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Hello there,
Here's the translation of a Christmas story, who is the part 2 of the mini-fiction « All My First Times ». I hope you're gonna like it !
Beacon Hills !
6 days before Christmas !
Stiles' point of view !
I think my father is having a stroke. Or I didn't hear right.
« Can you repeat ? »
« You should invite Derek to spend New Year's Eve with us. » my father tells me.
Ok, I didn't turn deaf, and my dad really has one less neuron.
« You want me to invite Derek, to come and spend Christmas with us. »
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to know that my dad wants me to invite my man to spend Christmas Eve with us, but I feel it really bad. Above all, I feel that the meal will turn into an examination. Derek and I have been dating for almost a year. In fact, it will be a year on Decemmber, the 31th at midnight. They never stayed in the same room for very long, because I did everything to prevent it so that my father, Sheriff Stilinski, would not take the opportunity to extract personal and confidential information from Derek, and would not embarrass me.
« Yes, I want you to invite your boyfriend to spend Christmas Eve with us. » my father repeated. « He will be all alone, and I know you want to be with him, so invite him. »
« Are you sure that's the only reason ? » I ask. « Because I find it a little hard to believe that you are asking me to invite him. »
« And why not ? He's part of the family. » said my father. « And I thought you would have invited him already. »
« Uh, I didn't. » I admit, a little shameful. « I... »
« You didn't want me to take the opportunity to ask him indiscreet questions. » my father interrupts me. « Listen son, all I want is to share a meal with my family. You, me, and Derek, because he entered our family the moment you got together. I appreciate him very much, and I think he should be with us for the holidays. »
I don't know what to say here, and this is indeed a first. I always know what to say.
« You don't find anything to say. » he amuses himself. « I should mark it on the calendar. »
« Ha, Ha ! » Anyway. « Okay, I'm going to invite him, but I'm warning you ; no way you spend the evening asking questions to him. »
« What ? That I ask him questions like Since when do you sleep together ? » He bursts out laughing as I'm about to have a heart attack. « Stiles, I already know that. »
« That... huh ? What ? But I didn't tell you anything. » I respond at full speed. « We've never done anything here when you're there. »
« So you should be more careful where you put away your belongings, or rather what you throw in the trash and don't want me to see. » he tells me before getting up and putting his jacket over his uniform. « I'll see you tomorrow, son, I will be at the station all night. »
And he leaves before I can get more details from him about how he learned for Derek and I. Shit and shit again ! My father knows that I fuck senseless with my werewolf boyfriend, and he left to work as if nothing had happened. Since when does he know ? I speed up in my room and call myself stupid when I see in the trash can, which is next to my desk, the empty bottle of lube that I threw away three days ago. Damn. I know my father is not the type to rummage through my garbage cans for no reason, and I didn't give him any to do. He may have fallen on it when he entered my room to ask something. Yes, it must be that. My phone rings in my pocket. I pick up the call when I see that it's Lydia.
« Yes ? »
« Wouldn't you have forgotten something, Stiles ? »
« Uh, not that I know of. »
« The mall, Stiles. You had to find us there at the opening, and we've been peppering with the girls for twenty minutes. »
« Sorry, I'm on my way. »
That's right, I had to join Lydia, Malia and Allison at the mall. I am twenty minutes late, and with the snow covering the roads, I will have fifteen minutes more. I'm going to get killed.
I meet with them twenty-five minutes later in front of a Starbucks, and the three of them look at me without a smile. They are waiting for an explanation. I swallow. I love these girls. They are the sisters I never had, but they terrify me. A banshee, a were-coyote and a ruthless huntress. A trio of shock, kind but deadly.
« Um, the roads are covered in snow. » I tell them.
« We had noticed. » slams Malia.
« Ok, what if I told you that my father asked me to invite Derek for Christmas Eve, and then he made me understand that he knew I was no longer a virgin ? »
I know, not very well formulated but frankly, I love them, they scare me very much. Especially when you forget to find them to go shopping. I don't mind shopping with them. They never treated me like their bag rack, and that's what drove me to find them from time to time at the mall.
« How does your father know ? » asks Malia.
« I think he saw a tube of lube in my trash can, but I couldn't get anything more out of him than he had already gone to work. » I reply. They sketch a smile that disappears very quickly, but I see it. « Am I forgiven ? »
« Have you invited Derek, or have you not yet ? » asks Allison.
« Uh, not yet. » I reply. « But I see him later, I would ask him the question and I would crawl at his feet to apologize for not inviting him earlier. And I promise you that I will never ditch you again. »
« Okay ! » said Allison, who smiled.
Malia comes to kiss me on the cheek, and so does Lydia, after she punches me on the shoulder.
« Outch ! » I complain as I rub where it hurts. « How do I explain this to Derek ? I'm sure I'll get a bruise. »
« It will teach you to forget an appointment with us. » Lydia tells me. « Okay, let's go have a coffee. »
I pay for coffee and hot chocolate – for me – to be forgiven for my delay, and we stroll through the galleries while chatting. Lydia is hanging on my left arm, and Malia and Allison are arm in arm on my right. With me, they can talk about anything. We are so close that they are the first ones I went to talk to about my crush on Derek. Everyone – apart from them – expected me to be in love with Lydia. At first, I thought so too, but one day, when we were fourteen, she kissed me and just asked me how I'd felt.
« Um, I feel like I kissed my mother. »
She smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek and we huged each other. She became my best friend, and she still is. Allison and Malia also became my confidantees, and I had become theirs. I arranged the shot between Malia and Scott, my best friend since kindergarten, and they've been together for two years now. For Allison, she fell for Isaac but he was so shy that I advised her to take the first step herself. They have become inseparable. As for Lydia, it cannot be said that she needs any advice. When she wants something, or someone, she goes for it. When Ethan and Aiden, sexy twins who arrived at our high school after the slaughter of their pack (Derek took them under his wing and they are now part of the Hale pack), Jackson and Lydia immediately flashed. One was gay, and the other was not. Everyone had their own. Anyway !
« What do you offer Derek for your anniversary ? » Lydia suddenly asks me.
« Uh... »
« Don't tell me that you forgot that it was soon your anniversary. » Lydia warns me. « I swear to you, I yell at you if that's the case. »
« I haven't forgotten. » I reassure her. « His gift is at home, in my closet for a month, and it cost me all my money. »
« Oh, what is it ? » Malia asks me. « Are you going to ask him in marriage ? »
« No, I'm not going to ask him for marriage, it's too soon. » I answer, rolling my eyes. « I'm not going to tell you anything. Not today. And then it will be up to him to pop the question. »
« When will we know, then ? » asks Allison.
« Let's say you help me find an outfit that will make Derek lose his head for New Year's Eve at Lydia's, keep it at home and I would come before the others to dress, and I would show you what I plan to offer Derek for our anniversary. » I propose to them. « Deal ? »
They accept, and we go in search of the perfect outfit. I do several tries, and I have fun taking poses when I get out of the cabin, making my girlfriends laugh. The other guys in the pack – Scott, Jackson, Isaac, and even Grumpy aka Derek – don't have the patience I have. They are making fun of me sometimes, but I don't care because it allows me to spend time with my three sisters.
« Stop, we have the winning outfit ! » says Lydia.
I wear fairly tight black jeans and a navy blue shirt. Lydia detaches the first three buttons from the shirt, and orders me to turn around. I hear three appreciative whistles and I turn to them.
« I don't think Derek will stand the whole party if you wear that. » Allison tells me.
« I confirm ! » said Malia.
« This jeans make you an ass of hell. » says Lydia.
« Do you think so ? » I ask, turning just enough to see me from behind in the cabin mirror.
« Oh yes ! »
They respond at the same time. Well, I trust them. I change, go to the checkout and spend the next two hours watching the girls try on lots of clothes while making me a parade. They make sure to get out of their cabin at the same time, and I take great pleasure in sending pictures to Scott, Isaac and Aiden to make them understand that they were missing a hell of a show. When they come out again with tight-fitting and downright sexy dresses, I don't take pictures because I know these are the outfits for the evening that Lydia organizes at her home for New Year's Day.
Lydia chose a red dress up to the knees, back-naked split along the left thigh and plunging neckline. Allison a pale pink dress, also up to the knees but flared, out-of-the-shoulder and with a semi-plunging neckline. As for Malia, Scott will have a syncope. She chose a purple bustier dress plunging into the back, whose indentation fell to the bottom of the kidneys, and she stopped pile at mid-thighs.
« You are hot ! » I said to them. « Perfect. Three masterpieces. »
If I leave the mall with a single bag, which Lydia takes with her, the girls are more loaded, because we also stopped for shoes. I hug the three of them when we separate, then I get into my jeep and go to Derek's house. I am half frozen when I enter the loft. And yet, I am well covered. Fortunately, the loft is heated but that does not prevent me from shaking with cold. The decoration is almost non-existent, and frankly it does not bother me at all. Derek feels good in his big apartment, and I feel good with him. Enough nonsense for now. I take off my cap, jacket and scarf just as Derek comes out of the kitchen area.
« Finally, here you are ! »
I barely have time to answer that he kisses me.
« Your lips are cold. » he told me.
« My whole body is frozen. » I reply.
« I know a very good way to warm you up. » His voice is warm and rocky. He makes his red Alpha eyes glow.
« Oh yes, I know it too. »
His mouth covers mine, and he pushes me to bed as we get rid of our clothes. I sit on the bed to take him in my mouth a few minutes before Derek lies me down, then, covers me with his body...
Sex with Derek is incredible. I like when it is soft, but I also like when it is more vigorous, more brutal. He never hurt me, and not once had he pulled out his claws or fangs. He has always controlled himself perfectly. You can think what you want of him, that he claws fatally first and asks the questions afterwards, but with me he is quite the opposite. It wasn't easy at first, but I admit that I can be annoying when I get into it. Being with Derek made me calmer, even though I still talk as much. Sitting, and huddled against one another in bed after having sex, I enjoy the warmth offered by his body. And sexy, we must recognize it. Derek Hale is built like a Greek god. The sheet covers us up to the waist. Mr. Grumpy, as I like to call him, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, our hands tied. Yes, we can be very soft whenever we want, as long as it stays between the walls of the loft.
« What bothers you ? » he asks in the face of my silence.
Even after sex, I still have something to say.
« I would say 'nothing at all', but you'd know I'm lying. » I answer.
« Tell me ! » he insists, his mouth behind my ear.
« Is it too late to invite you to come home on Christmas Eve and have dinner with my father and me ? »
To say that I am nervous is a bit of an exaggeration. No, in fact it's not at all exaggerated, I'm super nervous. I bite my lip while waiting for Derek's answer. My heart beats a hundred per hour. I hate it because these damned werewolves can feel everything that happens to us. Fear, disease, nervousness. The desire...
« No, it's not too late. » he tells me. « And I would come with pleasure. »
The wave of relief that invades me must come to him head-on because he laughs low.
« Why were you so nervous ? » he asks me.
« Because I should have asked you earlier. » I answer by changing places to look at him. « My father had to push me to invite you, and yes I realize that it may seem stupid. »
« Um, I understand why you didn't do it sooner. » Derek tells me.
« You do ? »
« Yes. You don't want me to be harassed with questions about you and me. » he said. « Seriously Stiles, do you think your father doesn't already know that we sleep together ? »
« I believed it, until he told me I should be more careful what I throw in the trash. » I blow. Derek frowns, waiting for me to say more. « It could be that he came across the lube that we finished the other day and please don't say anything I'm already embarrassed enough like that. »
Derek bursts out laughing. I would have been surprised if he didn't.
« Stop making fun of me ! »
« Sorry, I stop. » He calms down, grabs me by the waist and lies me down on my back. « If that's what you want, I'll be there on Christmas Eve, and I'll have diner with you and your dad. »
« I want you to be there. » I then tell him that he slips between my legs. « You don't blame me for waiting to ask you... »
« No ! » He cuts me off with a kiss. « Not even if you had called me at the last minute. »
« Thank Lord ! I was ready to beg you not to blame me if ever... humph... » My words get lost in the mouth of this grumpy super sexy. « Okay I stop talking. »
« Good idea ! »
We kiss for long minutes, he plays mostly with my tongue until he left me breathless. He goes down my neck and goes back to my ear that he bites and licks.
« Do you still spending your holidays with me ? » he asks me.
« Yes ! » I reply, leaving my hands hanging out along his back. « Even if you could have made the effort to buy a fir tree. »
He lifts me up so quickly that I almost have a whirlwind. No, but... His hand takes my chin and he turns my head to the left. There is a fir tree devoid of decoration that sits near the window.
« You were saying ? » he said, releasing my face.
« Nothing at all ! » I reply. « But he is not decorated. »
« I thought we could both do it. » I look at him. « I wasn't going to spend two weeks hearing you grumble because I didn't decorate the loft. »
« Do you want to decorate the loft ? » I whise, hoping.
« No, we stick to the fir tree. » I pout. « Be happy with that. Anyway, I planned to keep you in bed all your holidays. »
« Are you aware that I don't have the same endurance as you ? » I replied, sitting on my lap.
« I know. »
His eyes begin to light, and my body reacts immediately. Derek acts on me like a magnet. I am unable to resist him. Who could ? No but, look at him !
« On your stomach ! » he ordered, barely rumbling.
...
The decoration of the fir tree takes us a good two hours, because Derek takes advantage of every moment he passes by me to touch me or kiss me, and I don't even try to stop him from doing so. He puts the star at the top, and then he comes behind me and hugs me. Derek loves hugs, but he made me swear never to talk about them when we're not alone. The other boys in the pack, especially Jackson, would not hesitate to tease him despite him being the Alpha, and it would end in 'bloodbath'.
« Thank you for doing this for me, Derek ! »
I let myself go in his arms while fixing the fir tree, now decorated with balls and garlands of all colors.
« I wouldn't have done it for anyone else. » he told me. « And it's our first Christmas together, we have to make it count. »
« Are you going to tell me what you bought me ? » I ask.
« In your dreams ! » he said to me as he turned me in front of him. « Tell me instead what to buy for your father. I am not going to show up empty-handed. »
« Don't bother too much with that. » I rise to kiss him, but I add because I know he won't give up : « A good bottle of whiskey will do. »
I take off his t-shirt that I am wearing to close the discussion. Derek gets the message and takes me back to bed.
December, 24th !
It is almost 9 p.m. My father's house smells like good food. I left Derek's loft about three-four hours ago to help my father prepare everything. And I had to leave my Jeep to my dad because he planned to have everything wrong in my beloved car repaired as a gift. I would no longer have to use tape. The table is set, and the dishes we prepared with Dad are on the table. All that is missing is my werewolf.
« Derek hasn't arrived yet. » says my father.
« He's on his way. » I assure him. Derek is always on time. « Dad, promise me not to make any inappropriate comments. »
« On your sex life, you mean ? » he says.
« Dad ! »
« Okay ! » He bursts out laughing. « I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your boyfriend. »
« Thank you ! »
The doorbell rings. I know it's Derek. I leave my dad in the dining room and I'm going to open up to my man. Every time I see him with his leather jacket, I feel like jumping on him, but my nervousness takes over, and he feels it. He lures me outside, and kisses me.
« It's going to go well. » he assures me.
We go inside, and I get Derek's leather jacket. He wears great jeans and a dark gray sweater. What a sexy thing ! He throws me in a bias, accompanied by a smile. Damn ! I shake my head to chase away all thoughts that have no place in this house tonight, and I take Derek into the dining room, where he salutes my father by shaking his hand and holding out a bottle of whiskey to him.
« I wasn't sure what to bring. » he says.
« It's nice of you, Derek. » my father thanked him. « What would you say about opening it after dinner ? »
Derek agrees. Well, dinner is going better than I had hoped. And to my great satisfaction, my father makes no reference to Derek and me, or to what you do when you're on your own. I don't know why I was worried. My father always knew, for me and my attraction to boys, and he wasn't surprised when I told him about my crush on Derek. He was even less surprised when I confessed to him that we were dating, two months or so after this Grumpy Alpha took the first step. It is one thing for my father to support me, for me to question my sex life is quite another. After dinner, Derek helps me tidy up the kitchen and he takes advantage of being alone to put me against the fridge.
« Still stressed ? »
« Right now I would say rather excited. » I confess by pulling on his sweater to kiss him. « Thank you for coming. »
« You'll thank me later. » he said in a hoarse voice.
I love it when he talks to me like that. It's turning me on everytime, and he knows it perfectly well.
« We can escape in my room for a few minutes. » I propose. « You know what I'm able to do with my mouth in minutes. »
Derek licks his lips, but he strays away and regains his capacity. When I see my father enter the kitchen I move away from my wolf.
« Stiles, I'm sorry but I to have to go » Dad tells me. « There has just been an accident at the entrance to the city. »
« People are stupid. » I sigh. « I'm going to make you coffee while you change. »
« Thank you son ! » He turns to Derek and apologizes. « We'll open this bottle of whiskey another time. »
« No problem ! » says Derek.
I go up to my room while the coffee maker fills up, and I take down a package for my dad. Finally, it is a rectangular box, and to find it I had to ask for a little help from a certain hunter who knows very well about weapons. My father is a collector, and I know he has been looking for this particular model for a long time. My dad is filling a thermos with coffee while chatting with Derek, when I put the box on the worktop.
« Merry Christmas, Dad ! »
The amazement that reads on his face when he opens the box makes me smile.
« Where did you find it ? » he asks me. « I've been looking for one for years. »
« I know ! » I answer, proud of myself. « I asked Chris Argent for a little help. »
He crushes me in a huge embrace. He closes the box and goes up to his room to store the gift, probably in his safe.
« Thank you, son. » he said. « I... It's... »
« Now who doesn't know what to say ? » I retorted, smiling.
« Yeah ! » After one last father-son hug, he said, « Don't forget to leave me the keys tofo the Jeep. »
Once gone, Derek sneaks up behind me.
« You really surprises him. » he tells me.
« I know. » I answer by turning to him. « Do you want your gift now ? »
« What if I want to take you home and make love to you all night ? » He touches my mouth with his tongue. And here we go, I'm excited again. « What do you think ? »
« I think I'm going to go in my room to get your gift and you'll open it at home. »
I detach myself from his arms and I speed up upstairs to retrieve a white rectangular box. I go down, leave the keys to my Jeep in a prominent light in the cup near the door, and turn off the lights. Derek is already waiting for me at his Camaro. Well, I lock the door, but I realize that I don't have my phone, let alone my jacket.
« Stiles ! » calls me Derek as I'm about to go back inside.
Derek raises both his hands. Ok, he took my jacket and phone. He thinks of everything when I have my head elsewhere, or in this case, clouded by a dazzling desire. With this snow and slippery roads, it takes us twenty minutes, if not longer, to reach Derek's loft. Besides, I am refrigerated despite the heat that reigns there.
« Wow, you're shaking. » Derek takes the box that contains his gift from my hands, puts it on the table and touches my face. « You're frozen. »
« J... I had... noticed. » I say with a snap of my teeth.
Without more word, he takes me to the bathroom, makes the water flow and while vapors due to hot water fill the room, Derek took his clothes off first. I may be cold, but the sight of his naked body makes me warm. Very, very hot. He then undresses me and, once in the shower, he kisses me. Um, I feel better. I feel so much better. My body stops shaking. I shudder but it's more the consequence of Derek's hands on me than the cold.
« Do you feel better ? » asks Derek.
« Much better. » I answer by tied my hands behind his neck. « Thank you for coming tonight, Derek. And thank you for not blaming me for waiting so long to invite you. »
« I had a very good evening. » he tells me.
« Even if it was short ? » I ask, biting my lip.
« The most important thing is that I was with you. » He flashes his alpha eyes. « The rest was just a bonus. We ate well, and your father didn't ask us any embarrassing questions at all, which relieved you every time he spoke. »
« I hate that you detect everything. » I mumble. « I could never hide anything from you, even if it's to surprise you. »
« So practice deceiving my senses » he said to me. « What if we stopped talking, um ? »
« We enjoy being in the shower or we... humph... »
His tongue rushes into my mouth before I've even finished my sentence. Ok, we enjoy being in the shower. I have nothing against it. No, nothing at all. Derek in the shower is a piece of art. He's sexy no matter what he does. I'm moving away. The water flows on and around us. The cold completely deserted my whole body.
« You're so sexy dripping with water. » I said to him sliding my hands on his perfect torso.
« You tell me all the time. » A smile in the corner, he makes his red eyes glow. « Stiles ! »
He never uses his tone or alpha status with me. To have fun when you are alone, and in bed – or in the shower – for example. He knows it excites me. Derek likes to control every aspect of his life, and it's this control that holds the pack united. For our couple, the control is only in bed. He knows what I like, and what I like is to give me all to him. Without leaving his eyes, I kneel and take him in his hand, keeping the other one pressing on his hip. I kiss the tip of his sex before sliding my tongue from the base to the top, all without letting go of Derek's red eyes for a single second. I wait for Derek to put a hand on my head to take it entirely in my mouth. He lets out an appreciative grunt when I start my comings and goings. I digress when Derek's grip on my hair tightens. I release his sex from my mouth. Grumpy grabs me by the arm and lifts me up to capture my mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue plays with mine with a fury that I know only too well. With my breath running out, I find myself pressed – with delicacy anyway, I am still only a fragile human – against the window of the shower. Since we've been together, Derek has made adjustments to some rooms, including the bathroom. For me, without me asking him anything. How not to be crazy about this gruff man who seems always angry and grumpy but sexy ? His body molds into my back, and his striking erection slips between my ass but he does nothing to penetrate me. I know from his smile against my shoulder, that he is not done with me. On the glass wall, my hands are very apprehensive, but in a good way.
« Do you want us to get out of the shower ? » he asks me in his hoarse voice that immediately makes my ass stick a little more against him.
« No, cleary not ! » My voice is no more than jerky gasping. « Derek, please ! »
The words hang in my throat.
« Do you feel like it, Stiles ? » His hands are on my butt. « You want me to do it, baby ? Do you want me to use my tongue ? »
« Yes, do it ! » I beg him. « Derek... »
He bites my shoulder, then, his mouth dots my back to the hollow of my spine. I spread my legs a little to give more access to Derek, who uses his tongue to prepare me. It's only been two months since we're having sex, but after the first I love you, we became a little more tactile. The beginning of our relationship has been quite slow. Derek didn't want to put pressure on me. He just invited me out, we called each other every night and when there were the meetings of the pack, he kept me next to him, without excluding me. I was the first to tell him, those two little words that changed everything, without waiting for him to tell me in return, but he did. From that moment on, the simple kisses on the mouth became real hot kisses and Derek's hands became more enterprising. And mine too. However, he was still waiting for my agreement, which I gave him without difficulty. Sex has amplified everything, and I don't want to change anything. Everything is a novelty, with Derek. Even at this very moment. His tongue leaves my anus, and he spanks me, which tears me a moan of pleasure. His body molds back to mine, and his right hand sneaks over my belly, then lower to wrap my penis in his wide palm. I'm about to come, but Derek takes off his hand, and he pushes one finger into me, then a second, and a third. My body is so familiar with this sensation that it moves instinctively, and I push back to accentuate my man's digital penetrations. I'm almost certain that I've ejaculated, but I have my eyes closed and I don't care. Derek's fingers pull away, and he penetrates me from his sex. My head goes back as he puts his hands on mine, flat on the glass wall of the shower. He grunts, and gives me a first thrust that would have made me take off if I was not stuck between him and the glass. I beg him to go faster, and he grunts again before speeding up. One of his hands free me to wrap it around my waist, and I take the opportunity to grab Derek's hair. Taller than me, I just have to turn my head so that his mouth swallows mine. He spreads in me in a guttural cry, and I come in return.
« Damn... » I swear between my teeth.
Derek shares my feelings by smiling against my mouth.
We get out of the shower after really washing ourselves, and he takes special care to dry me. Damn it, he can be very caring ! In simple underpants and a hoodie, I join Derek – who wears only one underpants – in the kitchen where he makes us two hot chocolates, new proof of his romantic side that is only intended for me and that he hides under his snuffy air. He sees from my smile that I am making fun of him a little bit because he rolls his eyes and puts a cup in front of me. When we started dating, he only asked me one thing, and that was to never, oh never, talk about his romantic side in front of others. This side of his personality was entirely reserved for me. I did not think long before I made that promise to him. When we're not alone, he's demonstrative by taking my hand in his or by taking me in his arms from behind, but it stops there. Even his smiles are only for me. There remains the Derek that Scott and I met in the woods, the first time. If only they knew, all of them.
« Thank you ! » I say before drinking a sip of the drink.
« It's past midnight. » he said to me as he drove me into the space where there is the bed.
Which by the way, is in the middle of the loft. Where do the pack meetings take place ? Well at my house, which does not bother my father at all. Derek goes to stuff his cupboard – I forced his hand to buy one, by the way – and comes back to me with a gift package. He puts it on the table. I waste no time and tear the paper around it.
« Damn ! »
It's stronger than me, it had to come out. This madman bought me a laptop, a MacBook, to be exact.
« But... »
« You keep complaining that you can't watch a movie in bed, because you have an office computer. » Derek hugs me from behind. « Now you can fit into your bed, and have your computer with you. I could even watch a movie with you when I slip into your room. »
« Wow ! » I turn in his arms and kiss him. « Thank you ! I can't find anything else to say, except thank you, and that I love you. »
« That's enough for me ! »
« Now your turn, open your gift ! » I sincerely hope he will like what I took for him. « I know you already have one, but when I saw it I immediately flashed on it. »
He removes the lid from the box, spreads the paper that covers the leather jacket that I bought him a few weeks earlier. It's sober, with just pockets on the bottom, and a zipper. Nothing more. Derek tries it right away before turning to me. Holy shit, my underpants get too small, all of a sudden.
« You, uh, it fits you very well. »
I scrape my throat. Oh, I'm starting to get hot, and it has nothing to do with the heating that's pushed to the bottom so that the little human that I am doesn't catch cold. I like when Derek wears black, but seeing him wearing leather has a funny effect on me.
« Do you like it ? » I ask, trying to appear as detached as possible.
« Yes, it's great. » Derek slips his hand around my waist and kisses me. « Thank you, and I love you too. »
« I know you already have a jacket in... » He kisses me. « ... and that it was your... » One more kiss. « Should I shut up ? »
« Yes, that would be cool. » He makes his red eyes glow. « Merry Christmas, Stiles, and thank you. This is the first time since my family is no longer here, that I feel really good. It's thanks to you. »
« If only the others could hear you talk to me like that. » I tease him.
It's stronger than me.
« I'd rather avoid it, » he tells me. « It would bother me to have to kill the members of my pack. »
« And it would damage your reputation as a bad boy. » I admit by sticking more against him. « And I love when you do your Grumpy. »
« Stiles... » he grumbles.
« Take me to bed ! »
...
Christmas Day !
I wake up with the smell of cookies. And also because my stomach is crying out for food. I rub my eyes, push back the blankets and dress up in my underpants and sweatshirt. I'm lucky, Derek didn't get them damaged when he undressed me. My Grumpy man is making progress. Many of my t-shirts ended up in tatters because Mr. Alpha did not have the patience to undress me properly. I get dressed, and I quickly go to the bathroom before going to the kitchen. Ah, Derek put on a jog. It molds his ass so much that he could have stayed naked. I sneak behind him, without bothering to try to surprise him – it would be useless, he must have heard me as soon as I got up from bed – and I hug him. Yes, I can be a real softy too. In fact, I am when I am with Derek as he is with me. With him, my ADHD is more restricted. I put my mouth on his tattoo between his shoulder blades, and I draw each line before stopping on his neck.
« Hello, Grumpy ! »
« Hello ! » He faces me and kisses me to make me lose my mind. « Slept well ? »
« Always when you're with me. » I answer, before adding, a little teasing : « Especially after coming three times in less than two hours. »
« Three times, are you sure ? » He lifts me up and sits me on the kitchen table. « I would have thought it was more than that. »
« Yes, you took your time with me. » And I love it when he makes me languish like he did last night. « It was great. »
« Do you want to do it again ? » he suggests, burying his face in my neck.
« Yes, when I'd have eaten, because I'm hungry. » I cling to his shoulders as he bites me. When he bites me, he is always very careful to do it only with his human teeth. It would no longer fail for him to transform me without my agreement. « But maybe we should – well, maybe I should keep my strength for our anniversary. Something tells me that you don't intend to let me sleep much that night. »
I feel him smiling against my skin, and I know I've been aiming for it.
« Speaking of our anniversary… » He looks at me. « Do we have to go to the little grasshopper of Lydia ? »
« You may be the Alpha, but you really want to upset your cousin, a banshee and a huntress like Allison ? » I ask him, very seriously. He frowns. « We will go until eleven, and we will come back to lock ourselves up in the loft until the next day. In addition, I bought a great outfit for the occasion, and the girls said that the pants made me a hell of an ass. Don't you want to see me in it ? »
« I'm going to act as if I hadn't heard this last point, and you're going to swear to me that at eleven we will get out of the party. » he told me.
« I promise ! » I grab his hair and slide my tongue over his lips, pulling out a grunt from him. I get off the table, grab a cookie and stuff it in my mouth while turning my back on Derek. « Um, so good ! »
I barely took a step out of the kitchen when Derek grabbed my wrist and brought me back to him.
« Don't push me ! » he scolds.
« It looks like I just did. » I put my hand flat on his erection without looking away from his eyes. « Hi, in there ! We go back to bed, Grumpy ? »
« You have to stop calling me that. » he warned me.
« Why ? » I crunch the cookie. « It suits you well. »
He goes to talk, but I put the rest of the cookie in his mouth and I distance myself from him. He has no choice but to chew and swallow the biscuit. I take off my sweatshirt, and throw it in his face before running, but Derek catches up with me in five seconds and I'm pressed against one of the beams. It's icy, but the look my Grumpy throws at me makes me forget it and I wrap a leg around his waist as he puts his mouth against mine. I just had the best Christmas of my life. It is the first that I spend by being in a relationship, and in love. Ok, it's with a werewolf, but we don't care, right ?
Part 3 will be translate soon. I hope !
Take care of you !