A/N: Hello people! Thank you for your continued interest in my story. I'm a little sad that it's almost over (one more chapter to go). I've had such a blast writing it and it's great that many of you have found it a fun/funny read. Anyway, without further adieu, here is part 6!

Reminder: This is a rated M fic y'all.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Derek sprinkled the last bit of cheese on the lasagna before it went into the oven. It was movie night tonight and they usually made lasagna ̶ actually, three huge, pyrex trays of lasagna since Derek could demolish an entire rack by himself. Kit insisted movie night happen every few weeks with just himself, Lauren and the four teenagers ̶ no guests. They would rent a couple of movies, make dinner and just hangout. Kit wasn't a strict father but scheduled family time was to be taken very seriously and Derek suspected that almost losing Simon and himself, then reuniting with a long, lost daughter, made his dad more sentimental ̶ nostalgic even. It was really a night for the parental figures to catch up and bond with the kids.

Derek was busy finishing up in the kitchen, while Tori washed the dishes and the others were mingling around, already done with their own dinner duties. As he placed a sheet of foil on the lasagna, he heard a familiar giggle and looked over to find Chloe leaning over the couch, chatting with her aunt and it was the perfect angle for him to check her out. His eyes quickly roamed the curve of her shoulder, down the arch of her back and, finally, lingered on the cute swell of her ass. What I wouldn't do with just 20 min ̶ He heard a throat clear and Tori sidled up next to him, drying off her wet hands.

"I can only guess what's going on with you and Chloe, but...I'd rather not," she said in a low voice. "However, you really need to check the panty-melting starefest you've got going on with her ass. I mean, seriously."

He glanced her way and sighed heavily. "Go away, Tori," he grumbled.

"I'm just saying," she said, undeterred. "The tension between you two is out of control and it won't be long until dad and Lauren notice."

Derek's gaze flicked towards Chloe and Lauren who were both giggling at something his dad said. He was still feeling a little tense around Lauren since the "pill" conversation with Chloe a few days ago. Thankfully, Lauren didn't act any differently around him.

"I mean, it seems like you're a second away from humping her leg or something," she whispered.

He groaned. Ah, Tori...Lovely and classy as always. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away.

"It's a miracle they haven't caught on yet," she continued relentlessly. "I'm sure they're too distracted by their weird, old-person crush they got going on with each other."

"What?" he said, shocked. Dad and Lauren? What? Oh...God.

"You haven't noticed?" she said in disbelief. She stared at him, her eyes wide, then shook her head and muttered "boys" under her breath. "Listen, all I'm saying is, you really need to figure out someth ̶ "

"No shit, Tori," he growled.

"Whatever, Derek," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm just letting you know that it's getting pretty obvious to anyone paying attention, that you really want to ̶ " she paused and wrinkled her nose, "mate with your mate."

He grimaced. "Okay, I don't know what's more disturbing, you talking to me about sex, or you uttering the lamest sentence of all time. Mate with your mate? Really?"

"Lame?" she said, pretending to be insulted. "I've been waiting, like, forever to say that."

"Bye, Tori," he said, glaring at her.

"Fine," she said, raising her hands. "Believe it or not, I'm just trying to help," she added, before sauntering away.

Derek knew she was right, to a certain extent. It was only a matter of time before his dad was aware of the change in Derek's attention towards Chloe ̶ the intensity had increased by a million percent. He practically panted like an eager puppy when she was around him. If his dad even suspected what was going on in his son's mind, it would make a difficult situation impossible, and Derek couldn't have that.

And they needed to be more careful. Yesterday, in the garage, when Chloe and Derek were clearing the last of the groceries from the van, he leaned in for a quick kiss ̶ it turned into a full blown make-out session. They were all but dry-humping against the van when Simon strolled in, startling Chloe so bad, Derek was worried she might pass out. Mortified, Simon stammered multiple apologies and Chloe was blushing so hard, the whites of her eyes seemed to glow ̶ and Derek...well, he was just frustrated.

Yes, I need to figure something out.

He already had several plans formulated, he just needed to discuss them with Chloe. He knew she wanted him just as badly but he still worried about being too presumptuous ̶ he didn't want her to feel pressured in any way.

"What was that about?" Simon asked, wandering into the kitchen. He nodded at Tori as he headed straight to the fridge.

"Nothing," Derek mumbled.

"Riiiiight." Simon drawled, grabbing a soda. "Was it about Chloe?" He looked at Derek expectantly.

"You know," Derek said, regarding his brother closely, "you and Tori kinda look alike when you're being nosy."

Simon grabbed his heart like it was in pain. "Why do gotta be mean, bro?" Simon smirked.

"Shut up and put the lasagna in the oven," Derek said, smiling.

The high-pitched beeping of a pager pierced through the chatter in the dining room. They were almost finished with dinner when Lauren's pager went off. She wasn't on call but apparently the hospital was unusually overwhelmed tonight and she volunteered to help ease the workload for a few hours.

As Derek watched his dad walk Lauren to the door, he tried to see if there was any truth to what Tori said. He seemed to detect a slight nervousness between them and that was enough of a confirmation to seriously hurt his brain. I don't want to know...it's too weird. Looking away, he unintentionally caught Tori's eye, she raised her eyebrows with an expression that clearly said, "duh."

His dad rejoined them at the table. "Okay, kids," he said, rubbing his hands together like he was warming them up. "What movie do you want to watch first? Blow 'em up or romantic comedy?"

They watched the action movie first, with Chloe and Simon adding their sporadic commentary. Sitting on the floor, Tori would glare up at them at every comment, sometimes adding an exasperated, "Do you mind?"

Derek was careful not to get too cozy with Chloe on the couch. His conversation with Tori was still fresh in his mind and he knew if Chloe's soft, little body was curled up next to him, he would either unconsciously grope her or start hyperventilating.

By the time they started the second movie, Simon was passed out on the recliner and Derek had decided he would rather listen to his brother's loud snoring than the utterly dumb dialogue of this so-called comedy. They were roughly half-way through the movie when the hospital called Kit. The ER had had calmed down but there was still an overflow of paperwork from tonight's activity.

"Alright, kids. I just need to head on over to the hospital," Kit explained quietly, so he wouldn't wake up Simon. "It won't take long, I just need to sign a few papers." They said their goodbyes in unison as Kit left. After about twenty minutes, Tori yawned and stretched dramatically.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm super beat," she said, getting up. "And I still need to call Justin tonight."

She ambled over to Simon. "Okay, Mr. Lumberjack, I think these kids would like to hear the movie and not listen to you saw logs all night." She lugged him to his feet.

"Wha ̶ " he said sleepily.

"C'mon, Sleeping Beauty," she said, dragging him along. As she walked by, Derek swore he saw her give Chloe a conspiratory wink.

I guess I'm not the only one with a wingman.

He was so grateful to Tori, he could've jumped up and hugged her. They were alone. Finally! Derek wasn't sure how much time they had, but judging from his past experiences, he knew the probability of a horrifically, annoying interruption was high. However, he really didn't have the energy or time to care at the moment.

He peered over at Chloe, the light from the TV flickering across her pretty face. His fingers brushed her arm and she smiled at him, shy and sweet.

"C'mere," he whispered, his hand hooking into the crook of her elbow.

She scooted closer to him as his eyes followed the delicate blush spreading across her cheeks, throat and further down past her pendant. He could feel the energy buzzing between them and his heart quickened it's pace.

He gently pulled her towards him and when her body melted into his, he felt the overwhelming sense of excitement and relief and arousal. Wrapping his arms around her, he nestled his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent seemed to burn through his body ̶ so hot and sweet ̶ and he already felt himself straining painfully against his jeans.

His lips swept over her jaw, finding her mouth and he kissed her deeply, his tongue tasting her own. Her soft, supple body pressed firmly against the side of his chest. They were gasping as their hands roamed over each other, their moist breaths clinging to their lips. Derek didn't know how long they kissed but he was beginning to feel the overpowering need to take things to next level.

His hands ducked under her shirt, drifting across her soft skin. Chloe mimicked his movements, her hand grazing his bare skin, moving along the smooth, muscular slope of his stomach. Then, unexpectedly, her hand made a downward detour ̶ palming the large bulge in front of his jeans. He gasped in surprise. He felt her fumble with the buttons of his jeans and he placed his hand over hers, stilling her movements.

"Chloe," he breathed. "Are you...You don't have ̶ "

She swallowed hard. "I know," she whispered nervously.

She kissed his cheek and resumed unbuttoning his jeans, spreading his fly wide open. With a trembling hand, she reached into his boxers and Derek felt the exquisite touch of her cool fingers tentatively freeing him. She stared down at his erection with huge, round eyes as her fingertips gently skimmed the hot skin. He watched, entranced, as her hand drift upwards and when she caressed the very tip of him, his entire body stiffened and he struggled to stifle a moan.

"The skin is soft," she murmured, sounding surprised. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. "Really soft," she added.

Her eyes darted downwards again and he could see she was starting to look worried, maybe even a little terrified. He glanced down at her hand, wrapped around him and understood why. In his mind, he didn't think he was freakishly big, just proportionate to the rest of him ̶ of course, the rest of him was massive. But peering down at her tiny hand encircling him, he looked so ridiculously huge, it was almost comical.

She was still staring ̶ really staring ̶ and he was starting to feel self-conscious. He realized, a little slowly, that she had never seen this part of him before and he was beginning to feel shy. Maybe she had caught a glimpse during his Changes but it was always dark and he was sure sneaking glances at his boy parts, when he sprouting fur, was the last thing on her mind. He figured if it wasn't for her soft touches he probably would've shriveled under her intense scrutiny.

Then, abruptly, her expression changed. Her features settling into a look of pure determination ̶ eyes firm, mouth tight, jaw set. Derek knew this expression well, he'd seen it every time she faced a fear.

He was a little puzzled at first, until she licked her lips and shifted closer to his lap, then he realized what she was going to do. Oh shit! My girl's going to put her mouth on me. Thank you God, the teenage boy part of him screamed. But the protective, responsible side of him felt differently. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable or fearful of something so intimate. He wanted her to want it ̶ desire it. And he wanted to say as much but he was completely frozen ̶ unable to move ̶ his eyes transfixed on her descending mouth.

It seemed to take forever for her to touch him but when he felt the initial brush of her lips, he wanted to melt right into the couch. He sucked in his breath as he felt her lips slowly part ̶ her breath hot ̶ and his heart rate skyrocketed. When she drew him into her mouth, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. Oh...Holy...Jesus. He couldn't believe how soft and warm and wet her mouth was. Nothing should feel this good.

His hands curled and uncurled, wanting to grab a hold of something, but he was unsure of placing them on Chloe's head. He worried he might accidentally yank her hair, or worse, unconsciously shove her head downwards. But if his hands stayed on the couch, there was a good chance he'd rip the stuffing right out of the cushions. Instead, he ran his fingers through his own hair, roughly grabbing a fistful and hung on for dear life.

His breathing faltered as the feathery touch of her mouth moved around him slowly ̶ experimentally. Trying to stay quiet, he had to clench his jaw tight, but he couldn't contain the soft growl rippling through his chest. So many thoughts ̶ Oh God, so awesome...I fucking love this girl...I might cry if she stops ̶ were rifling in his mind, as all his senses were concentrated on the silky sensation of her lips and tongue, his pelvis moving slighty to a silent, slow rhythm.

He could tell she was getting more comfortable ̶ confident ̶ in her movements, taking him a little deeper into her mouth, then pulling back, until she was at the tip, then doing it over again, following the subtle motion of his body. When she started applying the slightest amount of suction ̶ Oh Christ! ̶ he knew a few more minutes of this, he would be done for. He felt the familiar build up of pressure rolling into the base of his spine as his body began readying itself for his climax. A hazy thought sprung up in his mind, he didn't think Chloe would like it he just released in her mouth and was about to warn her, but when he felt the gentle scrape of her teeth as she took him in further, his mind went completely blank.

His heart was pounding in his ears, his chest heaving, body trembling ̶ Almost...God...Almost ̶ then he heard the loud motor of the garage door opener. Nonononononofuckno! He was vaguely aware of Chloe hastily buttoning his jeans and yanking his shirt down. He was nearly tearing his hair out. You've got to be motherfucking kidding me! He wanted to throw the TV through the window or rip the couch in half or start crying like a baby. NO!

Chloe was talking to him but he didn't hear her. All he could see was her lovely mouth moving teasingly in front of him. She shook him gently, getting his attention.

"We should probably look like we've been dozing," Chloe whispered, looking concerned. He knew he probably looked crazy and wild-eyed, so he simply nodded, he was sure his brain wouldn't be able to devise words.

The next few minutes were an utter blur. His dad came in, thinking he had just woke them up, and informed Chloe that her aunt was on her way to pick her up in a few moments. Derek could barely process the conversation as he slumped on the couch. He knew he looked distracted and he hoped his dad would assume he was tired. Then he was kissing Chloe goodbye on the cheek and unhappily watching her retreating form. He exchanged a quick goodnight to his dad, before heading to bed.

Simon's snores greeted him when entered their room. Flopping onto his bed, he was so frustrated, he seriously wanted to break something ̶ preferably a very, big something. A visual of Chloe popped into his mind ̶ of her neck, her face, her amazing lips ̶ he groaned in annoyance, he was still uncomfortably hard. A shower was an absolute necessity tonight, but he doubt it would be enough.

Maybe I should go for a run and blow off some steam.

Then, suddenly, an idea crashed over him ̶ he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. He figured he was either a complete idiot for not seeing such an obvious solution, or he was a freaking genius for coming up with something so simple that it was absolutely brilliant.

He hastily threw on a pair of dark sweats, a hoodie and sneakers as he felt the surge of adrenaline rush through his limbs. His heart was pounding so hard from excitement, he thought it might crack a rib. He pulled his hood over his head and crawled out his window. A single thought replaying repeatedly in his mind...

...Tonight, I'm sneaking into Chloe's room.

Ah, Derek, don't we love how his brain works (his brain is hot!). I'm ridiculously busy this week but I will update soon, it probably won't be my usual less-than-a-week update, more like a week and a couple of days. Plus, this is the last chapter and I'm going to really put a ton of brainpower into it (sadly, I don't have much, but that's ok). I just want to make part 7, the best it can be!

Also, this is only time I'll ask this (maybe) but since it's the second to the last chapter I feel it's ok to bug you guys a little. Please let me know what you think of my story so far (review or PM), would just like to know my readers thoughts about my story. Thank you!