Note: It's a long chapter. I changed Peter's last name to White considering Derek and Peter are not related in this story.
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Off topic: How many people watched tonight's Teen Wolf for Sterek moments?
Stiles was sleeping soundly against something warm, something firm, something rising and falling slowly up and down, something beating next to his ear.
He could hear the faint sound of someone calling his name. It became clearer and louder the second time around.
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few moments until his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. He looked down at the heated surface he was sleeping on not so long ago, staring down at a hard, clothed chest, noticing a wet spot from him drooling.
He crinkled his forehead in confusion trying to remember where he was and who he was with.
It took a moment before last night's events came back, hitting Stiles full force.
His eyes widen, his body tensed up and he whipped his head up in a flash, meeting a pair of deep blue eyes that were looking right back at him.
"Morning." Derek said with a hint of amusement in his voice and a smirk on his lips.
"Oh shit." Stiles replied in shock, causing Derek to snicker a bit.
"I mean, morning." He said blushing, as he wiped the excess drool off his chin and moved off Derek's chest so his teacher could move freely.
Stiles stood up, fixing his twisted shirt, smoothing it out as Derek sat up on the couch and looked down at his own shirt.
Stiles cringed slightly as his teacher took notice to the saliva stain he left on him. His cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
Without a word, Derek lifted the shirt up over his head, tossing it on the cushion seat beside him.
Stiles was in a trance, staring at his teacher's sexy, built chest as Derek started to speak again.
"Listen Stiles, about last night…"
"You going to say you regret it, aren't you?" He voiced irritated.
"No, I don't regret it." Derek replied calmly with a blank look on his face.
"You don't?"
"No, do you?"
"No." Stiles replied, grinning.
Derek gave a small smile in return just as Stiles leaned down for a kiss.
Derek stopped him short, placing a hand on his student's clothed chest, keeping Stiles a couple inches away from his lips.
"But…"
Stiles sighed frustrated and pulled back.
"I knew there was a but."
"We have to be careful, if we decide to continue down this path." Derek warned in a stern tone.
"Yeah, yeah." Stiles replied, rolling his eyes.
"Stiles, I'm serious. No one can know about us while I'm still your teacher."
"Got it teach." Stiles snapped.
"Smart Ass." Derek retorted, with a glare.
"You know you love me ass." Stiles teased, coming closer and leaning into his teacher's frame with a playful look on his face.
"Is that right?" Derek challenged, sliding his hands over the back side of Stiles jeans, running his hands over his clothed ass just as their lips brushed.
Derek gave Stiles cheeks a squeeze, making his student moan against his mouth as their lips pressed together in a deep kiss.
Stiles straddled Derek's lap and ran his hands through his teacher's dark locks as Derek slide his hands up his student's back pressing him closer into his chest and added tongue to the intense kiss.
"Whoa! Way too early to be seeing all that." Cora voiced, as she walked out from Derek's bedroom, shielding her eyes from the make out scene happening on the couch.
Stiles and Derek immediately broke apart and got up off the sofa, moving a few feet apart as Cora walked into the kitchen.
"Nice to see you are both getting along." She said with a knowing smile as she poured herself some orange juice.
"Yeah, about that, you have some explaining to do, both of you." Derek suddenly said, narrowing his eyes in an interrogating manner, glancing back and forth between the two.
"Well, would you look at that? Where has the time gone? I got to get to class." Stiles replied, glancing as his bare wrist as if he was wearing a watch.
Derek raised an eyebrow at him as Cora chimed in.
"Yeah, we should get you to school. Don't want to be late. Come on Stiles." Cora added, taking a big gulp of her juice before setting the cup on the counter and rushing towards the front door.
"Stiles." Derek protested.
"See you in class." Stiles said quickly, pecking him on the lips before heading towards the front door to catch up with Cora.
"This isn't over guys." Derek stated, as they shut the door behind them.
"You slept with your teacher?!" Scott exclaimed, big eyed in the parking lot.
"Shhh." Stiles said, cautiously glancing around them to make sure there were no other students nearby that could overhear their conversation.
Scott quickly shut his car down, putting his backpack on before jogging over to Stiles who was on the move.
"We didn't have sex or anything; it was just like some clothed bumping and grinding followed by falling asleep on each other." Stiles stated casual.
"Oh yeah, that's a big different." Scott said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as they continued walking on their way to their first hour class.
Stiles and Scott headed inside the main building when they caught sight of a familiar teacher, Mr. Peter White. He was a well-liked teacher by most girl's campus, guys not so much. It probably had to do with the fact he was very cocky and wasn't afraid to speak his mind.
He was considered the second most attractive teacher on campus. Mr. Hale was number one.
Mr. White had short, dirty blonde hair, rich green eyes and a devious smile with a nice built. He taught History.
I heard quite a few stories about male students reporting him for unfair treatment, stories of him giving his male students more work, calling them out more in class to answer questions on the assignments he assigns and that he grades them harder than females in his class.
One guy was a straight A student in all of his classes but because he questioned Mr. Whites harsh teachings styles, he failed him.
Luckily, I never had him as a teacher to find out first hand, nor was I planning to.
"Looking good ladies, if you were a few years older you would be in trouble." Peter said to a couple of female students passing by in the hall, staring at them with hungry eyes.
The girls of course giggled as they walk passed his door, all giddy with excitement that he noticed them. I shivered at the scene.
"I don't like him." I voiced, as Peter's eyes linger on the girls backsides a little too long as they walk away.
"Who, Mr. White?" Scott asked, as he followed my gaze over to the smug History teacher.
"There is something about him that just gives me the creeps." I stated.
"Well, the ladies love him."
"Yeah, I noticed. I don't know what they see in him." I replied, as I watched him stand by his door greeting some students as they walked into his class room.
"An easy grade, perhaps? I heard from this one girl in my computer class that all female students have to do is flirt and show a little cleavage and he'll let then get away with pretty much anything and pass them."
"That's disgusting."
"Don't be so quick to judge. How do you know Mr. Hale wouldn't be the same way given the opportunity?" Scott argued.
"He would never."
"He did seduce you, didn't he? You sure, he's not doing the same with other students or hasn't before?" Scott challenged.
Stiles clenched his hands into a fist as he became angered by his friend's views about his teacher and now lover?
"Look Scott, I appreciate your concern, but your barking up the wrong tree and for your information, I seduced him." Stiles snapped, before walking off, living Scott in his spot.
"What, What did I say?" Scott thought out loud, shrugging to himself before going on his way to his class.