"Am I the only one that thinks it's hysterical that Scott is hanging out the window?" She shouts as they race towards the woods. Allison gives her a dirty look and Scott because he is the greatest friend ever sticks his tongue out and barks. "See, Scott thinks it's funny."
"This is serious Stiles we have to find Lydia." Allison scolded.
"I am taking this seriously, she is my new girlfriend and all." Stiles said taking the turn.
"Do I want to know?" Allison asked.
"Stiles is convinced she is a lesbian now." Scott responds.
"Not convinced, just really interested in giving it a shot." Stiles corrects as the pull to a stop.
"What are you idiots doing here?" Derek says standing outside the car. Stiles and Allison jump out of the seats when he appears. Scott just sort of climbs out of the Jeep. Stupid Scott and his stupid wolf senses and no one being able to sneak up on him.
"My girlfriend ran naked and crazy from the hospital." Stiles tells him trying to open the door on Derek and maybe catch him in the knees.
"Translation?" He looks at Scott, bastard. Just for that she wasn't going to suck his dick any time soon. Even though it had already been a few days and she was kind of going into a dry spell.
"Lydia freaked out and ran away from the hospital." Scott helps Allison out of the passenger side leaving Stiles still trapped by the waiting Derek.
"Naked." Stiles added. Derek glared at her. Glared at her like he hadn't spent the night in her bed and then snuck out before she woke up. Like he hadn't had his face between her legs only days before.
"This is the one Peter attack?"
"Yes and we have to find her before the Argents do." Scott is talking and finally Derek backs away from the door, so sadly she can't slam it into him like planned. Damn it.
"Hey, two blood hounds are better than one!" Stile pulls out the hospital gown and throws it at Derek's face, she is rather surprised that it smacks him. "Fetch!"
"Stiles." Scott sounds like he is going to kill her after she runs away. Derek just pulls the gown off his face and ignores her.
"The scent goes in a few directions." Derek deadpans.
"Please tell me we are not going to split up like the Scooby Gang for this?" Stiles says knowing the answer already. She tried killing Scott and Allison with her mind as they walk away. A stick hits her in the side of the head, a stick Derek clearly threw from the look on his face.
"Fetch." He snaps.
"Hey, I am the on in the converse. I get to make the jokes." Derek doesn't seem to think this is funny in any way. Clearly he has never read Cyanide and Happiness, and he totally should because that shit is hilarious. Derek turns and starts to walk off with out her, which is totally not cool. "Really? That's it you are just going to walk away and possibly leave me in the middle of the woods. Out of all the people you know I am the least likely to survive in the dark on my own."
"Maybe you could talk a little louder so that the Argents can hear us." He snaps at her.
"Some one is a sourwolf." The sigh pushes the hair in her face out of the way. "One might think you hadn't gotten a rocking blow job on Friday night, the way you are acting." She did that on pupose, it was deliberate. She just wasn't aware that she was attempting to provoke Derek until the words leave her mouth and a second before he turns and backs her against a tree.
"Did this seem like something we were going to talk about? Do I look like one of your girlfriends?" Derek is going for angry but Stiles just hears hotness. She knew that porn addiction was going to catch up to her one day.
"Well no, I only have the two and one is screwing Scott and the other is nuts and running around naked. So seeing as you have clothes on and have yet to express interest in Scott's pants I am going to say we are very clear that you are not my girlfriend." He leans away for half a breath seeming pleased with her babbling response.
But Stiles has changed her mind on the whole blowing him thing. She is going to do that, right now if at all possible. Stiles reaches down and grasps Derek by the crotch, he goes utterly still.
"I was however looking for a repeat performance in the next half our or so." She is rather pleased with the twitch that runs down his neck and the heave his chest gives.
"And what about your friend?" There is an edge to his voice that she heard last time.
"Are you suggesting that you don't think you have it in you to fuck me brainless and find a raving lunatic in the same night? Because if so I thought I was hoping on another guy." Stiles turns to leave, but is blocked by Derek's arm. Success. He gives a shove and forces her back against the tree.
Jesus he is talented with his mouth. Not that this is new information just that she forgot some of it while she was busy being horny to the point of delusion. No but seriously Derek does wonderful things and frankly the stubble taking off the top layer of skin is an added bonus.
Stiles has her legs around his hips and her arms are making angry designs on Derek's back when she finally wanders down to his ass. Firstly it is the most glorious thing she has felt in possibly ever. Secondly the really hard squeeze sends him thrusting for a split second making his jeans rub just right to hit her clit, which is a very good feeling. Third and finally there is a crinkly square package in his back pocket.
"You brought me a present!" Stiles exclaims happily breaking the kiss and pulling the condom out. Derek takes a giant bite at her throat in retaliation "Harder." She growls to him. This time when his teeth sink into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder his teeth draw blood. She shakes from the force of it.
Things escalate quickly from there. Stiles has her pants down but not off in the next hand full of seconds. She doesn't take the time to full remove them from where Derek shoved them, because she is a bit busy getting his pants off. They don't really make it far either, just enough to get the condom on and then he has her back against the tree.
Stiles is briefly very happy she kept up with that yoga shit because her jeans are only to her knees and her legs are now thrown over Derek's shoulders with the rest of her pressed against the tree. She is effectively being fucked while in a sit up position.
Derek braces his arms on either side of her and just goes. The only thing holding her against the tree is his slight weight forward and his cock slamming into her. Stiles comes before he even gets into a good rhythm. But once he does the world sort of explodes behind her eyes between short burst of black when the orgasm hits.
This is only her second real sexual experience but she does notice when Derek's attention suddenly starts to shift. He is still pounding into her but he is only half paying attention. So figuring turn about is fair play she pulls her legs half an inch closer and bites Derek on the neck. Not where the shoulder meets the neck, but on the throbbing spot over his artery.
"Fuck, Geinim." He rasps and then his thrust go haywire for a moment and Stiles comes with him. Neither moves for several heartbeats, although Derek does tilt his head and look off to the side for a breath but then comes back to here.
He has to pull away slowly so that she doesn't fall to the ground and the feeling of him leaving her is kind of awful. Stiles desperately wants him back inside her, and not even to keep going, it just feels better with him in there.
"Next time we are getting completely naked." Stiles points an angry finger at him. "And I want at least five seconds of something happening to my breasts before you get your dick in me."
"This isn't happening again." Derek doesn't sound convincing because he sounds like he is struggling to get air in his lungs.
"That's funny, you're funny." She laughs a little. He growls. "Oh come on really? Here I am a consenting partner with a bit of a sex addiction offering you a no strings attached deal where you get to do me every time we see each other."
"You're a girl." Derek some how makes it sound like a disease that should be cleansed off the earth.
"I have the doctor's notes to prove it to. But even some of those were confused because lord knows my parents really thought I was a boy until they yanked me out." Derek gives her a bored face. "Ugh, seriously being attached to your dick does not mean being attached to you. I kind of hate you, like quite a bit."
"Now is not the time." Derek buttons his jeans and wanders off sniffing the air.
"Yup. Totally hate him." Stiles says to no one in particular
That was a little too close. The Argents had been almost on top of them and he was balls deep in Stiles before he noticed. It really was a blessing that now one knew her first name.
"That doesn't sound like werewolves."
"It sounds like some killer sex."
"Killer sex with some one named Geinim, and we don't know any Geinims and neither does the pack, it's not them keep moving."
So instead of hiding from the hunters or running from the hunters he had fucked his way out of it. That he was never going to do again. No matter how tight of an ass she had. Because she was underage and he had bigger problems, he did not need an emotional teen all over him right now.
He did not need to think about how she really knew what she was doing when it came to meeting his thrust. Or how she was so rough with him it was almost painful. He didn't need to think about how much of a turn on her dirty mouth was and how crazy she sounds.
Derek really does try but the idiot girl keeps following him half the night. Its fine most of the time except when she jogs in front of him and he is forced to watch her ass, because what else is he supposed to look like. She has an amazing ass, images of spankings and whips that are not part of this search invade his thoughts.
His mind is really starting to spiral when the woods break on the cemetery, which is also when Scott texts and Stiles leaves.
"Need some help?" He asks the boy trapped in the grave.
I am having way too much fun writing this. Like boat loads of fun. A literal canoe filled with vodka would not begin to describe my fun.
Also come play with my on my tumblr, found on my profile. I need more Teen Wolf/Sterek friends. -E