*Warning: Even more explicit material. Like... super explicit...*
Moving day.
I always thought this day would be different, that I'd be getting a small apartment in New York by myself where I'd eat ramen noodles and try to conserve as much money as possible. Or perhaps I'd be moving into a college dorm, where I'd meet my roommate, whether they be a super-smart prep, or a wasted party girl. Maybe they'd be like me.
I never pictured today being moving in with my werewolf boyfriend.
Regardless, we're up early Monday morning as my Dad booked them an afternoon flight down to Mexico. They really don't need it, but traffic by the border is packed. I actually don't really need help- I'm only moving a dresser and some clothes.
I face this chapter of life head-on; excited. However, it's a mature step for me and it hits me how quickly time has gone by. I never felt like I'd move out. I mean, I never pictured staying either, but it just never sunk in that I'm growing up.
Derek and my father chat as we load things into the moving truck, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think they may be bonding. They actually speak cordially to each other, and I catch them laughing a few times. It warms my heart to see them getting along so well. For a second, I pause and watch, and I wonder what it'll be like in the future. Our little family tree. What if we have kids… ew, no. I shake the thought from my head and make a sound of disgust. No thank you. But then I picture a mini-Derek running around all grumpy, in a little leather jacket…
"Yeah?" Derek asks.
"What?" I ask. "Sorry, I was uh…"
"I said, is this everything?"
I peek at what little things I brought and nod. "Yep."
"Alright. We're gonna go unpack." Derek says. "We'll be back to take you to the airport at one."
"Cool." Dad forges a smile.
I step forward. "Dad…"
"I'm fine." He sniffles.
I wrap my arms around him and give him a warm hug. "Don't worry- Derek's gonna take good care of me."
He attempts not to tear up. "My baby girl's growing up."
I lean back and show him a confident smile, trying not to tear up myself. "Yes, I am. And it'll be a great adventure for me. I'll be right in town, and I'll visit all the time. It'll be like I never left."
He kisses my forehead. "Okay, kiddo. Get going."
I hug him once more before waving goodbye and getting in the moving truck. It's bittersweet- I feel like I'm saying goodbye to my childhood, yet I'm thrilled to be on my way to adulthood.
I turn up the radio as we ride and roll the windows down, breathing in the sweet spring air. Life's good.
We get to the loft and pretend to struggle with the dresser before we're out of sight, then we easily bring it upstairs like it's a cardboard box. I only brought necessities and whatnot, and it only takes a few hours to pack everything away. I smell burgers a few blocks down and we grab lunch before meeting at my house- woah… my dad's house- to bring everyone to the airport.
Beacon hills doesn't have an airport. The closest one is down in San Diego, and it'll be a long drive. Thankfully, Malia and Stiles ride with us. I think it's good that Sheriff Stilinski and my Dad are such good friends- I've never seen him so friendly with a person before, and it makes me happy he's finally found someone to joke around with- to call a best friend.
San Diego looks like what I imagined California to be. Most people dress with less clothing than what I wear to bed, and most places have a gentle breeze. Palm trees line the roads by the sparkling bay that lines the city. It really is beautiful, minus the occasional hobo. It's hectic, like one of those movies where a guy stops a girl from getting on a plane because he loves her, and people walk around with bluetooths and briefcases like they've got places to go and people to see.
"Literally every stereotype confirmed." Stiles comments from the backseat.
We pull up to the terminal to get out and help them with their luggage. The airport isn't too crowded as it's the middle of the week, so we can take our time unloading.
"Be safe." I say while hugging my Dad goodbye again. I worry for him- I wish he didn't have to get involved in all of this, but it's not my choice. But I'm glad he's got a good group with him. I wish the Sheriff a good trip before I move to Peter.
"Come to say a heartfelt goodbye to uncle Peter?" He asks sarcastically.
"No." I roll my eyes. "I came to tell you that if anything- anything at all, happens to my father while you're gone, I'll beat the hell out of you, put it back into you, then kill you."
He smiles. "Understood."
"Good." I smirk. "Have a safe flight."
I say goodbye to Stiles and Malia last, because I know I can trust them, and they'll leave me feeling the best about this trip. And they do- Malia's never been on a plane though, and she's ecstatic to run in, so I make it short and sweet.
"Hey- take care of my Dad." I tell Malia. "You're the only one with special abilities that I trust."
She freezes from her anxious moving around, looking me sincerely in the eyes. "I will."
Her sincerity calms me a ton, and we wave them off before they enter the terminal.
Derek comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, running one hand over my arm. "Let's get outta here."
I bite my lip in anticipation and nod, eager to get home.
Home.
We get back around four, and I do some last-minute organizing. I don't know what to do- I've only ever slept here, maybe had some meetings with the pack a few times. I've spent time every now and then, studied, but never just lounged around.
I decide to go downstairs where Derek's planning at the table over a large map of Beacon Hills. The map is covered in X's and question marks with circles every now and then.
"What's this?" I ask as I sit down.
"I'm tracking Kate." He says, deeply focused. "The X's are places she can't or wouldn't possibly be, the circles are places she's been, and the question marks are unsure. Scott's seriously considering choosing a place on the outskirts for this to all go down, so we can keep people out of it."
"What, just call her? 'Hey Kate, we found a place to fight. Meet us there.'"
"Well, yes." Derek says. "She's playing an emotional angle. She probably wants to take as many victims as possible, so we need to keep her from doing that."
"One more thing… how exactly do I kill her? I don't know how to fight, let alone win."
"I'll teach you." He says, putting down his read marker. "If you want. I'm pretty sick of looking at this map."
"Wait- right now?"
"Sure, why not." He says.
I cock a brow. "Again- right now?"
He suddenly appears in front of me with a smirk on his face. "Unless you're scared."
"Please," I roll my eyes, "I think I can handle a puppy just fine."
His eyes begin to glow a bright blue. "I assure you, I'm anything but a puppy."
"Sure." I joke, standing up.
Suddenly, he presses me against a wall across the room.
"I'm a man, Danielle."
His voice sends shivers up my spine.
I look up at him under my lashes and place my hands on his chest.
"And I'm…" I whisper.
Then I twist him onto the ground in a split second and sit on top of him, straddling his torso.
"On top." I smirk. "You were saying?"
He grabs my arms and turns me, pulling me down so I'm pressed into the ground and he's on top.
"Don't get too cocky, Garfield."
I growl playfully and snap at him. He smiles and leans away from my bite, keeping me pinned down. I quickly slip out from under him and jump, at which he grabs my waist and throws me. The ground moves in slow motion and I land gracefully before turning and crouching, ready to attack.
"Don't forget." I tease. "Cats always land on their feet."
Derek closes his eyes and cracks his neck, revealing his fangs and bright blue eyes once more.
I hiss across the room, a wicked smile upon my lips.
I lurch at him, and he grabs my arms and throws me down. I roll and immediately spring up, kicking out his legs and jumping down to pin him to the floor. We fight for dominance, rolling on the floor before he breaks free and we stand.
I rake my claws through the air above him and he ducks, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. Before he can do anything, I slip to the floor and through his legs, suddenly behind him.
"Boo." I whisper.
I grab his shoulders and bring my mouth to his neck, gently running my tongue over his skin.
"I win."
He laughs, slowly changing back.
I run my hands down his back, over his grey tank top as I tenderly kiss his neck.
"Are you purring?" He asks comically.
I bite my lip, feeling myself turn back to myself slowly.
Derek turns around so we're facing eachother, chest to chest.
"I didn't say stop." He says, raising a brow.
I smirk and stand on my tiptoes to bring my lips to his eagerly, grabbing his hands and
placing them on my back and lowering them. When they're where I want them, I laugh against his lips.
"I've been looking forward to you moving in," Derek whispers as he caresses my behind. "But… what are we going to do with all this extra time?"
"I don't know." I tease. "I guess we'll just have to get creative."
He smirks, the edges of his lips tickling mine as he moves. "I like the sound of that."
In one swift movement, Derek lifts me up and has me upstairs in seconds. I wrap my legs around him and our lips meet again as he holds me close. He sets me on my feet and I run my hands down his torso to find the edge of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. He lifts his arms so I can get it off before I drop it on the floor. Then I snicker and twist quickly, pushing him down onto the bed.
I straddle him and run my hands over his chest. His muscles flex where I touch him and his breathing begins to accelerate. I bring my lips to his neck and he closes his eyes as I slowly trail kisses lower and lower from his chest, down his torso, tantalizingly down to his hips. I unbuckle his pants and slide them off his hips, pulling them off with his shoes. Then I place my hands on his legs and slowly slide them over his hips and torso, stopping at his face and kissing his lips once, twice, three times.
Then he grabs my wrists with a dark smile playing on his lips and turns us over so he's on top. He runs one hand from my neck to my chest, looking down my shirt. Then he slowly starts unbuttoning my blouse and opens it, looking at my body. I help him get it off and he throws it to the side before standing on the edge of the bed and hooking his hands on my shorts and unbuttoning them before pulling them from my legs with my shoes. I feel completely vulnerable, but I love it.
He reaches up to turn off the light, and the room goes black. A seductive look gleams in his glowing eyes as he lowers himself to the bed and crawls towards me.
"Here, kitty kitty…"
I giggle and feel a tingling where our skin touches as he snakes his body on top of mine, kissing me from my collarbone to my hipline. Then he carefully slips off my underwear and tosses it.
"Derek…" I whisper. "Don't be gentle."
His hands caress my thighs as he brings his mouth to my ear. "I don't intend to."
He reaches his hands under me and I arch my back so he can unsnap my bra, and I hear it hit the floor. His cool hands then run over my neck, and then my breasts. I take in a sharp breath.
He chuckles, and I latch my fingers onto his briefs. He turns under his hips so I can pull them off, and he kicks them to the floor.
I run my fingers over his bare hips as he pulls our bodies together, and I can't stop myself from breathing heavily against his shoulder. He moves his hair from my face, looking into my eyes. He runs one finger over my lips in one moment of pure lust.
"You sure you're a virgin?" He whispers, while sliding his hands down my torso to my legs.
"Yes." I manage to whisper. "Do what you want with that fact."
He presses his fingers against my inner thighs. "Open your legs and I'll see what I can do about that."
I obey, both nervous and drowning in ecstasy, opening my legs for him. He positions himself in between them and places his hands on the bed by my face. He pauses and looks down at me, smiling.
"You ready?"
I nod eagerly, gripping the blankets under me.
Derek takes a deep breath. Then he slowly and carefully pushes himself inside of me.
As he makes me his, I take in a deep gasp, instinctually closing my eyes and gripping the blankets tighter. He pulls out, making me shiver.
"Don't stop." I whisper, moving my hands to his back.
A small laugh escapes his lips as he pushes back into me again.
I feel a strange and amazing sensation all over my body and it only gets better as he builds up a slow pace. Then he starts going faster, and faster, until his pushes turn into thrusts. I can't control myself- I let out a soft moan as our bodies synchronize, me bringing my hips to meet his in his rhythm. He keeps going quicker and quicker, and small, helpless noises escape his lips as he pushes.
Then I feel something from my lower torso- an unexplainable sensation of pleasure begins, and it keeps growing. I gasp, my breathing stuttering as it grows and grows, until it completely envelopes my body, making me convulse whenever Derek hits a certain point. I can tell Derek is feeling the same feeling. I can hear it in his voice as the feeling builds. His breaths turn into quick rasps just before the feeling is at its peak, and he moans deeply. I can't help but yell out a little, gripping his back tightly, and flexing my whole body.
We shake as it takes over completely, and I close my eyes, feeling as if I can't flex any body part any more than I already am. Then, he gives one big thrust and the feeling explodes and I feel a warm liquid being released inside of me, and we collapse.
We lay there, unable to move for a few seconds, before he pulls out of me and turns to lay beside me. We lay staring at the ceiling, panting, listening to each other's breathing.
It takes a few minutes before either of us can move. When I can, I turn to look at Derek. His lips are slightly parted as he catches his breath. I move, turning my body so that I rest my head on his chest, watching him. He opens his eyes and smiles down at me.
"That was…" He whispers. "... so good."
I bite my lip. "I can't even describe how good that felt."
Derek smiles smugly.
He reaches down and pulls me higher so I rest my head under his shoulder, and our bodies naturally intertwine. I wrap my leg over his and place my hand on his chest.
"Do we get to do this every night?" I ask.
He wraps his arms around me and caresses my arm. "If you want."
"Oh, I do…" I whisper with a bit too much excitement.
He chuckles. "Good. We can… 'Get creative'."
I yawn. "Sounds like a plan."
He bends down and kisses my hair. "Sleep."
I snuggle into him more, pressing my ear against his chest, and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
The next morning, my eyelids flicker open to the sunlight-filled loft. I don't want to move too abruptly as Derek is still asleep. Instead I shift my head slightly and peek up at him.
He looks so peaceful. Opposed to the grumpy, genuinely angry Derek I originally saw him as, every trace of dismay is gone. His lips are slightly parted as he takes slow, even breaths. I never noticed, but he has the most adorable bunny teeth. I smile to myself.
"Stop staring." He suddenly says.
Crap. Caught red-handed.
"Make me." I challenge.
His eyes snap open and he peeks down at me.
Then he pulls me up on top of him.
"There… now I can fully appreciate your body."
I blush in the morning light, watching him examine me.
"Kiss me." He says.
I gladly lean down and cup his face, bringing my body against his as I kiss his all-too-willing lips. He rubs his hands over my back, pulling me tighter against him. He drags his hands up as I sit back up and feels my torso. I can feel my eyes changing in pleasure as I watch him touch me as he pleases.
Then my eyes widen at what I see.
Derek's eyes glow crimson red.
"Your eyes…"
"What?" He asks. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine- Derek, your eyes are red!"
I lean over and grab my phone from the bedside table and show him his reflection.
He adjusts it, then his jaw half-drops.
"What does this mean?" I ask.
"It means I… I'm an alpha again."
"How?!"
He puts my phone back down. Then he looks up at me. "You…"
A smile grows on his face.
"I did it?"
"Technically," he says, "We did it."
I look away shyly. "We did alright."
"I- I can't believe it." He says. "I have to tell Scott!"
I nod and get off of him, and he turns to stand.
His muscular back isn't the only attractive feature from his behind.
"Nice butt." I comment snarkily.
He looks over his shoulder, stifling a smile as he sifts through his clothes in his dresser.
My jaw drops when I see deep scratch marks on his back.
"Your back… did I do that?"
He reaches back to touch his back and shrugs. "Yeah."
"Oh my god…"
"Don't worry about it." He says as he slides on some briefs. "It's kinda hot."
I'm frozen for a moment. Then I sit up to go to the other side of the room to put some clothes on. When I stand, I feel a pain in my groin.
I curse, grabbing my lower torso. It hurts… but in a good way.
Derek smiles proudly. "Sore?"
I nod, attempting to stand up straight. When I take a few steps, I notice I'm walking funny.
As I walk, I spot our scattered clothing and try not to laugh, giddy inside.
"You too." I hear him comment as I look for something to wear. I turn to see him checking me out. I immediately grab underwear and slip it on.
"I like those ones." He remarks as I put on a bra.
I look away, embarrassed. "So, is every morning going to consist of you making comments about my body?"
He winks. "Absolutely." He buckles his pants.
I grab the first outfit I can pair up- a band tee and some leggings, and as I slip the leggings up, I suddenly feel Derek's hand moving my hair from my shoulder. He brings his lips to my neck and gently kisses my sensitive skin.
"I love you." He whispers.
I reach back and skim my fingers over his stubble. "I love you too." And I lean to softly kiss his cheek.
As he looks at me, his eyes begin to tint red. He shakes his head.
"Later." He says.
I nod. "Definitely."
He steps back so I can change, and I slip on my tee and boots.
Derek takes my hand, such touch casual to us now after last night, and we walk out together to his car. I don't know if this is supposed to be the notorious "Walk of Shame", but I don't regret anything- last night was the best night of my life.
We get to Scott's in no time with the lack of morning traffic, and walk in to see Isaac passed out on the couch with Scott reading the paper.
Isaac sits up when we walk in, giving us a nod.
"Scott." Derek says.
"What's up?" Scott asks, standing and placing the paper on the table.
"Well…" Derek trails off, unsure of when to begin. "This morning. My eyes changed."
Scott shrugs. "What do you mean?"
Derek takes a breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they glow red.
Scott watches in shock. "You're an alpha…"
Derek nods.
Isaac jumps up and joins us. "How?!"
I look away, avoiding eye contact nervously.
"Uh-" Derek stutters. "Um…" He looks to me.
I shrug, making it obvious I don't care if they know.
Derek scratches his ear awkwardly. "Well…"
"Wait a second." Isaac says, squinting his eyes and smirking. "You two…"
"Maybe." I answer quietly.
"Called it!" He says. "It's about time."
I glare at Isaac. His smile disappears.
"We did." Derek says. "Last night. This morning we wake up and we're- um…"
Scott looks slightly disturbed as he waits for Derek to come up with words.
"We were… going at it…" He says quickly. "... and when she was, um… you know…and then my eyes turned red."
"So, you can gain alpha status by banging a were-jaguar?" Isaac asks.
Derek glares at him. "Don't get any ideas."
"How do you feel?" Scott asks Derek.
Derek gives him a weird look, leaning away.
"I mean about the alphaship!" Scott immediately clarifies.
"I… I feel the same, yet changed. I feel powerful like I did the first time, yet I don't have a huge desire to build a pack." He looks up at Scott. "I still want to work with you."
Scott nods. "We can work together."
"So, what does this mean?" I ask generally. "Are we just stronger as a pack now, or… Isaac!"
"What?" He asks with his phone at his ear.
"If you're calling Stiles, I swear…"
He looks at me, blinks, then mumbles into his phone. "You owe me five bucks."
