A/N

Not much to say for now (wait for the end of chapter note), except this chapter is really short and I'm sorry about that.

Now let's go for it! (Sometimes I mean it when I don't have a lot to say)

Chapter 4

I could hear him approaching long before he got to the car. He was looking around him as he walked to the sheriff's cruiser where I was kept while the police were "investigating the premises".

He looked ridiculous. Very attractive yes – how could he not be attractive to his mate – but it still seemed absurd that he acted like he was in a freaking spy movie or something. And let me tell you, if he was trying to be discrete and not get any attention, he completely failed. Even a human could have seen him. But I guess he was very lucky since no one seemed to be paying attention to the car where a presumed criminal was held. (Am I the only one worried about the way cops do their job these days?)

He got into the car and I couldn't help but take a deep breath trough my nose so I could catch his scent. It was a bit stronger than the previous time we met – which actually was the first when I think about it, all other encounters after that didn't really count. The sweet hint was less pronounced too. That was to be expected because people's scent always depended on their mood, their state of mind.

At that moment I could literally smell his fear of being in such a confined space with who he thought to be a murderer. It was similar to the traces he left the night before, when he'd dug my sister's body out of the ground.

I was trying my best not to look at him. Ignoring tempting it was to just look up and start to count the multiple moles on his face, in his neck, observe the little flare of his nostrils, proof of his anxiety.

But then he spoke.

-Okay. Just so you know, I'm not afraid of you.

He could not be serious. I could smell his fear and hear his accelerated heartbeat. I looked up to see if he really meant what he said, and he didn't seem to believe in it any longer.

And I drowned in those eyes of his again, until his smooth voice snapped me out of my reverie.

-Okay, maybe I am... he said, gulping down and shaking his head a little.

I couldn't choose between following the motion of his head or the one of his Adam's apple.

I didn't really matter because he was still talking and I focused on the sound of his voice.

-Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something...

And he went on and on. I didn't care what he was actually saying, just hearing his voice was enough. I was thinking I could record it and make it my personal lullaby. Which was infuriating because the boy was so annoying! I kept wondering why it had to be him. Any little thing he said could have sent me over the edge if it weren't for this soothing voice. And those mesmerizing eyes. And this hypnotizing skin. And this constellation of moles. And those eyebrows, which were not so dark but looked like ebony on his snowy skin...

"Focus Derek!" I said to myself. This wasn't the right moment to just stare at him, I had to warn him about his friend, Scott, who didn't want to listen to me. And judging from the sound of the sheriff's footsteps lightly increasing by the minute, I didn't have much time to convey the message.

-Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts in the field what do you think they're gonna do? Huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing but you can.

He leaned back and I followed the movement, getting a better look at the rest of his upper body.

-And trust me, I looked down at his shirt – what the hell was that "Cabaret du Géant" thing ? – before getting back to his eyes and finishing what I was saying, you want to.

He sat there, speechless and his mouth slightly opened, plump lips less than half an inch apart, until the car door opened for the second time in just one minute. The Sheriff grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the car, a few feet away from me.

A/N

I'm really sorry this chapter was so short! I have to say that, although this scene is really good and as an authentic Sterek shipper (I mean, reading fanfics with this pairing is actually what made me start to watch the show! How much more a fan can you be!) I really like it, I have to say it's not easy to work with. I think it might be because the scene is already pretty short. And since, as you know from chapter 2, Derek still can't bear with Stiles yet, I couldn't really work on any feelings development, only basic fascination.

But since I wrote it, I thought I might as well post it. And it will help you wait for the next chapter which will be much longer, funnier, different... It's gonna be a bonus chapter again, so not based on a scene, but this time, it's gonna be really special... I might tell you more about it in a reply to a review, who knows... (you at least deserve that if you read so far!)

So, next chapter is almost ready, I'm just giving it a nice touch, proof-reading it, editing but it should come soon.

Until then, be good or I will turn the Easter Bunny into a pumpkin because it has nothing to do with anything I previously said. (Just kidding, I was kicked out of Hogwarts before I could learn how to do that.)