Okay I am seriously so fudging sorry I took so long to update. . . again. But hey, better late than never, right? Yikes, almost a month though. So sorry!

Right, so, chapter four has arrived! :D :D Be warned. It contains some light smut. There's actually not as much as I planned, more M than MA actually, but whatever you know :D And Derek's kinda OOC.

I decided I needed a night out after a week and a half of being smothered by dad, spending a great deal of my time with Scott, Isaac, Danny, Jackson and Peter and trying to make friends with Erica and Boyd. Then of course there's the unrelenting plague that is Stiles. He wanted to know everything! Kid wouldn't leave me alone for two frigging minutes! Here's a small portion of the questions he asked me. When I was bitten. Who bit me. What kept me human. My pack's names. What happened to them. What did I do afterwards. Can I turn into a full wolf. And they were only the werewolf questions. Stiles was fascinated by my healing and asked as many questions as that crazy little mind could come up with. How healing works. Who the first one was. How many healers were there. Why only the girls got the gene. How come he couldn't be a healer. Had a boy ever gotten the healing gene. Did I know any other healers. If so, were they cool. So you can understand why a night out sounded so tempting. I slapped on a little make-up, donned a white shirt and some high waist shorts, my good heels, then I was off! I got a cab to one of my favorite bars, which was always quite, but had a bit of a crowd too. Nightclubs were probably more suited for me and my effervescent personality, but they were too noisy and crowded. Besides, I liked Harry's. It's a nice place to go and relax for a couple of hours. Now let me tell ya, I really hadn't expected Derek to turn up after a couple of minutes and it was so funny, cause, like, all of the women in the bar went silent and I was choking on the smell of their arousal in seconds. When he caught my eye, Derek started making his way over, but got cut off by two women who were so botoxed that it was like looking at Jennifer Coolidge. Oh no. . . . .

Soccer moms.

I watched as Derek attempted to escape them, my amusement growing with each second. It wasn't until they grabbed his hand and tried to drag him over to their table, which contained even more mommies of soccer, that I decided to intervene. Can't let the poor guy get molested now can I? I ordered a shot of whiskey before walking over and placing my hand on Derek's arm, giving the two women a smug smile, "Hey there, ladies. Would you mind giving me my boyfriend back, please?"

Their eyebrows shot up, "He's...your boyfriend?"

I somehow get the feeling they just tried to insult me. Hoes! "Yep. For six months now, so why don't you all go and be pedophile whores somewhere else? Hm?"

Their jaws dropped before they stormed off, making me giggle a little. I grinned triumphantly and tilted my head up to Derek. "You're welcome...baby"

He rolled his eyes as I pulled him over to the bar. "I didn't even say thank you"

"Ah ha! You just did. So as I previously stated. You're welcome"

"Ugh. You are exactly like Stiles"

"Blasphemy! I am very different from Stiles!"

"Alright then. Enlighten me to how you're different"

"I'm a girl. I have a killer body. I actually like you. I'm a you know what. I'm not afraid of bullies. I'm - oh that shot's for you by the way- far more awesome than Stiles. I'm much more mature...when I want to be. I'm-"

"Okay! I get it! You're still like him though. Just hotter"

"Mm...wait, what?! You think I'm hot?!"

For a couple of seconds, Derek Hale, local badass Alpha, was a flustered teenager again, "Well, I uh...I mean...You are kinda. . . . . Yes"

He quickly downed the whiskey, preventing him from making a bigger idgit of himself. I was doing a freakishly enthusiastic happy dance in my mind, but I played it cool on the outside, cause that's how I roll y'all! "Well thanks. You're not so bad yourself"

He scoffed, "Not bad? Every woman in this bar has been drooling over me since I walked in here"

"Not just the women"

I nodded my head towards the opposite end of the bar, where a mildly attractive guy was giving Derek the sex stare. He winked once Derek caught his eye and I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. "Shut up!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry man...That was just...Aah that was hilarious!"

My laughter ceased as Derek leaned in close, his gorgeous face inches from mine, "You know what else is hilarious?"

Jiminy cricket! I can feel his breath on my lips! "Mm, what?"

"How messed up your lipstick is"

And with that, he sat up straight, a smug smirk on his lips. What just happened? After a quick glance in the mirror, I realized he was right and excused myself to the bathroom. Damn that sexy sour wolf and his sexy ability to be right! And damn me for messing up my lippie! They should have extra resilient lipstick. Like, it doesn't get rubbed off by fingers or lips. Only these special wipes can get it off. Now there's a million dollar idea. Well, maybe not, but oh well. Hm, it seems I've completed the process of fixing my lippie. Hooray! I was just about to head back out when the door opened and Derek stumbled in, his eyes wide. He's lucky this bathroom's co-ed. "What's the matter?"

"They were coming over again"

"The mommies of soccer?"

"What? Uh, yeah. I think the guy was too"

"Aw, poor little Derek. Afraid you're gonna get raped?"

"Shut up"

I smirked and walked over to him, my hands finding their way to his belt, "You wanna know one way to really shut me up?"

He glanced down, his adams apple bobbing before he cleared his throat, "I don't thi-"

"Hey! He went into the bathroom! Come on!"

Our heads snapped towards the door, then I was pulling him into one of the stalls, hiding us from the mommies. I snickered at the expression on Derek's face, as the stalls weren't very big and our bodies were pressed together. "Aw! He's not in here!"

"Wait, there's someone in that stall! Bend down and check!"

These chicks are nuts! I mean, don't they realize we can hear them? "I can't bend down in this dress! You do it!"

"Come on out sweetie. We won't bite. . . . Unless you ask us to!"

They all burst out laughing. Well, it was more like cackling. Mental stomp of the foot! I think we're gonna have to come out. I bit my lip before reaching up and messing up Derek's hair, doing the same to mine before ruffling our clothes a little. Just one more thing. I stretched up and pressed my lips against Derek's, successfully smudging my lipstick (again) and getting a little on his lips. I smiled innocently at the Alpha who was currently glaring down at me as I opened the door and stepped out, pretending to be embarrassed while moving around the mommies and going to fix my hair in the mirror. Derek stepped out a moment later, fixing his clothes and buckling up his belt, which I hadn't actually touched. Nice touch man. He nodded to the mommies, who were gaping at us in shock, then made his way over to me, whispering a quick "I'm gonna kill you" in my ear. I giggled and whispered "I look forward to it" back, acting extra flirty in front of the outraged mommies.

Once my hair and lipstick were respectable, I took hold of Derek's hand and lead him out the door, sending a final smirk to the mommies. Derek surprisingly didn't yank his hand away from mine and I couldn't help but tease him by swinging them back and forth. He looked down and was just going to pull his hand back when the guy from earlier appeared in front of us, then I suddenly found myself pressed against a warm body, an arm around my waist. He's using me now? Interesting. Mr Bright Smile and Earrings was grinning at Derek, the smell of his arousal very evident. Hell, if his shirt wasn't covering his crotch the sight of his arousal would be evident. Well, maybe not in those tight ass pants he's wearing. Hell, his balls must be killing him. Those things are probably my size for crying out loud! They are quite nice though. Maybe I should ask him where he got them. "Hey there! Can I buy you a drink? Oh, if I'm not interrupting you and your...sister?"

"Girlfriend. This is my girlfriend. So I'm uh, gonna have to pass on the uh, drink"

And his name shall no longer be Mr Bright Smile and Earrings, just, Mr Earring...And Tight Ass Pants. His smile had disappeared in his disappointment of not getting a chance with sour wolf. Sorry bro, I caught this fish...Sort of...It's a work in progress. "Oh...okay...well, I'll see you around maybe"

Derek didn't answer, his eyes on the floor as Mr Earrings and Tight Ass Pants walked away. "We're leaving. Now"

"Why? Don't you like the other people?"

He said nothing and headed towards the door, his arm still around my waist and even though I very much wanted it to stay there, there was something else I wanted more. I slipped from Derek's grasp, ordering him to stay before going over to the bar and whispering in the bartender's ear. He smiled, then handed me the bottle of Everclear I'd bought when I arrived and I gave him a toothy grin before returning to Derek, who was standing right where I left him. Wow, he's really full of surprises tonight. "You actually stayed"

He shrugged, "I have some things to ask you"

"Aah, ulterior motive. Well, can it wait until we get back to my house? You never know who's listening"

"Fine, but what about your dad? And Stiles?"

"Dad's helping out with a big case at the station, he won't be back till tomorrow night at the earliest and Stiles is staying at Scott's tonight. House is all ours"

"Oh"

"Hey, did you drive here?"

"Uh, yeah"

He dug his keys out of his pocket and I grinned before snatching them, "Then I'm driving"

"Wh-No you're not! It's my car and you're drunk!"

"I most certainly am not! I had one shot of tequila. That is all. And trust me, you're gonna want me to keep my hands busy. Me in the passenger seat of a car with a hot guy never ends well...It ends great"

There was a pause and I could see he was trying not to think about the great things I could do. I giggled before holding up the clicker and...clicking it, my jaw dropping when the lights to a sleek black sports car flashed. "Are you serious right now?! That's your car?! A Camaro?! Dude...that is awesome"

He grunted in response while walking over to the passenger side. "And will you stop with the grunting already?! I mean, if you like, I could give you a real reason to grunt"

I winked before sliding into the Camaro and I'm gonna admit it, I did let out a little moan when I felt how soft the leather was. "Oh. My. God. This seat is so smooth! Dude, I could totally bone somebody in this car. Where did you get it? I want one!"

He rolled his eyes as he sat into the passenger seat, "You know what? I take back what I said earlier. You're worse than Stiles"

"That is rumor not true! I am not worse than Stiles, because my daddy says so and my daddy is the Sheriff, so he's literally the law!"

"Your daddy says so? You're such a child"

I pouted, starting the car, "Once again I am wounded by the one I deem hot. Such things do not please me, Mr Hale. I am bound by the Awesome Sauce Act of 2011 to report you to the Bully Police. And I'll have you know that because my daddy is the Sheriff of the Beacon Hills Police, I'm Sheriff of the Bully Police. So I hereby sentence you to 36 hours of community service in Lollipop Land, followed by 25 years to life the Brianna's Sleeping Facility, Stilinski-ville. You will have daily conjugal visits with the Sheriff. You will do anything and everything she asks. When finished, you will be released to your cell. Parole may be granted. Do you have any questions?"

". . . . . Oh yeah, definitely worse"

Damn you sour wolf! I worked hard on that speech! I blew a raspberry, "Boo-hoo for you!"

I giggled at his expression before pulling onto the road and heading for home. "Hey-hey! Slow down! You do realize your dad is the Sheriff right?"

"Yeah, as if he'd arrest his own daughter"

"He's not the only cop"

"Derek, as you just stated a moment ago, the Sheriff is my father, meaning I've been to the station like a gazillion times. Spreading my cheer and happiness and making everyone's day just that bit awesomer. I'm a much-loved member of the coppers community. I've got the entire staff wrapped around my little finger. The janitor and donut people love me too. And you're forgetting I'm a werewolf. Perfect vision. Perfect hearing. Perfect reflexes. And if you are that worried, put on your seat belt. Safety first man"

"I never wear my seat belt, because even if I did crash, which I wouldn't, I'd heal"

"Ha! Same here! Even though my bike doesn't actually have a seat belt, but you know, whenever I'm driving a car, which isn't actually that often, but anyway, that's not safe. Say you did crash and you were lying on the side of the road, all bloodied and broken, then someone finds you and takes you to the hospital and then you start to heal. How you gonna explain that? Hm?"

"I won't have to, because I won't crash"

"Ooh, good argument. You should totally be a lawyer"

"Would you please shut up?!"

"Well, as I said earlier, there is one way to really shut me up"

"Oh yeah"

A hopeful smile lit up on my face, but disappeared when Derek slapped his hand over my mouth. Son of a barbeque! "Ah, much better"

I narrowed my eyes before poking my tongue out and running it along Derek's hand, smirking when he immediately recoiled, "Ew!"

"Serves you right! No one puts their hand on my mouth!"

"Oh my god! I can't believe you just licked my hand! That's disgusting!"

"Well what would you like me to lick?"

He huffed before crossing his arms and slouching back in his seat. "Aw! Is sour wolf sulking? How adorable"

"Shut up"

"No"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Ooh, I like that. Say it again, but with more of a grrrr to it"

"Will you just stop that?! You're like a five foot toddler who wants to sleep with me!"

". . . . Five foot two"

He rolled his eyes, something I've found he does often. Very often. We'd arrived back at my house at this stage and I pulled up to the curb on the far side of the street before switching the car off. "Why are you parking here?"

"Dad sometimes gets his deputies to drive by on their rounds. What do you think they'll do if they see an ex-convict's car parked outside the Sheriff's house?"

"And what makes you think I'm staying?"

"Well I'm going inside and seeing as though you've yet to ask those questions you were talking about, you're gonna have to come in too"

He sighed, "Fine"

"Don't sound so enthusiastic"

He climbed out of the car with yet another eye roll, snatching his keys back as he fell into step with me, quickly locking the car. "I wonder what the neighbors will think of my bringing man home?"

"You make it sound like something's gonna happen between us"

I smirked while opening the front door, "You never know what can happen, Derek. Life's a maze and a mystery. Just waiting to be solved"

"Smart words from someone who's an idiot"

I growled playfully, "Well this 'idiot' is able do things that will blow your mind"

"Uh, good to know"

"You won't truly know till you've experienced it. I suggest arranging a meeting for later tonight. I'll give you the run down, a little preview, then you'll get the full-blown experience"

He gave me a look as I made my way to the kitchen and pulled two glasses from the cabinet, pouring in about two ounces before handing one to Derek. "No"

"Take it, sour wolf. You need to loosen up a little. Plus I ain't gonna leave you alone till you drink"

After a second of debating, he sighed and took the glass, quickly downing the contents. I grinned and drank mine, relishing the burn from the clear liquid. "Mm, that is definitely worth the 90 dollars I spent"

"You spent 90 bucks on booze?"

"Yeah. You gots a problem with that big man? Well come at me brah! I can take you! Bring it! Bring it! Come on!"

I raised my arms for added effect as he raised his eyebrows which I'm pretty sure are ninja squirrels. They're just...they're so big and...and bushy! Oh my god I wanna pet them! "You're insane"

"Hey! That is not true! My mother had me tested! She. . ."

I trailed off, my good mood evaporating. Why'd I have to mention mom? I skipped the glass this time and drank straight from the bottle. Alcohol was my usual way out. I could get blitzed out of my mind and forget all my painful memories, even if was only for a couple of hours. And the best thing about that? I never threw up or had a hangover. And my speech hardly got slurred, so that's like, oober cool. I set the bottle down and took a much-needed breath, but just as I was about to raise it to my lips again, a hand closed over mine and pried the object from my grasp, putting it back on the counter. I looked up to see Derek staring down at me, "Don't. I know it hurts. I know what it feels like to lose people you love, but drinking doesn't make the pain go away. Believe me, I've tried. I mean, my entire family is gone. . . . Well, there is Peter, but, he's a psychopath, so he doesn't count"

I smiled a little. Everyone besides me hated Peter, though with all due respect, he did irritate them to within an inch of their lives. Lydia was still a little afraid of him, but tried not to let it show. That girl is pretty hardcore for someone who's been through what she has. Luckily, Peter couldn't be bothered deliberately trying to frighten her, so I think she's getting past it. I picked up the bottle again and held it out to Derek again, giggling when his forlorn expression turned to one of surprise. "Hey, it may not...make the pain go away forever, but a few hours away can be uh, good sometimes. I find it very therapeutic actually"

He eyed the bottle for a moment, then shrugged and took a long drink, coughing a little as he pulled back, "Damn, that's a lot stronger than I thought"

"It'sss Everclear. What'd you um, uh, expect?"

"Isn't that like ninety percent alcohol?"

"Ninety-five"

"Damn"

"Right! It's good um, whatcha call it...um..."

"Alcohol?"

"Ooh, yes please"

I took the bottle from him and gulped down another few mouthfuls of the delicious fluid. So worth the money! A drunken giggle passed my lips as I lowered the bottle, "You know what's...funny?"

"What?"

"That, a week ago, yooou were trying to kill meee and now...you're in my kitchen...drinking with me! Funny old world, ain't it?"

"Well, I could leave if you like"

"No! Me no likey! Ssstay! Get drrrunk! When was the last time you got druuunk?"

"Not sure. Couple a years maybe"

"A couple a-couple a years?! Duuuuude! Nnnnot cool! The fuck?! Dayum! Here, have another drinky-poo!"

"You're forgetting we're werewolves. We can't get drunk off one bottle, so you can stop acting"

"Derek, why do you think I got a bottle of Everclear? It's ninety-five percent alkyhol. It'll get us drunk. Not gonna...not gonna buy something that won't get me...drunk. Come on man"

I giggled and closed my eyes for a second, but when I felt a hand cup my chin, they snapped open and I realized Derek Hale's gorgeous face was but inches from mine. Again! Oh god. Is he gonna kiss me?! Please let the answer be yes! Please, please, please let the answer be yes! But he didn't. He just stood there, staring at me for ages, then he lifted his other hand, one finger raised. He held it straight up in front of me...then it disappeared! "Hey! Where'd your...finger g...Oh there it is"

He'd just moved it to the right. "Follow my finger"

"Okay!"

This sounds like fun! But it's gone again! "S-stop moving it!"

He sighed and stepped away from me. Aw damn. "You really are drunk"

"Darn tootin! I have drunk...a lot of drink! I'm drinked! I mean uh...drunked? No...drunk, juuuust drunk"

"Say your abc's backwards"

"S'cba ruoy"

"What? No!"

"What?! Y-you said ssssay your abc's backwards And I did! D-don't yell at me!"

"I wasn't! . . I wasn't yelling. Just, say your abc's, all twenty-six letters, backwards. From Z to A"

"O-oh! Well why didn't you say so?! Zyxw, vutsrq, ponmlkjih, gfedcba. Now I knows my abc's-s. Next times won't you sings with meeees!"

"Wh...how the hell did you say it that fast? That was like twenty seconds!"

"Derek, the trick to not getting caught while drinking...under the influence of...of alcohol. Is several things. One, get drunk when you is getting your um, photographic identification picture...photographeded. Two! Learn the alphalfabet backerwards and aaaaallll that other shit cops axe ya to do. And four, my dear old sour wolfie, is I know this shit cause my daddy's a copper-opper-oo"

"Well aware of that actually. He's tried to arrest me several times. And who gets drunk when they're getting their ID photo taken?"

"An alcoholic. Duh!"

"Don't say duh. Makes you sound dumb"

"Hey, you're the one who called you an idiot"

"I know, but-Wait, what? No! I called you an idiot"

"That's what I said! Called you an idiot!"

"No. I, was the one who called you, not me, an idiot! You. Not me"

"But...I'm not an idiot"

"Yes you are"

"Am not! I'm just drunk! You're the idiot!"

"How am I an idiot?"

"You're arguing with...with a drunk. And a drunk me at that! What kind of a nincompooper does that?!"

"Oh shut up. And don't say there is one way to shut me up"

"Ways to shut...you up? You...you don't actually talk that much. Why would I want you to uh, shut up?"

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, "I give up"

"Yes! Give up your body! Don't...don't worry. I'll take very good care of you! You shall be in goooood hands my friend! And mouth"

He was in front of me in an instance, his hands on either side of me and I was forced to lean back as his body pressed against mine. "And would that finally shut you up?"

"T-totally. Completely. Most definitely. Yes"

He hummed as he leaned closer, our lips millimeters apart and I was just about to close the gap when he backed away, going to lean against the table. Wh...Is he...again...No! "Are you for real?!"

"No, I'm for make-believe"

"Nooo need for sarcasm, Mr Hale. That's my thing!"

"Ri-ight. So you have a legal rights to sarcasm then?"

"Indeed I do! It's aaaall mine! So back off sour wolf! Now, more drinking!"

I let Derek have a drink first, then I chugged some more, noticing that he was beginning to look a little tipsy. Hm, a few more mouthfuls and he could be drunk enough to bed. Wait...holy...does that count as rape? Oh god! I don't wanna be a rapist! But then again, he would enjoy it, so it wouldn't technically be rape, right? Right! I'm off the hook! Coolness! God, I'm a weird drunk. Quite nasty. I'm a bad little she-wolf! Ooh, maybe Derek will spank me. "Wanna play a drinking game?"

"No. Hey, you still haven't answered my questions"

"Well you still haven't asked them!"

"Oh yeah..."

"Ha! Ha ha!"

"Ssshut up"

Le gasp! Slurring of the words! This is going goooood! "Can we pleasey-weasey lemon-squeezy play a drinking game? They're fuuun"

"Easy-peasy"

"Huh?"

"It's easy-peasy lemon-squeezy. Not pleasey-weasey lemon-squeezy"

"Duuude, that doesn't make any sense! Can we easy-peasy lemon-squeezy play a drinking game? Man, you are an idiot!"

"What?! No! I me...oh my god. I'm just not gonna talk to you anymore!"

"Alright. We can do more than talking! Meet me upstairs in five!"

I stumbled past him, clutching the bottle in my hand while walking through the hall and stared at the stairs. Well, here goes nothing. I pulled my heels off before slowly starting to climb the treacherous stairs, pulling my clothes off as I did, leaving me just in my underwear, which consisted of an electric blue bra, with lace trimming and superman boy shorts. Giggling lightly, I walked into my room, placing the bottle on my bedside table, after taking another drink that is. "Hey Derek! Screw five minutes! Get you ass up here now! I'm horny!"

He appeared around the corner a minute later, my clothes in his hands, his eyes on taking in my scantily clad body before he turned around, holding my clothes out to me. "Here"

I made a face before heading over to him, my hands finding their way to his waist and sliding up his back beneath his shirt and jacket. He tensed under my touch, but made no move to stop me. "Bri, stop it"

Oh, well there was that. "We can't do this. You have to stop"

"Why? What's wrong with having a little fun every now and again? Look, I know you've been through a lot, but you need to get past that or it's gonna hold you back for the rest of your life. I mean, I get it. I've lost people too and even though it hurts, everyday, I know they'd want me to keep living. And your family would too...Well, not want me to keep living. You. You to keep living. Though I hope the don't want me to stop living, cause I liked them and I rather enjoy living. It's-"

"Bri!"

"Yes?"

"Shut up. I get it...Thanks"

"You're very welcome Der-Bear"

Had I been in front of him, I might have seen the small, and I mean literally microscopic, smile on his lips. "So. . .wanna have sex now?"

He sighed and turned around, steering me towards the bed, "Bri, just shut up and go to bed"

"With you?"

"No"

"Oh, okay...You wanna do it on the floor?"

"No"

"Against the wall?"

"No"

"In the shower?"

"No"

"In Stiles' room?"

"Hell no!"

"On the couch? In the tub? On the dryer? Out on the lawn? In your car? On the roof? Under the kitchen ta-"

"No! God! Do you ever give up?!"

"Tell you what. I'll give up annoying you if you give up your penis. Seems like a fair trade. Come on, just for a couple of hours? Then you can go and forget this ever happened. Wait, no scratch that. Remember it all, and if you forget, we can do a re-enactment. Or we could tape it? I have a camcorder"

"Ugh, look Bri...you're a nice girl and you're very pretty, but..."

Oh god. Not this speech. Guess I'm gonna have to bring out the big guns, seeing as though relentless flirting is going nowhere. I reached around and unclipped my bra, slowly slipping my arms out and dropping the rather constricting item on the ground. Derek's eyes dropped just before he began stuttering, "Cause that's...really...uh...for the uh...for the breast. I-I mean best! It's for the best!"

I giggled, "Interesting. It's for the breast. Well, I'm pretty sure my breasts would very much like for this to happen"

He lifted a hand and slapped it over his eyes, turning his head away, "Bri, put your clothes on"

"No. You put your clothes off!"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Yeah...well...neither does your face!"

"Hm, I was under the impression that you liked my face"

"I do! I uh, it...it uh...it doesn't make sense how uh...how perfect it is! Yeah! That's it! It doesn't make sense how perfect your face is! The eyes, the nose, the lips, the cheekbones!"

Mmm, me loves me those cheekbones! Nom! "Thanks, now put your shirt back on"

"Ugh, fine! But I'm not giving up. You shall be bedded! Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but I will look for you. I will find you. . . and I will fuck you"

He rolled his eyes (how many times is that now?) and helped me put my arm through the sleeve, as I'd been having some trouble. "Is that from that movie Taken?"

"Affirmative"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! It's a great movie!"

"It's not bad...I guess"

"Hey, you know what else is great?"

"What?"

"How awesome I am at sex"

"Oh...well good for you"

"I could make it good for you too. I come very highly recommended. The words amazing, fantastic...sensational have been tossed around quite a bit"

He swallowed, his pupils dilating slightly and I knew he was getting close to breaking point. Just a little more...tempting and he'll be putty in my hands. Hey, speaking of my hands, they could be feeling up some prime Alpha male right now! My devious little hands, which had worked wonders on many a male, were now on Derek's chest as I gently pushed him onto the bed. I ignored his shocked expression as I climbed onto the bed behind him, slowly easing his jacket from those delicious, broad shoulders. This should loosen him up a bit. Once the jacket was removed, I placed my hands on Zeus'...I mean Derek's, shoulders and began massaging the tense muscles. "Bri, what a-"

"Ssh! You're supposed to stay quite when you're getting an oober cool massage"

"Oober cool? Seriously? You're so immmm..."

His word (which was a total lie!) trailed off into a groan as I found a particularly tight bunch of muscle. "You were saying?"

"I uh...you...uh..."

"Lose your train of thought, did we? It's okay. I tend to have that effect on guys"

"Sooo full of yourself"

I smirked and leaned closer to him, my lips just touching his ear before I whispered, "True, but I'd much rather be full of you"

"You've made that abundantly clear. And the constant smell of your arousal is a dead give away"

"Well so what? I'm aroused by your fine specimen of a body. The brooding eyes, the lips, the cheekbone -oh god, I love those cheekbones!- the broad shoulders, the finely muscled torso...which I have yet to see, but hey. The ass and what I'm hoping is a very grown up Derek junior"

"Wh...I uh...I guess your hopes are a reality"

"Supoib!"

Wait, that hope came true, maybe if I say some other hopes, they'll come true too! I continued working on Derek's shoulders as I shut my eyes and started hoping like a mother fucker. I hope Derek gives in and fucks me and we both have multiple orgasms. I hope Derek gives in and fucks me and we both have multiple orgasms. I hope Derek gives in and fucks me and we both have multiple orgasms. I hope Derek gives in and fucks me and we both have multi- "Bri"

"Ssh! I'm hoping!"

"Well obviously. I can hear you and sorry to disappoint you, but that hope won't be coming true"

"That's fine. I'd be happy with just you coming. Well, I'd like to come too, cause there's not much better than a good, old-fashioned orgasm. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Uh...I guess"

"You guess? You guess?! Dude, come on! You guess! What kind of man, or woman, doesn't enjoy an orgasm?"

"I didn't say I don't enjoy them! I just...haven't had a good one in a while"

Sour wolf say what?! "Um, okay, I'm not trying to be a...uh...um, okay, I don't know what I'm not trying to be, but anyway. How does one not have a good orgasm? I mean, are the girls just no good or..."

"What? No. I just...I...there haven't been any"

"What?"

"Girls. There haven't been any girls. It's just been me. Alone. I haven't been with a girl in years"

Oh my god. She scarred him that bad? That mother fucking, cock sucking, ass licking BITCH! God, if Kate were alive, I'd just...I'd kill her all over again! She killed my best friend and warped Derek, who, contrary to belief, used to be the most gentle of people, into this cold, emotionless guy! UGH! I just wanna dig her up, bring her back to life, then rip her to shreds! Whoa...chill yourself Bri. Keep that raw animal rage under control. You hear that rage?! Back the hell off! And calm. Tubular! I'd managed to think all that and chill myself in a matter of seconds, so Derek didn't notice as I continued to work on his shoulders. "Well, that's um. . . different. I mean, I get why, but wow. I could never go that long without sex"

"What do you mean you get why?"

"I...I know why you haven't slept with anyone in years. It's because of her. Because of Kate"

He froze, "You know about Kate?"

"The thing about not talking much, Derek, is you hear other people better. Observe. See things. You weren't exactly quiet when you were talking to her on the phone. Or that time you were outside the school in your car. Amateur"

I could have sworn he was blushing a little in the silence that followed. I think I embarrassed him. Serves him right for doing the dirty bidness during his free period! "I didn't remember you at first. . . But now I do. You used to come swimming with me, Ellie, Laura and Bobby in the lake, but your hair was different. It was..."

"Red. I know. I dyed it after my mom. . . . . .cause I look a lot like her and it hurt to look in the mirror and see someone you loved so much...that was gone. It went back to brown when I was bitten, but I was happy then, because I got to keep a part of her with me"

"At least you have a part"

He said it so quietly that if not for my wolf hearing, I would have missed it. My hands stopped massaging his shoulders, then I wrapped my arms around his torso, my face pressed against his neck, "You do too. You're a lot like your family. You have your mom's eyes. Your dad's hair. And eyebrows. You smile like Laura. And you have the same cheekbones as Bobby. You have a part of them all. You'll always have a part. . . . . Well, when you get old, you'll lose the hair, maybe the eyebrows, have a gummy smile. . . . . but you know...till then"

He let out a single laugh, "Give it to you to ruin a tender moment"

Tender moment?! Aw! "Sorry"

"S'alright. Uh, thank you though"

"You're very welcome. And you know, I could think of more than a few ways for you to really thank me"

"Aaaaand she's back"

"What do you aaand she's back? Where did I go? I haven't been anywhere. Explain yourself hot one!"

"No, I meant your other side is back. The side that's flirty, swears and is just really annoying. The..."

"The wolf side?"

"Yeah. I'm not exactly a big fan of your wolf side"

"Dude, no knocking the she-wolf. She and I will kick that finely muscled ass of yours! And just out of curiosity, what's the non wolf side"

"The uh, the family side. Quiet, caring, the one I actually can tolerate"

I narrowed my eyes playfully, tilting my head up a little, "As if you don't love the she-wolf. Powerful. In control...Sexy"

"Bri. . . "

There was a warning in there somewhere, but what I got from it? Desire. I could smell it. Feel it. Almost taste it in the air. The body is willing, but the mind is not. Alright then, time for some hardcore persuading. My hands began slowly running along his abs, feeling every dip and curve before venturing lower and sliding along his thighs, which quivered beneath my touch. "Look at how your body responds to me. I bet your wolf is just howling for you to take me right now. Why don't you listen to him? Don't you deserve to have a little fun?"

I moved one hand between his legs where I began to gently knead the ever-growing bulge in his pants, smirking as he stifled a groan, his hands threatening to tear the edge of my mattress off. "Bri...d...don't..."

The seconds passed agonizingly slow as I waited for him to finish his sentence, ". . . . Don't stop"

Bingo! I was on my knees in front of him in seconds, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. For a moment all I could do was stare. To say his dick was big was like, a total understatement. Gah! Derek junior is like the empire state building of penises! "Lie back"

He did as I said and lay back, closing his eyes in anticipation as his hands fisted the bed cover. He better not rip the damn thing. It's my favorite! My tongue swirled around the tip a couple of times, lapping up a few drops of pre-cum before I took him deep into my mouth, mentally grinning as he gasped, swearing and groaning my name. I moaned around his length, then did ma sweet, sweet thang, getting many more groans and moaning of the sacred name. Bri. I almost came from the noise he made when he shot his load. It was positively spine tingling. And of course there was also a lot of lower body tingling, if you know what I mean. While he was trying to recover, I moved to straddle his waist, nibbling his earlobe before whispering, "How was that for a good old-fashioned orgasm?"

He let out a breathless laugh, "It was good"

"Of course it was. It was rather modern though. People didn't know how to suck dick like that in the old days"

"And you'd know that how?"

"Well, they didn't have internet and porn back then, so how would they learn new things, you know"

"You-"

"Googled how to give awesome head and watched a ton of porn? Yes. Yes I did. If you have a problem with that you may take it up with the girls"

I sat up and slipped off my shirt, exposing my "girls" to the Alpha below me, who tilted his head slightly to the side before moving his hands to my waist. They slowly ran up my sides, his thumbs on my stomach, then, just as I thought he was going to fondle my knockers, his hands slid round my back and pulled me down to his body, rolling us over faster than I thought possible. He hovered over me, both our eyes glowing red as he gave me a wolfish grin. He he, no pun intended of course. I grasped the hem of his shirt and tugged, Derek helping to pull it off. Crimenently! Look at those abdominal muscles! "Wow, guess I was right about the finely muscled torso"

"Guess you were"

The rest of our clothes were soon removed and we spent the night totally rocking each other's worlds. Frequently. Using multiple techniques and positions. For someone who hadn't had sex in like six years, Derek was...dude, I don't even have the words to describe how good he was. I mean, maybe he did the same thing as me and watched a bunch of porn, cause damn the things he knew. Wowza! They'd blow your mind! And some more erotic places of course. Before I fell asleep, and in Derek Hale's arms no less, I full on fan girl screamed in my head. Score!

Well? How was it? :D The link to Bri's outfit is on my profile. Mega sorryz for taking ages to update again. There was school and my poor kitty cats and Christmas and transferring everything to my new laptop (which kept acting up) and I'm gonna shut up now cause you don't care. Seriously though, I am the easiest person to distract on the entire planet. One minute I'm on my bed, typing away and the next I'm running circles around the house with the dogs and hoping Polo won't trip me :L

Oh, and, can I just ask where did everybody go? I had like 30 reviews between chapters 1 and 2, then like, six for chapter 3. Where y'all gone? lol, come out, come out, where ever you are :D

PS. I'm gonna apologize in advance for this next bit. I don't know when I'm gonna be updating next, because I frankly haven't a clue what I'm gonna write. I've this little bit typed up for the morning after the Derek/Brianna shenanigans, which I was gonna put in this chappie, but decided it would be best left for the next one. Anyway, please don't abandon me. I will think of something, just bear with me lads.

PPS. For anyone who's read my fic Because I Love You, I posted another chapter! :D :D