Sexy Times in the Hale Loft

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Derek Hale

Derek had left the loft after fifteen minutes on his way to the supermarket to get those organic foods that was requested.

After searching the entire store for stinking organic foods!

Come on!

Grains, freshly baked potatoes, Greek salads, dried stake, high iron beef, turkey, skim milk, low-fat cheese and all those nasty healthy dairy products and some were processed!

As it may seem, Derek doesn't want to be doing this. He could be very well chowing down double-beef layers of burgers with extra ketchup, corndogs, Tacos, Tuna fish, Pita bread and roasted beef. Oh Roasted Beef…

He's actually doing this for Braeden.

Yeah…she's been really irregular lately. She's acting unusual, definitely not the tough cookie she was. Well she hasn't changed but she's…just different.

Especially today after the heated sex session they had on their couch. She kept asking him weird questions on what how he saw himself in the next couple of years but all he really wanted to do was just kiss her senseless.

It was unorthodox.

Well anyway, the session was cut short when Braeden gave Derek a list of things Derek needed to get and knowing that Derek wasn't one to go out much, he reluctantly agreed to it after Braeden repeated the words that he had no way to squeeze away from.

"You've got to bend…"

Yes…

After Derek left the store on his way to the Drug store to pick up some condoms since he had been running out of them lately and he drove back to his loft to hear that the new TV was playing.

Derek didn't care for a TV in the past but it would suffice at the moment because the sports and the action flicks were pretty cool. And he enjoyed because Braeden and him would always watch them together and that always led to an amazing blissful night…

"Braeden?" he called out as he set the bags on the kitchen counter. "Got those organics you asked for."

He walked into the living room other known as an ammunition station where he hoped to catch Braeden working on them.

"Braeden?" he laughed. "Where are you?"

"In a minute!" he heard her snarl.

He frowned as he began walking to their bedroom.

They kind of renovated Derek's home-beau for the past two years they've been together and since they were pretty serious –but not showing it – Braeden moved in but still owning her apartment downtown.

"So, I think we have a session to continue-" Derek laughed as he entered the bedroom to see the scariest things ever.

Dolls!

Baby Books and Magazines!

And…pregnancy step-by-step guiding lines.

Braeden came out of their bathroom, carrying four boxes of what looked to be pregnancy tests.

"You could've been more patient you ass." She laughed as she rolled her eyes.

Derek was emotionless.

"W-what's all of this?" He asked nervously as he picked up one of the baby books with an image of three toddlers in diapers, smiling obliviously at the camera. Braeden smiled sheepishly.

"Derek-"

"You know what. I don't even wanna know." He stated, raising his hands up in defeat as he left the room and grabbed his car keys.

He paused at the door.

"Seriously?" He asked himself.

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Derek pulled up at the driveway and got out of the car and began making his way over to the bar. When he entered he immediately went over to the familiar bar hut outside where he caught Jordan Parrish sitting by one of the stool.

He walked up to him and took a seat next to him.

"Hit me with the usual." He told the bartender. Parrish smiled.

"You seem a little glum today. Which, by the way is any day actually..."

Derek nodded.

"Well this day is really going to be a crazy day all right!" He stated as his drink was handed to him. Parrish frowned as he took a sip of his drink.

"Why?" He asked.

"Well. I found Braeden earlier today in our bedroom-" He said.

"Oh come on. You're not going to talk about your sex life again are you?" Jordan retorted.

"Well there's going to be a lot more where that came from after today." Derek snorted.

"What do you mean?" Parrish questioned, looking at the vacant, frustrated look in his eyes.

"I think Braeden might be carrying." Derek said.

"Carrying what?" Parrish said.

"A Little Hale," Derek snarled.

Parrish stared down at his drink after registering what his friend said.

"Oh." He simply replied.

"So that means I'm going to be a father." Derek sighed.

"Oh." He repeated.

"I don't think I'm ready for that because I don't think I'm fit enough to be one." He added.

"Oh." He repeated, yet again, awkwardly.

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"Are you even sure about this?" Parrish asked.

"I found the room buried under countless baby magazines and dolls. How the fuck doesn't that spell 'Ooh! We're having a baby!'" He said sarcastically at the last line.

"How are you even so sure it means anything at all?" Parrish asked. "I mean, it could mean something else?"

"What could it possibly mean?" He asked in annoyance. Parrish shrugged.

"I don't know. That's why you need to talk to her." He laughed. "Hear her side of the story."

Derek sighed as he took another sip of his drink.

"I don't think she wants to talk to me after I just stormed out of the house. She's probably pissed as fuck and I don't want to come home with her aiming her Millimeter at me."

Parrish laughed.

"Nah she wouldn't."

"Oh yeah, try living with a Mercenary, who gets paid to kill supernatural creatures." He reminded.

Jordan smiled as he played around with his drink.

"Anyway, what's up with you?" Derek questioned.

"What? Nothing!" Jordan replied.

Derek raised his eyebrow.

"You're pulse is rising and you smell like you're about ready to skinny-dip." Derek pointed out.

Jordan laughed.

"Well I do have a reason to." He said. Derek frowned. "Lydia and I are kinda…getting married."

"You and Lydia?" asked Derek. Parrish nodded. "Okay." He shrugged.

"You don't sound surprised."

"Because I'm not," He replied. "We all knew it was eventually gonna happen."

"Wow. And all this time I thought we were rushing into it." The deputy retorted.

"Nah, we knew you two would fuck each other someday." Derek said. Parrish blushed.

"Lydia's going to castrate me for telling you because we kind of keeping it on the DL for now."

"Why?"

Parrish shrugged.

"Lydia thought that she wanted to make the announcement special." He said then opened his phone and searched through his gallery and showed Derek the engagement ring.

"How did you even afford even afford that kind of ring under your salary?" Derek questioned.

"It's a family heirloom. It was my grandmothers. So I just kinda added the small sapphires and that's about it." Parrish replied as he inserted the phone into his pocket. "I had it for quite some time and I was actually planning on making it special like I don't know. Make a video journal or something but she just had to let it out of me."

"Because you were nervous to do it anyway so you just winged it." Derek said as if it were obvious.

Parrish laughed as he got it right.

"Yeah…"

"Congrats man." Derek said patting his shoulder. The deputy smiled.

"Thanks man."

"Now what is all of this yum-yum soup?" A bleach blonde young lady retorted as she walked past the men with one of her friends. "Hello boys…"

Both the girls sat either side of the men and pretty close to them they might add.

"Hello." The deputy greeted with a wide grin. Even underneath his warm, welcoming smile –he was completely awkward inside.

Derek however just sat there sipping on his beer.

"Nice to meet you," Parrish greeted with a handshake. The girls made flirty giggles and the blonde accepted it seductively.

"Well. It's nice to be met. You don't even know!" She replied in her thick New Jersey accent, chewing on her bubblegum like her life had no meaning as she stared at Parrish's body.

"Hello there mister…" The other lady –who was a brunette in six inch stilettos – said as she moved closer to Derek and took a sip of his drink with her straw. "What are you drinking here?"

"It's self made. I call it Skanky Bitches, 2015 edition." He replied, plastering a fake smile on his face. She giggled horribly.

"Ooh feisty." She blabbed, then moved closer to his face, only centimeters away from his lips and he removed his gaze from here where she was met with the side of his face and whispered. "I like feisty…"

"Wow. What gorgeous Green Eyes!" The bleach blonde said dreamingly as she took a sip of her cocktail and stared into Parrish's eyes in interest.

His cheeks flushed red.

"Thanks." He replied shyly. "My mom calls them her little grasshoppers."

She giggled uncontrollably as she twirled her straw.

Derek just stared at his friend with befuddlement, striking a Stiles look.

What the hale?

"What are you drinking there?" He asked. "Cocktail?" he questioned. She smiled. "How about I get you another one?"

Her mouth hangs open like a dog when seeing a bone and willingly handed it to him and he went over to the bar to freshen it up. She stared back at her friend.

"Wow! I was not expecting that from Beacon Hills." She informed her who giggled in return. "10,000 deer and one good-looking side of stake,"

Derek widened his eyes.

"Okay!" He exclaimed as he lifted himself from his stool. "It's been fun ladies. I think I'll get myself another drink."

He didn't wait for a reply as he walked away and over to Parrish who had been smiling from ear to ear.

"Man." He called out, snapping him back to reality. "I understand you're still in engagement blues but you need to snap outta it, because those self-profound prostitutes were hitting on you."

"They were?" Parrish asked. Derek nodded.

"Didn't you notice? That girl with bubbles butts for boobs practically grinded herself against you."

"I'm sorry if I haven't really noticed being flirted on since Lydia glares the women away!" He justified. "I think it's time…" He trailed away as he slipped something gold out of his pocket. "The emergency band,"

"Are you seriously going to be doing that shit again?" Derek asked his friend.

"Hell yeah!" he stated as he slipped the ring on his finger. "I don't like hurting people."

"And yet you almost fucked a person's life up." Derek reminded him of when Parrish gave rights hooks at Haigh and killed Brunski.

It's weird. Really weird that Parrish and Derek are such close friends. Derek's not the type of person you ask to be your best man at your wedding day. So seeing this newly profound friendship between the men is a little unusual.

"It's a good practice run, for when I do finally tie the knot." Jordan said as they walked over to the girls but he stopped and Derek stared at him in confusion. "Why don't we make this interesting?" He said suggestively.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows but soon understood and then smiled.

They walked over to the group and he set the drink in front of the girl who smiled widely at him. "Here you go."

"Oh, you're back. Finally!" she replied. He smiled back as he set his hands on the table, hoping they'd notice and they did!

"You know what man? I think we need to probably head on out. I really hope my marriage doesn't break because of me being late for home. We should go." Parrish told Derek, who had a proud yet amused smirk on his face.

"He's married?" the blonde asked in complete disappointment and shock.

"Yeah, we've got some unfinished business to do tonight babe if you know what I mean." Derek teased. Parrish smiled and tried to stifle a laugh.

"He's gay?" She whispered in disappointed as her eyes twitched. Derek smiled.

"It was fun ladies." Parrish said as he and Derek threw their jackets on and Derek inserted his glasses and wrapped his arm around Parrish' shoulder. Derek gave a wink back at them.

The girls immediately released a serious of loud groans.

"Ah man!"

"Nailed it…" Parrish whispered as they left the bar.

They laughed uncontrollably as they went over to their individual cars.

"That was an awesome date babe!" Parrish called back from his car at Derek.

"It was my pleasure hot-stuff! And many more to come!" Derek laughed and Parrish fell onto the ground, roaring with huge gallons of laughter.

Until he controlled himself, he stood up and waved back to his friend.

"Don't forget to talk to her!"

"Yeah,"

"And text me…well if you live that long." Parrish teased.

Derek growled.

"Go fuck Lydia!" He shouted back, giving him the finger as he entered his car. Parrish laughed.

"Oh I will!" He replied as he entered his car and they drove away on opposite directions.

Derek couldn't help but laugh at the crazy things that happened today with Parrish. He could honestly see him as one of his closest friends here. All his life, he couldn't find himself trusting anyone who came close to him but Parrish was a good guy which surprisingly makes Derek trust again. It's like this guy has an effect on the entire pack.

When he reached his loft, he unfurled the door and entered. He went into the kitchen to find Braeden making some coffee as she loaded up her pistol and he slowly sucked in his breath.

"Brae?" he said.

She didn't answer.

He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and dug his face under her neck and planted soft kisses on it.

"Come on babe…" He urged as he tried apologizing even though it didn't seem like it. He doesn't like being in that position. Braeden moved away from his grasp and he hangs his mouth open. "Okay. I'm sorry okay!"

"Sit down Derek." Braeden growled as she aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. He widened his eyes.

"Now, Braeden calm-" He urged.

"Sit!" She snarled, motioning to the seat. He sighed and slowly made his way over to the kitchen chair.

Braeden suck in a deep breath as she paced around Derek.

"So…you saw something earlier today that you shouldn't have seen." Braeden began interrogating or whatever you'd called it.

"It's nothing. Whatever!" He said. She glared at him and he soon released that was rookie mistake. "I mean-"

"So you're just going to let what you saw slide? You're not going to care that there could be a new addition?" She interrogated.

Derek widened his eyes and mouth.

So she was pregnant?

Shit…

"No. That's not what I meant." He immediately got up from the chair.

"Sit!" She growled. He sighed as he reluctantly sat on the chair.

Sure! Derek was a badass werewolf and since he has evolved he's an even stronger one, but he was sure as hell that Braeden could still win him in a fight but he wouldn't admit to her of course.

She stared at one of the cabinets of their kitchen before glaring at her boyfriend.

Their relationship has already been established and they're at a stage where a couple would say 'fighting like a married couple' stage but their talk on marriage had been kept under wraps and weren't planning on doing so for a very long while.

She smiled.

"I'm not pregnant if that's what you're thinking?" She laughed. He frowned.

"You're not?" He questioned. She shook her head.

"No. Actually, my mother shipped them over here after I told her I'd like to have a baby and she took it for the actual kind and sent them here and telling me to make sure I was. She was ecstatic so I just went through with it because that woman would probably have a heart-attack if I told her I wasn't." She laughed.

Derek was completely confused.

So his girlfriend wasn't pregnant with his child?

"Then what did you mean?" He asked her realizing she still said she wanted a baby. But what kind did she mean?

She smirked and walked over to him and sat on his lap, straddling him and grinding up against his body and falling hard on his member which released a small grunt out of his mouth.

She traced her index finger up and down his bearded-cheek and seductively leaned in to bit his lower lip lightly and moving her lips over to his ear and encircling her tongue around his earlobe before whispering,

"Let's just say. We'll be having another kind of wolf…"

Derek widened his eyes and shook his head.

"No. We're not having a dog." He shook his head as Braeden got off his lap and Derek walking away with his hands resting on his hips.

That would be worse than a baby!

Nope! He will not allow it.

"Oh come on Derek! It's just a dog…it won't bite." She teased. He glared at her with his eyebrows raised. "Okay that's a weird analogy I didn't think I'd use on a werewolf."

He nodded.

"But Derek, think about it? This new addition would surely take our minds off of things and we won't worry about having a rascal of a kid." Braeden pointed out.

"It's not that I don't want kids." He lied as he shook his head.

"Derek. You and I both know that's not true." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and staring up at him. He sighed. "And that's fine. I don't want kids either."

"Yeah but you are going to want one someday. Your mother wants grandchildren remember?"

"And she'll get them somehow with one of my brothers. I probably won't be alive until then." She laughed. He stared down at her as if she was insane to even bring that up.

"Please don't do that." He growled.

She smiled as she planted a kiss on his hard chest.

"Derek. Trust me on this. I don't think I'll ever want a baby anytime soon." She said.

He felt guilty. He didn't want to deprive her rights of bearing children just because he didn't want them. He doesn't have anything against them he just thought they were too much of a responsibility (However stupid that must sound).

But if she didn't want them then…

Ugh! Life was less bad when he didn't have a committed relationship.

He regretted saying that immediately.

"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun baby making." She said suggestively, bringing Derek back in from his trance as he stared down at her.

"Oh really?" he said huskily. She smirked as she squeezed his ass-cheeks through his denim jeans.

"You don't even know…" She replied.

He smirked as he grabbed hold of her face and crushed his lips onto her soft lips and moving his hands on the hem of her tank top and slowly lifting it over her head before returning his lips back on hers.

Braeden moved her hands from his behind to his belt buckle and slowly unbuckled it before stopping to slowly trace her hand down-low and grabbing hold of his cock. Derek grunted as he removed his lips from her mouth and onto her neck and began suckling on it and planting ferocious kisses on it.

"Oh my fuck," Braeden moaned in pleasure as she clutched his silky hair and found herself being lifted swiftly off her feet and her legs wrapped Derek's waist as he maneuvered himself around so he'd lay her on the kitchen table.

Braeden moved her hands from his head and down his chest and literally ripped his shirt wide open and removing it from his beautiful statuesque-sculptured-toned body.

Whilst she was busy taking advantaged of his half-concealed body, he was playing with the lace of her bra as he unclasped it and threw it to the side lowering himself to cup her firmly rounder breasts. She moaned in ecstasy.

"Derek…"

Hearing her voice calling her name in such serenity caused his dick to twitched which involuntarily caused a growl to be released from his mouth.

"Oh Braeden…" He whispered against her lips as he began peeling off her tights and to see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He stared at her.

"I don't have time for that. Call me kinky." She said. He shook his head.

"Well I'm craving for it." He said smashing his lips back on hers and growling in the process.

"Not fair to be the only one." She whispered as she impatiently removed his belt and dropped his jeans and boxer briefs in the process which now revealed everything. Derek impatiently removed his pants and shoes from his entire body –without departing lips – and slowly climbed on the Kitchen table with his mate.

It was mating season for animals –werewolves included – and the entire gang was pretty hungry.

He held himself against her entrance and entered in slowly.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered against her lips.

"Shut up and just…" She growled and released a shriek as he thrusts in hard and she dug her nails into his masculine back.

This was pure bliss…

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A/N: I'm back everyone! And by popular demand! Lol! Hope y'all liked that #Draeden chapter. It's my first ever! Like I said before, I'll be getting to all your favorite characters and couples soon, just flowing my way around them all.

Hope you liked the Parrish and Derek moments because I just think that two fine looking 24 year old men need to be in the same room together (if you know what I mean).

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