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Lacy here and we've finally got bits of lightness for the latest Effie chapter. And smut. Yeah, we've got that. Smut helps everything, right? Just go with me on it. So, it's time for Derek to learn how to use a gun, and to see just how good his girl is with one. Or all of them. Hey, she's the Sheriff's daughter. And she and Braeden come to an understanding. Finally. But let's start with some sibling bonding first! Read on!

Disclaimer: I own Effie.

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Knowing Derek was out looking for Malia, Effie laid in her bed with her sketchbook, listening to Stiles toss and turn in his own. She knew he was having trouble sleeping without Malia beside him, as she had for the past few months. She knew because, it was hard for her to sleep without Derek curled up behind her. Or under her. Or on her. Really, the two slept in a lot of different ways that most would find really uncomfortable, but it worked for them.

Hearing Stiles sigh for the fifth time, Effie shut her sketchbook, got up and padded to the next room.

"All night cram session," she said once she pushed the door open. "or we share a bed."

Stiles sat up, looking at his sister. "As we're both the little spoon, so wrong on my part, by the way, all night cram it is."

Effie snorted, shutting the door and flipping on the light. "Dead pool or school?"

The two exchanged a look. "Dead pool."

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Okay, their pack had come up with a lot of crazy stunts. A lot. Stealing from an armored car. Stealing a police van and tying up a kanima while in human form. Driving to Mexico to negotiate with a hunter family to get Derek back. Agreeing to work with Peter after all the crap he'd put them through. And a whole host of others things Effie didn't want to think about. But this plan? This plan pretty much took the prize for dumbest stunt ever.

And the look on Derek's face said he pretty much agreed.

"Was this Stiles's plan?" Derek asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Effie shook his head. "No, for once, the one coming up with the insanity is Scott." she grabbed a strip of bandages. "By the way, you ever hide something like this from me again and I'll do a lot worse."

Derek sighed but held still as Effie cleaned his wound from the shooting at the hospital.

"I don't know how you didn't smell it." he pointed out.

Effie gave him a look. "My brother was covered in a murderer's blood. My focus was a bit skewed. I thought," she purposefully jabbed the wound, watching Derek wince. "you would be smart enough to tell me you were hurt."

Huffing as the pain ebbed away, Derek shifted a bit. "I didn't know until I'd already dropped you off. I took care of it."

Effie cast a look at the blood soaked shirt beside them. "Twenty-three years as a werewolf didn't teach you much about first aid, did it?"

"Not really."

"What's going on?"

Both turned and looked at Braeden, who'd been sleeping on Derek's bed since she insisted on leaving the hospital. Effie wasn't happy about it but, Derek had calmed her by promising not to sleep in the loft unless she was there. The night before, when he went looking for Malia, was the only time he'd broken that word.

"Nothing," Effie went back to Derek's wound. "he's just not healing as fast as normal. Stress can do that."

Braeden walked over, sitting beside Effie on the coffee table. "Are you sure it's just stress?"

Effie glanced at her. "What else would it be?"

"Derek," Braeden looked at him. "show me your eyes."

Derek gave Effie a hooded look, waiting for her okay, before turning to Braeden. When his eyes didn't change, she nodded.

"Alright," she handed Effie the medical tape. "I think we need to get you up to date on how to be human in a supernatural world."

Effie taped the gauze down and let her hands fall to Derek's forearm. "I hate to say it, Derek, but Braeden does stand a better chance of helping with this than I do."

"Okay," Derek nodded, sitting up with only slight trouble. "let's me grab a shirt."

Effie stood back with Braeden as Derek vanished up the stairs.

"Why don't you trust me?" Braeden asked.

"Other than the way you act around my boyfriend?" Effie countered. "You have no true loyalties. If there's one thing I've learned, lack of loyalty is never something that should be trusted."

Braeden faced her. "Then trust this, as long as Derek can't defend himself as a wolf, I'll help him learn to do it as a human."

Effie nodded. "That I'll trust."

"And Effie," Braeden met the younger woman's eyes. "I know he's yours. I won't try to come between that."

Effie crossed her arms, staring at the ground. "Thank you," she looked up at Braeden. "thank you."

Derek came back down, a gray t-shirt on. "Did I miss something?"

"Nope." the two answered as one.

Derek stopped at the bottom of the stairs, brow raised. "Why don't I trust that?"

"Because you're smart." Effie pointed out. "And grew up with two sisters." she clapped her hands. "Let's get started."

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Derek watched as both Effie and Braeden laid out a number of different firearms on the table. While he knew John had taught Effie and Stiles how to handle guns when they were twelve, he'd never seen just how comfortable she was with them.

Effie saw Derek's look. "Perks of being the sheriff's daughter."

Braeden put down a certain handgun. "This is a Sig Sauer P226 9mm."

"I don't like guns." Derek felt the need to point out.

"That's because you've never learned to use one." Braeden said.

"Or because I've been shot." Derek said. "Repeatedly."

Braeden picked up the gun. "You'll like this one." she pulled the clip. "The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many shots you fire. Running out of bullets can get you killed. It also makes you look stupid."

"Or like Stiles." Effie decided to add. "He never remembers to count."

Braeden loaded the clip again and put the gun in Derek's hand. "But using a gun isn't just about learning how to point and shoot."

"Why's that?" Derek asked.

"Because an average person can move twenty-one feet in one-point-five seconds." Effie filled in. "If they have a knife, they can get you before you can pull and fire."

"So with a gun," Braeden picked up. "you need distance." she motioned to Effie, who moved a distance from Derek. "Go for it. Pull the gun on Effie."

"Wait," Effie moved back. "maybe it would be best if you did this, Braeden. Human or wolf, Derek's not going to let himself come at me in a threatening way."

Derek looked at the gun and then the two women. "She's right. I won't hurt her."

Braeden nodded. "Alright," she took Effie's former place. "pull the gun."

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After Braeden left, promising to take it easy until she finished healing, and to contact Effie with another time to help Derek, the two sat on the couch, Derek's new gun on the table in front of them.

"I don't want to use it," Derek said softly.

Effie tucked herself against his side. "I don't want you to, either. But, even if it's just there to reassure us, I feel better with you having it."

Derek smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better." he reached around Effie and lifted her up into his lap. "At least I still have the strength for that."

Effie laughed, arms sliding around Derek's neck. "It would definitely be a sad day if you didn't have the strength for that." she shivered as Derek's hands wandered up her shirt. "What are you doing?"

Derek shrugged, trying to look innocent. "Wondering what else I have the strength for."

Effie nearly purred as his fingers dragged up her spine. "I think it's safe to say, you have the strength for that."

"How would we know?" Derek asked, leaning forward to kiss a line up Effie's neck. "We haven't tried since I've been back."

Effie frowned as her breathing picked up. "Seriously? It's been that long?" she gripped Derek's hair. "So wrong."

Derek chuckled, catching Effie's earlobe between his teeth. "Time to change that?"

"Beyond time." Effie nodded.

Derek pulled back, popping the buttons of Effie's shirt as he ripped it open. "Good." he pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. Using it to trap Effie's arms behind her back, he dropped his lips to her collarbone and started suckling across the expanse.

Effie dropped her head back, groaning as she tried to free her arms.

"Uh uh," Derek nipped just above her bra. "you stay like that or I stop."

Effie growled. "Derek,"

Derek leaned up. "You submitted to me when I was a beta and alpha. Can you submit to a human?"

Effie met his eyes, fighting to keep her eyes hazel. "I can submit to my mate. No matter what form he comes in."

Derek caught her lips in a quick kiss. "Good." he nudged her chin back. "Then no escaping."

Effie let her head drop back again, moaning at the feeling of Derek's lips on the underside of her jaw. Nipping and sucking on the pale flesh. It was very rare they had absolute shows of dominance during sex, it wasn't really who they were. But there were times when Derek needed to know he still had control over some things. And Effie found, she liked giving him that control over her.

Derek secured Effie's hands with one of his, bringing the other up her back to snap the clasp of her bra. Bringing his hand around front, he pulled the lacy material away, glad Effie had worn a strapless bra.

When Effie felt Derek's hot breath on her breasts, she nearly lost it. And when his lips ghosted over her hard nipples, she arched her back so far, it was a wonder she didn't snap herself in half.

Derek chuckled quietly before catching a stiff nipple between his teeth. As the taste of Effie's sweet sweat filled his mouth, Derek was sure he'd never get tired of tasting it. He sucked and nipped the hard bud, letting his free hand squeeze and roll the neglected one. Knowing he needed both hands to give Effie the pleasure she deserved, Derek pulled away, smiling at the whine she let out.

"If I let go of your hands," Derek said. "will you behave?"

Effie panted but nodded. "I will."

Releasing Effie's hands, Derek let her shirt fall to the floor and caught her waist with both his. Leaning her back, he dropped his mouth to the bottom of her ribs and slowly dragged his tongue up the heated flesh. He felt Effie's nails, not claws, digging into the flesh of his biceps as her moan echoed through the loft.

Effie shivered in pleasure as Derek blew gently across the wet path he'd just created. She loved it when he took his time, found every little area that drove her wild and made her moan his name. As he nosed against the flesh of her breast, she felt herself sliding further up his lap until her center was nearly pressed against his lower torso. As her back laid flush on his thighs, Derek dropped his lips along her belly, nipping little patches here and there as his hands drifted back to her breasts, massaging the full globes and basking in the feeling of the hard nipples against his palms.

He can feel how hot and wet Effie is getting against his stomach. He wants to feel it on his bare skin but doesn't want to pull away from the delicious taste of her stomach. Finally giving into himself, Derek pulled back and shifted to lay Effie on the couch. He set himself between her legs and reached for the button and zipper of Effie's jeans, carefully peeling them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Before he could follow with her panties, she sat up and pushed her hands under his shirt.

"Submitting or not," Effie whispered. "you have too many clothes on."

Derek grinned at the fire in Effie's eyes and let her remove his shirt. He stood long enough to take his pants off before covering Effie again. Catching her lips in a scorching kiss, Derek's hand drifted down her side and over her hips and thighs. He found the soaking center of her panties and pressed his fingers against the swollen lips hidden under them.

Effie gasped, arching up, her hands digging into Derek's arms again. Feeling his lips travel down her body once again, Effie welcomed the rush of pleasure that filled her. She could feel the boiling pool in her belly getting ready to explode, nearly tipping over as Derek's tongue circled her belly button before dipping inside.

Derek tongued along the band of Effie's panties, sliding his tongue under every once in awhile. With more force than he realized he still had, he started pulling them down and tore them completely off. He felt Effie's growl of pleasure and spike of arousal at his actions. His greatest turn on was her submission, in any form, while her's was his being rough. With that in mind, Derek grabbed her thighs and pulled her center right to his face before diving in. Using his nose to push her lips apart, Derek dragged his tongue over her swollen clit before shoving it as deep as he could into her.

Effie nearly screamed in pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her body. She could barely breathe as Derek lapped at her juices and squeezed her thighs, massaging the flesh. Her hands grabbed at the pillow under her head, not knowing if she could control her claws.

"You taste so good," Derek murmured as he kissed her clit, running his tongue around it. "wolf senses or not, you taste so amazing."

Effie panted, feeling another flush of pleasure cover her. "Can I play now?"

Derek shook his head, nipping at her clit. "No." he pulled her clit into his mouth, one hand coming up to teasingly dip into her dripping channel. He felt the small jerks of her hips, knowing she was trying to fight the urge to thrust into his mouth and hand. "Move for me." he ordered.

Effie groaned, giving in. She rolled her hips, pulling his fingers further into her body. When she felt them curl just right, her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. While he played with her clit and fingered her, his other hand slid up her body and drew sensual pattern across her over sensitive skin. She was feeling too much, she couldn't handle it. When Derek's fingers curled again, in time with a sharp suck of her clit and pinch of a nipple, Effie came a second time.

Derek drew out Effie's orgasm with long, slow sucks of her clit. Once her body stopped shaking, he lowered her back to the couch and kissed his way up her body. Pressing their lips together, he echoed her groan at her taste in their mouths.

"God," Effie panted as they broke apart. "I can't believe I didn't realize how long we'd gone without that."

Derek grinned. "We're not done yet, baby."

Together, they rid Derek of his boxers. Once he settled between Effie's legs again, it took no time for him to shift and sheath himself in her hot channel. They froze like that, breathing heavily as Effie adjusted to Derek's size. Once she nodded to him, Derek teased her with tiny rolls of his hips, not moving much in her, but always brushing her clit. He could see the frustration mixed with pleasure on her face.

Effie was about to flip them, even if they landed on the floor, when Derek finally pulled out nearly all the way then jerked his hips forward, hard, and thrusted back in. She tilted her head back, guiding Derek's to her neck and holding him there as he sucked a deep red mark into her flesh. She knew it would heal not long after they finished but the feeling was too amazing.

Derek felt Effie's hips start lifting to meet him with each thrust. He felt a twinge in his side, where he was grazed, but didn't pay it any attention. Especially once Effie's lips latched onto his neck and started playfully nipping and sucking. He couldn't help but think that, for the first time in his life, he'd have a hickey that lasted. And, if he thought about it, that was exactly why Effie was doing it.

"Payback," Effie whispered against his skin. "for all the ones you gave me before I turned."

Derek chuckled, rotating his hips roughly as he thrusted back into her. The bite Effie gave him in response spiked his arousal and he knew it would be over soon. Dropping his hand down, he found her clit and started a rough pace against it, matching his thrusts.

Effie kept her face buried in Derek's neck as his thrusts sped up and he played with her clit. Her pleasure was peaking again and before she could prepare herself, her orgasm crashed over her and pulled Derek's name from her lips. Derek followed moments later, groaning his release into her ear.

Both stayed where they were while they came down from their highs.

"Bed?" Derek suggested.

Effie nodded, but also scented the air quickly. "Strip the sheets first. Still smells like Braeden."

Derek nodded and stood, bringing Effie with him. Holding her against him with one arm, he walked to the bed and pulled the sheets off, tossing them aside, before laying down. He grabbed a throw from where Effie kept them under the left side of the bed and tucked it around them.

Effie settled against Derek, nose tucked into his throat. "Why did we go so long without this?"

Derek smiled, a bit sadly. "Supernatural lives don't allow for much down time."

"Well screw that," Effie protested. "we go a week without sex again and I may kill us both." she looked up at Derek. "Got that?"

Derek chuckled and nodded. "A week, got it." he guided her head back down. "Sleep. We've still got a lot to do in the morning."

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Two hours later, the pair was woken by Effie's phone going off. She reached over, grabbing the offending device. Quickly reading the text, she sighed and tossed her phone away.

"What is it?" Derek asked, his voice rough with sleep.

"The plan didn't work." Effie informed him. "Kate showed up."

Derek dropped his head back. "Damnit," he rubbed Effie's back. "one more point in the Benefactor's favor."

"Next time we kill Kate," Effie said. "we tear her apart and burn the pieces."

"Deal." Derek agreed.

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Not gonna lie, having Effie and Derek reconnect like this and Effie willing to admit that Derek being human changed nothing between them, inside or outside the bedroom, it felt right. They needed it. And really, burning the bitch would be justice. Let me tell you, Kate's death was not painful enough in the show. And not letting Derek have a hand in it sucked. But I'm off course. Things start getting fast and even tougher for the rest of the season, so hold on to this brief moment of happiness. Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.

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