A/N: It's been a while, sorry about that. I've been visiting my mom and her internet is really sketchy, in and out all the time – I've had this chapter finished for a few days but the internet's been out. It just came back on maybe 10 minutes ago, so I wanted to get this chapter up before I lost internet again. I've got the next chapter already completed, so it'll be up in the next few days. I'm going home tomorrow afternoon, but I've been away from my husband for the last two weeks, so he's gonna want to spend a little time together, so I'm going to say the next chapter should be up, maybe in 2 or 3 days. We'll have to see.
Enjoy the chapter!
The next day, Stiles and Cora were over at Lydia's house when the clock hit two-thirty. Cora had talked about going right at two, but she wanted to make sure that Lydia had enough time to get from work to home. Derek met them at the door.
"What are you doing here?" Cora asked her brother. "Is Lydia here?"
"I spent the night last night," Derek answered. When Cora gave him a disbelieving look, Derek said, "Go ahead. Ask Mom and Dad. I told them that I was going to be home late and they said that as long as Natalie was home, they didn't mind me staying. I know why you're here," he said, glancing at Cora, "but what is Stiles doing here?"
"I'm here to apologize," Stiles said, almost glumly. "Cora's making me."
"Just don't tell Lydia that," Cora said. "But yes, Stiles was an ass, and Lydia deserves an apology. Has she come back from work yet?"
"Yeah," Derek answered. "She's in the kitchen."
Lydia was making sandwiches in the kitchen. She was in the refrigerator, grabbing the turkey, and after she turned around, she saw Cora and Stiles standing there. "Hey, guys," she said to them, going back to the counter to finish the sandwiches. "You hungry? I've got turkey."
"No thanks," Cora said to her. Stiles just shook his head.
"Okay, fine," Lydia said. "More for us." She watched both Cora and Stiles for a few moments before saying, "What are you guys doing here?"
"I came to apologize," Stiles said, coming closer to Lydia. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I didn't mean to make you sound like the world's biggest slut, honest. It's just...I was trying to express why I never thought I'd see you and Derek together. And you guys look happy – happier than I've ever seen him. I'm glad you guys are happy, Lydia."
Lydia smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder "Thank you, Stiles. Your apology means a lot to me."
"You deserve happiness and everything that it entails, Lyds," Stiles continued. "I know that we've had our differences, but trust me, okay? You deserve to be happy."
Lydia nodded and then continued making the sandwiches. "You wanna stay for a while?" She asked Stiles and Cora, who was still at the doorway watching them. "We can watch a movie or something."
"What kind of movie?" Cora asked hopefully. She knew that whenever Lydia offered to watch a movie with her, superheroes were usually involved.
"I've got Captain American 2," Lydia said as she watched Cora. "How's that grab you?"
"Ooh, Chris Evans," Cora said. Stiles shot a look at her, but Cora ignored it. "Sign me up. He's so fucking hot."
Lydia laughed, but then handed a couple of sandwiches to Derek and took one for herself. Derek, Cora and Stiles followed her into the living room as Lydia set up the movie.
"Are you still into superheroes?" Stiles asked Lydia. "I thought that was just something you used to be into. I figured you would've outgrown it by now."
"Are you saying something bad about me being into superheroes, Stiles?" Lydia asked. At Stiles' confused face, Lydia just laughed, "It's fine. I like them sometimes. With all the rumors and shit that follow me around school, I don't really think that true love is ever going to happen to me – at least, not in the way they show in those chick flick-y movies. So I stick more to my superheroes."
Stiles nodded and then said, "I am sorry that everybody talks about you like that. You know you're worth so much more than Erica or Jen."
Lydia sighed, but then said, "Thank you, Stiles. I appreciate that."
During the movie, Derek and Lydia sat next to one another on the loveseat, while Stiles and Cora sat on the couch. Lydia ran her hand lightly down the inseam of Derek's jeans, not really touching him where he wanted to be touched enough, but rubbing his leg enough that he was starting to get hard. He could think of so many things that he and Lydia could be doing than watching a movie with his sister and Stiles.
When the movie was finally over, Derek was fully hard and thinking of only one thing – getting Lydia to her bedroom as fast as he could. He knew Cora could tell, too, because she shot a disgusted look at him before grabbing Stiles' hand. "We've gotta go," she told Lydia. Then she looked at Stiles, "We've gotta do that thing."
"What thing?" Stiles asked, always the clueless one.
"C'mon, Stiles, I need to get out of here, now," Cora said in his ear. Lydia wouldn't have caught it, but Derek sure did. Cora and Stiles rushed out of the front door, and Lydia looked over at Derek.
"I wonder what her hurry was," Lydia said. Derek just shrugged. It was then that Lydia straddled Derek's hips. "Since they're gone," she said, "I've been thinking about this all fucking day."
She leaned in to give Derek a kiss, running her tongue across his lower lip. She was silently asking for access, and Derek opened his mouth and their tongues intertwined. Derek massaged Lydia's tongue with his, and the kiss turned hungry. Derek broke the kiss and then said, "When's your mom due home?"
"She's working until seven," she said. "But you do know that we don't have to wait for her to be out of the house, right? She's not gonna care."
Derek chuckled, "It's just a lot to get used to."
"C'mon," Lydia said, grabbing Derek's hand. "Let's go upstairs."
As soon as Lydia's door was closed, she pounced on him once more. She leaned in to give Derek another kiss, and he backed her up against her closed door. Their kiss was urgent, hungry, and nothing like their first kiss had been. Lydia loved the feeling of Derek's lips on hers and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon just kissing him. Derek, however, had other plans, as he started nuzzling her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses wherever his mouth went. He reached down and removed Lydia's shirt, and she let him take it off of her. Derek reached behind Lydia and removed her bra with a one handed ease that made Lydia kind of jealous.
Derek mouthed at Lydia's breasts, kissing and nipping at one nipple before doing it to the other. He kissed back up to her mouth and let their tongues dance together. Lydia let out a low moan and it was right then that Derek decided it was his mission to see just how many sounds he could yank from her mouth.
"I want to taste you again," Derek said to Lydia. He grabbed her hand and she let herself be led over to the bed, where she lay down. Derek removed her skirt, panties and shoes, and took a moment to just look at her nude body. The last time they did this, she was mostly dressed, so as she lay on the bed, completely naked, Derek took a moment to just admire her. God, she was gorgeous, and Lydia probably had no idea just how beautiful she was.
"God, Lyds, you're so beautiful," Derek said. "Do you even realize how beautiful you even are?"
"Not that beautiful," Lydia mumbled. "Not as pretty as Malia, or Cora, or even Allison."
"You're so much more beautiful than them, Lydia, you don't even know," Derek said. "And I'm glad that I'm the one who gets to see it."
Derek slid to his knees, giving Lydia open mouthed kisses starting at her ankle, up her leg, and onto her thigh. He did the same thing to the other leg, trying to build up as much anticipation as he could to make it that much better for Lydia. All he really cared about was her pleasure – he didn't even care if he got off, as long as he made Lydia feel good.
When he spread Lydia's legs, throwing them over either of his shoulders, he ran a finger down her slit and then inserted in her, and then took it out and tasted it. "God, Lyds," he said, looking at her, a twinkle in his green eyes, "You taste so fucking good, you have no idea."
"I have a little idea," Lydia said to him. "I kinda like the way I taste."
"That is so fucking hot, you don't even know," Derek groaned out. He leaned down into her pussy and just smelled her. Lydia always wondered why he did that, but she remembered Cora telling her once or twice that scent was a big deal to werewolves – especially born wolves. "God, you even smell delicious," he said to her.
When Derek licked a stripe up her slit, Lydia groaned out. He fucked his tongue in and out of Lydia's center, moaning as he did so. He really seemed to like going down on her, and knowing that Derek was enjoying this just as much as she was made Lydia even more wet. Derek was moaning and it was vibrating on Lydia's clit, and she leaned up on her elbows so she could watch him. She saw him with his hand on one leg, but wondered where his other hand was.
When he moaned again, it was then she knew, and she looked down and saw his jeans open, with Derek stroking himself slowly. Knowing that he was getting off on this as much as she was did something to Lydia. "Need you on my clit, Der, please," Lydia said, watching Derek closely. He obliged, sucking the bud into his mouth and sucking on it.
He took his free hand and inserted two fingers into her center, fucking them in and out of her, as he attacked her clit with his tongue and teeth. She thrashed around on the bed as he fucked those fingers in and out of her.
"Add another finger," she said. "I need more." When Derek did as she asked, she let out a low moan.
"So good, Derek, so fucking good," she said, partially out of breath. "I'm so very close. Just a little bit more – make me come, Derek, please."
The pure need in Lydia's voice made Derek work a little harder at getting her to come. He glanced up at her, and with her watching him, she fell apart. She let out what Derek would classify as a scream as she came around him.
He fucked his fingers into her a couple more times before withdrawing them and giving her clit one more kiss before getting up on his feet. He ran his hands over his knees briefly before just looking down at her.
Lydia rearranged herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and pulled Derek's jeans and boxers down towards his ankles. "You tasted me," she said, "now I want to taste you." She wrapped her small hand around Derek's dick and licked a stripe up the underside.
He tasted good – he tasted like sweat and musk and all around masculine and it was really turning her on. Lydia really loved giving blowjobs – she loved the fact that even though she was the one on her knees (or on the bed in this case) she was in control of the guys' pleasure. She was the one who was making him feel good, and Lydia loved that. She also loved the way he tasted and really wanted to make him come.
Lydia took him into her mouth, taking him all the way into her throat. Her practice with Jackson had gone well, to the point where she could deep throat with ease. She reached down to fondle his balls as she sucked him off.
It wasn't long before he was pushing at her head, "Lyds, I'm so close, this is just too good and I'm gonna come. If you don't back off right now I'm going to come in your mouth." But Lydia wanted to feel him come, she wanted to taste him, so she kept on sucking his dick and it wasn't long before he tipped his head back, letting out a loud groan, and his hot, bitter come flooded her mouth.
She swallowed everything he had to give her, and then pulled off with a pop. Derek leaned down to give Lydia a kiss, chasing his flavor that was on her tongue. Their tongues danced together and Lydia broke the kiss, looking at Derek and then saying, "I want you to fuck me."
"You sure?" he asked. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for."
"Believe me, I'm ready," Lydia said. "I want to feel you inside me."
"God," Derek groaned, "that sounds so wonderful. Do you have a condom?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah." She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a foil packet. She looked at Derek, "How do you want to do this?"
"I want you to ride me," Derek said. Lydia groaned at that – it sounded wonderful – so she told him to lie down on the bed. Lydia stroked him to hardness (which didn't take much) and then, when he was all situated, with a pillow under his head, Lydia took the condom from him, ripping the foil packet with her teeth and rolling it on him. She straddled his hips, taking him in slowly. Once she was fully seated on him, she groaned and then said, "Give me a minute. You're bigger than anyone I've been with before."
Derek felt a stroke of pride with that sentence, but tried not to show it. Instead, he just nodded and said, "Take your time, baby. I want this to be good for you."
Lydia flexed her muscles around Derek's length, and after a few moments she started to slowly glide up and down Derek's length. She tilted her head back and let out a loud moan, placing her hands on Derek's chest to help her along. He felt so good inside of her, and it wasn't long before she started to babble.
"God, Derek, you feel so fucking good," Lydia moaned. "Nobody else I've ever been with has ever filled me so completely, and I fucking love it."
Derek watched Lydia, and as she removed one of her hands off his chest and reached down to rub her clit, and he loved the picture before him. Lydia was riding him slowly, grinding herself on his length, and she was rubbing her clit – she was taking her pleasure, and Derek loved that. He loved it when a girl got into it – it was so fucking hot – and this was Lydia, and Derek wanted it to be spectacular for her.
She started to ride him a little more roughly, snapping her hips and Derek groaned. He knocked her hand out of the way so he could rub at her clit with his thumb, and Lydia arched into his touch. As Lydia rode him, a string of profanities left her mouth.
"Shit, Derek, so fucking good," Lydia groaned. "I'm so close, I'm gonna come – make me come, Derek."
He started to thrust his hips upward, fucking into her. Her breathing started to become erratic and it wasn't long before she was coming around him. She was so fucking tight, he couldn't hold on much longer, and then he came as well.
Lydia leaned down, laying her head on his chest, giving herself a minute to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding really hard, and the sweat was just pouring off of her body. A few moments later, she was sliding off of him, laying down next to him. Taking the condom off, Derek tied it off and threw it in the trash bin that Lydia kept next to her bed. He positioned himself so he had his arms around Lydia, and she was lying there with her head on his chest.
"God, Derek," Lydia slurred, obviously tired and would probably be asleep in a few minutes, "you make me feel so good. Like, better than anybody's ever made me feel before."
"You make me feel good, too, Lyds," Derek said, a small smile on his face. He leaned down to give her a kiss on her temple. "Why don't you get some sleep? It sounds like you could use it."
"Okay," Lydia said, yawning. "Just don't go yet."
Derek nodded, "I'm not going anywhere."