Derek's on the couch when Jennifer gets back. There's an empty coffee cup and a plate full of crumbs beside it, and he's leaning back, his left ankle resting on his right thigh. He's engrossed in something, she can tell by the low tone of his hello.

Jennifer sets her bags down and sits on the arm of the couch. Her seniors handed in their creative writing projects on Friday, and Derek's reading one from the pile now. 'Are you going to alpha mark them too?' Jennifer wondered.

'Stilinski is a little shit. He just told you werewolves exist!' Derek said pressing a thumb to his place on the page. 'And Scott, was he on something, his was about a rabbit running for its life and the wolf saved it!'

'I gave them a theme, Nature. I told them to write about things in the wild, in forests of rivers.' Jennifer pointed out.

'Ethan wrote about a fish swimming to an unknown destination.' Derek complained.

'I enjoyed it!' Jennifer said remembering the beautiful descriptions the boy used.

'Fish don't talk darlin,' Derek muttered looking back down at his page. Jennifer glanced at it. It didn't belong to anyone he knew.

'They do when they find the egg,' Jennifer but her lip. Derek rolled his eyes.

'And Greenberg? Is Bobby Finstock banging the kid or something?' Derek demanded. 'It starts off, never was there a man, nay a god, that had ever walked the face of this earth that could fit the shoes of the man they called Coach!'

'Did you read it all?' Jennifer asked.

'No, the description of coach's whistle made me feel ill.' Derek admitted.

'He went on to describe how on the full moon Coach turns into a unicorn and blesses the rivers of Beacon County.' Jennifer said.

'Bullshit. If Isaac saw a unicorn he'd rip it to shreds, their horns freak him out.' Derek said. Jennifer stilled.

'Wait unicorns?' Jennifer grasped Derek's shoulder.

'Only in Canada baby,' Derek explained going back to his page. Jennifer didn't know whether to believe him or not. She leaned forward and plucked the page from his hands. 'Hey, I was enjoying that!' Derek complained.

'I'll be sure to tell Amelia that my husband enjoyed her story about the natural economy and trade of goods of the same that he turned down a blowjob from his wife.' Jennifer smirked.

'It was interesting. You want to give me a blowjob?' Derek asked looking hopeful.

'I certainly do,' Jennifer slid to the floor. Derek planted his feet on the carpet and she spread his thighs.

'Why?' Derek asked.

'What do you mean why?' Jennifer complained working at his belt buckle.

'I mean why do you want to give me a blowjob? What do you want?' Derek asked shuffling down the couch a little.

'I want to give you a blowjob because I'm horny as hell and when you come I want to get myself off sitting on your lap!' Jennifer popped the button and worked his zip down. 'Hips,' Derek lifted and let her work his jeans to his thighs. 'Commando Derek?'

Derek shrugged at her, a sly look on his face. Jennifer pouted up at him as she leaned forward. His cock was still soft as she took him gently into her mouth, cupping his balls and tickling the patch of skin behind them with her fingernails. She tongued at his foreskin until he started to harden in her mouth, then pulled back to kiss the head of his cock, licking the slit. Derek shuddered as she mouthed her way back down to his balls, sucking them into her mouth. Her hand didn't stop fisting his cock.

She took the tip of his dick back into her mouth and relaxed her throat, letting him fuck her face as she pressed her fingers into his thighs. He came hard down her throat, his hand tight in her hair. 'Come up here,' Derek muttered dragging her into his lap to kiss her. Jennifer let him control the kiss as she pulled her skirt around her hips and pushed her panties aside. Derek watched, laid back and lazy after his orgasm as Jennifer worked her clit furiously, two fingers fucking her damp slit until she came with her eyes locked on his.

'Better than marking anyway,' Derek said kissing her throat as Jennifer slumped over him trying to catch her breath.