As I woke up, I noticed the sunlight shining directly into my eyes. As I sat up, blinking to clear my sight, I looked over and saw Derek lying in my bed. Asleep. I blinked rapidly to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But no. He was real. 'And in my bed.' A mischievous voice said in my mind. Was it my own? Most likely. A smile attached itself to my face as I looked down at his peaceful, sleeping form. I was tempted to run my fingers through his freshly tousled hair, but not at the risk of waking him. I could tell that the sun had just barely risen over the horizon when it shined through my window pane. It reflected off his eye lashes, casting shadows over his cheeks. His eyes moved around under their lids, and I watched for a moment, wondering what he was dreaming about. I silently got out of bed, going into the bathroom. I splashed cool water on my face, drying off with a face cloth before returning to my room. He sat on the edge of the bed, awake now, looking out the window. "You're awake." I murmured, crawling onto the bed behind him. I came up beside him, sitting cross legged next to him. He glanced at me for a moment, before looking back out the window. "Yeah." He said calmly. I looked up at him, noticing he looked… well rested. I grinned to myself, feeling that it was somehow appropriate for the moment. He looked down at me, seeming confused. "What?" He asked. I felt playful- maybe it was because I woke up with a sexy alpha wolf in my bed- but I couldn't stop grinning. I tackled him back onto the pillows, settling above him. I sighed. "I don't know." I said after a moment. "I'm…" I felt myself begin to grin again. "I don't know." I muttered, looking off toward the floor for a moment. I leaned down and kissed him gently, moaning against his lips when he deepened the kiss and his hands pulled me against him by the small of my back. He trailed his hand down to the back of my thigh, rolling on the bed until we were in opposite positions. I arched my back against the length of his body. After a moment of heated heavy petting, and ragged breathing, we paused.
I looked up at him for a moment. 'We probably shouldn't' A voice in the back of my mind said. But god I wanted too. He seemed to get the message, because he rolled off of me. I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, regaining control of my breathing. I sat up and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Can I ask you something." He said, looking at me with genuine curiosity. I nodded, looking up at him. "How'd you manage to end up here in Beacon Hills?" I thought for a moment, sighing at the sad memory of my story. "My family- My mom, my dad, and my aunt- we were running from hunters. Heading up the border. They followed us though. It seemed like every time we found some place to stay, they would find us." I said, looking down at the rustled bed sheets in my hands. "One day, they found us, and we had no way out. We locked our selves inside the house, and that's when my parents called Louise. She was a family friend at the time. She'd stayed behind when we were on the run though… We were locked in the house for days, surrounded by hunters." I found myself gripping the bed sheets with an iron claw. "But there were these… tunnels under our house. And that's how Louise got in. My parents had me pack my things, and they told me to go with her. Leave through the tunnels." Tears threatened my eyes, and I bit them back. "I was 11." I muttered past the lump in my throat. I took a deep breath, looking back up at him. "That's how we ended up here." I said. I looked at him to see that he was watching me with a tight expression of shared pain in his features. I sighed. "I should probably start getting ready." I said, standing and walking to my dresser. But suddenly I was incapable of movement. I stood, looking at the floor. "Derek, if I lost you…" I began. I sighed a shuddering breath. I heard him get up, and felt his hand on my shoulder. He turned me around to face him. "I don't get it." Said, my voice breathy and sad. "I don't understand why I feel this way. My whole life has been spent guarded and protected. But then… then there's you and it's like I can't see anything else anymore and I'm scared, Derek." I was crying now. Hot tears poured over my cheeks in streams and rivers. "I'm terrified that I'll lose you. That, they'll find you, and they'll kill you and I don't know how to defend either of us from that. But I can't lose you. Not now." I said. I looked up at him, seeing a hard expression of determination on his face. Suddenly I was in his arms, shaking terribly. I buried my face against his chest, wrapping my arms around him. For a moment he was silent. "They aren't going to take me from you." He said, blood running in his voice. I ground my teeth together, praying that he was right.