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Here's a short chapter but I hope you'll like it.
A month and a half later… and a few more days !
Stiles's POV !
It's past midnight, and the Pack has fought against wendigos, responsible for the disappearance of five people in the last two weeks. When my father thought it might be supernatural, he contacted Derek, and with the collaboration of Deaton and Chris Argent, the missing people had been traced. It has taken a long time to find them, but at least their families will be able to grieve.
Derek resented not having sensed the presence of these creatures on his territory, but unlike the werewolves, the wendigos were not exempt from the same protocols of proprietion, namely to appear before the Alpha installed in this or that city and ask permission to settle there. And Derek would most certainly have refused, since most of the wendigos were vile and cruel creatures. They preyed on humans, kidnapped them and kept them at home before devouring their organs. The victims were all adults, but that didn't change the tragedy of this barbarity.
We're back at the loft with Derek, while the others have all returned home after we have taken stock at the clinic. My father didn't mind me leaving with Derek. I had just told him two days earlier that I was dating the Alpha, and he wasn't surprise.
« I'm happy for you » he said to me, before shaking Derek's hand, and there he played his role as a father and told him with a calm tone, an unclothed threat : « Take care of my son, and I would never use my gun loaded with silver bullets on you. »
I didn't hide my disapproval, but Derek just smiled and promised my dad that he would never let anything happen to me. He tried several times to leave me out of the wendigo case, but I didn't give up. I always accompanied them on the field, and there was no question of that changing because from now on, I was the companion of the Alpha. I knew how to defend myself. I stayed with Allison outside a disused factory where the wendigos had taken up residence, and I was the eyes of the hunter thanks to a pair of binoculars. One of the wendigos escaped from the factory after the Pack attacked, but I warned my friend and she shot two arrows at him in a row. One fiddling in the heart, and the other having crossed the head of the creature. Another tried to flee, but he had been manhandled by Jackson and Ethan, and Lydia had finished him off with her Banshee scream. Three other wendigos – the last ones – had been killed by the rest of the Pack, then we had moved the bodies away from the factory to let my father do his job, and we had burned the bodies of the wendigos at places from there. This story was behind us now, but I knew Derek was angry. I push the lock, and guide Derek into the bathroom. I stop sharply when I see the changes. I didn't stay at the loft very often for the duration of the case, and the bathroom is different. There is tiled on the floor and on the wall of the shower. The curtain disappeared and instead the shower was enlarged and surrounded by glass wall. The simple dented sink was changed, and it was larger. Big enough for two people to share it. A large mirror had been hung on top. I turn to Derek.
« That... You've done some work ? »
« I wanted it to be more welcoming. » he tells me. « For you. »
How can I not be madly in love with this man ? I take his face in my hands and kiss him forcefully. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but this is not the right time. Finally, yes, it is the right time, but not when it is stained with blood. I walk away and run the water from the shower, and I say to him :
« Take a shower. » I stroke his cheek. « I'm going to get us something to eat. »
« No wait, stay. » he told me. « Take a shower with me. »
« You... You sure ? »
Seeing Derek naked, I've been dreaming about it since the day I met him.
« Yes, I'm sure. » he told me. « I don't want you to leave me, even though I know you're not really leaving. »
« O... OK ! » I'm scraping my throat. « I stay. »
So I start to undress him gently. His black t-shirt, I undo his belt and drop it to the ground. I undo the button on his jeans, lower his zipper, and swallow when I realize that he has no underwear. His sex springs before me, proudly erect. Damn, he's gorgeous. I refrain from throwing myself on it, and I lower the jeans to his ankles to take it off entirely after he has got rid of his shoes. I straighten up, and Derek undresses me in return with tender gestures, except that he doesn't stop himself from stroking me in passing.
« Derek... » I whimper.
We vowed to wait for my birthday, both for sex and for the rest.
« I know. » He finishes undressing me, and as naked as he is, he kisses me. « I just want to feel your skin under my hands. »
I take his hand, and I lead us into the shower. The hot water was very strong, and warms me up first, then Derek after he closes the sliding glass door. When I think he made all these adjustments for me, without me asking him anything. Derek keeps me against him, and for several minutes, we stand, under the jet of hot water, hugged in the arms of the other. I put my head against his shoulder, he buried his nose in my neck. We stay there, until I start shaking, not because the jet has become cold, but because I need to feel his hands on me, and run mine on him. So I walk away. I kiss him, and I take the bottle of shampoo that also acts as a shower gel, and I pour a good dose of it into the palm of my hand. I rest the bottle, stealthily kiss Derek and wash his hair. Gently, I massage his scalp, lathering the shampoo and then, I lower my hands along his body, making sure that there is no trace of blood on his skin. He turns his back on me so that I wash it, and when I pass my hands over his buttocks, I hear him growling / moaning.
He does the same for me. He washes my hair and then my body, touching my sex with his fingertips. I shudder with pleasure, but it doesn't linger. If he did, I don't give much of our promise to wait. Once clean, Derek wraps us in a towel. He gives me two minutes and comes back with clothes of his own, for me. He took the opportunity to put on a jog and a simple t-shirt. He watches me dress in one of his tracksuit pants, and a black t-shirt, also belonging to him. There, he approaches me, and carries me out of the bathroom to put me on the couch. He slips socks at my feet so I don't catch cold. I take his cheek in my hand, I plant my gaze in his and I say it. simply.
« I love you, Derek ! »
I don't expect anything in return. His eyes begin to glow with the red that makes him the most powerful being in this city.
« I love you too, Stiles ! »
He kisses the palm of my hand, still resting on his cheek, and then covers it with his. I still can't believe it. Derek loves me too. He takes my lips and we exchange a languid kiss, full of love. Passionate.
After eating quick cheese sandwiches that Derek made, we lay down in bed. Face to face.
« You seemed relieved. » he told me after long minutes of silence.
« What are you talking about ? »
« When I told you that I loved you too, you looked relieved. » he says. « Why ? Did you think I didn't feel anything for you ? »
« No I, I don't know, I just thought you'd need more time to... »
« To love you ? » he ends for me. He takes my chin and forces me to look at him, then, caresses my cheek. « Stiles, I've loved you longer than you can imagine. I was already in love with you when I kissed you, the first time, and if I didn't say anything earlier it was because I didn't want to put pressure on you and speed things up. You don't know how much you matter to me. You know what keeps me not losing control during the full moon ? What makes me not let the anger overwhelm me ? »
No, I have no idea, so I shake my head.
« It's you, Stiles. » He kisses me lightly, and whispers on my lips, « You are my anchor. »
It's too much. Emotion strikes me and I can't stop a tear from running down my cheek. So I, Stiles Stilinski, am the anchor that allows Derek Hale to be master of himself on full moon nights. When he collects my tear on his index finger, I break down. I throw myself at him, burying my face in the hollow of his neck. I find myself lying on him. His arms curl me. I am not crying, but I am moved. I did not expect such an admission, such confidence from him. This man is far too perfect for me. I raise my head, and I fall on his mouth. Derek gives me back my kiss and trades our place.
This is how we fall asleep, after exchanging a new I love you. Me, with my head resting against his torso listening to his heart beating under my ear, resonating throughout my body, and Derek's arms around me.
I'll try to translate the twi final parts this week-end, but I don't make any promises !