In My Dreams Chapter 1 - Him
Her lips were warm and soft. He opened his mouth to take in more of her sweet kiss. He rolled on top of her pressing his body to hers. He moved his mouth from her lips to the nape of her neck. She moved against him and wrapped her arms around his back, her fingers digging hard into him. She breathed out and moaned softly in his ear. His mouth was back on hers, kissing her deep. His tongue, darting in and out of her mouth. He moved his hands down her arms, brushing over her lightly with his finger tips. She ground her hips against him. He growled in frustration. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to know every part of her. His hands fumbled at the hem of her shirt as he slid his hands underneath. Her skin was hot. His fingers lightly traced the round heaviness of her breasts. She giggled softly. He opened his eyes and was staring into hers. Crystal blue. His thumbs moved quickly and expertly over her pebbled nipples. Her body bucked against his. She moved her hands to either side of his face, her fingers tunneled through his hair.
The phone rang.
His head was spinning. This was unlike anything else he had ever felt. He skimmed his hands down her belly to her hips. He slid his finger under the elastic of her panties and ran his finger down against the skin of her leg.. She moaned and opened her legs wider.
The phone rang again.
Derek Hale's eyes fluttered open as he was yanked from his dream. He reached out and grabbed his cell from the nightstand. The sun streamed in the window hurting his eyes. He looked at his phone. STILES
He groaned as he hit the green circle.
"Yeah. What?" he barked.
"Well good morning grumpy." said Stiles.
"What time is it?" He said, then pulled the phone from his ear. 10:00am. How did it get so late?
"Shit. I'm getting up. Give me a half an hour."
Derek sat up and put his feet on the cold floor. He sat for a minute. The memory of her kiss lingered on his lips. He took a deep breath and stood up. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was older. Gray hair flecked his beard. He thought about shaving it off but decided not to. The water was hot now. The mirror started to steam up on him.
Derek pulled into the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Police Department. He parked his black Camaro next to Stiles' blue jeep.
Derek walked in the double doors towards Stiles' office. He said "Good Morning" as he passed the officers.
"Good Morning. Morning is before noon, pal." said Stiles as Derek walked into his office and sat in the leather chair in front of his desk. Derek narrowed his eyes at his best friend.
Derek still lived in Beacon Hills, protecting it from supernatural forces, as the Hale family had done for centuries. Occasionally Stiles would call him for assistance on a "special case" he was working on. The BHPD kept an office for their favorite FBI agent when he was in town.
Derek sat back in the chair and yawned. Stiles leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk.
"Rough night?" he asked.
"Humph, yeah." Derek retorted.
Stiles handed Derek a blue file folder stuffed with photos. Derek opened the folder and looked at the crime scene photos inside.
"Where was this?" he asked.
"Brighton Point." responded Stiles.
"She was there for a long time before she was found." Derek said matter of factly.
"She was." Stiles breathed out.
Derek flipped further through the photos and stopped when he saw something concerning.
In one photo at the crime scene there was the metal tip of a knife. The next photo was of the same item in an evidence bag. The edge was scalloped.
"An athame blade." Derek said. He looked up and his eyes met Stiles'.
"They are ceremonial. Used in rituals."
"This was a ritual killing?" Stiles questioned.
Derek knew exactly what this piece of evidence brought up in Stiles' mind.
"Only one way to find out." Derek said as he closed the folder and tossed it onto Stiles' desk.