A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you all for taking time to follow my story, and a big, fat hug to my reviewers who's supportive words have lit a fire under my ass to make me write a little faster. I've been so busy with life and writing that I haven't been able to read any fanfiction myself, so hopefully I'll get a chance to this week. But I wasn't kidding when I said I was slow at this writing business (it's like watching paint dry). However, I'm still making the commitment to update each chapter in less than week at a time. *fingers crossed* So, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own DP and never will.

Derek's heart picked up a beat, as he realized the opportunity he'd been praying for, had just fell into his lap. He swallowed hard. He tried to keep the look of desperation from his face ̶ he really did ̶ but he knew he was failing miserably. His entire body buzzed with excitement and his fingers itched to touch Chloe.

He looked over at her, her eyes wide and big, a slow blush creeping over her neck and cheeks. For a moment, they were frozen, until she cleared her throat and stammered, "D-D-Do you want to go to my ̶ " Her voice snapped him out of his stupor and he grabbed her hand and hauled her upstairs.

Chloe's bedroom was the only room upstairs ̶ a tiny bathroom attached to it. It used to be an attic, so the walls came down at an angle and Derek almost banged his head twice in his haste.

He swept her up and kissed her hard, as her small arms wrapped around his neck. He felt breathless with urgency. He knew they didn't have a lot of time, so sex wasn't an option. Derek didn't want their first time to be hectic and rushed, but he did want to see and touch and kiss parts of her hadn't before.

I just want to make her feel good.

Still clutching her, he stumbled towards the bed, dropping them both down onto the creaky mattress. Laying on his side, he pulled her closer, trailing his lips along her throat. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her luscious smell ̶ sweet, fresh and earthy. He was already rock-hard and couldn't help pressing himself into her.

He felt hot, almost feverish as his hands moved swiftly over her body. Chloe whimpered, her breath warm against his ear, her legs entangled with his. The warm, softness of her body nestled into him, making his head spin. He groaned and rubbed harder against her, his fingers digging into her hips.

He felt frenzied and desperate, and he struggled to calm his frantic hands. This wasn't like the van, when his movements were slow and deliberate ̶ so careful not to scare her. He worried he may be too intense ̶ that his fast, aggressive movements would overwhelm her. He fought to restrain his excitement, and just when he was about to pull back, Chloe breathed out a loud, sexy moan ̶ the same moan he heard in the van. God, I love that sound.

He marveled at how his sweet, quiet girl could become a noisy, little vixen in a matter of minutes. Grasping the back of her neck, he pulled her into a rough kiss, his other hand clutching her ass. Chloe fumbled with his shirt, tugging it over his head. He followed suit, yanking off her sweater, revealing a plain, black tank top ̶ the way her top fit, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Oh, thank you Jesus!

As if taking off her top would've wasted precious time, he simply pushed it over her breasts, inhaling sharply as he stared at her. She was exquisite, her breasts were petite and creamy and perfect. He couldn't quite believe that someone so lovely could be his.

Tentatively, his fingers brushed the tender swell of her breast, marveling at how soft she was. He lowered his head and gave her nipple a light, feathery lick. Gasping, her hands clutched his shoulders. He moved his mouth more firmly over her flesh, drawing her nipple into his mouth, his tongue tasting her skin. She gasped again, followed by a shaky moan. He moved to her other breast, his hands kneading and cupping, giving it the same sweet attention.

She shifted against him, arms snaking around his neck, before burying her fingers in his hair. Derek felt her naked skin, so velvety warm, slide across his bare chest and shoulders as one of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her scent intensified, informing the wolf part of his brain how ready she was ̶ how willing, and his erection throbbed in response.

Automatically, his hand slid down her soft stomach, quickly unfastening her jeans. His fingers moved under the waistband, grazing over the cottony material of her underwear. Chloe whimpered as the tips of his fingers slowly traced the outline of her delicate flesh in gentle, languid movements. He nuzzled her breasts as his touch drifted downwards until he reached damp fabric. Finding the edge of her panties, his fingertips slipped inside them, and a breathy sound rattled in Chloe's throat as he pushed one, long finger into her soft, thick warmth.

Christ, she feels amazing.

He couldn't describe it if he tried, but he was amazed at how firmly her silky insides molded around his finger. He couldn't help imagining her sweet softness wrapped around his unyielding hardness, as he continued to move inside her in long, tender strokes. "You're so wet, Chloe," Derek growled. "And tight." God, so tight.

He sensed a thought tickling the back of his mind, something that had been troubling him. Then it came to him ̶ how unpleasant the first time is for girls. In fact, judging how snug she was and the sheer size of him fully hard ̶ it was easy to conclude it would be quite painful for her. Suddenly, he felt uncertain. He wanted their first time to be incredible, he was sure it would be for him, but the thought of Chloe having to endure it, to be in considerable discomfort, worried him. Maybe I could help...prepare her.

He pulled his finger out a little, then slowly slipped a second finger inside her. He watched her face closely, trying to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were squeezed tight, eyebrows furrowed, an alluring blush spread from her checks to her breasts. "So pretty," he murmured.

He pushed a little deeper, feeling the subtle barrier just past her entrance. He didn't feel it before, most likely because one finger could easily slip past it. He shifted his fingers forward, noticing it stretch a little. He heard her sharp intake of breath, her eyes fluttering open.

"Are you okay? Does that hurt?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"No...just a little strange." she replied, looking at him with big eyes.

"I can stop," and he began moving his hand away.

"N-No. Just go slow."

He agreed, gradually moving deeper. She sighed and he immediately stopped, still worrying about hurting her.

"Deeper, Derek," she moaned, her hips squirming against his hand. The movement caused his fingers to twitch and her inner muscles clenched in response. He groaned. Jesus, I didn't know she could do that.

The were both gasping for breath. Derek was so hard, he could feel his heartbeat pounding in his erection. Chloe was looking at him, lips parted, her face infused with pleasure. Her scent was so strong, he could taste it in the back of his throat ̶ sharp and sweet.

His eyes flicked to the bedside clock. He had roughly fifteen minutes left and there was something else he wanted to try. Gently pulling his fingers free, he removed his hand from her jeans.

"No...don't stop." she protested in a soft voice.

"Don't worry, stopping is the last thing on my mind, Chloe." He leaned in and gave her a searing kiss, before rolling back on his knees, his hands resting on her waistband of her jeans. "I want to...see you." he said hesitantly.

Her eyes widened at his request and a small sound escaped her mouth. She gave him a tiny nod and lifted her hips. Quickly, he shed her jeans and underwear in one smooth movement. She was practically naked before him ̶ with just her tank top bunched above her breasts and her sparkly pendant resting against her collarbone.

He stared, mouth open. He knew he probably looked like an idiot but he couldn't help it. All he could see was her glorious face and breasts and thighs. Her legs were drawn up, knees bent and pressed together. He rested his hands between her knees and ̶ with a shaky breath ̶ slowly parted them, spreading her wide before him.

He knew the basics of female anatomy, he had taken a few health classes over again when he changed schools, but nothing prepared him for this ̶ this being Chloe.

He was staring again. His eyes drawn to the most intimate part of her, the luscious area between her thighs. It was exotic and delicate and strangely beautiful. He felt himself throb and strain against his jeans. The wolf was pawing at the surface, every instinct screaming to bury himself deep inside her.

I won't, but ̶ fuck ̶ I want to.

He felt Chloe shift a little and his eyes flashed to her face. She gave him a shy, self-conscious look, her hands drifting to her stomach, as if to cover herself. He wanted to reassure her but the only thing his brain could formulate was a whispered, "Wow." It seemed to ease her anxiety because she gave him a small smile.

Leaning in closer to her, his hands slid up her legs, thumbs brushing the tender skin of her inner thighs.

"So soft," he mumbled to himself.

Chloe was completely still. She seemed to be holding her breath as her eyes locked onto the slow migration of his hands. He stopped when his fingers touched soft hair. His eyes zeroed in on the sensitive, little spot ̶ the part of woman's body that makes her feel so good.

He couldn't believe it. He was going to fulfill one of his biggest fantasies. He half expected some kind of interruption ̶ maybe Simon coming home or Lauren bursting through the door or the house catching on fire. But none came. Thank God.

Heart racing, he inched closer and licked his lips in anticipation. Her scent washed over him ̶ so potent, it left him shivering with goosebumps even though he was burning up. His fingertips gently spread her lips apart and he went in with a long, slow taste. Chloe's entire body almost sprang off the bed, her startled cry drowning out the growl rattling in Derek's chest. She twisted and squirmed as his tongue explored and probed every part of her sex. She made raspy, little sounds and her hands grasped at her comforter.

Derek thought this was, by far, the most erotic moment of his life. It was so much better than he could've possibly imagined ̶ her feel, her scent, her taste ̶ all of it was incredible. Her soft, primal sounds and the way her body moved against his mouth directed him to what she liked. Eventually, he began working that sweet, fleshy spot ̶ his tongue matching the pace her hips set.

Suddenly, Chloe's breathing changed and she grew quiet. He was about to stop and ask her if he was doing it right when she breathed, "God, yes... just like that, Derek...so close."

To say he was surprised would've been an understatement. He was about to give Chloe an orgasm on his first try. He couldn't believe it. He was excited and proud at his limited, but clearly competent skills. He felt his ego swell, then he felt something else swell, very uncomfortably, in his pants. He was so hard at this point, it hurt ̶ but at the moment, he didn't care. I'm about to get my girl off. This is the best day of my life.

Chloe's breathing was coming out in ragged gasps, her body straining and tense. And just when Derek thought she was right on the edge, he heard something that made his heart jump...

...Lauren's jeep had just pulled into the driveway.

Oh fuck!

Those poor kids, will they ever NOT be interrupted? Maybe, maybe not. You'll get closer to that answer in less than a week!