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"We can go back to my house," Stiles said. "I'm sure my dad will be out late processing everyone."

"Thank you both so much," Darcy said.

The Jeep hit a bump and Derek lurched to the side. Darcy steadied him and held him in her arms to keep him from moving around as the road got rough. Scott and Stiles had reassured her that Derek would be alright, but he seemed to be in pretty bad shape. Darcy ran her fingers through his hair and examined his face. She ran her thumb over the stubble on his cheek, then to his forehead. Darcy kissed Derek. His hand rested warmly on her shoulder.

"You two, chill back there," Stiles said, giving them the stink eye in the rearview mirror.

"Leave them alone," Scott said, smiling at Stiles' version of overprotective mode.

"It's the rules of the Jeep. If I don't get to make out in my vehicle, no one does. So chill."

Derek sat up suddenly and Stiles swerved in his rush to cover his head. Derek gave him a strange look and slowly put his arm around Darcy's shoulders. "The hunters know about Darcy. I'm not sure if they know that she's pregnant, but it's best to assume that they do. We have to keep her away from the Argents, including Allison." Derek gave Scott a pointed look. Scott scowled defensively. "Nothing against your precious Allison. It just won't take much for them to figure out that Darcy is the girl the beta they killed was talking about. They can't find out about her."

Stiles nodded seriously. He didn't want to test if the hunters drew the moral line at torturing a pregnant teenager. He was fairly certain that crazy Aunt Kate would be all for it, especially if they some how figured out that Darcy was playing incubator to two baby werewolves.

"Derek, I can't just hide out. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon for some blood work and another ultrasound. If those insane people do know that I'm pregnant, wouldn't it make sense for them to be looking for me in places like that."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and thought silently. "Alright. Scott, Stiles, the two of you take my car and drive it around town an hour before the appointment. Hopefully that will distract the hunters."

"What if they follow us?" Scott asked.

"Lose them," Derek replied shortly.

"I hate to be a wet blanket here, but that will only work once," Stiles said.

"We have to take it one step at a time," Derek replied.

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Derek insisted he was fine, but Darcy didn't want him to return home just yet. She used the excuse that he may get spotted by the police or some of the lingering would-be partygoers. Though he could have easily avoided being seen, Derek wasn't in a rush to leave Darcy either.

Darcy insisted that Derek lay down on her bed. She returned with a bowl of cool water and a washcloth. First she gently wiped his face, ignoring his insistences that he was fine.

"Let me see if you're hurt," Darcy said, pulling at the bottom of his T-shirt.

"I'm healed," Derek replied.

"Just let me check."

"But I'm fine."

Darcy closed her eyes and sighed. "I've had a stressful time lately. I want you to take off your shirt. Got it?"

Derek nodded and obliged. As he had said, there were no wound where he had been electrocuted, but there were some spots where his flawless skin was marred by soot marks. Darcy tenderly washed away the black residue and Derek watched her, fascinated by her every move. Once she had set the washcloth aside, Derek pulled her toward him so that she straddled his waist. He reached up and carefully pulled the rubber band out of her hair. Her face was surrounded by a halo of dark waves.

"You really are beautiful," he whispered, moving a few strands of hair to look into her hazel eyes.

She blushed and bit her bottom lip. "You're beautiful too," she replied, running her hand across his broad shoulders and muscular pecs. "Friggin' gorgeous…"

Derek put his hand on the back of Darcy's head, his fingers tangling a bit in her soft hair. He pulled her towards him, meeting her half way in a kiss. Her lips were soft. Everything about her was so soft.

Darcy made a soft moaning sound as Derek's hand traveled down her back. "Wow…" she whispered.

He heard her heart rate increase and for the first time, it wasn't cause for panic. Derek pulled Darcy closer, sitting up so that she was on his lap. She blushed as her baby bump pressed against his hard abs. Derek didn't seemed to notice. Both his hands were on her lower back, massaging in small circles.

Darcy hesitantly slid her tongue against his lips and he welcomed it. Once his tongue started to dance with hers, Darcy had to push away for a moment. "Holy crap…wow…just give me a minute."

Derek hugged Darcy close, kissing her collarbone and watching little goosebumps appear across her arms and chest. He kissed her neck and then returned to her mouth, sucking lightly at her bottom lip. Her heart was racing now and he could feel the heat rising off her body.

The door opened suddenly, bathing them in light. Derek didn't move away, but Darcy turned suddenly.

Stiles stood in the doorway, hiding his eyes. "Oh, nasty!" he shouted. "Dad just called to say he'd be home soon. You two stop being gross!"

Darcy made a rude hand gesture at Stiles as he closed the door.

"Bad timing, huh," she said.

He kissed her one last time before allowing her to slide off his lap and onto the mattress beside him. He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I fully intend to continue this later."

"Oh, hell," she muttered as his hand trailed up and down her body.

Derek reluctantly stood and pulled his shirt back over his head. Darcy watched him, trying not to drool over his flexing muscles. He leaned over her and gave her a quick good bye kiss. "Get some rest," he said.

"Oh, mercy," she said as he exited through the window. She felt slightly out of breath and a bit giddy. She let out one more sigh before she got out of the bed, smoothing her hair as she stepped into the hallway.

Stiles was in the kitchen shoveling cereal into his mouth as if his life depended on it. "Look at me. I'm stress eating," he said. "I've been traumatized."

Darcy stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm so getting you back so watch out."

"I'm probably gonna gain about fifty pounds before I eat enough to get that out of my head," Stiles retaliated. "Isn't that punishment enough for interrupting?"

Darcy picked up a magazine and whacked Stiles on the side of the head. "Let's not joke about weight gain with the pregnant chick."