Alright, guys, you should know that there will be a lot of sexual referances in this. There will probably be a few chapters that have explicit content too. So if you don't like that type of stuff... Sorry, not sorry! :3
Everybody hurts
Everybody bleeds
Everybody bends to fill a need
Everybody's born with their own curse
And I'm not alone...
"Alright, Colven, we'll see you later, buddy," Florence spoke to the small child as she set him down in the living room of her mother's house, Derek close behind her, looking around the room cautiously. She sighed to herself, taking a glance at him. He's always on edge... But why? She thought. She wanted to ask him, but she knew she shouldn't. Everytime she tried asking much about him, he shrugged it off easily. Once she tried being persistent. She figured if she kept asking, he would cave and tell her. That, however, was a bad idea.
I know he's hiding something... But things are so perfect now. I can't mess that up. I can't anger him either... What if he gets too mad like... He... Always did?
Memories of a man that she loved, one that she trusted, throwing her into a wall before he grabbed her by her hair and smack her flooded her mind. She immediately pushed it off. She shouldn't be thinking of that... Derek would never hurt me. She forced a smile for her nephew and boyfriend at an attempt to hide her thoughts.
"Aunnee... Can I go with you?" Colven pouted.
"Uhh...No, baby," she replied as she crouched, "you can't. You shouldn't even be out in the first place, what with the rain. I'll be back soon though, ok?"
The two-year-old nodded slowly, clearly saddened. Florence smiled slightly and kissed his forehead. "Go play with grandma. Your mom will get off of work in a few hours." Colven hugged his aunt and looked up at Derek.
"Bye, Puppy."
Derek frowned slightly with a tilt to his head. "Umm... Bye, kid."
Colven smiled shyly then ran down the hall to his grandmother's room, and Derek soon heard the child's excited greeting to his elder, as well as her happy chuckles at seeing her grandson.
"You ready to go?" Florence asked, gripping his forearm. Derek frowned slightly, hearing an uptick in her heart rate when she touched him. He nodded once, turning to grasp the doorknob, twist it and pull the door open. With a quick step to the side, he gestured for her to step out first, to which she smiled almost shyly and quickly walked out.
"So," she smiled up at him as they walked out to the black Camaro, "where do you want to go?"
"Home," he replied tartly as he walked around to the driver's side of the car, pulling his car keys out of his pocket.
"Oh, come on, Derek! It's your birthday!"
"And your point is?"
"I want to do something special for you."
Derek only stared at her.
"Please?" She dragged out the word with a whine.
He sighed and nodded. "Alright. But you're deciding where we're going."
"Can I drive?" Florence asked happily.
"Fine..."
The short brunette squeaked in excitement and scurried to his side to swipe the keys from his hands. After planting a kiss on his cheek, she jumped into the driver's seat, obviously happy to be clutching the steering wheel. Florence really did love his car, probably more than he did. He, however, loved to see her drive it.
He loved to see her pull the seat up from where he kept it because her legs were much too short to reach the pedals. He loved to see her scream and curse at other drivers when they cut her off. He loved it when she'd tap the steering wheel to the beat of whatever song was playing. He loved it when she rolled down the window for fresh air and the wind blew her hair back, exposing her neck. He also really loved the fact that she just looked so hot driving the Camaro.
Florence jumped in the front seat, started the engine and immediately reached under his chair. Derek spread his legs a little and pushed himself up and back, looking down at her. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for the CDs," she mumbled as she pulled out a thick black fabricated case and put it in her lap to search through it.
"How did you know it was there?"
"I pay attention." She smiled slightly with a quick glance at him before she went back to looking through the CDs. Florence had to admit she didn't really like most of Derek's music, considering metal was a bit too heavy for her, but he did have a few albums that she enjoyed. Her eyes lit up a few CDs later, when she saw Nickelback's Dark Horse album. She quickly pulled it out and inserted it in the stereo, turning up the volume.
"You like Nickelback?" Derek frowned slightly. He never would have thought she'd like that band.
"A few of their songs, yes. Why?"
He was silent for a brief moment as the lead singer began, his voice rough. "Just... Listen to the lyrics."
"Okay..." She was silent as she pulled onto the road, listening to the song.
-to hit the big screen and shoot a little love scene
If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before you hollered, come on!
Dirty little lady with the pretty pink thong
Every sugar daddy hittin' on her all night long
Doesn't care about the money, she could be with anybody
Ain't it funny how the honey wanted you all along?
(you naughty thing)
You're ripping up the dance floor, honey!
(you naughty woman)
You shake your ass around for everyone!
(you're such a mover)
I love the way you dance with anybody!
(the way you swing)
And tease them all by sucking on your thumb!
You're so much cooler when you never pull it out
'Cus you look so much cuter with something in your mouth
Florence's expression changed slowly, from happy to awkward. "Oh..."
Derek couldn't help but laugh as he turned down the volume. He found her innocence rather cute. "Let me guess. You've only heard their softer songs like 'Lullaby' or 'I'd Come For You', huh?"
She nodded slowly in response. "What is this song even called?"
"Something In Your Mouth," he stated bluntly.
"Ah."
Derek smirked and changed the CD track to 'I'd Come For You'. "You'd probably like this better."
Florence smiled at him. "I liked the last song."
"Really?"
"Yeah... I liked the beat." She began tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song.
"Hm..." Derek looked out the window, partially paying attention to the music. "So where are we going? Or have you even chosen yet?"
"I have," Florence replied, staring straight ahead as they drove through town.
"Yeah? Where?"
"Disneyland!" She exclaimed.
"Florence... I let you drag me out of my loft. I let you drive. But you're pushing it now."
"Oh, shut up. Like I really have money for Disneyland. As to where we're going, that's a surprise."
"Damn it..."
Florence was silent for a moment before her soft lips pulled to a smirk. "And for the record, I know you love it when I drive... I see you staring."
Derek quickly looked at the road. "I don't stare."
"Is that so?"
"Nope. Never."
"So... Not even when I do this?" That grabbed the wolf's attention.
As his eyes snapped back to her, Florence pulled her bra up and her shirt down, exposing the tops of her breasts and her black and blue bra. She then pulled all of her hair to one side, showing off the flawless, creamy skin of her neck and chest with a slight tilt of her head toward her door.
Derek swallowed and looked back at the road. He hated the fact that she was able to turn him on so easily. He hated that she knew him well enough to tease him that way even though they hadn't even had sex before.
He had to admit he did want her. Oh, how he wanted her. But he couldn't allow himself to. He was too afraid he'd lose control of the wolf in him. He was afraid she'd learn the truth. Derek knew it was wrong to keep her in the dark, but he figured the less she knew, the better. But really... How much longer could he keep up with this? He knew sooner or later she would get to him, she would light his fires and there would be no stopping him. He just wished it wouldn't be so.
"Nope." He replied simply.
"Uh huh, sure," Florence mumbled as she stepped on the gas, pulling her shirt back up, much to Derek's relief.
He kept his eyes on the road, realizing that they were on the outskirts of town. "Seriously... Where are we going?"
"I told you, it's a surprise."
He groaned a little and pouted. "Come on, babe..."
"Oh, stop pouting you big baby." She lightly swatted his arm. "We'll be there soon."
Derek only grumbled in respone, looking out the window. "I'm twenty-three, Florence. Not five."
"Yes, and I'm twenty-one. Not three. Your point is?"
"You don't have to act like my birthday is that spe-"
"Derek Tyler Hale, if I hear one more negative thing about your birthday comes out of your mouth, I swear..." Florence growled, trailing off.
"You'll what?" Derek smirked. She was silent for a moment, only staring at him. "Yeah, that's what I tho-"
She cut him off by licking his cheek.
Derek stared at her, not really knowing how to respond.
"Shut up," she ordered.
He passed it off and smirked, looking out the window again while wiping his cheek. We're leaving the city?
Several moments slowly dragged out as they both sat in silence and they drove at least ten miles out of the city. While Florence was listening to the music, which was on the song "Next Go Round" at that point, Derek was listening to the beat of her heart. He noticed that as the song played on, her pulse quickened.
She's getting hot... He realized, seeing her shift in her seat a little. He really did feel... Guilty? for not giving her what she wanted. He also felt bad about the fact that he would probably be the one to take her innocence from her. But in all honesty, something about how she had never been with another man made him want her all the more. Sure, he kind of felt like a creep for feeling that way, but don't we all have our own fetishes?
Derek had always wondered how she could be a twenty-one-year-old virgin, what with her body and looks. He knew that the last guy she was with, Kyle, was a real douche. He hit her several times, most of the time leaving bruises. Although it angered him to think of Kyle hurting her then ordering sex from her, he was amazed he never got very far. Derek remembered the one and only time Florence told him about the time Kyle tried raping her. He was horrified and angered knowing that someone touched her against her will, but he managed to remain calm... Somewhat... And listen to her without going to Kyle's house and ripping his head off- literally.
Now, she was happy as ever. She told him multiple times before that he saved her from Kyle, but he knew deep down that he only pulled her out of the frying pan and into the fire by allowing their relationship to get so deep. It was even worse when she told him just last month that she trusted him with her life. If only you knew...
He was actually pretty surprised she would be able to hint at sex with him, once even straddling him and making out with him on his bed. Derek figured that since she was nearly fully raped, she would always be afraid of going to bed with a man. But she just... Wasn't. Yeah, it was a horrifying experience for her, but she somehow managed to put it behind her, something that most women would not be able to do. But, as stated before, Florence was different.
Maybe it was just because she trusted him that much. Maybe she put that much faith in him. After all, she did tell him he was nothing like Kyle, even in the beginning. Kyle was always a but demanding of her, but it got worse as time went on. Derek, however, was nice and polite. He didn't order anything of her. He never hit her, and he only hurt her feelings on a few occasions. That was when she tried to be persistent with asking him more about his life, to which he firmly and quickly shot her down by telling her to "shut the fuck up." Derek, seeing the hurt in her eyes, was quick to apologize and make up for what he said.
And here they are, almost a year down the road, without having many problems at all. Derek was able to make up a short excuse for not having family, telling her that they all moved to Brooklyn several years ago but he was kicked out so he moved back to Beacon Hills. When she asked why he was kicked out, he simply said, "I was a douche."
Florence didn't seem to buy it, but she did accept his answer. She brought it up a few times, but when he was short with his answers, she dropped it. He didn't want to talk about his past. She got that. She only wished he would trust her with information just like she did with him. But we're all different, aren't we?
"Here we are," Florence stated as she parked the car.
Derek leaned forward and looked up at the building, raising an eyebrow. "The bar?" This he could deal with.
"Mhm." She unbuckled her seatbelt, pulled the keys from the ignition and handed them to him before jumping out of the car. Derek shoved the keys and got out, walked around the front of the car and stood by her side.
"Have you ever been to a bar?"
"Nope." She smiled up at him.
"Not even when you turned twenty-one?"
"Uh uh. Why?"
"Just wondering... Well, come on," Derek mumbled as he began walking toward the door.
Even before he got closer to the building, he could hear the sounds of men and woman shouting and laughing as well as some rock song playing on the speakers. Now that he had opened the door and walked inside after Florence, the sounds surrounded him.
Derek looked around and caught a few men eyeing Florence as they walked up to the bar. Although he knew she would never do so much as flirting with another man, he couldn't help but feel protective of her. Derek wrapped an arm around her waist, glaring at one man who was staring too openly.
Florence only giggled at him when they got to the bar and took their seats and Derek had to let go of her waist. "Calm down, Der. They're not going to try anything."
"No?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"No. They see a big, muscular guy right next to me who looks like he would kill whoever layed a finger on his girl."
"Hm... Well, Florence, some men really are idiots. They'd try anything for a pretty girl," he stated bluntly as he glanced around the area.
"What can I get ya?" the bartender, a man about four inches shorter than Derek with blond hair and grey eyes asked.
"Um... You can start me off with a beer. Florence?" Derek turned to look at her as the bartender pulled a bottle up from the bar and opened it before sliding it to him.
"A beer would be-"
"Hey," he caught the bottle and picked it up, bringing it to his lips, "could you dillute that for her?"
"What? Why?"
"Florence, you and I both know you're a lightweight..." He took a drink from the bottle.
"You think I can't hold my alcohol," she stated, clearly irritated by what he said.
"No. I know you can hold it. I just don't think you'll be able to drink much before getting drunk."
"Oh really? So you don't think I could drink you under the table?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Derek chuckled and took another drink of his beer. "I know for a fact that you couldn't."
"Hm. Alright. Hey," Florence called to the bartender, who was already speaking with another man, probably a regular given the two seemed to be pretty at home. The bartender's attention was grabbed fully, however, when Florence spoke to him.
"You decide, miss?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes on hers instead of drifting down to her chest. Derek only rolled his eyes and frowned.
Hormonal bastards...
"Yeah. Give me anything stronger than what he has," she said with a smirk.
The bartender smiled and poured her a shot of whiskey. Derek raised an eyebrow and set his bottle down, watching Florence.
"Are you sure...?"
"Derek, relax. It's not like it's going to kill me," she stated as she quickly raised the glass and downed the contents. She shuddered slightly and scrunched her face, but she mostly kept her composure. Derek smirked and tilted his head, taking a swig of his bottle.
"You know what... Gimme a shot."
The next several minutes was spent by the two taking turns at shots, Florence quickly getting tipsy and Derek still completely unfazed by the alcohol.
She's getting drunk... Well, this'll be fun.
Thank you, guys, for the reviews! :D
K I know this chapter wasn't as cute, but there will be some adorableness in the future. But for now, we're gonna see some drunk and *cough cough* horny *cough* Florence. Anyway, tell me what you guys think :3
