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; it was their last chance.
Disclaimer: If it was mine, this would be canon.
The patterns of attraction don't connect with your reaction and the scene that's playing out has made you doubt,
forever that the moment you are chasing is a view always escaping you however many times you hunt it down
Lydia set the mood with the skill of someone who'd been doing it her whole life. She brought intimacy and comfort to the open roughness of the forest, spreading a comforter across the wooden stump, playing soft music from her cell phone, and wearing her favorite lingerie under her trench coat. Then she settled down on the edge of the Nematon to wait.
Derek arrived on time, but hesitated at the edge of the clearing. "We don't have to do this."
"We do," she replied sharply, straightening the comforter and ignoring the way her hand shook.
"Maybe banshees and werewolves aren't compatible for a reason. Why won't you even talk about adoption?"
"I want your child! I want to feel her move inside of me! I am not broken, Derek!"
He was at her side instantly, his hands feverishly hot as he cradled her face. "You're not. I know you're not. All the tests and exams, there's nothing wrong with you."
"I'm a creature of death, you're of life. Deaton said that in the place where the barriers were thinnest, on the night they were at their most weak, there was a chance." She was pleading with him, her voice steady but her lips trembling and her eyes begging. "Please?"
He was nodding before she finished the word, his hands reaching for her belt. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Lydia swore, her nerves easing as the familiar rhythms of their lovemaking began to thrum along her skin. The full moon added an extra edge, a roughness to Derek's caresses that wasn't usually there.
Lydia could feel the power of the Nematon like a pulse beneath her back, and her heart beating in time with it. Under her hand, Derek's heart was doing the same.