Sorry, about the late chapter. I tried to save it last night to the site but it kept telling me a damn error had occurred. STUPID COMPUTER! :D Any who, I have a little poll going. Question is, If Derek Hale had a job, what would he do? Mechanic, something in the sports field, or other? If you think other, then what's your idea? This really don't have anything to do with the story, just my own inquiry. As always, read and review! Enjoy!


Song: Love to Sleep-She Wants Revenge

I awoke somewhere around 3:00 am this morning, horny, after having a wet dream. Derek was fast asleep, me wrapped in his arms, while he lied on his side. His whole body protecting me from the cool breeze that whipped in through the broken window. Big thanks to me! Rolling him over onto his back, I trailed kisses down his chest and stomach, nipping at his hips. He stirred, giving me a light growl of pleasure before peeking down at me. "Mmm." He hummed into the night air. I wrapped my hand around his hardening cock, and begun to stroke. His head lolled back onto the pillow as he thrust his hips into my grasp. Bringing my lips close to his tip, I blew out cool air. I felt him shiver before wrapping my mouth around him and taking him deep into my mouth, forcing myself to swallow him down, and repeating the action again. I gathered my pheromones and started pushing them at him. I felt one hand fist through my hair as he begun to loose control.

I started to choke when he thrust to hard before being forced to take him all the way in, and swallowing his sweet and salty essence. "Oh, Fuck Autumn-nnn!" I felt his orgasm being sent through me as I sucked him off while he rode out his bliss. A shudder ripped through my body, as my own orgasm washed over me, moaning loudly around a mouth full. He drug me up his body and rolled me over so that his penis sat comfortably between my thighs, his chest pressed against my back. I listened as he snored into my neck, his lips pressed open, and a tiny drip of drool dampened my skin. Normally, I'd been all kinds of grossed out right now, but instead, I found it cute, and giggled. His arm around my waist wrapping tighter. It didn't take long before I joined in on the snooze fest.

Sunshine licked at my skin. I peeped open one eye, staring at the cruel awaking that was shining in my face, before rolling over expecting to cuddle into a warm chest, only to find the bed empty. Well shit. What did you expect Autumn? One fuck was going to change everything? I could hope. But no, my life was never that easy. I stretched out on the bed, hands above my head, before turning back to the same cruelty that awoke Derek. Damn sun! I cursed. I heard the sound of voices floating in from outside and listened intently catching…

"Dude, Stiles said there's this chick he met last night. And she's looking for you. She almost got her ass busted by his dad too. I think he said her name was…Ashley or Anna or who the fuck cares?" I cared fuck face; I cussed him out while eavesdropping. "Point is, Stiles thinks she's a werewolf. Derek! What if she's with the al…." He trailed off. I heard the loud smack as Derek hit him. Followed by, "What the fuck was that f…" Another whomp! I smiled thinking about the force Derek could pack. The young wolf must have scented me through the broken window before connecting the dots. "Oh shit. Derek you didn't?" The house shook from the brutal impact at which, no doubt, Derek had pinned him against.

"Go home Scott! I'll deal with you later." He informed with a growl. I listened as Scott shuffled away. I laid back down quickly, closing my eyes, and pretended to sleep. "I know you're awake Autumn." I heard the gruff voice of Derek coming from above me. I opened one eye and gave him my most innocent smile. He glared down at me before sighing. "Autumn. We need to talk." He stated. I sat up immediately on my knees, ears fully alert. "You didn't mention how wrapped up in my shit you've gotten yourself into." His face was stone, but his eyes held a hint of concern.

"Yea, well, ya didn't ask 'how' I knew. You just kinda went strait to the threats and the beat downs." I stated flatly. "And besides, I hadn't expected suspected murder. But that's all cleared up now. Stile's dad seemed sated by my half truth, even after I tried to lie, unsuccessfully I might add. But still, good enough." I babbled. There was something else nagging at him. I could tell by how he kept shifting his weight. He wasn't worried about me being in trouble, well not only worried about my being in trouble. "Derek, there's something else bugging you. What is it?" I asked soothingly, making sure not to give him any reason to back away. He sat down on the bed, propping his elbows on his knees, face plastered in the palm of his hand. I watched as he scrubbed a hand over his face and down his neck, trying to come up with a good way to express whatever was on his mind.

"We didn't use anything last night." He stated flatly before looking me in the eye. I seen the deep concern in his face and the terror of what we had done, that just might complicate things even more. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Wow. You really must think I don't have any common sense at all?" He was taken aback, his eyes announcing his confusion. "I'm on birth control. Sure, it's not really the greatest protection for werewolves since its hardly strong enough." I sighed and explained, "I have a werewolf gyno. She prescribed me not only 'the pill' but she also gave me a shot of birth control. Humans can't do it, but being a werewolf, I can." I watched as he visibly relaxed. The tension he had been holding in his shoulders disappeared, and he leaned back against the wall, legs out stretched in front of him. "I mean, don't get me wrong, there's always a chance, but I can always get the Plan B pill if needed." I relaxed against the wall too, taking him in. He was dressed (Dammit) with long sleeve black shirt that buttoned at the neck, his usual black pants, (I wonder if he ever wears blue jeans) and his black sneakers. Pretty much same outfit, just a different shirt. Unfortunately, my brief hiatus from questioning ended.

"We shouldn't do this anymore." He stated without looking at me. His jaw tensed as he forced out the words. I could tell he didn't want to put an end to it, but he was making a choice. To fucking bad I had made mine! And I wasn't about to give up the easy. Oh no! I came here for a reason, and that reason was him.

"Haven't we already had this talk?" I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I told you I was going to get what I want, and I'm not about to give up now. No matter your amount of threats. I'm here, I'm strong, and I'm horny. I'm strangely attracted to you, and I know that you are too. Even though you still deny liking me, I know different." I reasoned.

"You said you would return to your shit today."

"No, as I recall, 'You' said I could return to my shit today. I was going to go last night but you had other ideas." I poked at him. "Which is another thing! You said it was too dangerous for me to go last night. Now tell me why." I received a growl in return but expected this much. "You can be all scowly and grumpy and return to shutting me out of your shit, but truth of the matter is, I'm in it now, so spill." I waited for his response but was being given the silent treatment. Ok, so I wasn't going to get it now, but I would! Mark my words! I was going to get it out of him. Even if I had to fuck it out of him. Ok, so that wouldn't be too bad, actually, it would be fricken fantastic! Getting up, I strutted my way to his closet.

"What are you doing?" He asked, still sitting on the bed.

"Oh, we're talking now?" I asked giving him a smirk over my shoulder. I heard him scowl before getting up and coming over the closet.

"Here." He handed me a plain gray t-shirt.

"Mmmm. I can practically feel its warmth now." I said sarcastically. He dug deeper into his closet, pulling out an old black hoodie and handing it to me.

"Better?"

"Much." I replied throwing on the t-shirt then the hoodie, which could be worn as a short dress. I bounced my way out of his room and down the stairs, skipping the last two steps. Derek following behind the whole way. I bent over, making sure to give him a great view, and grabbed my pants. I peeked around my shoulder to see him staring shamelessly. A tent forming in his jeans. He looked away when he caught me looking. Sliding my pants up I wondered around the house to where I thought the kitchen might be. Finding it burned and dilapidated like the rest of the house. My eyes zeroed in on a small (I mean tiny) fridge that had been hooked up to an itty bitty generator. I admired his make due. Daring to peek inside, I found plenty of water, energy drinks, and even a couple bottles of beer. But nothing to eat. My stomach growled in disappointment and I wondered how he could have a fridge with no food. It absolutely blew my mind. I heard his brief chuckle from behind me. I looked back to find Derek standing in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets.

"How can you have a fridge with no food? That's not normal!" I knew my face had the look of pain and he grinned. "Derek! How? You're a werewolf for crying out loud! Shouldn't you eat like one?" I was in full spaze mode. My mind couldn't fully function. "What do you eat?" I was actually kind of freaking out.

"We can go out and eat." He stated, grin still on his face.

"B-but. I don't understand! You are a werewolf right? I mean I'm not just imagining that you're one right?" He shook his head. "Then why don't you have food?"

"It would spoil." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Come on." He turned and walked out. I was still frozen looking at the foodless fridge. "Autumn! Get over it! Do you wanna eat?" I was pulled out of my momentary insanity and rushed out the door ahead of him, in his car, and buckled before he even opened the door. His grin turned into a closed mouth smile. Alright! I was on my way to reaching my goal!

We begun our track to where ever the hell he was taking me to eat. I really didn't care at this point! I was going to get food! I didn't care if the place of his choosing served shit on their menu. Then a song popped into my head and I started humming it. 'Food, Glorious Food!' Have you ever heard that song off of Ice Age 2? Yep, one of my personal favorite movies. I looked over to find Derek staring at me in a very weird way. His eyebrows where furrowed together, his mouth threatening to tug into a smile, (but he held it in a tight jaw lock), and amusement danced in his eyes. "What the hell are you humming?" He asked.

"Food, glorious food." I answered really bubbly, "It's off Ice Age 2. You know where their threatening to drown in the melt down, actually I think that's what it's called, Ice Age: The Meltdown. And all the animals have to make it to the boat before they drown. And there's this one scene where the vultures start singing about food, because they are hoping that someone will die and…." I trailed off when I heard him bust out into laughter. It actually caught me off guard and at first I didn't know how to react. But the more he laughed the more I became intrigued. He had these tiny laugh lines at the corner of his eyes, his face took on a whole different look. I actually couldn't believe it was Derek.

"Few, Holy Shit Autumn! You are something!" He stated trying to catch his breath.

"What? It's one of my favorite movies." He looked at me completely amused before laughing again. We settled into a comfortable silence and I had to do something to occupy my mind from my stomach. I glanced around to his backseat and instantly conjured up something that could occupy me for an eternity. It wasn't huge, but I could manage.

"Autumn. Get your head out of the gutter." He warned looking strait ahead. Turning back around I looked out the window and pouted. The sound of my stomach growling filled the car and I grunted.

"Are we there yet?" I whined. He didn't say anything so I went back to pouting. Finally, for what seemed like a fucking eight hour drive; we arrived at, (OF ALL THINGS! AND SHOOT ME FOR THINKING WE MIGHT ACTULLY EAT IN) Taco Bell! He pulled around the drive through and asked what I wanted. "Can I just order the entire fucking menu?" He glared at me and I tried again. "I don't really give a shit. Just make it something big, packed with meat, and double it!" He smirked at me, "Oh, now whose mind is in the gutter?" I teased. I wasn't really listening to what he ordered and went back to thinking about other things. Namely, my none existing 'mating bite'. I didn't know how the hell I was going to convince him to bite me. I tried last night and even attempted to bite him, before he took control. That plan sunk like the Titanic. I figured if I gave him the 'mating bite' first, he'd have to reciprocate right? I mean, then he wouldn't be able to mate with another female. Well hell! This wasn't going to be as easy I planned or hoped. The smell of food pulled me momentarily from my thoughts as I dug around in the bag. I found a huge taco thing, filled with steak and cheese, and shoved it in my mouth, making tiny noises of approve. "I'll pay you when I go back to the hotel." I said around a mouthful of steak and cheese.

"Damn right. You're not cheap." He agreed teasingly. I returned to shoving my face and briefly wondered where we were heading before going into a food ecstasy.


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