Disclaimer : : I don't own the characters !
And here is the final chapter !
Stiles's POV !
October !
What can we say about the last few months ? Yes, we fought against evil creatures, and even against one or two hunters without any code and who targeted the Pack, but we put them all out of harm's way. In short, let's move on...
Derek and I got hotter and hotter. The more comfortable I felt with him, the more we progressed. And I loved that. I love it. But we haven't had sex yet. I wasn't ready. But I am, now. I'm with the girls at Lydia's, because I need to confide in those who have never judged me.
« I think it's cool that you want to wait. » Allison tells me. « It means you can discover yourself. »
« Yes, speaking of which... » I take off my shoes and sit cross-legged on Lydia's bed. « I think I'm ready. »
They come to sit immediately next to me.
« Ok, do you think so or are you sure ? » Lydia wants to know. « Because there's a big difference. »
« Okay, I'm sure of that. » I confess. « I love what we do when we're just the two of us, but I'm ready for more. I've made him wait long enough. »
« Derek is crazy about you, he would wait ten years if that's what you asked him. » Malia says. « The most important thing is that you communicate. »
« She's right. » Allison tells me. « Talk with Derek, and let yourself go. Spontaneously. If you want to do it, like right now, then go find him. »
« He's with the boys and... »
« So go to the loft, and wait for him, so you can take the time to think about it. »
So that's what I do. I leave my girlfriends and go to the loft, which is empty. It doesn't surprise me, since Derek drags the boys into the forest. It shouldn't be long before he comes home, so I'll take a shower. Luckily I have some spare clothes here. When Derek and I let ourselves go, it can get very messy. Before I sit on the couch, I turn on the TV and the console, and I resume my part of my game for more than an hour, until the sliding door of the loft lets my man appear. Ouh, he looks even more grumpy than usual. He closes the door.
« What Jackson did this time ? » I ask, turning off my game.
« Nothing. » He sends his sneakers away and takes off his t-shirt. Bloody hell ! He's sweaty and I'm excited. « I'm going to take a shower. »
« Yes, you do that ! »
I go to the kitchen and make a big bacon sandwich for Derek. I put it on the table just as he comes out of the bathroom, in a towel and dripping with water. I bite my lip. Yes, I'm ready. I'm pretty much ready. I have a serious desire to lose my virginity there, right away. No, I don't really want my first time to be in a kitchen, either. Derek cuts me off from my salacious thoughts with a wet kiss.
« I smell your desire, Stiles. » he grumbles.
« Is that true ? »
« You know it is. » He looks me in the eye. « Tell me what's going on ? »
« Don't you want to eat, first ? » I ask, disturbed by the brilliance in his eyes.
« I'm not hungry. » He deviates the time to put the sandwich in the fridge. « Come here ! »
I sink into his arms, which immediately encircles me.
« Tell me ! »
I take a minute to think carefully. Am I really ready to do it ? To let Derek take possession of me this way ? I realize the answer is yes. I don't want anyone else, and I don't want to give that part of me to anyone but Derek. And even though part of me is still doubting how long our story will last, I know I don't want anyone else.
« Take me to bed ! »
I shift just enough to be able to take off my sweater and t-shirt. My tracksuit pants follow.
« Stiles, what are you doing ? »
I throw myself on his mouth, and he immediately reacts by returning my kiss.
« Make love to me, Derek ! »
« Are you sure ? » he asks me. « Babe, you have to be sure of... »
I silence him by putting my hand on his mouth. I am determined. I'm moving away from Derek and I'm going to push the loft lock so that we're not disturbed. I'm all excited as I get closer to my boyfriend. A werewolf to whom I will give all of me.
« I'm sure, Derek. » I say as I push him towards the bed. « We've waited long enough. I'm ready. »
I don't lie, and he feels it. I get rid of his towel, and push him onto the mattress. Once he is lying down, I climb on him and kiss his perfectly chissed torso. I trace with my tongue the outline of his abs that give me sweats every time I see them, that I touch them. I take him in my hand, and I squeeze him as he likes before closing my mouth on his glans. This is not my first time. It took me about two weeks after we started to really touch each other, to get to that point. It was awkward at first, but I improved through practice and now I know what Derek loves. He likes when I suck his testicles one after the other, when I lick his entire length, or when I take it all at the back of my throat. It drives him crazy, and I do it all the time. I am doing so just now, with a whole new ardor. But I don't suck him until he comes. I stop when I feel a salty drop on my tongue. I look for his mouth, and he gives me a dazzling kiss, leating me over to the bed so that he can take control.
« I have nothing, Stiles. » he told me. « I will be careful, I promise you. »
Meaning : I catch him off guard and he has no lube at hand. But we don't care. I don't care how he's going to do it, as long as he makes love to me.
« I trust you. » I said.
He took my underpants away. I shudder but in anticipation, and also because Derek's hands touch me.
« I have an idea to prevent you from the... »
« Do it ! » I cut him off. « Stop talking and make love to me. »
After a long kiss, he grumbles at me to lay on my stomach, which I do. And I fully understand what he intends to do. I grab a cushion, wedg it between my arms and bury my head in it when Derek starts dropping a series of kisses along my spine. Then he spreads my legs, then, my buttocks and, feeling that I feel nothing but an infinite desire, his tongue finds my anus. It was the first time he took care of me there. Before, I didn't really want him to touch me there. I dreaded every time, and he never blamed me. But everything is different now. We are about to have sex for the first time. At the end of the month, it's been ten months since we've been together, and for someone as uncertain as me, who doubts constantly, waiting so much is acceptable, I think. At least, it is for me.
Derek prepares me meticulously, making me feel new things downright insane, and when his finger takes over and penetrates me, I groan. The finger disappears, and I find myself on my back. Derek bends over but doesn't kiss me right away. He kisses me through my body, and takes me in his mouth while inserting once again a finger into me, then a second. I feel him spread his fingers, tugging from the inside. I whisper, moan his name. I need more. I need him. I beg him to give me more. He frees my sex, removes his fingers. Our eyes cross.
« I'm ready, Derek. »
« I love you. » he said to me.
He positions himself between my thighs, and I feel the tip of his sex against my orifice. He pushes a first time. I grimace slightly, because it is more imposing than just fingers. He stops but I beg him to continue. I reassure him by telling him that it's going to be okay, that I'm going to get used to it, so he continues. He enters me little by little, going out each time to come back. But he still doesn't come to kiss me. Fuck, I don't care that his mouth tasted me there. I want him to kiss me, so I use all the strength I have in me to grab his neck and draw him to me. He is so surprised that he doesn't resist me, and I can finally stick my mouth to his. I don't care about our two flavors mixed, all I taste is Derek. My legs encircle him, and, lost in the kiss, he penetrates me entirely. I bite his lip under the blow of surprise, but it's so good. He starts his comings and goings, slowly, slowly so as not to hurt me, but I feel nothing but pleasure. I prefer to keep quiet and let Derek make the fun last as long as he wants. He caresses me, kisses me, accelerates his thrusts at the moment when I tell him that I am about to come. I slip my hand between our bodies to grab my sex, and I masturbate. Derek goes faster, his eyes glow and he camber in a dull rumble. I feel it pouring into me, at the same time as I come.
The minutes went by at a fuzzy speed after that. We caught our breath, and I was in such a fullness that I didn't feel Derek lift me up and take me into the shower. The cold water has finished making me come back to reality.
« It's icy ! » I complain as I stray from under the jet.
« Sorry ! » Derek lures me back under the jet once the hot has taken precedence over the cold. « Come there ! »
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Is it possible to want to start again immediately after your first time ? That may not be a good idea. At least not that fast. I let myself be kissed by Derek, who washes me with more tenderness than he used to before. He's careful when he arrives where it's a little sensitive.
« Did I hurt you ? »
« No ! » I bite his chin. « When do we start again ? »
« Easy, my love. » he smiled. « We're going to wait for you to recover, huh ? Give yourself a few days. »
« But I'm fine. »
I am out of the shower, and he dries me before carrying me as if I were a damsel in distress. I keep my remark and wait until he has put me on the bed. He dresses me as if I were two years old, but then again, I keep quiet. I like the caring Derek, he gives me everything back. Once dressed, he makes me sit on the couch, and I watch him change the sheets.
« We can at least caress each other, if we don't make love again right away ? » I ask, five minutes later when he comes to sit next to me, with a tiramisu.
« Because you think I can restrain myself from touching you ? » He taps his legs, and I don't wait a second to sit on him. « I would touch you everywhere, except where it heats up a little. »
« It doesn't heat up. » I protest by refuting the term he use. « Its a little sensitive. »
« It's the same thing. » he taunts.
I take the tiramisu, and put it on the side. With my arms around his neck, his around my waist, I look at him with love and adoration.
« Did you like to make love to me ? » I ask in spite of myself.
« Stiles, I absolutely love everything I do with you. » he replies. « Don't force me to spank you and make your pain worse. »
« For the last time... » I take off the sweater he forced me to put on. It's so warm in this loft, especially since I'm with this grumpy wolf. « I'm not in pain. It was fabulous, and I can't wait to do it again. Now take me back to bed and enjoy this tiramisu on the body of the other. »
I barely took the dessert and the spoon in my hands, that I feel like flying in the air.
« I'm starting ! »
The end !
So, this is the end of that mini-fiction. There is two sequels, that I wrote for last year's Christmas and New Year Eve. Just give me the time to translate, and I'll post them !
See you soon, I hope !