"No, it's cool. I will just check on Jackson the amazing lizard man by myself. It's not like he has tried to kill me a bunch of times. It's not like I spent half the day trying to ditch my werewolf escort, which was way harder than it sounds. No, it's fine you can totally have hot steamy car sex while I go deal with the asshole in the van. It's not like he isn't a huge fan of me." Stiles mumbled to herself opening the door.
"Jackson might not be but I am." A throaty growl came from the half naked boy in the van.
"Oh my god! The fuck?" Stiles shouted as Jackson blinked and reveal lizard eyes. "Hello Godzilla, how nice of you to show up."
"Let me out." Lizard Jackson demanded.
"How about no-oo." Stiles said dragging the word out as long as possible. But apparently almost-lizard-Jackson had other idea and freaking broke the cuffs. "Dude that's public property, don't break tax payers stuff!" Stiles shouted because the she doesn't know when to stop. Stiles blamed the verbal diarrhea for why she ended up pinned under mutant man.
"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. Why are you at the center of all of this?" Not-Jackson asks inches from her face. The scales are now covering his eyes, which is beyond creepy. Peter Hale has nothing on the Kanima.
"I am totally not at the center. I don't know who you have been talking to, but the world revolves around Scott. I have evidence." Stiles babbles back because what does one say to a half-naked-jock-lizard-man-thing in these situations?
"I beg to differ. You, mouthy little girl, are at the center of all of this, ruining everything." He tilts his head. "But I have a deal for you, I give you Jackson and you leave me alone."
"Give me Jackson? Like a pet? I don't need a pet. I have thirteen police dogs that are really fond of me and seem to think I am a receptacle for their slobber. " Why did she keep talking? Also was Scott really so busy boning Allison to hear this?
"No not like a pet. I have seen the way you look at him. You have wanted him for years." It is at this moment that Stiles is convinced she is not actually talking to some repressed part of Jackson but in fact the 'friend' that they are looking for.
"Hey, wanting to take off some one's pants and thinking they would look good covered in scratch marks and being into some one are not the same thing." Stiles was offended. Her interest in Jackson had always been purely physical. That boy was just plain mean and while yes she was vaguely interested in the idea of some pain play during sex she wasn't a fan of it out of the bedroom. And she had the feeling that Jackson was the verbally abusive type.
Stiles will never be sure but some how that rambling translated into 'kiss me' to Bowser Jackson because that is what he did, with a lot of tongue. Not that is was bad, in fact it was kind of awesome kissing, like Derek and Jackson should make out some time just to see if the world exploded because it might. But also Stiles was kind of trying monogamy on for size, not that she had said anything to Derek because hello text book case of emotionally unavailable.
And holy Christ on a cross this kiss had been going on for way longer than she thought because his hand was places it shouldn't be. Not bad touch shouldn't be but like creepy guys at the golf course that lean over her too much to get their beers shouldn't be.
"I need an adult." Stiles huffed pushing alternate universe Jackson off her. He chuckled and then licked her neck, which as not cool. "Boyd! Life Alert! Scott! The Popo! Anyone, I am being assaulted!" Stiles screamed because he was kind of holding her down.
"I bet you even talk when he is fucking you." Double evil Jackson whispered in her ear before jumping out of the truck and just fucking running, but not before he gave her neck a nice swipe with those claws.
"Tits!" Stiles exclaimed feeling the slice and then the numbness. Bad things were going to come out of this.
"I will not forget this!" Stiles yelled from her prone position on the floor of the van, where she remained for the next hour. Yay for thinking time, or as it was not called, plotting time. Stiles was going to figure this shit out. Also she needed some strong disinfectant to get the Jackson out, because ew.
"Stiles, why are you wearing Derek's clothes? And why do you smell like Jackson? And where is Jackson!" Scott asks as she shambles over to tell him the bad news.
"It's a good thing you are cute or wise I might have drowned you in the third grade like I was considering." Stiles grumbles as she heads for her Jeep.
"You wanted to drown me? Wait what? No back to main topic!" Scott shouted.
"Nope." Stiles said in response. "We go tell my dad stuff now. We are done with this. I am not being molested by more lizard people."
That plan, much like the first plan did not end well. Like with restraining orders didn't end well.
"Oh come on it wasn't one sided!" Stiles shouted as they all looked at her.
"What?" Jackson now back to normal evil Jackson was apparently not remembering the escape bit.
"Um this?" Stiles yanked at the neck of the shirt to reveal the scratches. "I mean dude it was rigged for you to get out easy, you did not have to claw me up."
"I didn't do that." Jackson said looking panicy.
"Whatever I already took samples and put them in evidence bags." Stiles threw said bags down on the table. "And I have spent way more time learning out to swab for evidence than most kids my age so you can bed I got skin cells."
"Alright everyone just calm down!" Her dad shouted.
So well there was a restraining order against Stiles, Jackson got one too. That was a bit fun. The two of them couldn't be within 50 feet of each other. Scott was less amused, and grounded. Well they both were. And Scott was banned from seeing her, like that would stop him, he was dating some one in secret.
That grounding thing, didn't really work when your hunk of man meat had an affinity for climbing through windows.
"Stiles!" Derek shouted from the other side of the window.
"What!" She shouted back from her position by the computer. It had been a very trying day. Derek gestured at her like she was retarded because well, it was raining. Like full on thunder storming right now, and Derek was trapped on her roof like a werewolf lightening rod.
Derek glared.
Stiles quirked an eyebrow.
Derek scowled.
Stiles shook her head.
"Let me in before I break the glass and bring the weather in with me." He growled. Stiles rolled her eyes and got up to open the window.
"I am glad you are at least now threatening property damage, something I know you will follow through with because you have yet to full fill any threats of bodily harm. When you are in the mood to hurt me you just do it rather than…." Derek threw her against the wall. "Fuck!"
"What. The. Ever. Living. Fuck. Were you thinking!" Derek growls inches from her face.
"You are going to have to be more specific. This might be shocking but I do a lot of stupid stuff." Stiles mumbles back, because this is totally not a turn on.
"How about chaining up a known killer and then spending some alone time with him?" Derek had is murder face on.
"He wasn't the murder creature at the time. He was just normal evil. Jackson being a douchbag is normal….oh fuck me." Stiles says because um Derek kind of doesn't know that Jackson is the Kanima.
"You are getting more than that today." Derek huffs out next to her ear.
"I am going to feel this in the morning aren't I?" Stiles shudders because, um yeah, Derek just cut his shirt off her with a claw. He throws the tatters in the corner.
"You will be lucky if you only feel it tomorrow." Derek growls and then bites down on her neck with human teeth.
"Not a turn on. Not a turn on." Stiles mutters as Derek makes out with her neck, inches from the scratches she only received hours ago. Only it is, because she is grabbing at his pants and pushing at his jacket and the fact that Derek is soaking wet doesn't even make things bad, it makes them better. So much better, because he is slick and cold and her skin is just too hot for anything else.
Derek growls when she gets her hands on his abs and they are not against the wall any longer, Stiles bounes once on her mattress before Derek yanks her pants off and throws them over her shoulder. Her bra gets the claw treatment as well.
"Hey, I liked that one!" It was pretty with lace and shit.
"I'll buy you another one." And there go the panties. Seriously this is going to be eight kinds of rough, she can tell. Stiles is now completely naked and Derek still has pants on, granted they are unbuttoned and starting for fall down his hips, and sweet baby Jesus he is not wearing boxers today.
Stiles flounders for a moment on the bed, naked and spread eagle like some kind of clam or virgin sacrifice. Only that second totally doesn't work because she kind of gave that away to Derek, something that has yet to come up….. and now is not the time.
Derek leans down and bites Stiles right on her visible hipbone. Stiles moan because really hips apparently are her new favorite place to have Derek's mouth. Derek sits on the edge of the bed for a second just watching her and then his eyes go red and he grabs Stiles' ankles and flips her while also dragger her across his lap.
"Hey!" She cries. Only just as she is about to make more of a real protrest about the lack of real forplay or anything right now Derek spanks her. Not a 'you are in trouble soft' spank, a 'feel it in your hair' spank. "Ow!"
He does it again. And again. And again. On the fourth time Stiles knows this is getting kinky because with each hit she can feel her clit throb. On the fifth spank she moans. He comes down harder on the next one and she lets out some inhuman noise between a moan and shout of pleasure. Derek growls above her and the spanks start coming in a faster pace but with the same force and Stiles loses count. But she does know that she breaks out in a sweat along her spine and that she can feel each blow in her clit and it's exquisite torture.
She comes. Stiles doesn't even feel it building. One moment she is just super turned on and then next spank just lands on some kind of nerve bundle along her spine and her vision blacks out.
"I didn't even know that was possible." Stiles mumbles as Derek shuffles around behind her, he doesn't respond. Not that she was expecting him to, Derek isn't big on talking, ever. Stiles is still on her hands and knees when Derek comes up behind her and slides in.
She immediately puts doggy style on her mental list of favorite things because while she has read about the A-zone feeling it is so much different. Stiles is convinced that Derek is actually hitting her cervix. He leans down over her and grabs her hair in a fist.
"If I ever find you covered in another boy's scent like that again, you wont be able to sit for a week." Derek growls in her ear as he starts thrusting.
"As long as you promise we get to do this one time when you are not angry." Stiles gasps between moans. Derek fists her hair tighter in answer. "That. Harder." She moans and rolls her hips back at him.
Derek rewards her by going back to the neck attention. In fact he stays there the entire time they are fucking. He switches sides half way through but he keeps holding her hair to keep her head tilted and in his control. So this is what was talking about, and it's glorious. This all the time, preferably every quarter hour and Stiles will be the happiest woman alive.
She stops counting the orgasms, why try. By the time Derek finally slams into her with full werewolf force she is half crying from the pleasure pain edge of it all. The big shocker is not the incredibly hot rough sex; it's the cuddling after.
Derek pulls Stiles backwards on top of him so that she is plastered on top of his now horizontal position, with her back to his front. They lay like that for a moment as Stiles catches her breathe and just as it slows Derek rolls them both over until Stiles is laying on her stomach.
"So what I am getting from all of this is that I should go around town making out with the entire Lacrosse team if I want cuddles." Stiles mumbles happily as Derek noses her shoulder blades.
"Only if you want them to sing soprano." Derek sounds sleepy and happy and funny all at once. The universe must have ended.
"That was a joke. I think it means that I should go out clubbing and rub myself all over every available surface that happens to be male." Stiles chuckles.
"I swear on everything you hold dear…"
"Dragon Ball Z." Stiles injects.
"What?" Derek pops up and looks at her like she has lost her mind, which is odd because this is a new look on him. Normally its just a scale between sex and murder, this is honest confusion and its hysterical.
"Proceed." Stiles waves.
"Everything you hold dear is a bad action cartoon from twenty years ago?" Derek leans in real close like he needs to smell the truth.
"It's not bad, nothing that has an entire episode that consist of a single character screaming while others react can ever be bad." Stiles shoots back, but secretly she is freaking out because Derek knows DBZ. Clearly they are soul mates. Not that she believes in that stuff or is in any way overly attached in this relationship, because that would be bad.
"I will break any boys you rub against the way Cell broke Vegeta." Derek bites her ear lobe.
"You know he really was worse on the androids than anyone… stopping now." Stiles replies when Derek growls, like a real growl not the sex one. They are different.
She is blissfully silent for about three heart beats.
"Oh shit I told you it was Jackson." Stiles says and Derek has to try really hard not to snort. Of course her brain vomits that out now, while he is busy rolling in her scent.
"Yes. You did." Derek doesn't really want to talk; he kind of wants to go back to the nuzzling and her laying still which has just ended.
"Please don't kill him." Stiles begs crowding him with her small frame.
"Why?" Derek is curious, seriously curious why Stiles wants this particular boy to live.
"Okay, so he is like not a complete douche hat. I know it looks that way but like being adopted is hard and everything I have read about it says his parents handled that really wrong. Also he is best friends with Danny, who is awesome. Like mega super awesome. And the only member of the cool crowd to never once mock me for any reason." Stiles is babbling and jumping on his chest, with her knees. He is fucking a hyper active puppy. This is his life now.
"You mean the one you always steal the after shave from?" Derek remembers the tall boy from the track field. It's a good thing the boy is gay, Derek would have to hurt him otherwise.
"It smells really fucking good. In my hair its like the best smell ever. I have no idea why I like it so much but I really can't get enough of it." Stiles is now digging her knees into his pecks while her bottom bounces on his stomach. She is really boney, something that Derek is only now learning.
"You like the under notes." He supplies.
"What?" Stiles goes very still. A still Stiles is a dangerous Stiles. Derek realizes that he sort of let that one slip. He just stares blankly at her. "You know something. Tell me." Her eyes dilate and the wolf part of him reads it as arousal and demands he take her again. "Tell me or I start the bouncing for real." Derek squints, Stiles squints back.
"The under notes of the after shave are clove, pine and sandalwood." Derek tells her. He leaves out the part that those are smells that many werewolves carry and that she is drawn to the smell because of biological miss fire that makes the a werewolf breeding machine. Because that conversation isn't happening. Ever. "And you have yet to give a valid reason Jackson should live." It's comically easy to distract Stiles.
She slumps a little but remains on her knees above him, or on him rather. Stiles fiddles with the ends of her hair and shuffles for a few seconds. He can smell a lie coming, she is trying to come up with something here.
"Stiles." He puts alpha into the tone and it snaps the smell of lie out of the air.
"I don't want you to carry that weight." It rushes out of her mouth and she slaps one hand over her mouth like she didn't mean it.
"You don't want me to carry what weight?" Derek is not sure what the look on her face is but it's not a good one. It's somewhere between heartbroken and fear.
"The weight of Jackson. Because you bit him and he turned into this because of the bite. You don't need more to blame yourself for. You blame yourself for the fire, and Laura and the whole thing with Peter is like a giant sign around your neck. But if Scott and I fixed it then it wouldn't fall to you to do something and your imagined mistake wouldn't have to be added nor a teen's death. Because you blame yourself for all of it and it's why you keep rushing things because you are so worried that if you stop it's all going to come crashing down. And oh my god I really have been paying attention to therapy all these years. Color me shocked."
Stiles must notice that Derek hasn't moved or blinked or breathed because she stops. Derek's brain has hit a full stop. There is a high-pitched static noise as her words dig claws in his psyche.
She is right, about all of it. When Derek's brain turns back on he is kissing her. Only this isn't one of their angry hungry kisses. This is slow and sweet and he knows he can't ever let this stupid idiot girl go. No wonder he keeps getting so upset when she is in danger or hurt. He loves her. It's terrifying and horrible and the worst thing ever because he can't protect her or turn her.
"Does this mean you wont kill him?" She says when they break apart.
"This means I will think about it." Derek tells her, because now he has to kill the Kanima after it's hurt her this many times.
"Are you going to leave now?" She looks like a child now sitting on his stomach.
"No." Derek says slowly. Stiles blooms in front of him like one of those slow motion captures of a flower. Her entire being just expands.
"We could watch a movie!" She bounces and Derek has to try really hard to watch.
"I am allowed to veto." Derek snaps as she runs up to her book shelf and starts thumbing through dvds.
"Ha! You made another joke." Stiles stages laughs, which is actually kind of great because she is still naked. And thus Derek was blind sided into watching the first three episodes of the BBC Sherlock.
"That wasn't a movie." Derek grumbles later that night as they are laying in the bed. Neither has put clothes on, something Derek heartily approves of.
"Shhh." Stiles sighs from under the covers. So Derek shuts up and lets her sleep, and he stays until her dad comes home in the middle of the night. He has things to do now. Now that he is sure he has to keep Stiles.
So Jackson got in on this action, this is for BadWolf(somenumbershere) who loves the Jackson. He might get more later. Now I need to go react to tonight's episode. Also I was really in a Dragon Ball Z mood and you are just going to have to deal with it or google it. -E