Before I'd realized what had happened, I stood directly in front of him, waiting for him to make a move. He leaned down and separated my lips with his, electricity running through my body at the skin-to-skin contact. I moaned against his mouth as he pulled my body against him by the small of my back. I could feel every inch of him against me, as I let my hand trail down to his belt buckle and pull him closer against me. His hands trailed down, over my butt and down to my thighs as he lifted me up in his arms. Instantly I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he carried me over to the bed. He laid down, hovering slightly over me as we lay on the bed. My blood rushed in my head, making me deliciously warm and dizzy- everything fuzzy on around the edges. I bit his bottom lip, before my lips melted back against his. I couldn't hold back the moan that passed my lips at the feel of his hands sliding over my ribs,- just under the bottom hem of my bra- and around to my back side. They slid under my shirt, warm and inviting as he pulled my back toward his chest, his lips moving down from mine to the hollow of my throat. He slowly made his way down to my cleavage, one of his hands brushing against my naval. Just as his hands had begun to push up the bottom hem of my shirt, I noted the sound of the basement door opening and closing, along with Isaac's scent. I sighed, as he realized that Isaac was here, sitting up on the bed. I sat up slowly, listening to the sound of Isaac's footsteps. He knocked on the door before entering. "Hi." He said simply, looking down for a moment. "I thought you'd gone to Erica's?" I asked gently, seeing that something was obviously wrong. But he was obviously reluctant to talk about it. "Na, I was just walking her home. Make sure nothing happened in case Jackson decided to make an appearance." He explained. I nodded, as realization hit him about what he just walked in on. "I'll, be in the subway car." He said, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sighed, falling back onto the bed for a moment. I ran a hand through my hair. Should I stay a virgin for now- well obviously. But that was only the overly logical part of my brain talking. The other part that was under the spell of the full moon was saying screw you to the logical part of my brain. But then there was my heart- my heart that was hopelessly in love with Derek. No matter what the logical part of my brain said was right or wrong. I glanced over at the floor where the blanket lay in a heap- I had dropped it when we started making out. I grinned to myself for a moment, gently touching my bottom lip where his touch still burned in my skin. I got up to get the blanket, spreading it out over the comforter. "Shall we?" I ask, crawling under the sheets. He follows my lead, and I curl up with my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me protectively.
I woke up on my own for once. Not to the blinding light of the sun from my window. Not because Louise had to get me up. Not eve due to my phone alarm. I sat up slightly, looking around and remembering that I was in Derek's room. Alone with him. I glanced down at him. Somehow in the middle of the night, we'd ended up in the spooning position, his arm hugging me around my waist. I watched his sleeping face- for once he seemed at peace. Calm. It was a rare moment for him, I was sure. But slowly, he stirred, and then his eyes fluttered open. He was awake. "Hi." I murmured, looking down on him as he glanced up at me from under his long eyelashes. He sat up, leaning on his arm. Suddenly his face was less than an inch from mine, and his scent was wrapping around me in darkly inviting spindles. I leaned forward, my lips meeting his and causing an apparently mutual electric shock. He wound his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to him. His eyelashes brushed against the side of my cheek as I leaned in, letting myself fall under whatever spell he had set upon me.
I let one hand trail up from his arm to his shoulder, around to the nape of his neck where my fingers worked into his soft, night black hair. Suddenly I was up in the air with my legs around his waist, -kind of like last night- except I was pushed between a wall, and Derek's hard body. Slowly, I let my legs drop to the floor as we stood there, locked in a kiss. His hands roamed over to the small of my back, pulling me against him. I hooked a finger inside his belt and pulled him to me provocatively, as he leaned his forehead against mine for a moment. His breath rushed over my skin, cool and warm all at the same time. I leaned up for a moment, gently biting his bottom lip before releasing it. Every part of me was tingling with a building, -blinding- fire, set from the simple fact that he was pressed completely against me. I wanted him. Now, more than ever. I undid one of the buttons at the bottom of my plaid button-up shirt, watching his expression. His eyes were intense with his piercing gaze as he watched me carefully. I knew we couldn't…- it's just… IT, just couldn't happen. But… who was to say we couldn't come close to it?
His hand trailed to the barely exposed skin of my stomach, making lazy circles there with his thumb- around and over the surface of my naval. I leaned up and kissed him gently, tasting his lips as he pressed his hips against mine, suggesting that he understood my innuendo. It was a painful kind of pleasure to feel, knowing that while we wouldn't actually do what we both wanted to, this right here felt almost just as good. I bent my knee slightly, letting my leg slide in between his as they became tangled with one another. I could just barely make out the low sound of a primal, hungry growl coming from Derek's chest. A moment later we parted for a breath, both of us breathing raggedly. I glanced up at him where he leaned his forehead against mine, and saw that his eyes were glowing an icy shade of blue, no doubt due to his wolf-side. He noticed me looking at him, and met my gaze for a moment. He blinked, looking down at me. I leaned up and kissed the side of his jaw, leading a gentle trail up to the space just beneath his ear. I drew in a breath as his hand moved up slightly from it's previous position against my naval. "Hmmm. God I want you." I murmured into his ear, pulling back to see into his eyes. His expression was one of absolute and unconditional lust. My entire body went rigid as one of his hands grazed the inside of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans.
His lips met the hollow of my throat, gentle and warm. His tongue just barely skimmed the skin there, and I couldn't help the moan that raced from my lips as I let my head fall to the side and I arched my back against him. I could feel my body become tight with heat and tension as his hands pushed against the hem of my shirt. Only then- in our highest moment of sexual tension- did I hear the footsteps. Isaac's footsteps most likely. I sighed at the feeling of his lips moving a steady trail down to my half exposed cleavage. But the footsteps seemed hell bent on gathering my attention. I knew he heard them too, when he stopped, standing up straight and glancing over at the door. "Looks like we aren't the only ones who are awake." I muttered, looking up at him. He exhaled in response- his lips set in a tight line. "C'mon." He said, heading for the door. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to me one last time. I leaned up and kissed him, his hands pulling me against him for the moment- until we parted. He walked over to the door and turned the knob, holding it open for me as I walked into the room. Isaac stood against the wall, watching as Erica walked down the stairs with Boyd following close behind. I glanced over at Isaac, who's eyebrows came together in a partial frown. His lips were set in a tight line and his eyes were steely, and cold. Uh-oh.
I headed over to the wall and picked up my bow-which I had picked up on the way to Lydia's from the forest point in the woods last night. Maybe I should have taken it with me to Jackson's house. But then again, killing him wasn't apart of the plan. And unless that was the goal, it wouldn't have been any use to me. I set it back against the wall after a moment of silence between all of us. Finally I looked up at them as Erica and Boyd chatted away in a corner of the room. I looked over at Isaac, who watched them intently. Derek had disappeared somewhere inside the subway car. "I'm gonna go home and change. Then I'm gonna go talk to Deaton." I said, as Erica and Boyd looked up at me. "I'll go with you." Isaac said, and I turned to look at him. "Make sure Jackson doesn't show up." He explained. Suddenly there was a desperate look in his eyes, and I knew he need to talk to me about something. I nodded, leading the way up the steps.
As we started to walk toward my house, I glanced over at Isaac, who walked in pace with me looking at the sidewalk and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked uncomfortable for a moment, and then he spoke. "Can I tell you something?" He said. "Shoot." I said, watching as he looked up at me. "I uh… kinda like, Erica." He said. I blinked, having not seen this coming at all. "Oh. Okay…" I said, waiting for him to continue. "I was wondering… well, I don't exactly know how to… talk to her. I mean, with humans it's different. You can sense how they feel. It's easy. But Erica, she's like us. I can't read her the way I can a human." He said. I blinked for a moment. "Why did you come to me about this? Why not talk to Derek? He is the alpha…" He shook his head. "Derek is… I don't know. I don't think he would get what I'm going through." He said. "I figure, it was better to ask another girl… you'd know what to say." He said. I took a deep breath at the thought, thinking for a moment. "Does she know how you feel?" I asked. He shook his head, silent for a moment before looking back at the ground. "Okay. Well… look for opportunity. When you two are alone, talk to her." I said. "I don't mean, come straight out and say how you feel. But get her to open up to you." I said. His eyebrows came together for half a second in a sort of frown as he listened to what I told him. "Believe me- werewolf or not it works." I said. He nodded, rubbing his hands together momentarily. "Thanks." He said, looking up at me.