Author's Note: Hi guys! I am so sorry for leaving for so long, it's a bit of a long story, I'll give you a summary: I went to a 4 year college, hated it, and now I'm back home at a community college.

Anyway, so here's the next chappie, hopefully you enjoy. I threw in some good bits at the end as an apology for taking so long. Some nice Averek goodness!

Avery

Alright, I've made it through six of seven classes, just one more left, and its journalism, so it can't be that bad. I just have to ignore the whispers just a little longer.

I walk into class and quickly find a seat, hopefully we can just get this thing rolling. As soon as the bell rings, the journalism teacher stands up from behind his desk. "Alright guys, welcome to journalism. First things first, in this class, we get things done. We have deadlines just as any newspaper does."

Oh great, he thinks we're going to actually get things done today, doesn't he?

"A lot of the people in this class have taken it before, so I'm counting on you all to help our newbies into our system. Right now what we're going to do is make a big circle with our desks and brainstorm story ideas for the five sections: Sports, Entertainment, Opinions, Features, and News. So," he motions for us all to turn our desks, "get to it."

A chorus of screeching breaks out as we all turn the desks around, I try to hide the pain I get from the sound. I've never really noticed the enhanced hearing until today, but I guess it makes sense since there's so many people in a small space.

"Hi guys," a girl says as she stands up, "I'm Livy, I'm this year's chief editor," I pretty much zone out when I look over at the window and see that the rain still hasn't let up. "And I just really hope we all have fun while making the paper. So, with that being said, take like five minutes and try to come up with like three things for each section."

I take out a piece of paper and write down the title of the sections. And then I just sit and stare down at the page. Next thing I know, we're going over what we have written down, "Okay, so what did you guys put down for News?"

Across the room to the right, I hear two girls whispering to each other, "Say it," the one says to the other with a giggle.

"Fine," the one says with a small smile on her face as she raises her hand. Livy smiles and looks over at the girl, "I was thinking we could do a piece on teenage drunk driving," the girl looks right over at me, "I mean, it kind of is a local story in a way, maybe we could interview you for it, Avery."

I stare over at the girl as every single face looks to me, "Or," I say without thinking to say anything, "we could do a piece about basic white girls," I say, motioning my head towards the starbucks cups, iphones, and crop tops, "who don't know how to mind their own business and keep their mouths shut."

I can feel a low rumble under my voice, though I doubt they can. My hands tremble a bit, and I can feel my nails changing. I stand up and walk out of the class, and I can feel everyone's eyes watching me as I go. I've never really been a confrontational person, maybe that's why it was surprising to them all. Or maybe they just didn't know how to respond to that, it kind of would be awkward just to carry on like 'Okay, everyone! That's progress, but how about something a little less….catty? Hmm?'

I walk to the bathroom and step inside. Erica looks up at me from her spot sitting on one of the sinks. She for once doesn't give me a dirty look but I pass it off as her not immediately recognizing me.

I back out of the bathroom, and I keep walking. I look into a silent room and peek inside. Finding no one, I step inside and close the door behind me. I turn off the lights and then have a seat at one of the first desks in the front of the room.

For a while I just sit there in the darkened room, watching and listening to the rain as I try to drown out the whispers coming from everywhere; a couple girls gossiping, a teacher droning on about biology, and the sound of footsteps echoing through the halls.

Normally listening to the rain calms me, makes me feel better somehow. But right now all I can think of is those two twits and wishing I could go back in that room and dump the cups of starbucks all over those girls' heads. Then maybe drag them out by their hair and throw them out in the rain for a shower.

I sit back and try to relax; it's not me wanting to do those things, but they're definitely tempting nonetheless.

My pulse isn't slowing and my skin feels hot. I sit back in my seat and close my eyes. That doesn't help either.

I pick up my phone and scroll through the contacts until I find Derek. I tap his name and almost push the dial button but I stop myself. I know he said 'Anytime' and all that, but I have to start dealing with this myself eventually. Might as well start today.

I put my phone down on the desk and try to calm myself. I look down at my hands and stare at my claws as they drag slowly over the desk top. Footsteps stop outside the door and pause for a moment.

I can hear the heartbeat clear as day. I listen as the nob turns slowly and Erica steps inside, closing the door behind her. "Your eyes are showing." She says in a quiet, flat voice as she steps further into the room and leans against the teacher's desk.

I just stare back at her, but my claws reflexively dig into the desk's smooth surface, leaving long, ugly marks. Erica's eyes drop to my hands and then she looks out the window for a moment as she runs her tongue along the inside of her mouth.

"I use Christmas music," she mumbles.

"What?" I ask in a quiet voice that holds a foreign, dark tone.

Erica rolls her head back towards me, "When I get angry," she says, crossing her arms and shrugging, "I listen to Christmas music. You can't wolf out while listening to 'Frosty the Snowman'."

"Yeah," I say with a quiet laugh, "that would be kinda hard." I look down at my hands and my claws slowly shift back into my nails.

"So what happened?" she asks with little interest, "What set you off?"

I shrug and bring my hands up my arms and rub them in an attempt to keep myself calm at the thought of those snickering girls. "Umm," I clear my throat, "these girls who were making a joke about my accident."

Erica doesn't say anything, she just turns her head and stares out the window once more. "I didn't really handle it that well," I mumble mostly to myself.

"You had the sense to get out of there." Erica shrugs a bit as she watches the rain fall. "You know that you're not allowed to participate in after school activities if you are late or absent from any class, right?" she asks in a mocking voice.

"For someone who never listens to the rules," I begin as I smile, "you sure do know them well."

She looks back at me with a plain face, "You gotta know the rules to break them."

"Yeah, well you might want to avoid the principal's office now. Allison's grandfather is the new one." Erica nods.

"Thanks for the tip." She says as she pushes herself off the desk and heads toward the door, "Oh and try not to wolf out during practice, Derek isn't so cute when he's angry." And with that, she walks out and lets the door shut behind her.

The bell for dismissal rings and I stand up to force myself back to the classroom, if only to get my backpack and leave before the teacher can say anything.

The girls in the locker room all buzz around in excitement as they move their lacrosse gear into their lockers. The room gets deathly quiet when Coach Hathaway steps into the room. "Alright ladies," she says as her eyes cut through the room, "outdoor practice today." All eyes instantly turn to the window.

The rain has been pouring since this morning, and it doesn't look like it's slowing down any time soon. Lola and I make eye contact and I shrug as if to say 'told ya she was crazy'.

"The weather isn't always going to cooperate with you during games." she explains. "You have to be able to play under all circumstances." I look around the locker room and hold back from smiling at the well hidden horror in their faces.

I can hear hearts beating nervously and frantically. It's weird and alarming but at the same time I like knowing how people around me are feeling; it's enlightening in a way.

"Get dressed and be on the field ready to warm up in ten minutes." Hathaway says as she turns away and heads back into her office.

I turn back to my locker and grab my lacrosse bag and sift through it as I try to find my stuff. I dig out my shorts, spandex, socks, cleats, and pinnie. My heart drops. Where the hell is my sports bra? I know I packed it in my bag this morning, I know it.

And yet, it's not here.

"Shit," I mumble. Cassie looks over at me from her spot standing at her locker next to mine.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I can't find my sports bra," I say, tossing my bag back into my locker and then grabbing my keys from my backpack, "It must've fallen out of my bag in my car, I'll be right back." I say as I close my locker and turn to start running out.

"Hurry up!" Cassie calls after me. I weave through girls and then take off running down the halls. As soon as I make it outside I hesitate under the extended roofing when I remember it's pouring out. I make something like a pained whine before dashing out into the cold rain and press the unlock button on the hummer remote.

In what seems like moments I'm completely drenched. When I make it to my car I throw open the backseat door and find the black sports bra on the floor of my car. I grab it and stuff it under my shirt in an attempt to protect it against the rain.

I slam my car door shut and take off running again, but this time it takes me only seconds to make it across the parking lot. I can feel myself moving faster than normal and make a note to not let it happen in practice.

I make it back to the locker room just as the horde of girls all begin making their way out to the field. Finding myself alone in the place, I quickly peel off my wet and clingy clothes before tossing them into my locker and reaching for my practice gear.

I decide there's no reason to go to the bathroom stall to change my bra so I just unhook the back and slip my sports bra on real quick. Putting my spandex on is a bit of a struggle since my legs are wet and cold but I get them on and pull my red practice shorts over them.

I pull my semi-wet hair back into a ponytail and toss my pinnie over my head before I reach down and slide my mid-calf socks and cleats on. I grab my bag and stick as I slam my locker shut and take off after my team.

A Few Hours Later

Derek

"Where the hell is she?" I ask Isaac, who shrugs and holds up his phone.

"She's not answering my texts, she's probably still at practice, I told you; Hathaway is insane. Everyone knows it!" I turn back to the train tunnel as I hear Erica and Boyd approaching. I look down at my watch as they both come to a dead stop in front of me.

"Too slow," I say as they both suck in air and roll their eyes, "go again." In another moment, I reset my watch and the two of them take off again down the tunnels. I turn back to Isaac, "Tell me again why you're here then?"

"Because, the boys team had tryouts in the gym, but the other sports had tryouts too, so we had to give up the gym so that softball could get in." Isaac turns around and looks up the staircase to the water flowing down over the steps. "Christ, is it still raining?!" he asks in frustration as he once again tries calling Avery's phone.

A car engine alerts us both and a few minutes later, the engine cuts off in front of the station entrance.

We stare up at the steps and Avery comes into view as she slowly descends the steps. "Umm, Avery, you okay?" Isaac asks as he comes to stand at the bottom of the steps.

She's soaked through and through, the pinnie that would normally hang loose is stuck to her skin, same with her shorts. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail that's falling out, frizzed, and tangled. She leans heavily on the railing as she walks.

"Yeah," she says with a hiss through her teeth as she takes an unsteady step down, "Hathaway decided to murder us, that's all." She stops all of a sudden and grabs at her knee as her face twists in pain.

"You're soaking," Isaac says as he walks quickly over to his lacrosse bag.

In an instant I'm by her side on the steps, though she barely notices me as she cups her knee in her palm and begins rubbing it hastily in an attempt to warm it.

I look down and notice she's still wearing her cleats. "You drove here in your cleats?"

She shakes her head and stands straight up again, "Yeah, I didn't bother changing." She looks over to Isaac, "Anyway, Hath decided we'd do a scrimmage today," she says as she takes another pained step, "and then sprints on the field," I suddenly notice there are muddy streaks all over her skin where mud had been mostly washed away by rain, her clothes are covered in it as well. "And lastly," she begins as I try to help her down the last few steps, "she decided a run through town would be fun."

Avery sits herself down on a bench and throws her lacrosse bag off of her shoulders as Isaac walks back with a sweatshirt in his hand. "So why didn't you change?"

"Because, you said that, what do you call this? 'Werewolf practice'?" she looks up at Isaac and me, "Well, you said it ends at like 6 or something, and it was already like 5:30 when we got done. And my other clothes were wet too."

Isaac hands her a sweatshirt and a pair of men's shorts, "Here, you might wanna put this on," she takes it quickly and wraps it around her knee, "or you could do that." He shrugs.

"Thanks," she says quickly, "I thought I was past this by now," Avery says, motioning to her knee.

"Let me see," I pull the sweatshirt away from her knee and see nothing but pale, goosebump covered skin. No swelling, no scar, nothing.

Boyd and Erica make it back a moment later, "Something wrong?" Boyd asks in a mere pant.

"No," Avery says, "just sore from tryouts." She sits up and looks around, "So what did I miss?"

"Speed training." Erica says.

"I guess you got enough on your own though, huh, Ave?" Boyd jokes. Avery smiles and pushes herself up off the bench as she shivers.

"You should've seen the freshmen, a couple quit midway through the sprints and I bet a bunch more won't show up tomorrow. Is there somewhere I can change?"

"Back of the subway car always works for me," Isaac says as he points her in the direction. She smiles and limps off with the sweatshirt and baggy shorts clutched in her hands.

"Are we done for the day, then?" Erica asks, "I have homework to do," the three of us all look to her in surprise.

"Okay, first, who gives homework on the first day of school, and second, since when do you care about doing homework in the first place?" Isaac asks.

Erica gives an acidic smile as she begins walking down the subway tunnel, "New year, new me," sarcasm practically drips from her voice before she disappears into the tunnels that lead to her neighborhood. Some of these old tunnels lead right through the city, making it convenient for Erica and Boyd to get around.

"Right," Boyd says, "I think I'm just gonna go catch up on my show then, let me know if you need me." he says to me as he begins walking down the opposite tunnel towards his neighborhood.

"I'll go on patrol with you tonight." Isaac says quietly. I look over to him and fins his eyes are dark, as if there's something behind them.

"You have school tomorrow, and you've always hated patrol." He just shrugs.

"It's a chance for us to talk." I narrow my eyes at that.

"Is there something I need to know?" Isaac takes a few calm steps back towards the stairs.

"I just need to talk to you, that's all."

"Fine, same time, same place." Isaac just nods before turning and taking off up the stairs and out of sight.

I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair. "Seriously?" Avery asks behind me. I turn to see her stepping out of the train in the baggy sweatshirt and shorts, carrying her dripping clothes and cleats in her hand. "I just got here! Where did everyone go?"

"They went home," I say as she walks by me to throw her clothes in her equally soaked bag. I bite my tongue as I see the back of the sweatshirt with 'Lahey' printed on the back.

"One of these days I'll make it here on time and actually do something." She mumbles to herself as she zips her bag up. "Oh, by the way," Avery turns to me, "are you busy tonight?"

"I'm going on patrol-"

She waves her hand up, stopping me mid-way, "Yeah, yeah, but after that?" When I hesitate, she begins rambling, "Because I couldn't really sleep last night, probably just nerves because of school but whatever, and I was thinking that I had sex with you, but all I know is your name and that's probably considered really slutty-"

"Some people don't even know last names." She stops and stares off for a moment before wrinkling her nose.

"What, like a one night stand kinda thing?" I nod and she looks at me questioningly, "Was that what this was to you?" her voice is nervous and her eyes worried.

I take a moment to look her up and down again, her hair is still a complete mess, her skin is stained brown from mud, her feet are bare on the cracked tiles, and it's a wonder those baggy shorts are even staying on her.

I look back up to her face to see that my hesitation to answer has only made her more nervous, to the point where her eyes are practically bugging out of her head. I don't even bother trying to hold back a grin, "It doesn't have to be." I say. Her face relaxes and a blush fills her cheeks.

She turns away and grabs her bag as a smile spreads across her face, "I think this is the first time I've seen you without socks on." I say.

"Shut up!" she laughs as she runs up the stairs. She stops in the middle and turns around, "Wait so you're coming later then, right?"

"I'll be there." I say. She smiles widely and runs up the rest of the stairs. I wait until I hear her car start and take off down the road before I walk up to the street above and take my seat behind the wheel of my Camaro.

With a turn of the key, the engine roars to life and I shift into the first gear.

A Few Hours Later

"Took you long enough," I say from my spot sitting on top of the rocky cliffs that hang over Beacon Hills. The rain stopped maybe an hour or two ago, so at least the night is clear for patrol. The mud is thick and difficult to run in, so I doubt we'll be out for long tonight.

"Yeah, well, I got caught up." Isaac says as he approaches the rocks. "I do need to talk to you, though." He wastes no time getting into it, "Are you and Avery….hooking up?" I look back at him with a bit of confusion written on my face, "You get really quiet around her, and earlier, when you touched her leg trying to get a look at her knee, she shivered." The confusion on my face deepens.

Isaac sighs and looks away for a moment, "It wasn't the 'I'm cold' kind of shiver. You were probably too busy looking at her knee to notice."

When I say nothing, Isaac backtracks, "Am I wrong? Because if I'm wrong then I just made things so freakin' awkward-"

"You're not wrong," I finally say. Isaac takes a relieved breath.

"So, you like her, right?"

"Isaac." I say as a warning.

"I'm just saying that things could get weird if you two don't work out or something happens- Okay just forget I said anything. But there's another thing I needed to talk to you about. Avery's ex is back in town, what should we do?"

I take a deep breath and look down at the town below. "I'll tell her he's back, there's nothing really that we can do. Maybe I could try to reach into her memories, we might have to get some extra help."

"Oh hell no, Derek you're not talking about-"

"I wish there was another way, Isaac, trust me, I do. But we don't have many options."

Isaac lets out a long breath, "He's still a dick, though."

"Yeah, I know he is."

"Right, let's get going then, maybe we can get this done before another storm blows in." I jump down from the rocky overhang and take off through the trees. Isaac hesitates a moment before joining me on the patrol route.

Not Long After

Avery

I don't even know how long I've been in the shower. Probably at least an hour, maybe two. Normally I would be worried about running up the water bill or something, but after filling the pool up I figure the water bill is a lost cause anyway.

I use my shower comb to slowly rid my hair of the tangles, though it just seems like my hair is being pulled out in the process. The mud washed off easily enough, though I still somehow don't feel clean. Today sucked.

The first day always sucks.

Seriously though, who makes a crack at someone in front of an entire classroom? And what kind of teacher just lets it happen? I take a deep breath and try not to think about it, though that's pretty much impossible.

The water's warmth feels like heaven on my skin and especially so on my knee. Hathaway has never been so rough on the first tryout, though I guess she could afford to this year.

In the scrimmage, some of the freshmen she talked about were really stepping up. They played better than most of our upperclassmen did. Although it's always different in games. Younger players don't handle pressure well, so I don't expect much from them.

It's just like Hath said, they have the raw talent, but need the experience.

I finish combing through my hair finally and turn the water off. My hair smells like strawberries and my legs are nice and smooth and everything is just better.

I grab my towel and wrap it around myself as I squeeze out my hair. I hear footsteps in my room, "You didn't lock your door again." Derek says quietly from the far corner of my room. I can tell now where voices are coming from, which is definitely a good thing, otherwise I would just walk out in my room.

"Right," I say, "can I have like five minutes in my room to get dressed?"

"I'll give you four." I hear him say as he closes the door to my room.

"You don't get to decide how long I have to get dressed." I argue as I step out into my room and grab Isaac's sweatshirt off of my bed. I drop my towel and slip the hoodie over my head in an attempt to save time.

"I'm the one holding the door closed." He says, "I could just walk in right now."

"But you won't." I say as I turn to my dresser and pull out a pair of black sleeping shorts. I pull them quickly up my legs and toss the towel into the bathroom.

Next thing I know, Derek steps in. I look towards him in shock, "What the hell? I still had like three minutes!" I complain.

"That was before you dared me." I nod once and sit down on my bed.

"Right, so I guess you put the 'dare' in Der-ek." I smile and Derek shakes his head.

"That wasn't even a good joke," I shrug.

"None of mine are." Derek walks to my desk and pulls my swivel chair to the top of the stairs leading down to the second half of my room. He turns it around and sits down so that his arms are crossed over the back of the chair.

"Remind me not to look to you for comedic relief." I laugh and roll up the sleeves of the sweatshirt, finding it suddenly hot. "What do you want to know?" he asks, his voice suddenly growing more serious.

"Well," I begin, looking down at my comforter, "how old are you?" his eyebrows shoot up as if to say, 'really?' "Oh, come on," I say, "I've had a really bad day. This would make it a little less shitty."

He sighs before answering, "Twenty-four." He states plainly.

I nod and look off for a moment, "Six years difference isn't bad." I stare at him for a moment, but find his face practically blank. "So do you have a job or something?"

He shakes his head, "My family left me an inheritance. A ridiculous one."

"So, your family…they're…gone, then?" his face doesn't change much.

He nods once, "Yes, mostly. I don't talk about it much." I nod and try to find something else to ask.

"Okay, so, where are you from?"

"Here. I grew up here, went to Beacon high, too."

"Really? Did you play any sports? I'm guessing you're not a lax bro, huh?" I ask with a smile.

He shakes his head and smiles the tiniest bit, "Basketball." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Seriously? I suck at basketball. One time in elementary school we had ten shots to make as many baskets as we could. I missed all of them."

"Oh, well good job, then." He says sarcastically. I grab a pillow and toss it at him, but it goes right over his head. "See, that's why you play lacrosse."

"Jerk." I mumble. "So what's the dumbest thing you've ever done?" his eyebrows furrow together, "What? You can tell a lot about someone from the dumb shit they've done."

"I'm ignoring that one. I have a question for you, anyway." His green eyes seem to shine and his lips form a straight line as he looks me over just as he always does. "Why are you still wearing Isaac's sweatshirt?"

My forehead wrinkles at the question, "Umm, because it's the first thing I grabbed before you walked into my room?" he keeps looking at me with that shine in his eyes and I feel the room getting hotter as my mouth dries.

"Take it off." He says flatly, as if he's asking for me to pass the salt.

"No," I say defensively, he doesn't move a muscle, doesn't even blink.

"Why?" his voice is flat and calm, just as before.

"Because," I swallow, trying to wet my throat so I can talk normally instead of croak. "Because I don't have anything on under this." His mouth pulls up into the world's smallest smirk, and he slowly stands up from the chair. Heat spreads through my stomach and that damn throb starts even lower.

He slides his jacket off and hangs it up on one of the banister posts as he walks down the few steps towards my spot sitting on the edge of the bed. He stands before me, encompassing me in his heat and his scent.

My legs slowly spread themselves reflexively as he kneels down between them. My bed is so low that even on his knees, Derek's head is on level with mine. His hands come to either side of my thighs and begin roaming up until his fingers tuck under the waistband of my shorts.

His lips trace up my neck until they come to my ear, "Take it off." He says again, this time more sternly. "You'll like what comes next." His hands slowly slide my shorts further down, teasing me before pulling them back up again.

"Damn it," I practically whimper, "I hate you." I reach for the bottom of the sweatshirt and hastily pull it off and toss it on the floor. I hear Derek chuckle but quickly shut him up with a kiss that turns deep and hungry.

One of his hands pulls one half of my shorts partially down while the other squeezes and cups my breast roughly. He breaks the kiss and ducks his head. His hot mouth finds my nipple easily as his fingers snake themselves between my legs. My voice is gone and I'm nothing but a bunch of gasps and moans mixed together.

I can already feel myself quivering as his fingers move in slow circles, so I pull at his shirt to distract him, if only for a moment. I manage to pull his shirt most of the way up, and he breaks all contact to pull it up and over his head.

And then his fingers are back, moving faster than before. I reach down, grab his hand, and hold it tight against me as he works. I open my eyes to see him watching me with a dark gleam in his eye. As I stare back at him, his fingers stop altogether. I take a few breaths, trying to regain myself. But just as I open my mouth to speak, one of his fingers slides inside me.

My head falls back as a moan fills my throat. His other hand comes up and slowly pushes me back against the bed as his finger begins sliding in and out at a painfully slow pace. He pushes my legs open wider, not that they're giving much resistance.

I grab at the sheets around me as he picks up the pace and adds another finger. I hear myself moaning and whimpering as he works but I can't seem to stop. My body tenses up and I raise my hips for him to finish me, but just as I reach the brink Derek pull his fingers out altogether.

My body collapses against the sheets in disappointment, "Derek," I finally manage to whine. I look down to see him smirking at me again. His hands wind themselves up my legs, over my thighs, and he brings my legs up so that my knees are bent over his shoulders.

He hooks his hands inside my thighs and rubs the top of them appreciatively. "I wouldn't waste an orgasm on that if I were you," he says darkly, "I'm going to make enough of a mess of you as it is." I close my eyes and swallow as he plants a kiss just to the left of where I really want his lips. I reach down and lace my fingers through his hair, hoping to hurry him up.

"Well I wish you would go ahead and do it." A cold breeze washes over my core; I hiss and shiver. I look down to see Derek blowing it on me. "Damn it, Derek, please!"

All I hear is a small rumble just before my eyes roll back into my head and my legs clamp themselves onto his shoulders, keeping him in place. My fingers practically claw at his head but his hands reach up and pin them down to the bed.

His lips kiss my core deeply before his tongue takes the role of his fingers and fucks me. The things he can do with his mouth…

He lets one of my hands go and sucks at my clit as his fingers once again take their place inside me. He fucks me faster than any time before and within seconds I'm gone. My legs squeeze him with as much strength as I can manage as I come.

Derek's hands roam up and down my sides, he even gives my breasts a good squeeze as I slowly return to Earth. "This is just a world of firsts for you, isn't it?" he asks as he stands up. I hear him kicking off his boots. I keep my eyes closed a few moments longer.

I keep my legs tightly together and smile against the sheets. I hear him undoing his belt and open my eyes. "Wait," I say as I sit up. I look at him standing at the edge of the bed with his jeans still on and an obvious erection pressed against the denim.

I crawl to the end and sit up on my knees. He stares down at me with that lusty dark gleam. I reach for his belt and push his hands out of the way, "I want to do it," I say as I manage to unfasten his belt easily. I notice an indentation in his jean pocket and reach in. I set the condom wrapper on the bed and pull down Derek's jeans.

He steps out of them and kicks them aside, leaving only his black boxers on. I reach up to the tent formation his erection had made and run my hand along it, feeling it press against my touch. I bite my lip and pull the boxers down. His cock springs up, hard and ready.

Derek discards of his boxers almost too quick to see. I reach out nervously and wrap my fingers around him gently. I carefully stroke him up and down before looking up and smiling at him nervously. "Am I doing this right?" I ask.

Derek wraps his hand around mine and squeezes harder before guiding me in speed. "Like this," he practically grumbles as his grip loosens and I begin pumping him on my own. I look up to see his gaze lidded and his mouth partly open.

I bite my lip nervously and flip my hair out of the way as I lean down and open my mouth. I let a hot breath wash over him just enough to get a moan out of him. I pull back just as I'm about to make contact and grab the condom wrap. I tear it open and roll it on him. "We'll save that first for another day." I say as I pull him down into a kiss. He lets out an annoyed growl and pushes me down onto the bed.

He leans over me and stares me down, "You'll regret that." His arms flip me over and pull my ass up in the air. I push my arms underneath me and look back at him as he lines himself up.

I spread my legs wider and try to relax myself as I feel him brush over my entrance. I gasp as he thrusts home. He's just as big as I remember, and at first it stings a bit, but as he finds his rhythm it's just as good as I remember, maybe even more.

His hands hold my hips tightly, keeping me in place as he slams into me. For a while I try to hold back the noises in my throat, but Derek purposefully thrust once, twice, so deep into me that I felt it in my stomach, and my silence was shattered after that.

My arms turned to jello as my legs started to shake and my mind kept fading in and out of blackness as my end drew near. He was towards his own finish by the time I screamed his name and my arms gave out. I could feel my walls contacting around him, squeezing him deeper into me as I collapsed against the bed. He flipped me over easily and kept thrusting without missing a beat.

By the time he came, my mind was practically mush. I could barely move my lips against his when his mouth crushed down against mine as his body went rigid. He gave a few more gentle thrusts as he spilled into the condom.

Before he pulled out, I could feel his mouth on my neck and I laced my fingers through his hair as he pulled out. His heat disappeared for a moment, but I could hear him tying the condom and tossing it away.

I found enough energy to push open my eyes and wrap myself around him when he laid back down. His hand brushed over my shoulder blade soothingly and I was lost in the sensation. The last conscious thought I had was that maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

Derek

I stare up at the skylight as Avery sleeps with her head on my chest. A vibration suddenly sounds from on top of the dresser next to me. I reach over as carefully as I can and grab the phone.

The screen reads:

Incoming Call:

Jake Reily

Author's Note: Okay, so I hope that this chapter restored your faith in me! Let me know what you think! I feel bad about not having Erica or Boyd in it much so I'm going to try to get them in more from now on.

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Oh and don't worry, I'll finally start getting into the plot line now, or soon. Idk, just when it works I guess. Thanks for being patient!