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A/N: Here's your bonus chapter! It's here! It's a thing! Hope you enjoy it!

Warning: This is mature. Read at your own risk.

This chapter takes place in the middle of chapter 24, but I wanted to post it later so as to keep the main story completely within the mature rating that ffnet has set. If you need to go back and read that chapter, feel free to but I think it can be read separately as well.

Enjoy!

Big Empty Houses

By: Ginny

If I lay really quiet,

I know that what I do isn't right,

I can't stop what I,

Love to do.

Paige took the stairs three at a time, not caring if she seemed a little too eager. Her alpha was already waiting at the bottom of the staircase, smirking at her. The scent of pheromones was in the air and like hell either of them were going to get all shy now. Kind of too late for that…

On the last four steps, she leapt at the man and he was more than happy to catch her. Instinct guided her legs around his waist and without even a greeting she greedily attacked his mouth. It seemed like the past few days had been more stressful than Paige was capable of dealing with. But this, right here, was everything she needed to forget what was waiting just outside.

"This is perfect," she muttered against his mouth.

Derek didn't respond verbally. Instead his tongue slicked across her lower lip, asking entrance. But Paige decided to make things more interesting. Grinning evilly, she kept her lips firmly glued together. So, the alpha changed strategy and pressed his wet tongue adamantly against the thin line of her clenched lips. Yet, she still kept her mouth tightly closed. His angry growl vibrated on her skin and his claws grew to pierce the tender flesh of her buttocks and thighs.

It was her turn to moan, but she made up her mind to continue to play this game. Though she didn't allow him entrance, she ducked her head down and gently suckled his neckline. Thank goodness he was a werewolf and any hickeys would be healed almost as soon as she pulled away.

She was so focused on teasing the thin flesh over his pulse point that she barely recognized the fact that he was carrying her away from the staircase. But they didn't go into the train car… instead, he gently pulled his neck away from her ministrations and set her on her own two feet again. He did not, however, let her go completely. His hands stayed firmly on her ass as he murmured, "I want to show you something."

Swaying a bit because there was currently a minimal amount of blood flow to her brain, she ran her fingertips along the fringe on the back of his neck. "What do you want to show me?" she asked.

"Telling you what I want to show you defeats the purpose of showing it to you…" Derek said. It was the closest the man usually got to a joke and so Paige smiled.

"Can you show it to me naked?"

"Are you that desperate to get me out of my clothing?"

"Well, usually you're more willing…"

Without waiting for him to reply, she fingered the hem of his shirt and tugged up a bit. But Derek's hands covered hers to halt her movements and she couldn't help feeling a little rejected.

"Don't pout," he said softly, dragging his thumb across the protruding lip.

"Okay," Paige sighed a bit, enjoying the feel of his callused fingertips against her already swollen mouth. "What exactly is it that you want to show me? If you're refusing to get naked, I feel like it must be important."

"C'mon," Derek grabbed her hand and led her from the tunnel. No words were said but Paige spent much time speculating as they left the urban area and entered the forest. But, this wasn't the woods around his house… this forest preserve was on the other side of town.

"Where are we going?" she asked finally.

"A secluded area," Derek explained as they broke into a clearing. The alpha glanced around a bit and then nodded. "This will do," he decided.

When he reached to pull off his jacket, Paige snarked, "I thought this didn't involve you stripping?"

"You'll see."

Distractedly, Derek reached to yank off his shirt, but Paige beat him to it. With the ease of a couple who knew each other intimately, she slid the shirt up, over his chest, his head, and then his arms. "I might as well help," Paige said by way of explaining. "Pants too?" she asked. Derek just nodded, gulping ever so slightly. Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, inspecting each line and dent with ease. Then, she reached his fly. One quick snap and the button was open. Then down came the zipper. He wiggled a bit to help her pull the jeans down to his ankles. Satisfaction laced up and down her spine when she saw that he already had an erection.

It seemed he could no longer stand her touch while maintaining his control, as he took an awkward step back and slipped out of his boxer-briefs himself.

Like always, Paige's heart skipped a beat. He was truly one fine specimen of a man. On weak legs, she took a step forward and slid her fingertips from his lower hip up his side. The wolf shivered under her touch and Paige couldn't help feeling some pride from that accomplishment. Usually he was the one making her squirm.

"You're a tease," Derek only half complained, snatching her wandering fingers before they could slide back down and do some damage.

"You've never complained about it before," Paige shot back. Seductively, she pressed her fully clothed body up against his and planted a trail of kisses along his neck. He got a grip on her hair to steady himself, but allowed her to amuse herself for a few moments before completely pulling away. Her mouth felt cold without his skin underneath it.

"You're distracting me," he alleged. "We can and will do that after – but I want to show you this."

Paige took a huge step back and threw out her arms. "All right," she said. "Go for it. Fire away."

One nod later, and Derek closed his eyes. Paige's sensitive ears picked up the spike in his heart rate as his body began to distort. Gracefully – so unlike how Peter had once shifted, Derek's body manipulated itself into a new form. Arms lengthened and thickened. Legs jutted out and grew. His face molded into a snout and fangs sprouted. The creature in front of her was more wolf than monster – more natural than the thing that Peter became, but it was still very obviously not a wolf in the true sense.

In the darkness, the red eyes glowed.

On instinct, Paige jumped back. The last time she had seen those eyes – she had been beaten and broken on the floor, thinking that the alpha was going to win. And though she had seen Derek's eyes glow that same crimson before, it had been in the midst of his familiar face. The two negated each other and during those instances Paige wasn't scared. And yes, Derek in full alpha form was not as monstrous as Peter, but that miniscule element of creature still wormed its way into the picture.

The wolf noticed her reaction and whined a bit.

When Paige didn't respond in any other way besides trying to mentally calm her beating heart, the wolf dipped his head. Then he dragged his belly along the ground as he approached her with slow, deliberately wary steps. The human part of her brain wanted to bolt – but the wolf part of her picked up on the other wolf's body language – he was submitting to her, showing her that he meant no harm.

Suddenly, she remembered who this was. This was Derek Hale and they were lovers and he was showing her his full wolf form. He was sharing this part of himself with her.

Gingerly, she walked forward to meet him halfway, reaching a hand out. The wolf sniffed at her wrist with short drags of scent and then his tongue flicked out to taste her. It tickled a bit and she couldn't help but giggle.

She must have blinked because suddenly he was back in his human skin, kneeling on the ground and looking up at her.

His human hands slid up her outer thighs, up to her hips and then under her shirt. Before she even knew he had stood up, her jacket was off her shoulders, catching her arms behind her back and both her tanktop and bra were pushed up to her collarbone. She tried to reach out to him, but the leather jacket was trapping her arms and she didn't want to break it by using her wolf strength. So, she just gave in. His tongue slid around her nipple and she sighed – only to gasp and give a small yelp as his fangs came out and he bit the side of her breast gently.

Granted, she didn't have anything to compare it to, but at this point she couldn't even begin to imagine sex without biting and snarling and just general werewolfy-ness.

A few shrugs later, she had slid her arms from the confines of the jacket and wasted no time in dispensing of her tanktop and bra completely.

"Off," Derek commanded, tugging at her skinny-jeans so roughly they bit into her skin slightly. As it was, the button damn near popped off. She would yell at him about it later – for now, it was just plain hot.

"Yes," she murmured, undoing the zipper and quickly sliding the denim downwards.

Derek wasted no time and simply used his claws to cut the underwear from her hips. Maybe she would remember to yell at him for that. She quickly realized that that was a lost cause as he dragged her down to the grassy floor and pelted her with butterfly kisses in every single sensitive area on her body. His lips met her own, then traced her pulse point, dipped to her collarbone, pressed against her sternum, circled her bellybutton, and moved against her womanhood.

This was the first time he had ventured down there like that.

His hands gripped her ankles to throw them over his shoulders. The moan was difficult to muffle as his tongue parted her and gently teased along the opening. "Derek," she groaned out. Her fingers laced themselves into his hair to keep him in place, to keep urging him on. The build was quick – so quick and delicious and her body moved in tandem to his mouth's dance and then there were stars – stars overhead in the sky, stars behind her eyes that were bursting with every kind of pleasure on the planet. Sweetly, her body tightened, relaxed and shook a bit. Knowing he was done with his initial job, Derek sat back on his heels and allowed her to fall back down to earth.

"That was…" Paige couldn't even find the words.

"I know," Derek smirked down at her.

Then he slid his body up along hers. His lips did not return to hers for the rest of the night, but she wasn't sure she was ready to go… that far. Instead, he pressed sweet kisses and nibbles along her collarbone. Paige knew it was her turn and slid a hand down between them, gripping his manhood tightly. Derek murmured his enjoyment into her shoulder and she kept going. A finger traced its way up the entire shaft and Derek's hips jutted forward, silently asking for more.

Her method of giving him more was to spread her legs a bit and whisper, "Now."

If Derek was anything in bed, it was obedient. What Paige wanted, she got. And when Derek wanted something she was also more than happy to reciprocate.

The alpha pulled completely away, quickly slid on the condom and settled himself between her legs. Gently, he pushed them up and apart and poised himself for entrance. The first time they had done this, Paige had been a virgin and the pain was more than she had bargained for – even with her werewolf-ness. Derek had tried to rectify this by distracting her with a kiss as he forced himself into her. Since then, it had become a bit of a tradition – a kiss before sex. A sweet, kind, kiss before he rode her into the ground.

But tonight his lips didn't meet hers, instead they pressed against her cheek – a safe distance away from tasting herself.

And to her relief, he was suddenly inside her. There was a feeling of absolute completeness – completeness in a place that only he could fill. The breath left her lungs and for a moment she just basked in the feeling. And then he began to move. It was a gentle rocking at first, a slow in and out, full and empty. Paige quickly adjusted to the rhythm – it was time for more. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, a silent plea to pound harder. Once again, he was anything if not obedient. Also, Paige knew his favorite kind of sex usually left scratches – this "making love" shit was not going to cut it.

A low groan echoed out of her mouth when his next thrust hit deeply inside her.

To get a better angle, he hiked up one of her legs. On habit, her claws came out and she drove them into his back. The grumble Derek gave told her everything she needed to know – he was enjoying himself. After than initial groan, Paige continued to issue a soft whimper each time he filled her. And once again, the pressure built.

Derek bit into her shoulder as he reached his peak and as the adrenaline of pain and pleasure swerved through her veins, she let her second release burst.

As per usual, the alpha was too exhausted to brace his body up and drooped to flatten himself against her yielding figure. His cock was still hard and slick with fluids as it rested against her inner thigh. Lovingly, Paige stroked her declawed fingers up and down his back, tracing the marks she had made earlier. Derek gave s shiver of delight.

Often, she speculated that he was secretly a masochist – pain and self-punishment was so commonplace for him that it was small wonder it had bled into his sex life. Part of Paige felt guilty – he enjoyed being hurt, but it was for such a demented reason, she wasn't sure she should be advocating for it or feeding into it. Another part of her – the dominant part – was fully aware of the fact that she would do anything in her power to make him happy and if that meant hurting him… then she'd hurt him.

Turning her head a bit, she placed a chaste kiss on the only bit of skin on his face she could reach – his jaw.

"I liked what I saw," she whispered.

Without warning, he grabbed her and rolled them both over so that she was pressed on top of him. "You were scared at first," he accused, not unkindly. His fingers found their way into her hair, stroking it softly.

"Yes," she muttered. She might have added that she had been scared because for a second he had reminded her of Peter, but the mood was so serene – so perfect, why ruin it with a mention of the old, crazed, dead alpha? "You're beautiful, you know," she told him.

"Beautiful?" he scoffed, the arm he had around her tightening briefly.

"Gorgeous," Paige giggled. "Glamorous. Fabulous, majestic, stunning." She kissed his jaw again and finally explained, "You make a fantastic alpha, Derek. Even if I hadn't known that before – seeing you like that – witnessing your strength and power as a wolf in a wolf's skin… it was amazing."

The man didn't say anything at all, just traced his fingertips along her skin in the moonlight.

Eventually Paige broke the silence again. "We've never done it outside before," she felt the need to mention. "I'm also pretty sure I have grass in places grass should never, ever go."

"Don't complain," Derek chuckled a bit and suddenly Paige really wanted to see the expression on his face – but also, being in his arms was more comfortable. So, she stayed put and instead imagined the small smile gracing his lips at that moment. "You know you enjoyed it."

"Mm-hm," Paige sighed a bit. "We should definitely do it again some time."

The two existed in a steady and comfortable silence for a few minutes until Paige said, "What does your tattoo mean?"

"The one on my back?"

That made her laugh a bit. "Unless you've somehow managed to hide another tattoo from me, the girl who sees you naked all the time, then yes – the one on your back."

"It's a Celtic symbol," Derek explained. The way he spoke made it seem like he was reciting something he had had described to him. "In werewolf culture we use it to demonstrate the three types of wolves – omega, beta, alpha. It's a spiral because those roles are always capable of changing."

Paige ran her fingers along Derek's chest and said wistfully, "There's still so much about werewolf culture I don't know."

"You'll learn it," he insisted. "This is who you are now – it's not just werewolf culture, it's your culture. Don't worry, I'll teach you." His grip around her tightened very slightly. "Right now, there's no time. We have so much to deal with – but one day I'll teach you everything you need to know about being a werewolf. There are two small werewolf pack-families in a suburb of New York city – Laura and I would stop by sometimes… our great uncles knew each other or something. Anyways, I'm sure we could visit them and you could see what that kind of family was like – that kind of pack."

"I'd love that," she smiled against his warm skin.

Despite their recent activities and the body heat they had exchanged, the night air was still frigid. An icy shiver slid up her spine and she pressed herself closer to his body – seeking whatever warmth he could give her.

"C'mon," Derek finally said. "It's too cold to sleep out here. There's also the kanima to worry about." Ah yes, the kanima. It always came back to the kanima – or the hunters. Derek was typically keen on mentioning the hunters. Gradually, he pushed himself and Paige into a sitting position before dragging her to her feet.

Before retrieving her clothes, Paige wrapped her arms around the man one last time – loving the feel of naked skin against bare flesh.

"What if we just left?" she asked later, as they were both drifting off to sleep in the train car.

"Left?" Derek mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah, just grabbed the pack and left," Paige rolled over to face him, the idea already taking root in her head. "We could all pile into your Camaro and drive somewhere – Chicago, New York… some big city where no one would ever find us. Or we could find some secluded wooded area in a small town and build a house in the forest. Erica and I could cook and clean and you and the boys could go to work and make money and support us all."

"Paige…"

She had been expecting him to chuckle at least – but the look he was giving her… He knew she was partially serious. Maybe it had occurred to him to do the same thing – just leave Beacon Hills behind forever. The whole "playing house in the forest" was obviously a joke… Even if secretly she thought it would work.

"That's too simple," he finally concluded. "We both know we can't just leave."

Reaching a hand out from underneath the blankets, she cupped his face. "I wish sometimes we could," she confided.

He leaned into her touch. "Me too."

Keep you safe, and inspired,

Baby, let your fantasies unwind.

We can do what you,

Want to do, ooh, ooh.