Author's Note: I love it! Only two days and I've got over 1000 hits on this story. *happy dance*
I hope you liked the last chapter. It took a bit to get it out there but there it was. So keep reading to find out what happens with Sam and Derek.
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"Are you sure you should be on a ladder?" Derek moved into seeing distance so he could let Sam see.
"Are you sure you want to be standing under the ladder while I am on it?" she replied.
"What are you going to do? Drop a bucket of paint on me?"
"No." The hammer she had been using fell off the ladder and nearly hit him had it not been for his reflexes. She smiled cheekily. "Whoops."
"Whoops my ass." Gently he wrestled her off the ladder and to the floor, using his body to cover hers. She was laughing the entire time. He looked down in her face as the last breath of laughter left her. "I thought I lost you."
She looked him squarely in the eye. "The only place I went to was the hospital."
"With a bullet hole in your stomach. That's not a luxury trip."
"I don't live in luxury."
"Maybe you should. And you shouldn't be working on this house in your condition."
Sam licked her lips for a moment. "Lift my shirt." He gave her an odd look. "Just do it." He didn't argue as he lifted her shirt. "Now take off the bandage."
When he did, he had to do a double take. The wound had healed after three days. He looked up at her then ran his thumb over it. She winced at that. "It's healed."
"Yes, but the skin is a little tender."
"How?"
"Remember what I showed you with your bullet wound?"
"Yeah."
"I can do it with myself to heal my own body. It takes a few days longer than it would if I healed someone else."
"I have a theory about that."
She inclined her head as much as she could while lying on the floor. "What's that?"
"I think you're healing ability has to come from the purity inside you." She squinted in question. "You're so nice. You took me into your home when I was attacked and you became friends with Scott and Stiles quickly. It's who you are." She nodded at him, as if she was soaking that in. "I have an idea."
"The last idea you had ended with the two of us in my bed after a series of events."
He barked a laugh at that because it was true. "No. This one's different. Let's go out tonight." This time she frowned. "I promise nothing's going to happen. They won't attack in public places."
"I know they won't because it won't be pretty. I'll kill her."
"That I have no doubt of."
"But I don't want to go out. It's not smart letting them know I'm better until it's time to move."
She had a solid argument there. If they were to go out, someone would leak to the Argents that Sam was doing better. Sam was their lethal weapon against Kate. If she was leaked there went their element of surprise.
"Besides, I just want to relax in my own house. It's been about a week since I did that without thinking I'd get mauled or worse: catered to hand and foot."
He shrugged. "That's fine with me."
"Okay. Let me finish here and we'll head home."
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"I thought you said we weren't doing this?" Derek asked as he looked down at Sam.
After a delicious dinner of nachos, courtesy of Scott and Stiles who dropped by on their way home from their game, and a six pack of root beer, they settled on the couch for a night of sappy movie then action movie. Derek initiated the first contact of the night, besides slipping his arm around her shoulders. Sam just took a little farther.
She raced him to the bedroom, where he tackled her.
"No, I said your plan was to do this right off the bat. My plan was to get you all guzzied up then reduce you to mush. It seems like it worked."
Derek didn't answer with words. He simply kissed her senseless. She wrapped her arms around him and rolled them. Sam sat on her feet and looked down at him. Here he was, the man she had been crushing on since high school.
He had grown up in the years she had disappeared from Beacon Hills to go to school. When she had found out his house needed a little bit of work, she jumped at the chance to do it. It didn't matter that she couldn't hear. It never had in the past. This time it was her and him.
She tilted her head slightly before running her finger along his eyes. "Always so serious, Derek. Maybe you should lighten up a little bit."
"If I lighten up, people get killed." He said.
"Your eyes say something completely different."
Derek grabbed the back of her thighs and sat up while looking up at her. "Yours say the same thing."
"I never hid anything from you. All you had to do was ask. Were you scared?"
"Still am."
She pressed her forehead against his. "I know." He kissed her in response. "But you don't have to hide it anymore."
"Thank God."
He brought her mouth down to his and took great pleasure in making it his, but he did so gently.
The rest of their actions were blurry, even to them. They were quiet but rough. Derek attempted to be as gentle as could be, but with his wolf side getting into the moment, it was getting harder to control. Sam didn't seem to mind. At one point she even whispered for him to go with the flow and let his wolf take over for the moment.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said.
"Don't worry about it." She smacked him in the face.
The smack in the face made him smile and his movements increased in vigor. Sam clutched at his back as he drove deeper and deeper. At the last minute he pulled her up to him and pressed her back against the headboard. She didn't say a word to him as he put his head in the crook of her neck and pressed in as deep as he could. He finally let go in a feral growl.
When he pulled out, he was so weak he couldn't even roll over. Sam held him against her as he caught his breath.
Derek pressed his nose to her skin and just inhaled her scent. Besides the sweat and sex, he smelled himself there. But the most abundant smell was the smell of Sam. It was a mixture between her body wash, which was something with the word midnight in it, and just her own rustic scent. He was just happy that his scent was lingering.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Her muted voice rang through his thoughts.
He looked up at her. Her head was tilted back against the headboard and she was looking down at him with hooded eyes. He propped his head up in the palm of his hand and looked at her. '
"Just thinking." He replied.
She made a deep sound in the back of her throat. "Whenever you think, it always ends badly for the other person."
"How did you get so good at reading me?"
"You let your guard down around me."
Derek tugged her down to lie on her pillow. He looked at her, trying to decide whether or not he should speak his mind. He knew whispering in her ear wouldn't work because she couldn't hear.
"I think I've fallen in love with you." He said outright and with no qualms.
She smiled at him. "What took you so long in saying it?"
"I was afraid it would end up as something different." She was confused at that. "I was nervous to tell you because I didn't want it to seem real. But it became real the night you were…"
"The night I was shot."
"Yeah. I didn't want to lose you."
"I haven't gone anywhere in three weeks, Derek. I wasn't going anywhere when I moved here before senior year. I'm not going anywhere any time soon. You're stuck with me."
Derek smiled and rolled, initiating round two.