Title: Be Delicate (With This Love)
Genre: Television
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Derek Hale, Lydia Martin
Spoilers: season 3
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of drabbles.
Disclaimer: Jeff borrowed it, now I've borrowed it, but I've no idea where I left it.
Prompt: For athenaohwise1: Kate possesses Lydia and tries to seduce Derek, He thinks its Lydia at first and likes it more than he thinks he should…
Loving never helped that lonely heart,
The world a hostile city from the start
He knew the instant she entered his penthouse, the sharp click of her heels echoing off of the walls and telling him exactly where she paused. Her fingers grasped the back of his leather couch and made soft rubbing reverberations that he felt through the cushions. With a soft exhale that ruffled along the top of his head, she leaned over his shoulder, long red curls tickling the side of his face.
"Can I help you?"
"I've been thinking-"
"You're always thinking."
"-about you."
"About what?" Derek inquired, though he wasn't sure he wanted the answer. Everything about this screamed bad idea, from the fact that she was alone to that he was already half-aroused by the scent of her mixing with his own to those clever little fingers of her that were combing lightly through the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I like you," she whispered, pressing the words against the stubble along his jawline. She nuzzled the shadowed valley that lay under his cheekbone. "I like the way you smell, like sandalwood. What do I smell like?"
"Some kind of flower."
She smiled and he felt her teeth bite at the rim of his ear. "I like the way you taste, too. Would you like to know what I taste like?"
He had no answer for that.
"I'm actually quite torn, Derek. I can't ever seem to decide whether I want to kill you or lick you."
He froze, the words calling out at him from his past. Her hand slid from his nape to his chin, the burn of a silver knife pressing to the thin skin covering his Adam's apple. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, easily stopping the press of the sharp edge, though a few drops of blood slid into the hollow of his throat.
"You're not Lydia."
"You always were smarter than you looked."