So here it is, the final proper chapter. There's going to be a little epilogue after this, but it'll just be a silly last little bit to round it off. Here is the much anticipated Dydia sex. Enjoy! ;)
"Come," she commanded, starting to walk across the room.
"Where?"
She paused and turned to him, briefly, shooting him an incredulous look.
"To bed," she said simply, as if it was the stupidest question in the world.
He followed her mutely as she led him up the stairs to her room, closing the door behind them and turning to face him.
"So... this is my room. I'd give you the tour, but I think you've been here bef-" She was cut off as his mouth suddenly covered hers. Though taken aback by his forwardness, she couldn't help but think how different this kiss was. It was somehow gentle and passionate at the time, his lips conveying the apology he so desperately wanted her to accept. She opened her mouth to him, hoping he'd understand that he was forgiven.
Their lips moved against each other easily, all the awkwardness of their first real kiss at his house forgotten. This time he wasn't the reluctant recipient of a kiss he thought he didn't deserve - They were equals and she felt no need to assert control of the kiss. That said, he didn't want to push his luck and waited for her hands to come up and grasp at the back of his neck before allowing himself to reach out and touch her. His hands settled softly on her hips, barely touching her really and Lydia sighed into the kiss. He knew if their eyes were open, she'd be rolling her eyes at him. Her hands flew down to cover his, pressing them more insistently against her hips, an unspoken request to stop treating her like she was made of glass.
She moaned softly as the kiss deepened and reached her hands back up to fist them in his hair, pulling his body against hers. Her hands ghosted over his shoulders, slowly sliding his leather jacket off his shoulders as they went. He mimicked the action, peeling the tight pink jacket off her arms and letting it fall to the floor. His hands skimmed down the lengths of her arms, remembering that he had grabbed her there too hard less than 24 hours ago. He broke the kiss suddenly and was leaning down, lowering his mouth to her shoulder. She frowned, confused for a second before she felt his lips press gently to the skin there. He continued down her arm, planting tiny soft kisses where he assumed his hands had grabbed at her. He moved across to her other arm, repeating the action there, this time kissing all the way down to her bruised wrist. Wordlessly he entwined his fingers in hers and lifted her wrist to his mouth, planting the softest kiss on the darkened skin he found there.
She couldn't take her eyes off him. He'd said sorry so many times to her in the last 24 hours, but this was all the apology she had really needed. Their fingers still clasped together, she guided his hand to the high neck of her shirt dress and he paused there, his eyes questioning. She gave him a tiny nod and his fingers moved to the top button, slipping it open slowly, a tiny V of flesh being exposed as he did so. The first of the bitemarks she'd be trying to cover up peeked out from the edge of the lacy material and he closed his eyes for a second, disgust with himself flashing over his face before leaning down to press a kiss there aswell. She closed her eyes and leaned back a little, reveling in the feel of his face nuzzling against her collarbone. Keeping his face pressed against her, his hands reached to slip another button open, his face sliding down to kiss the next tiny scratch he revealed. He carried on like this until he reached the last button, which opened to reveal a lacy cornflower blue bra and the last (and lowest) of the bitemarks. He was almost on his knees in front of her now and he paused, looking up at her uncertainly. Her eyes fluttered open and without thinking, she gave him the permission he sought by grasping his face and pushing it back against her chest. He nuzzled against her chest for a moment before kissing the last little red mark, knowing he would never mark her like this again.
He moved back up her body, standing again to his full height and moved his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply once again. He desperately wanted to see more of her body, that little flash of cornflower blue lace igniting his passion for her, but he held back, determined to led her take the lead this time. As if she could read his mind, she immediately slipped the now totally undone dress off her shoulders, the soft fabric floating down her body to pool at her feet. Clearly deciding he now had an unfair advantage, her hands slid to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, only breaking their kiss for a moment before pulling him flush against her. His body was warm against hers - Almost too warm and she remembered reading somewhere that werewolves always ran a little hot. She hoped against hope that she wasn't pulling werewolf information from Twilight, and pushed the thought from her mind, pressing her flat stomach even harder against him.
She was on tip-toes trying to reach up to him and the logistics of their current situation suddenly dawned on her. She was 5'3" and, as far as he could tell, he was at least six foot. He was leaning down awkwardly to reach her mouth and she knew after what had happened, he would never try to pick her her up. She decided to take control of the situation and suddenly jumped up, bringing her knees around his waist. She held on tightly to his neck, just in case, but she never doubted he would catch her, and sure enough, his hands automatically went to the undersides of her thighs. If he was surprised by her sudden leap, he didn't let on, and only stopped kissing her for a second, before carrying on, his hands gently supporting her in place.
They were in the exact same position they had been in last night, but the mood was completely different. This time Lydia felt the familiar thrill of being in control and although she had found the predatory look in Derek's eyes somewhat thrilling, she preferred the new side of Derek she was seeing tonight. Derek had said that he and his wolf were one and the same, but Lydia couldn't help but disagree as he lowered her back gently onto the bed. She could scarcely believe he was the same person that had thrown her down roughly last night. He followed her down onto the fluffy blankets till he was close enough to be kissing her again, but still keeping all of his weight off her. Impatient, she opened her legs to wrap around him and pulled him down to her. She gasped sharply as she realised his denim-clad bulge was now pressed against her core. Arching her back, she ground her centre against him shamelessly, eliciting a soft groan from him. She rolled her hips again and they both moaned into each other's mouths.
Realising once again that he was waiting for her to make the next move, her tiny hand slid between them to undo the button on his jeans. Her fingers brushed against the bulge there, not completely by accident and she smirked as his groaned against her mouth. Within seconds he had managed to wriggle out of his jeans, kicking them off his ankles and off the bed. She moved to pull down his boxer shorts aswell, but one hand flew to cover hers, stopping her before she could succeed. She had no time to be confused by the move though, as his mouth slid back down to her neck, his tongue and lips working together to plant a path of wet licks and kisses down her body. Reaching the valley between her breasts, he nuzzled there, inhaling deeply as his fingers moved to cup her breast through her bra. He kneaded her soft flesh for only a moment before yanking down the soft lace to reveal her stiff nipple. His mouth latched on and he moved his tongue against her expertly, his other hands coming up to massage her other breast. She threw her head back and moaned, feeling him smile smugly against her for a moment. She ran her fingers through his hair gently as he moved his attention to the other side. Satisfied that he had lavished enough attention on her heaving bosom, he carried on moving down her body, peppering kisses across her ribs, and licking down the soft line of muscle that defined the centre of her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her naval, and she giggled, his head snapping up and flashing her a devilish grin.
"Ticklish," she panted, by way of explanation. She couldn't have managed anything other than one word, anyway.
He returned his attention to her taut stomach, reaching the top of her matching blue lace panties. Of course Lydia Martin wore matching underwear. He wouldn't have expected anything different. He paused there, his fingertips resting just under the sides of the waistband. A tiny memory flashed behind his eyes, like he was trying to remember a dream. He vaguely remembered her muttering for him to slow down and him ripping her underwear off. He tried to push the memory aside. It wasn't him. Her hand came up to caress the side of his face and she looked at him with understanding eyes, instantly knowing what he was remembering. Her thumb rubbed across his cheek and he closed his eyes, leaning into her palm, knowing it was all the permission he needed. His thumbs hooked into her underwear, sliding it down her legs ever so slowly, giving her chance to stop him if she wanted to. She didn't. He tossed her panties aside and pushed himself up to admire her for a moment. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow, a halo of dark golden red curls, her chest heaved and her eyelids were half closed as she panted with anticipation.
He lowered his face to the neatly trimmed thatch of almost blonde curls and flicked his tongue out to taste her. He hummed with appreciation, and hooked his arms under her knees, opening her up more fully to him.
"Peter was right. You do taste amazing," he murmured against her core. Lydia tutted and rolled her eyes, knowing she'd be angrier about Peter's crass comment when she could focus on anything other than the feel of his breath against her. Her body quivered as he flattened his tongue to her, licking straight upwards. He repeated the move over and over, tantalising slowly until finally she could take no more teasing and fisted her hands in his hair, pushing his face against her. He began a steady rhythm, alternating between thrusting his tongue in and out of her and flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub. One of his hands unhooked from the back of her knee and moved to meet his mouth, sliding one digit into her slick entrance. Her breathed quickened as his finger curled deliciously. She surprised him when her hand moved to cover his, shifting his hand a little until it found the right spot inside her. A second digit joined the first, and Derek relished in the way she threw her head back, moaning loudly. He'd never assumed Lydia would be quiet and she didn't disappoint, a cacophony of little pants and moans escaped her lips. His mouth moved back to kiss her mound and she managed to surprise him again by gripping his hair so hard it was almost painful and pushing his face down, her other hand tapping at her clit. "No, no.. Here. Here," she panted out, her words coming out as barely more than harsh breaths. He didn't know why he was surprised. He'd seen her wardrobe. She knew what she liked in every aspect of her life. Why would her sex life be any different? He obediently followed her commands, licking and sucking at her clit, enjoying the gasps he was eliciting from her.
Lydia felt slightly embarrassed at telling Derek exactly what she wanted. Her and Jackson had been each other's firsts and she hadn't know how to tell him what she had liked. By the time she had figured it out, they had been together too long for her to really be able to come out and say it. She had just shut up and let him carry on, trying to convince herself she enjoyed the clumsy, fumbling touches. Jackson had never gone on this long. He'd usually just lapped at her till he felt she was ready and then ploughed on. She was most certainly not Derek's first and she pushed Jackson out of her mind as she felt her orgasm building from his expert ministrations.
The idea of coming like this suddenly made her feel incredibly vulnerable and she grasped at Derek's face, half heartedly trying to pull him up her body. She gave up when he didn't budge. She knew she hadn't really tried very hard, but she couldn't help it. The thing he was doing with his tongue right now was very distracting and the thought of him stopping made him want to cry. Her breaths were coming out shallow now and her moans had almost turned into desperate sobs. She hoped against hope he knew they were a good sign. She felt like if he stopped, perhaps thinking her noises were a sign he was doing something wrong, she might die.
He increased his pace and she felt something coil inside her. Her toes curled hard, her foot coming down to rest on his shoulder, urging him on. She bucked her hips without thinking, and arched her back suddenly, coming with a cry. Her hands twisted in the blankets underneath her, reaching out to grip the edge of the mattress. She squeezed her eyes shut, still panting hard while he continued to lap gently at her till she came down.
After what felt like an eternity, she found she could breathe properly again and prised her eyes open, gazing down at him. He was leaning on his forearms, still resting between her legs, a smug smile on his face. She smiled back at him, biting her lip, shyly.
"Yeah. Ok. You're officially forgiven." She threw her forearm across her eyes, giggling, suddenly embarrassed at the noises she'd just been making. Feeling him crawling back up her body, she pulled her arm away from her eyes, just as he kissed her again. She tasted herself on him as he pressed his lips chastely against hers. She was all too aware of the now huge bulge pressing against the front of his boxers, but as she went to grind up against him, he pulled away from her, climbing off her and moving to sit on the edge of her bed. Frowning, she pushed herself up and settled behind him, wrapping her arms round his hard chest.
"And where do you think you're going?" she whispered playfully, pressing her breasts against his bare back. He didn't reply, and she instinctively knew what he was trying to do. A tiny part of himself was still beating himself up and he had wanted to make it up to her. He seemed to be planning on denying himself any fun, intent on punishing himself for last night and Lydia wasn't going to let him. She captured his ear lobe between her teeth and nipped at it gently.
"I'm not done with you yet." she whispered seductively, her hands roaming over his chest. She reached round and pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, until he finally turned his head and kissed her properly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. That was more like it.
He turned around in her arms and they shuffled backwards until they were both kneeling, facing each other. They kissed like that for a while, until a little nibble to his lower lip urged him to move and he pushed at her a little, expecting her to fall back onto the bed. To his surprise, she grasped his shoulders and pushed him back instead, twisting him a little so he fell straight back on to the bed, instantly covering him with her body. She brought her knees up to straddle him, pushing herself up as she carried on kissing him. One hand supporting her weight, the other hand slid down between their bodies and grasped him through the fabric of his boxers, her fingertips tracing his hard length. His breath hitched in his throat and she took a moment to enjoy the power she had over him. She broke their kiss and shimmied down his body, grasping his underwear and slowly inching it down, his member released and bobbing free in front of her. Her eyes widened as she took him in. He was certainly big, but it didn't hold she same sense of foreboding as it had under yesterday's circumstances. Instead, it filled her with anticipation and she bit her lip as he watched her study him. She dipped her head down and licked along his length, just for a second. All too quickly her mouth was gone and she prowled up his body, letting the full length of her body slowly brush against him. His hands moved to her hips and gently caressed the soft skin he found there as she settled with her thighs either side of him again sitting upright. He tried his best not to grip her too hard or thrust upwards as she lined herself up and slowly, so slowly, lowered herself onto him. She stilled and his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of her around him, but when he opened his eyes and stared up at her, he found himself troubled by what he saw. From his vantage point underneath her, he could take her all in - He saw the way her eyes were clamped shut, the way her brow was furrowed with discomfort, her tiny hands curled into tight fists resting against his abdomen.
"You ok?" He whispered, feeling guilty. She didn't open her eyes, but her brow smoothed out, and she nodded briefly, before starting to move, very slowly. He watched her face carefully and she'd barely rocked against him before her brow furrowed again. He grasped her hips, stopping her movement.
"Do you want to stop?" She sighed, nodding and his face visibly fell. He'd rushed her. She hadn't wanted to do this. It was only 24 hours ago that they'd been here before, and once again he was racked by guilt over hurting her. Of course she was still sore - she was 5'3" of delicate ivory skin and he was 6 foot of pure werewolf-fuelled muscle.
Her voice interrupted his dark thoughts about how much he hated himself all over again.
"I don't like it like this," she announced matter-of-factly, cocking her head at him. "Sit up over there." She commanded, pointing at the headboard.
She lifted herself off him and waited for him to move, giving him a questioning shrug when he lay there, unmoving.
"I thought you wanted to stop."
"Yes. I just said - I don't like it like that. Now, go sit over there." She was talking to him like he was stupid, clearly unaware of how much him misunderstanding her had affected him. He was going to have to stop thinking the worst all the time. Little Lydia Martin knew what she wanted and wasn't one to be rushed. He realised he was going to have to start giving her more credit, as he obediently shuffled over to the headboard, sitting up against it as instructed. He also realised he was going to be have to get used to being told what to do. He settled down in his new position, before turning his attention back to Lydia. She was on her hands and knees and was crawling towards him, her eyes dark. She let out a ridiculous little growl as she crawled along his legs.
"That was you. That was me being wolfy-you. Did you like it?" She giggled to herself.
"I loved it. You'd make a fine alpha." She had reached his lap, sitting back on his legs, and he took the opportunity to brush the hair out of her eyes.
"Alpha? But then I'd be your boss?" She said flirtily, already understanding wolf-politics enough to know the answer.
"You're already my boss," he said seriously, tucking her hair behind her ears and cupping her face tenderly. She lifted up on her knees and kissed him, sniggering softly against his mouth.
"I know," she replied, breathily, before sinking down on him again. Her eyes snapped shut again, but his time her face told a completely different story. He studied her for a moment, taking in the way her neck lolled back and her mouth hung partly open. She was beautiful. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip and she lifted herself up and slid down again. Her body started up a punishingly slow rhythm, bobbing up and down, her hands resting on the edge of the headboard for support. He went to thrust upwards, trying to match her pace, but her hand snapped back behind her, pushing his legs back down. She was clearly determined to stay in control and he was definitely happy to let her, making a promise to himself not to try and take control again. She increased the pace a little and frowned suddenly, almost looking annoyed.
Before he could ask her what was wrong, she stilled, and changed tack, the bobbing motion stopping and a small grinding motion taking it's place. Her little frown instantly smoothed out and she opened her eyes, resting her forehead against his as she continued to move against him. She bit her lip, her face contorted in concentration as the room once again filled with her pants and moans, this time joined by his soft grunting. One hand tangled in her hair, the other one slid down her smooth back to cup her ass, gently guiding her as her hips continued to snap back and forth, this new position grinding her clit against him. She maintained eye contact for as long as she could, until the feeling of being filled by him was too much and she lifted her head, exposing the soft skin of her throat to him. He kissed her there, the way he had kissed her earlier and lowered his head to her chest to swirl his tongue around her nipple. She cried out, digging her fingernails painfully into his shoulders. If he was human, he'd probably scar. He shuddered, imagining the scratches Jackson had probably joked about with his lacrosse buddies. He put the image out of his mind and turned his attention back to her. He was close, but he was determined to see her come again, this time able to look right into her eyes as she did. His hand crept round from her ass to the spot right above where their bodies were joined, his thumb finding her sweet spot. She faltered for a moment but then sped up her movements as his thumb started to circle her clit, struggling to keep up with the frantic movement of her hips. He felt his instinct to bite trying to take over, as it always did at this point. Kate hadn't minded. As long as he didn't turn her, she pretty much let him do what he want, which meant that there was rarely a time in their relationship that she hadn't been branded with a bite mark or a scratch, but Lydia was different, untainted, and his human side felt no desire to mark her in any way. He felt his eyes flash red for a second as his orgasm built and he buried his face in her hair so she wouldn't see, placating the wolf within by closing his teeth over her earlobe.
The new sensation was enough to end it for her and she threw her head back with a quivering scream that made him swell with pride. He felt her nails tear into his skin once again, and watching her face contort with ecstasy, he soon followed her over the edge, pulling her close to him and breathing a shaking groan against her chest.
Some time later, they were lying on their sides, half asleep, Lydia with her front pressed against his back. She was tracing lazy patterns up and down his back with her fingertips.
"Derek?"
"Mmm?" He murmured back sleepily.
"You're not healing." She lightly ran her fingers along the deep red scratch marks that still looked just as red and angry as if she'd just done it.
"Mm? Oh. I know. I wont heal for a day or two."
He rolled over clumsily, turning to face her.
"Wounds inflicted during mating don't heal as fast as others. It's like a territorial thing. You see scratches that aren't healing and you know not to go near them."
She gave a fake gasp of moral outrage.
"Good lord. You really are savages."
"Me? You're the one who scratched me. Who's the real savage, here?"
She snapped her teeth at him, looking so completely un-savage that he couldn't help but laugh at her.
"I was just reminding you who's boss." She said innocently, leaning close to his face.
"I wasn't like to forget," he replied, before closing the gap between them and pulling her in for a kiss.
So that's sort of the end. I really hope you enjoyed it and that the Dydia sex didn't disappoint. I was really nervous about writing it and tried hard to keep them in character, while still progressing the relationship along. Can't believe I've managed to write this all so fast. I just got really inspired and wanted to get it all written down before I forgot any of it. I don't know what or when I'll be writing next, but if you liked this story, then why not add me to your alerts? When inspiration hits, you wont miss a thing. Thanks again for reading and stay tuned for a last little part of this story that just finishes it all off. That'll be uploaded in the next day or two.
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