Derek POV
"Where are you gonna go later? Back to your apartment?" Lydia asked with a bothersome expression towards Angeline. The pack was gathering their things, preparing for their perspective trips to theirs and or, each-others home. Angeline sat half curled up on my lap in my chair, head resting on my shoulder. She shrugged as she sat up, fresh discomfort seep from her soon as she did so, despite the easy-going expression. "They know where I live, and I've got a feeling that that immature child of a trainee thrashed my apartment out of spite. But I'll figure it out, nothing you guys need to worry about."
An overwhelming urge of protectiveness surged, "She's staying here till the apartment gets scoped out."
The willed female flashed an angry raised eyebrow and borderline shifted blue eyes, "Excuse me?" I scoffed and leaned back; ceasing my hand from rubbing more circles in the small of her back. "C'mon, where're you gonna stay? Your 'room' - because it's not even technically an apartment – is in ruins and probably being surveilled, and your boss doesn't exactly seem like the most forth coming of people."
Angeline's face changed, I could nearly see the wheels in her head grinding. "Well, I'm sure a couple of ex-boyfriends of mine wouldn't mind taking me in. And Puff's arms are always open, I could stay with him, no question asked. But he doesn't have a couch in his apartment, and he's too sweet to let me sleep on the floor, so he and I would share the bed." A deep glower leveled itself at her, "His AC is stuck in over-drive so I would definitely need to get under the covers, snuggle a little bit maybe…" She smirked as a growl bubbled up from my chest, Allison gasped and muttered an 'oh, dear'.
Scott and the others chuckled and held in their own well placed laughs. "You know, cozy little apartment, all night long", She egged on, crossing her arms and stepping toward me slowly, light on her feet. "Maybe he'll even give me a ride to work –", I glared even harder and edged back farther in my chair awkwardly, "Alright, alright, I get it. Man, you're cruel when you're offended." I spoke scornfully as I got up and gently put my arms around her hips, glare remaining stationary but eyes softening a bit.
Her surprised chuckle was appropriate to her legal label, Angelic. It took everything I had to suppress my jaw from falling open and eyes glazing over. "Oh, sweet-baby-doll", it was an odd name, but a part of me found it endearing, "You ain't seen nothing yet."
Stiles' ridiculously obnoxious chuckle broke through my delirious gaze at my girlfriend. I breathed to keep myself from lashing at him over nothing, my nostrils flared and with deadly eyes I rolled my eyes and turned my head in his direction. Peeved expression blatant in his field of view, Stiles stopped laughing but didn't let the snarky grin fall from his face. "You better not break up with her. She'll wig out and kill us all; she's more dangerous than any monster we've ever fought. Kanima and your uncle included." I scoffed and turned away as the rest of the pack murmured in approval of his claim.
Stiles was moving to leave, and he leaned back over the boundary line, hand on the doorway, "Hey, you know what they say about a woman scorned…", he laughed again when I didn't say anything and his peers pulled fully out the door. Isaac locked the door, nodding goodnight and beginning to make his way towards the stairs. "Goodnight Isaac, sleep well." Angeline leaned forward and placed her chin on my shoulder, lopsided smile playing on her lips. When I looked over my other shoulder I could see the shy uptick on Isaac's lips, and the coy fists shoved into his jacket pockets, "Night Angie…"
He ran up the stairs and into his room, closing the door almost too softly to hear. A wide smile split across her face, I could feel her cheeks well up against my neck. "Night Erica, night Boyd", Angeline's voice was light in an almost sing-song tone.
Erica was on her boyfriend's back, arms around his neck, smirk on her lips and mischievous glint in her pupils. "Don't stay up too late you two", she rested her head on the back of Boyd's as he finished her sentence, "Yeah, he doesn't have sound proof walls like we do." Suppressing a chuckle I shook my head, the teenagers erupted in laughter, Angeline buried a fit of giggles in my shoulder. Choking, she spit out, "Not like that would help any", more to her any myself than anyone else, but they heard it none-the-less.
Boyd's face contorted in disgust and he looked down, head shaking 'no', Erica squealed and smiled even harder, making suggestive faces to the girl on my shoulder, muttering encouragements. I cut the episode short with a stern sentence, "Alright, alright, knock it off." The laughter died down a bit, Angeline still left little giggly smiles in my neck and tightened her grip on my opposite shoulder. Her hand was on my shoulder blade, arm craned up and around between my arm and torso. "Go", I pointed in the direction of the stairs, hearing heavy, reluctant steps out of the kitchen.
Angeline leaned back with that million dollar smile she doesn't even know she has. "They're cute", she said. Finally a smile spread across my jaw as I looked at her, I shrugged eyes raking over every detail on her face. I doubt that she even realized I was doing it, I didn't half the time. It's easy to get lost in her, especially in her eyes. Beautiful, dang near enchanting, auburn irises, it was shocking how much they could change in a few moments with her emotions. Warm brown like light chocolate with the mellowest red pigment in the undertones when she's in the company of the pack, or he co-workers. Sharp, defined shades between red and dark, raven-like brown, pin-point pupils and a shrill outer line of the iris when she's angry. The piercing blue with that fog smokescreen when her eyes have shifted, enough to catch your own attention and make your whole body freeze and just watch.
"So are we just gonna stare at each other all night or what? Because as completely okay I am with memorizing those forests beneath your eyebrows, my muscles are beginning to stiffen up and I would rather fall asleep stiff in a soft bed or a moderately firm couch. Wherever you want me tonight, please excuse the poetic musing wordage." I snapped out of my girlish thoughts and actually looked at her.
Angeline's expression was just the difference between solemn and sassy, but the way she was biting her lip and the aching, uncomfortable smell that was filling up the kitchen gave it away that she was hurting badly. A swell behind my sternum took my breath away, and vaguely I felt my expression change. It makes me furious what The Argents had done, I knew it wasn't Allison's fault, she was just as angry as I am.
"Hey no need for any of that. I'm fine, and it was only a suggestion anyway." She subtly rushed to assure me, with a tight laugh and a genuine smile, I moved closer pulling her legs around my waist and lifting with my hands, hopping just slightly and securing my forearms underneath her. With one arm moved around her back, I turned, walking to the stairs. Angeline laughed, placing a quick, tender peck on my lips and limply draping her arms around my neck. "You're just going to carry me up the stairs?"
Smugly my lip corners ticked upwards into a smirk, "Yes." Her eyebrow rose into a curious glance, "Why exactly?" Now at the top of the stairs, I planted a firm, neat kiss on her sweet red lips, taking a moment to breathe in her perfume before lowly stating, "Because I can." I used a foot to push open the door, and then curled it around to pull it back closed. It latched softly, and I pressed another soft kiss to Angeline's lips, putting an arm down on the bed to brace myself and curling the other one tighter around her mid-drift. Slowly I lowered her till she was lying flat against the comforter, peppering my lips in hungry kisses.
I rolled besides over and plopped down next to her, careful not to hit any of her injuries. Angeline stretched her arms up over her head, aiming a tired glance my way. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, this is kind of the pack equivalent of Daddy's girlfriend staying the night for the first time, while the kids are in the house." I chuckled and shook my head, she was so unsure. It may be the responsible action, but the pack had fully recovered from the Jackson incident, though he was still acting like the stuck up, annoying moody teenager he was. The rest of the pack however was hungry for more attention from their Alpha's partner.
"Trust me their teenagers. They can handle it. And it's not like I'm their keeper." I rolled over again, resting over her face once more, and memorizing auburn orbs. She smiled shyly, leaning her head back to look at me, "And what are you staring at?"
"My ridiculously hot girlfriend", I said bluntly, the slyest of smirks ghosting across my mouth before pressing it into a firm flat line.
"Your face and your words are contradictory." Angeline squinted and rubbed the back of her fingers against the slight scruff on my jaw. Her face looked unhappy, but I could smell the amusement in the small space between us.
"That tends to happen when I'm around you." Angeline laughed and I suddenly felt warm and relaxed, my partners smile made me happy. Lightly I reached to pull her closer; she helped by inching closer and tucking her hands in and curving her back into my figure. With eyes closed and nose buried in the beautiful she-wolf's hair, I turned out the light and felt content wash over me. As much as I tried to resist it, I fell asleep first.
Angeline's POV
Derek fell asleep first, for once. Carefully I tilted my head up to look at his sleeping face, finding it wrinkle free and peaceful. My cheeks pulled at my lips, I absolutely love that he trusts me enough to pass out first, it warms up my inside. Brushing my lips against his with a wary smile, I reached up and ran my fingers through the hair above his ear. Combing it back, relishing in the soft texture and the subtle coconut scent from the conditioner at my apartment. After a few moments he coils up even more, arm locking like a steel bar around my tenderly cracked ribs. I thought I heard a slight snap of another fracture but I didn't make a sound, I always adore the fact that the holds onto me so tightly when we sleep, and I can't stand to 1) Wake him up after he fell asleep first, and 2) Make him feel bad for being responsible for that discomfort. His legs were tangled in mine, wrapped around each other, he pushed his head farther into my neck, nearly tasting the veins that laid there. I felt my lungs wheeze just a little bit when I took a deep breath and Derek stirred in my arms.
Slowly, I drifted away, lungs more or less working. I slept better than I ever do in my own bed, even with Derek keeping me secure with him. That is until the heavy, safe aura of rest was torn away by a squeaking floor board. Trying not to disturb the still sleeping boyfriend that was slouched atop me, I looked at the bedroom door to find 3 betas with their shy little heads down, pulling nervously on their fingertips, and poking their eyes through the doorway. Erica was the first to take notice of my woken state, "Do you mind if we….?" Their eyes subconsciously drifted to the bed, and I realized exactly what they were looking for. And I have to say that Derek was right, they really don't mind my being here.
"You want to cuddle?" I asked as quietly as I possibly could, injecting a certain level of exasperation into whatever voice I had. They nodded hard and fast, exhaustedly, I nodded a yes. They scurried in, crawling on top of the comforter and latching on to Derek and I. Derek started up almost instantaneously, arms crushing my still broken body, and squeezing a pained whimper from my mental 'Suppressed Sounds Bank' in my head. The entire bed froze, not a single person moved, not Isaac, who was clutching tightly to my leg like a koala bear on a branch. Or Erica who snuck above Derek and I's heads and was cuddling both my cranium and Boyd's, whom was snuggling into my back. Erica had her legs turned so that they were flat against Derek's back, if I were to look up at her, my face would be hidden in a pair of jugs.
"What", Derek's voice was even, but angry, "are you 3 doing?" I slid my hand from the back of his head down the side of his face and rested it flat on his pectoral muscle, "Easy babe"; my voice was hoarse and dry. Derek's eyes flicked in a speedy analyzation of my face and body as if the direct problem would present itself if he did so. "I'm fine", I roughly assured him, throat scratching, and I lightly slapped his bicep that was reaching over and grasping the back of my hip. "They wanted to be in a pit."
Vaguely I heard someone mention something about a Pack 'Puppy Pile', and then I heard the rev of car engines. Derek's nostrils flared again, "And what is that?" he growled.
The betas were slow to answer, hesitant almost, "The rest of the pack." Stiles and Lydia's worried protests could be heard from downstairs and outside. "Why", Derek growled again, tugging me tight again, protective arms encircling my waist line and snarling as he buried his tired face into my shoulder.
There was a creak of the blackened, ashened floor boards, and Scotts face was visible as it popped inside the door. "Are they awake?" he asked the beta's deer-in -the-headlights expressions.
"No, were not. Now get out, everyone, out", Derek's voice was dripping with annoyance, but there was no real threat in his tone.
"Cool, morning, Ange", Stiles said as he pushed straight through the door, rubbing his eyes and sleepily dragging his feet on the floors. His lengthy Batman pajama pants had folded over his toes, sliding beneath his platforms when he stepped. When there was no objection but one of Derek's exhausted sighs, the rest of them slowly edged in, mumbling hello's to me before the crowded into the bed with us. The heat slowly increased with every extra body added to the massive pot. From what I could feel, and see just slightly, somebody with long hair had their face in my lap, arms around my thighs. They were careful to avoid my hips, locating their forehead just below where my shorts end.
Somebody was cuddling my feet, which was almost uncomfortable, if it weren't so adorable. Another person was laying half atop of Boyd, head in the dip of my waist. It hurt, made it real sore, but I didn't have the heart to ask them to move. Derek curled his arms tighter around my waist and pulled me inhumanly close - with little distress, might I add – before someone could wedge their big teenage body between the two of us.
Somebody called out goodnight, who I don't know. I was feeling heavy again, and my ears were plugging up, like someone had filled them up with wax. The only audible thing near me was the bountiful amount of heartbeats, and Derek's breathing in my ear. It made my heart pound, something I'm sure that every set of werewolf ears in the room could hear. Derek smirked and kissed me, I could feel his smile through his lips.
"C'mon guys were trying to sleep", Scott scowled into my ankle. I chuckled heavily, "Not my fault you guys decided to jump into bed with your alpha and his partner." Derek grunted at that, and although I could smell his unease, sleep was already dragging me into a dream of a life in Boston.