Chapter 3: Lose Control

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Lose Control by Bf / Gf

Stiles pounded on Scott's bedroom door.

"Go away," Scott mumbled from inside his room.

"Scott, it's me," Stiles informed his best friend, hoping Scott would open the door for him. When he didn't, Stiles shoved the door open about one foot, Scott stopping it from opening any further by standing in front of it. "Let me in, Scott. We can help."

"No. Listen, you've gotta find Allison."

"She's fine, alright. I saw her get a ride home from the party. She's totally fine, alright." Stiles attempted to calm Scott down, but the full moon caused his emotions to be heightened.

"No I think I know who it is."

"Who- just let me in! We can try-" Stiles was interrupted by Scott's yelling.

"It's Derek! Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one that bit me! He's the one that killed the girl in the woods!" Scott's breathing was extremely heavy.

"Scott, Derek's the one who drove Allison home from the party," Stiles informed him. Amber watched as Scott slammed the door, shutting her and Stiles out.

"Scott?!" he called for his best friend. But it was too late; Scott was already gone, most likely after Derek.

Stiles and Amber rapidly went to Stiles's Jeep, rushing to the Argent house. As they pulled up, they hopped out, Amber following closely behind Stiles as he ran to the front door. He rang the doorbell about three times, then pounded on the door. A woman, who they assumed was Allison's mother, opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um- You have no idea who I am. We're friends of your daughter's. Uh- look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy- um- really crazy actually. You know what, crazy doesn't even describe—" Mrs. Argent put an end to Stiles's rambling.

"Allison!" she called up the stairs, "It's for you."

Allison appeared on the upstairs landing, looking down at Amber and Stiles standing in the doorway.

"We- uh- just wanted to make sure you got home safely," Amber awkwardly explained, "We better get going, Stiles. We have a party to get back to," she grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the car. "Have a good night, Mrs. Argent. See you on Monday, Allison!"

The two sat in the car for a moment. Silence filled the vehicle.

"So how'd you know? About Scott I mean," Stiles broke the silence, softly glaring at Amber.

"I had a friend who was a werewolf. I guess I saw all the same signs in Scott," she lied. Knowing Stiles would ask what happened to this friend, she answered his soon-to-be question. "She died. When I was thirteen."

"Is that why you didn't go to school for two years?" The question was more blunt than Ambed expected.

"Yeah. That was one of the reasons. The main reason, I guess." She dreadfully waited for Stiles to ask what the other reasons were, but when the question never came she was relieved. "I really don't want to talk about this any more."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'll just take you home—"

"No," she abruptly interjected, "I mean, can I just stay at your house tonight? There's probably still a ton of people at my house, and I would stay at Lydia's but her and Jackson are probably busy."

"Yeah. That's- uh- fine." Stiles then put the Jeep in drive and headed back to his house.

The house was empty. Sheriff Stilinski was on duty, so he wouldn't be getting back until late that night.

"You can grab some clothes to sleep in if you want," Stiles referenced to the closet as Amber began to rummage through t-shirts. "I'll sleep on the floor, so you can—" he paused as he witnessed Amber strip out of her dress and pull one of his shirts over her head. "You can- uh- take the bed."

"Stiles, I can't make you sleep on the floor. That's just hostile. There's plenty of room in your bed for two," Amber suggested reasonably. His eyes widened, unable to believe that Amber Wilson was not only standing in his bedroom in nothing but underwear and one of his t-shirts, but that she wanted to share a bed with him. "Unless you aren't comfortable sharing the bed—"

"No that- that's fine. Yeah. We can—" He stared breathlessly as Amber got into bed, "We can share the bed." Stiles followed, getting under the covers, stiff as a board on the edge of the bed.

"I don't bite," Amber laughed at his discomfort, "Come here." He didn't move, only timidly looked at her. "Is this about the kiss? Because I- I didn't mean it like- You're my friend, Stiles. And I'm sorry for ambushing you like that. I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again, I promise."

Stiles's eyes shifted downwards in disappointment. He wanted desperately to tell her how he felt about her, how he liked the kiss, and wanted nothing else but to kiss her again. But remained silent.

"Besides," Amber continued, "I kind of already have someone. Not have like in I own them, but like we've got this connection, you know?" Her smile expanded as she thought of Derek. "I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear me go on and on about my sex life. It's just, I've never really had a guy friend before. Well, besides Jackson, but he's basically my brother so he doesn't count." She stopped as she saw that Stiles was already asleep.

But he wasn't actually asleep. He only shut his eyes, hoping that maybe if Amber thought he was sleeping, she would stop. Even though Amber had an eye on another guy, at least she considered Stiles a friend. It was certainly a step up from being invisible, which was what he'd been for about six years.

By the time the following week rolled around, Amber hadn't seen Derek once.

And according to Stiles, Scott was having some issues with control. At practice, Scott not only injured Jackson and began to shift on the field, but after Stiles rushed Scott to the locker room, Scott tried to kill him. So far, it had been a rough week.

Amber had been spending more time with Stiles. After her party, she found it necessary to get some space from Lydia and Jackson and the rest of the popular clique. They asked too many questions, and were always wanting to know every detail of Amber's life.

She sat on the edge of Stiles's bed as he Skyped Scott.

"What'd you find out?" Scott asked when he answered the call on his computer.

"Well it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder," Stiles informed his best friend. Amber wondered how long it would take Scott to realize that she was with Stiles.

"Because of me?" Scott questioned.

"Because he's a tool."

"Stiles, watch it. He's one of my best friends, remember?" Amber butted in, "Hi Scott."

Scott looked puzzled by her presence.

"Will Jackson be able to play?" Scott got back on topic.

"They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

The line went quiet as Stiles tried to tell Scott about the figure behind him. Amber looked closely at the screen, immediately recognizing Derek Hale.

"I gotta go, Stiles," she abruptly grabbed her things, "I'll see you tomorrow." Amber rushed out of the Stilinski house, sprinting at a supernatural speed towards Scott's house, getting there just in time to spot Derek jumping from Scott's bedroom window.

"Derek!" she called, getting his attention. "Where the hell have you been the past few days?"

"Keeping an eye on Scott, something you were supposed to be doing to," Derek got into his Camaro, and Amber was quick to follow. "Get out of the car," he said through gritted teeth.

"Why are you so angry?!" she yelled, not understanding why Derek was mad at her. Amber took her phone out as it buzzed. It was a text from Stiles.

"Get out of my car, Amber. You clearly care more about flirting with that Stilinski kid than making sure Scott doesn't expose us to all of Beacon Hills, so—"

"Is that what this is about? Stiles? What the hell, Derek, I don't even—" Amber paused as she realized why Derek was so upset. A small smile rose from the corners of her mouth. "You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"You have nothing to be jealous of. Stiles and I are just friends. I don't like him like that. And besides, he knows I have my eye on someone else," she gave a suggestive smirk.

"Really." Derek maintained the angry expression, his eyebrows furrowed. Almost in sync, the two leaned in, their lips hungrily moving against each other. He pulled Amber over the center console, so she was straddling him. They laid the seat back all the way, so they were just about lying down. His hands grabbed her top, untucking it from her skirt then pulling it up over her head, revealing her nude lace bra. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his length.

"We should probably leave the rest of our clothes on considering we're in a car, in the middle of a neighborhood," Amber suggested. Derek nodded, removing only her lace underwear and leaving her skirt on. He held her hips as she lowered herself completely onto him. They thrusted into each other, their hips moving in harmony.

"I thought you were in control," Derek said harshly as Amber's eyes glowed yellow. He could feel her claws through his t-shirt.

"Let go, Derek," she told him seductively, "Lose control." Derek swiftly flipped them over so he was on top, eyes flashing bright blue. His mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting harshly. A moan escaped from Amber's mouth, but quickly turned into a growl. Derek continued to nip at her neck, harder and harder as he climaxed. He looked at her golden eyes, fading back to hazel as he pulled out of her. They were both out of breath, panting heavily.

"Sorry. I just... wanted to try letting go for once," Amber explained.

"No, it's fine. That was actually really..."

"Liberating?" she finished his sentence.

"Yeah, liberating." Derek adjusted his seat back to normal as Amber moved to the passenger seat. "Come on, let's get you home." He peeked a smile before starting the car and heading towards Amber's house.

Amber rejoined Lydia and her clique the following day at school.

"Hey, Lyd," she greeted her best friend.

"Where have you been the past few days? It's like you were M.I.A." Lydia popped her hip, giving Amber attitude just as she'd expected.

"I've been busy," Amber raised her eyebrows, a suggestive smirk on her face. "I'm telling you, Lyd, I've been having the best sex of my entire life."

"So who's the lucky guy?" Lydia acted indifferent, evidently envious of Amber's sex life. She always had been.

"It's uh- that guy that I was telling you about— Derek." Amber looked across the hall at Scott and Stiles conspiring suspiciously. "I gotta go. Talk to you later, Lyd."

"Wait!" Lydia commanded her best friend to a halt, "After the game on Saturday, we're all going out. You, me, Jackson, Allison, and Scott. You should bring Derek," Lydia politely smiled before turning back to her locker.

Amber strode across the hall. "What's going on?" she asked the two teenage boys.

"Curfew at 9:30 because they haven't caught the killer," Stiled informed her.

"Great," Amber scoffed. She really didn't care about curfew, since she was just going to break it anyway.

"Hey, Ambs, do you wanna come over after school today?" Stiles asked optimistically.

"Why?" she replied rudely. Stiles stammered, in loss of words. He wasn't used to her attitude since they'd begun spending time together. "I can't, Stiles. I have plans." Deciding staying any longer would only make things more uncomfortable, she left Scott and Stiles, heading towards her next class.

She felt guilty for being mean to Stiles. He was so good to her; he really cared about her. The only other guys that cared as much as Stiles did were Jackson and Derek. But Stiles was different than both of them. Stiles loved Amber so much that it hurt. It hurt him listening to her talk about other guys. It hurt watching her use and be used for sex. To Stiles, she was so much more than the sex figure. Amber was smart and sweet and beautiful and she deserved to be treated with respect.

That's what made Stiles so different from any other guy. He respected Amber. He genuinely enjoyed her company and at times he didn't even care that he was friend zoned because it meant he got to spend time with her.

What he didn't know, though, was that Amber was catching on. She recognized the care and respect and she really liked it.

Part of her thought that there might be a chance that the feelings were mutual.

A/N: Thanks for reading! There were a lot of parts in this chapter that were really cheesy and cliché so needless to say, this certainly was not my favorite chapter or my best work, but I promise it gets better! I just wanted to keep writing and writing this chapter because it felt incomplete, but I decided there was a good place to end it because it gets juicy pretty soon ;) Can't wait for you guys to see what I have in store! [and Stamber shippers don't worry. Stamber action will happen about half way into season one:) ] Don't forget to follow/fav this story! please review!

xx, Izzy