It's PG-13 Let me know if it's enough or not enough tried to keep it from being too dirty so it might suck.

I sat on his bed watching him sit with his legs slightly parted his arms crossed over his chest. He looked worried about me and it was touching but I was trying to force those feelings away. He was asking me questions and I answered him, when he asked about how I felt about him I decided to show him. I straddled his thighs and kissed him; his hands gripped me and pulled us closer. I was feeling light headed as I made hickeys on his neck for some reason I wanted to mark him. My hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off. He was well defined. I ran my hand down his chest feeling hard muscle. He picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid me on the bed pulling at my shirt. He set up just enough to get my shirt off once it was off he worked on my leggings. He was looking down at me his eyes were a darker green. He was rubbing his hands up and down my legs while I whimpered as he got closer to the v between my legs. I worked at the belt on his pants while he squeezed my breast through the bra, I moaned. I finally had his belt undone and was unzipping his pants, he pushed me into the bed and reached for his nightstand. I felt my stomach drop, it wasn't a bad feeling it was excitement. He laid the purple package on the bed beside my head as he lifted me up to undo my bra. He was nipping at my neck and Oh god did it feel so good I was losing it. I couldn't remember my name as he slid my panties down my legs or why this was a bad idea as he stood to get out of his jeans. He lay down on top of me just applying enough weight to cause friction between our bodies. He was hard and it was rubbing against my core, Oh god.

The morning after…

I woke up feeling sore, warm, comfortable, and relaxed. I tried to sit up but strong arms pulled me closer and I had to think. I remembered last night and I almost groan but decided against it as I felt lips touch the back of my neck. "Morning." A deep voice said causing me to raise my head off his arm and look behind me, "Morning Derek." He buried his head in my hair and I felt so at peace for once in my life. No matter the consequence of last night I would never forget this. I snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes when there was a knock at his door causing him to groan. "Derek are you up? Do want breakfast?" It was Simon and I felt guilty, "Yeah I'm up. Be down in a sec." His word held two meanings and I knew because he was looking down at me as he said it. I got to watch as his eyes darkened and he leaned down to kiss me. Just then Tori decided she had to ask him something, "Derek, Have you…..?" She backed out of the room her face turning red, "Sorry." My hands dropped on to the bed as I groaned, "Don't panic." "Whatever," I mumbled as I heard footsteps coming toward the door. I watched as the door swung open and there stood a tall man that looked like Simon except he wasn't blond. I wasn't embarrassed but I did try to hide the fact that I was naked under his son. "Derek we've talked about this," he said. His eyebrows had disappeared into his hair. I started laughing. Covering my face with my hand as Derek asked, "What is so funny?" "I've been having sex since I was fourteen and this is the first time someone's parent has ever caught me." This caused Derek to raise an eyebrow, "Really? Cause I think this is my sixth time in the last year and a half." Derek's father sighed at us, "When you are dressed, I need to see both of you down stairs, Now." "Yes Sir." "Ok."

I pulled on my leggings, I couldn't find my panties, and looked around for my bra, Derek handed to it to me and one of his shirts. "Thanks." He grabbed my hand as we went down the steps then down a hall and into Mr. Bea's Office. "Sit." I did, who was I to challenge this man in his own home where he had caught me and his son. I crossed my arms under my chest and waited for the lecture. "Are you going to introduce me Derek?" Mr. Bea smiled. I was so confused. "This is Chloe Saunders. Clo this is my father Kit Bea." Mr. Bea reached for my hand and I shake his. "You're the one who burned down your last school." I groaned, "Not on purpose. I was kinda drunk and so not my fault." He laughed, "Yeah I heard from a good friend that it involves some vamps and a cigarette." "Damnit Clay." Mr. Bea laughed harder and Derek looked confused. "How did you know it was Clay?" I relaxed, "Because he's the only one who knows about the cigarette." "How is he and Ana?" "She's six months pregnant with twins and giving him hell." "I know he was here for a while. What was that about?" I looked at Mr. Bea, "If you know Clay you know he was probably trying to throw some hunters of your tail." "And those hunters would be your father and company?" I felt tension return to my shoulders, "I don't have a father."

Derek decided to join the conversion, "Why were you arrested the other day?" I looked at him, "Illegal fighting and um B&E. I was kinda pissed." "Why?" This came from Mr. Bea. I fidgeted under the eyes of both men, "Because my father was going to make me marry a man I can't even stand. And he hates paranormals so what was the point when we were going to have little paranormal babies." "What are you?" I mumbled and knew neither heard me. "What?" I took a deep breath, "Necromancer." Mr. Bea looked at me and said, "You my dear are a rare breed. You have the honor of being my first." "Yeah I know. We're death dealers. We don't breed well or live after thirty." "What?" Both men said at the same time.