I did this out of boredom. This is smutty, but not graphic. I will only describe feelings, not the actual act. Only Innuendos!

[Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of TW.]

Mating Season

I parked in front Derek's house to bitch at him for avoiding me all week. I figured out (from Scott) that Derek was home, as he deceived me earlier by sending his car away. I waited until midnight to leave, so that I would be sure that my dad wouldn't notice that I was gone.

I pushed the old charred door open, walking right in. No one seemed to be inside the living room. It was pretty quiet for the most part, which worried me. I knew that someone was here, there was a teapot on the table. I had decided to go to the kitchen and wait him out.

I always liked the kitchen, as it was the only place that I could picture a Hale family moment. I could tell where all the dishes went, how many thanksgiving and Christmas dinners were cooked in the oven. It was comforting, that I could picture his mom cooking, as I never really had a mom to picture doing anything. For Thanksgiving, I usually cooked things like desserts, mostly things that you couldn't burn. Our small family spends a significant amount of time in diners.

I felt a light brush on my waist, so I turned around quickly, a maneuver the Derek had taught me. Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear, Nana used to always say. Derek was standing right behind me, a little too close for comfort. I always pegged Derek for the kind that values his personal space, so it puzzled me that he would stand so close.

His eyes, they looked sort of wild, his pupils were dilated. I couldn't even think with the proximity between us. My first instinct told me to move away, to get my mind right, and I managed to do just that. I furrowed my brows, "Where have you been all week?" I demanded, trying to muster up a reprimanding look.

Derek closed his eyes, sighing and moved to the farthest corner of the kitchen. "I didn't know that I had a warden."

I ignore his remark and turn around with my arms crossed, thinking to myself, What am I really doing here? It's summer vacation, and a Friday night, but yet I'm at Derek Hale's house, demanding why it is that he hadn't shown up despite my attempts to reach him.

"I thought...maybe something happened. I just came to make sure that you were okay." I looked on the ground, "You don't have to be a dick about it."

I felt breath on my neck this time, "Derek, don't you know the concept of personal space?" I turned around and yet again was facing that wild look. "What's wrong with you?" He was tense, his breathing was shallow and he didn't have the cold yet soft look in his usual emerald colored eyes. Right now, my immature, unexcused anger was the least of our problems.

"I'm fine." He answers, backing up and leaning on the kitchen counter, a few feet from me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at him.

"You need anything?" I was sure that it wasn't wolfs-bane as I've seen the reaction that the plant gives off. I contemplated using the move he showed me the week prior to knock him out, long enough so that I could tie him to a chair and call Deaton.

"Nothing that you could get me."

"You look like you need a drink." I told him, eyeing him warily. He stared back at me, and I had never felt more naked. The jean shorts and tight old band tee I was wearing seemed to interest him. His gaze lingered on my legs a while longer before I nervously shifted them, reminding him that I was talking to him. "Uh yeah, sure, that's better than nothing."

I went to his makeshift liquor cabinet, opening a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels' Whiskey. I grabbed two of the glasses that Derek kept in there. I wasn't much a whiskey person, but I guess if I was going to stay here long enough to see what his real problem was, I might as well join him. I poured a two-fifths glass of whiskey for us both, whilst Derek watched me.

Again, I turned around and Derek was behind me. "Dude, I value my personal space." He looked a lot more normal this time, and a bit angry. "What are you even doing here? Couldn't you have just called?" He asked me, trapping me between his arms.

"Well obviously, you didn't answer the phone the five times that I called." I answered indifferently, grabbing the two glasses and pushing his chest off me so that I could pass. He followed me to the table, where I put both glasses down, then going back to the counter to grab the bottle. When I turned back around with the bottle to sit at the table, Derek had already downed his drink and was eyeing mine.

I raised my brow, "Rough night?"

He briefly glanced at me, "Something like that." As he eyed my untouched drink a bit longer, I finally said something, "You can have it, I wasn't really gonna touch it."

As I stood there, watching him drink his second, I thought to myself. What the hell? I missed a party to watch Derek drink? At that thought, I quickly unscrewed the top of the bottle and took a long swig.

"That's a bit rude." I'm startled by his sudden change of mood.

I shrug with a smirk, " I've always been the type to bend rules." Derek closed his eyes and groaned, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Is this a wolfy PMS thing?" I asked with mostly curiosity. "You're sending me mixed signals here."

He didn't glare at me, like I had expected, but he was staring at me again, really at my exposed thighs. Instead, he stood up and his eyes flashed that fascinating electric blue that had drawn me to him the first time I saw them. I didn't move as he slowly walked up to me like a predator stalking his prey. He leaned into my ear, sniffing my hair, "Don't move."

"I'm too freaked to move." I was very aware of Derek Jr. pressing into my thigh. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes before I realized what was going on. Yet again, I had let my hormones run wild. I pushed his chest away, this time picking up a bat that Derek always leaves by the doorway and held it in position.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, what the hell is wrong with you?" I half yell, while he held his hands up in surrender.

"Can you put the damn bat down? I can explain."

I lowered it (only a bit), "Go ahead."

Derek visibly relaxed, "Around the the beginning of the summer, our pheromones start to kick in so that we could attract a female to reproduce." He looked a bit embarrassed to say it out loud.

And suddenly, for the first time in my life, I felt like a bitch.

I came here to nag him about disappearing, but I damn well put us both in danger. Even worse, I made it worse by showing off skin. I was probably making him go crazy. I took a class on mating between animals. If it weren't for his self control, I'd be screaming rape by now.

"Mating season." He nodded at my understanding.

"Your smell is the only thing that's keeping me from ripping your clothes off right now." I blushed at the thought. Then I thought, is that bad?

"What, do I smell bad?" I was horrified.

"Actually, quite the opposite." He admitted. "Your smell reminds me that I don't want to hurt you."

I ran my hand through my hair, "Good to know." I left the bat where it belonged. "Maybe I can cover up? Maybe a shirt of yours?"

He shook his head furiously, "That would definitely make it worse."

"Okay... uh? What now?"

"Go home. It's hard enough with you standing there." I saw Derek's eyes glue themselves to my legs.

"I can't leave." I told him. "What's to stop you from giving into your instincts and following me back home?"

Derek thought for a moment, glancing at my legs again, "You're right." He rushed past me into his living room, and sat in a large chair. "Tie me up."

"Very kinky." I muttered under my breath, causing him to glare at me.

"There's some rope over there. Grab it."

I huffed at his bossy attitude, then remembered that this was my fault in the first place that he's in this mess. I found the rope and tied his back to the chair first, then doubled his arms so that it would take a great amount of effort to break.

I noticed that while I was bent over with my hair in his face, he was sniffing me. "That is totally creepy. Can you stop that?"

"It's either I sniff you or I take you on that table." Derek utters, staring at me in the eyes.

I mistakenly put that image in my head. "Can you stop that?"

"What?"

"Don't react to what I say. I can smell your arousal."

"I'm not...aroused." I defended, tightening the knots that I had made. I stepped back and admired my work. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"I'm positive."

"I'm staying anyway. To watch you of course."

"Go home." He tries to move, but can't.

"You can't really tell me what to do, strapped in a chair." I teased, laying on the old couch, and staring at the ceiling.

"You are so infuriating."

"It's a gift." I answered automatically, knowing what he was going to say. Unexpectedly, I dropped my car keys on the floor. I flipped over on my stomach to retrieve them, feet and butt in the air, when I heard three consecutive rips and growling.

Oh shit-take mushrooms.

My head snapped to Derek, who was already halfway out the chair, his eyes on me. By the time that I was upstairs, I heard heavy footsteps and more growling. I wound up in his room, locking the door, and climbed on his bed in the corner.

"Ellie..." I heard from outside the door, "I'm sorry. Just tie me up again. I'm fine, I swear." I roll my eyes at the lie.

"Deaton told me not to listen to you." I replied, remembering my text message from minutes earlier. "He told me that you would lie."

"I wouldn't hurt you. It's just...I'm so weak." My heart broke at his pleading voice.

"No, Derek." I held my ground.

"It won't happen again, it's just that when you put your ass in the..." I heard silence then growling again. Suddenly he was ramming himself into the door.

"Derek, stop it." I yelled.

He finally pushed through the door. I lied, big time. He knew that I was aroused by his roughness. The way he burst through the door in that tight black shirt with jeans reminded me of the dirty things that we could do.

"There's no going back now, Ellie." He told me with that wild look. I nodded in understanding.

He walked to the bed and pulled my legs down from my chest roughly, before lowering himself onto me. He pulled me into a rough passionate kiss while he grinded against my shorts. I moaned in approval, and he let go of my mouth to grab my leg. "I couldn't wait to do this." He growled. He slowly kissed down my leg and to my inner thigh. At this point, we had both decided that I was wearing too many clothes.

He ripped my shirt and shorts off (Much to my protest), leaving me in my lacy midnight blue bra and panty set. He ripped out my carefully pulled ponytail, causing my hair to fan out all over the place. I sat up and attacked his neck, until I reached his mouth again. He tasted so delicious. To think that I had waited this long was insane.

He carefully unhooked my bra and panties, before looking at me. I took this time to pull him back down and pull of his shirt, working my mouth down his chest, while he growled. The rest of his clothes had gotten off somehow.

He looked at me for permission, and I gave him an impatient look. After understanding, he lined himself at my entrance before slowly letting himself in. I winced, digging my nails into his back, causing him to growl when I drew blood.

It got better after that, more pleasurable. He began to pick up the pace, causing me to moan out loud. I think that he bit me at some point in my sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck.

Hours later, the sun was peeking at the horizon. I was wrapped up top of Derek. I smirked and turned around, observing the destruction that we had left last night. There was pieces of the door left sprawled across the floor, along with some of my clothes and his.

I watched him sleep for a while, as I couldn't really go anywhere. When I got bored, I thought to myself, I did it! My virginity is gone! Then it became serious. I had actually thought that I would be the type of girl to carefully plan it, not just let it happen. I had just let it happen, and it was great.

I was still bored, so I gently bit down on his bottom lip. "Good Morning, Ellie."

"Morning, wolfy." I teased. "I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"

He chuckled, letting it rumble through his entire body. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing." I laughed as well, grabbing his face for a kiss.

His eyes widened slightly, before he pushed me off and sat up, "We didn't use anything! How could I have been so stupid?" He started ranting about how he probably knocked up the sheriff's daughter.

I, was not worried of course. "It's not like it's your fault, you were going on instinct. Plus, I live in the twenty-first century, where females use internal contraception." He visibly relaxed. "But your rant was quite amusing." I teased, kissing him on the cheek.

He hopped up, holding his genitals, "Where you going?" I called to him.

"I have to use the bathroom!"

Men.

HA! I thought that this could actually happen in the story at a point, not that I would put it in there. Anyway, I want some new ideas! I want to know what you want to see happen to the characters of my story. Anyways, review!

~RealHuntress18~