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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
A/N: All fixed up. The chapters are right now.
The look Scott gives him when Isaac tells him he's leaving is adorable. He's obviously trying so hard to be intimidating and fierce, shouting hateful words and threats at Derek with his eyes, but to Derek he looks as fiercesome as a yapping puppy. He also looks constipated.
Despite his personal feelings on the situation, Scott makes no attempt to stop Isaac from leaving. He accepts that it's Isaac's decision, so maybe the kid isn't such a kid anymore, and tells Isaac to let him know if he needs anything; that last part an obvious slight at Derek.
But Derek doesn't care. Scott could be moody and have his little bitch-fit all he wanted. Isaac was coming back with him, that's all that mattered.
The drive back to the loft is silent. Neither of them says anything and Derek doesn't turn on the radio, so the only sound between them is the wind and other cars whizzing past. But Derek is content. He's content to just sit in the car with Isaac, feeling positively liberated now that he's come to terms with what's between them. Isaac had been right, he had been a coward. He was so scared of losing Isaac that he didn't even want to give him the chance. So for three days, he sat in the loft in pure torture; the ache in his chest and clawing, scraping, whining of his wolf driving him insane. He would have stayed like that too, until Cora stepped in and told him 'go get him'. That was all the prodding he needed.
After parking the car the pair walks up the few flights of stairs to the loft. Once through the door, and relocked tight, Derek pulls Isaac against him and kisses him for all he's worth.
The boy moans, obviously (pleasantly) surprised, and goes a little weak in the knees as he clings to Derek. He's not going anywhere though. Derek has a hold of him.
His tongue swipes at the seam on Isaac's lips and the Beta gladly opens for him. It's Derek's turn to moan as he pillages that which his Beta has given him, drunk on the taste of Isaac's mouth and already knowing he'll always crave more.
"You don't know…how long I've wanted to do that." The Alpha pants when he finally comes up for air.
"Probably…as long as I wanted you too," Isaac pants back. And Derek's mouth is on his again.
They kiss for what feels like hours, lips chapped and swollen to the point that not even werewolf healing can save them, but it still doesn't feel like enough. Once Isaac's mouth has been explored to the most thorough extent (Derek was nothing if not thorough) he trails down to the pale expanse of neck, kissing by his jaw line and nudging it over with his nose to gain entry. A whine escapes Isaac's throat, the sharp start of claws dig into Derek's shoulder, and Derek's wolf growls in reprise before he attacks.
A heavy thud echoes through the loft when Isaac's back connects with the floor and Derek pulls back from on top of him to see if he's ok.
He doesn't get far though, because the moment he pulls away Isaac's hand latches onto the back of his neck and pulls him back in. He kisses Derek like he's starving and Derek loves it. He loves that Isaac is so desperate for touch, desperate for him like Derek is for Isaac. But he has to make sure Isaac is ok, make sure he didn't hurt him when he all but tackled him. The devil on his left says Isaac's fine, he can take it. But the angel on his right tells him he shouldn't be selfish.
With great force of will, and even greater force to pin Isaac's hands down because god the kid was desperate to keep a hold on him, he pulls back enough to look at him. He's pretty sure he should say something, like ask if he's ok like he planned, but the sight of Isaac flush faced, panting through kiss red lips, and eyes flickering between blue and gold makes it very hard to concentrate.
Isaac calms down for a minute, evens his breathing, and closes his eyes. And when he opens them they are solid gold looking up at him. His wolf is out, so that means he knows what it means and what he's doing when he bares his throat to Derek, all pale cream and racing blood in his veins.
Derek may groan or whine in the back of his throat when he sees it, engraves it to memory, before he attacks it.
His angel insists that he should talk to Isaac; they need to discuss things, establish boundaries and rules, instead of making out on the floor. And Derek will, he will talk to him. Just not right now.
Thanks for all of you that kept with me while I was gettin' my shit straight. All reviews and feedback are welcome as always. :)