Hello there,
Here I am with the part-two of my Sterek series. This is a Christmas story, hope you'll like it !
*Of course, the characters are not mine !
Beacon Hills !
Six days before Christmas !
Stiles's POV !
I think my dad has a neuron that broke. Or I heard wrong.
"Can you repeat ?"
"You should invite Derek to spend New Year's Eve with us." my father told me.
Ok, I haven't gone deaf, and my dad is really gone crazy.
"You want me to invite Derek, to come and spend Christmas with us."
Do not mistake yourself. I'm glad to know that my father wants me to invite my boyfriend to spend New Year's Eve with us, but I really feel bad about it. Above all, I feel that the meal will turn into an interrogation. Derek and I have been dating for almost a year. In fact, it will be a year on the 31st at midnight. They never stayed in the same room very long, because I did everything to prevent it so that my father, Sheriff Stilinski, would not take advantage of it to extract personal and confidential information from Derek, and not put me in embarrassment.
"Yes, I want you to invite your boyfriend to spend Christmas Eve with us." repeated my father. "He will be on his own, and I know you want to be with him, so invite him."
"Are you sure that's the only reason ?" I ask. "No because, I have a little trouble believing that you asked me to invite him."
"And why not ? He is part of the family." said my father. "And I thought you would have invited him already."
"Uh, I didn't." I admit, a little ashamed. "I…"
"You didn't want me to take the opportunity to ask him indiscreet questions." interrupts my father. "Look son, all I want is to share a meal with my family. You, me, and Derek, because he joined our family the instant you got together. I appreciate him very much, and I think he should be with us for the holidays."
There, I don't know what to answer, and it is a first. I who always know what to say.
"I shut you up, it seems." he laughs. "I should mark it on the calendar."
"Ha ha ha !" Pfff. "Okay, I'll invite him, but I warn you; no way you spend the evening questionning him."
"What ? That I ask him questions like How long have you been sleeping together ?" He bursts out laughing as I'm about to have a heart attack. "Stiles, I already know that."
"Wh… huh ? What ? But I didn't tell you anything." I reply at top speed. "We never did anything here when you're here."
"Then you should be more careful where you put your things, or rather what you throw in the trash that you don't want me to see." he told me before getting up and putting his jacket over his uniform. "See you tomorrow my son, I will be at the station all night."
And he leaves before I can get any more details out of him about how he learned about Derek and me. Shit, and shit again. My dad knows I'm having sex with my werewolf boyfriend, and he's off to work as if nothing had happened. Since when does he know? I rush up to my room and call myself a jerk when I see in the trash can next to my desk the empty bottle of lube I threw away three days ago. Shit. I know my dad isn't one to rummage through my trash cans for no reason, and I didn't give him any to do so. Maybe he came across it when he came into my room to put something down. Yeah, that must be it. My phone rings in my pocket. I pick up when I see it's Lydia.
"Yeah ?"
"Didn't you miss something, Stiles ?"
"Uh, not that I know of."
"The mall, Stiles. You were supposed to meet us there at the opening, and we've been hanging out with the girls for twenty minutes."
"Shit. Sorry, I'm on my way."
That's right, I was supposed to join Lydia, Malia and Allison at the mall. I'm twenty minutes late, and with the snow covering the roads, I'll be fifteen more minutes. They're going to kill me.
I find them twenty-five minutes later in front of a Starbucks, and all three look at me without smiling. They are waiting for an explanation. I swallowed. These girls, I love them. They are the sisters I never had, but they terrify me. A banshee, a werecoyote and a ruthless hunter. A trio of shock, nice but deadly.
"Uh, the roads are covered in snow." I tell them.
"We'd noticed." snaps Malia.
"Ok, what if I told you that my father asked me to invite Derek for the evening of the 24th, and then he made it clear to me that he knew that I was no longer a virgin ?"
I know, not very well formulated but frankly, I love them, but they scare me a lot. Especially when you forget to find them to go shopping. I don't mind shopping with them. They never treated me like their purse, and that's what made me see them at the mall every now and then.
"How does your father know ?" Malia asks.
"I think he saw a tube of lube in my trash can, but I couldn't get anything more out of him than he had already left for work." I answer. They sketch a smile that disappears very quickly, but I see it. "Am I forgiven ?"
"Have you invited Derek, or not yet ?" Allison asks in turn.
"Uh, not yet." I answer. "But I see him later, I would ask him the question and I would drag myself at his feet to apologize for not having invited him sooner. And I promise you never to stood you up again."
"OK !" said Allison, who smiled.
Malia comes to kiss me on the cheek, and Lydia too, after she punches me on the shoulder.
"Ouch !" I complain, rubbing myself where it hurts. "How do I explain that to Derek ? I'm sure I'll get a bruise."
"That'll teach you to forget a date with us." Lydia tells me. "Okay, let's have a coffee."
I pay for the coffees and hot chocolate – for me – to make up for my lateness, and we stroll through the galleries talking. Lydia is hanging from my left arm, and Malia and Allison are arm in arm on my right. With me, they can talk about anything. We're so close that they're the first ones I went to tell about my crush on Derek. Everyone - apart from them - expected me to be in love with Lydia. At first I thought so too, but one day, when we were fourteen, she kissed me and just asked me how I felt.
"Uh, I feel like I kissed my mom."
She smiled at me, kissed me on the cheek and we hugged. She became my best friend, and she still is. Allison and Malia also became my confidantes, and I had become theirs. I made it up between Malia and Scott, my best friend since kindergarten, and they've been together for two years now. For Allison, she had a crush on Isaac but he was so shy that I advised her to take the first step herself. They have become inseparable. As for Lydia, we can't say that she needs any advice. When she wants something, or someone, she goes for it. When Ethan and Aiden, ultra-sexy twins who arrived at our high school after their pack was slaughtered, Jackson and Lydia instantly flashed. One was gay, the other was not. Everyone had their own. Anyway ! They joined the pack quite naturally.
"What are you getting Derek for your birthday ?" Lydia suddenly asks me.
"Uh…"
"Don't tell me you skipped it was your anniversary soon." Lydia warns me. "I swear, I'll yell at you if that's the case."
"I haven't forgotten." I reassure her. "His present has been at my house, hidden in my closet for a month, and it cost me all my savings."
"No, I'm not going to propose to him, it's too soon." I reply, rolling my eyes. "I'm not going to tell you anything. Not today. And then it will be up to him to propose."
"When will we know, then ?" Allison asks.
"Let's say you help me find an outfit that will make Derek lose his mind for New Year's Eve at Lydia's, who will keep it at her house and I'll come before the others to get dressed, and I'll show you what I plan to give Derek for our anniversary." I propose to them. "Deal ?"
They accept, and we start looking for the perfect outfit. I do several tries, and I have fun taking poses when I get out of the cabin, making my friends laugh. The other guys in the pack – Scott, Jackson, Isaac, and even Grumpy aka Derek – don't have the patience I have. I often get teased, but I don't care because it allows me to spend time with my three sisters.
"Stop, we have the winning outfit !" says Lydia.
I wear fairly tight black jeans and a navy blue shirt. Lydia unfastens the top three buttons of the shirt, and orders me to turn around. I hear three appreciative whistles and I turn to them.
"I don't think Derek will last a whole night if you're wearing that." Allison tells me.
"I agree !" Malia said.
"These jeans give you a hell of an ass." Lydia said.
"You think ?" I ask, turning just enough to see my back in the cabin mirror.
"Oh yeah !"
They respond at the same time. Well, I trust them. I get changed, pay the clothes and spend the next two hours watching the girls try on loads of clothes as they parade me. They make sure to get out of their cabin at the same time, and I take pleasure in sending photos to Scott, Isaac and Aiden to let them know that they were missing a hell of a show. When they go out again with tight and downright sexy dresses, I don't take a picture because I know these are the outfits for the party Lydia is throwing at her house for New Year's Day.
Lydia chose a red knee-length dress with a backless slit along the left thigh and a plunging neckline. Allison a pale pink dress, also knee-length but flared, off-the-shoulder and with a semi-plunging neckline. As for Malia, Scott will make a faint of it. She chose a strapless purple dress plunging in the back, whose cut fell to the bottom of the kidneys, and it stopped right at mid-thigh.
"You are hot !" I tell them. "Perfect. Three masterpieces."
If I leave the mall with just one bag, which Lydia takes with her, the girls have a lot more, because we also had a shoe stop. I hug them as we part ways, then get in my jeep and head to Derek's. I'm half frozen when I walk into the loft. And yet, I am well covered. Fortunately, the loft is heated but that does not prevent me from shivering from the cold. The decor is almost non-existent, and frankly it does not bother me at all. Derek feels good in his big apartment, and I feel good with him. Enough nonsense for now. I take off my hat, jacket and scarf as Derek comes out of the kitchen area.
"Finally you're here !"
I barely have time to respond when he kisses me.
"Your lips are cold." he told me.
"My whole body is frozen." I answer him.
"I know a really good way to warm you up."
His voice is warm and gravelly. He flashes his red Alpha eyes.
"Oh yeah, I know it too."
His mouth covers mine, and he pushes me over to the bed as we get rid of our clothes. I sit on the bed to take him in my mouth for a few minutes before Derek lays me down, then covers me with his body…
Sex with Derek is great. I like when it is soft, but I also like when he is more vigorous, more brutal. He never hurt me, and not once did he show his claws or his fangs. He always controlled himself perfectly. You can think what you want of him, let him scratch deadly first and ask questions later, but with me he is quite the opposite. It wasn't easy at first, but I admit I can be annoying when I get down to it. Being with Derek has made me calmer, even though I still talk so much. Sitting, and snuggled up against each other in bed after making love, I take advantage of the warmth that his warm body offers me. And sexy, you have to admit. Derek Hale is built like a Greek god. The sheet covers us up to the waist. Mr. Grumpy, as I like to call him, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, our hands knotted. Yeah, we can be very romantic when we want, as long as it stays within the walls of the loft.
"What's bothering you ?" he asks before my silence.
Even after sex, I still have something to say.
"I would answer you 'nothing at all', but you would know that I am lying." I answer.
"Tell me !" he insists, his mouth behind my ear.
"Is it too late to invite you to come home on the 24th and have dinner with my dad and me ?"
To say I'm nervous is a bit of an overstatement. No, actually it's not exaggerated at all, I'm super nervous. I bite my lip waiting for Derek's response. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. To think that those damn werewolves can sense everything that happens to us. Fear, sickness, nervousness. Desire…
"No, it's not too late." he told me. "And I would come with pleasure."
The wave of relief that washes over me must hit him hard because he chuckles.
"Why were you so nervous ?" he asks me.
"Because I should have asked you earlier." I respond, changing places to look at him. "My father had to push me to invite you, and yes I realize that it may seem stupid."
"Um, I understand why you didn't do it sooner." Derek tells me.
"You do ?"
"Yeah. You don't want me to be pestered with questions about you and me." he said. "Seriously Stiles, do you think your dad doesn't already know we're having sex ?"
"I thought he didn't, until he told me that I should be more careful about what I throw in the trash." I blow. Derek frowns, waiting for what's next. "He might have come across the lube we finished the other day and please don't say anything I'm embarrassed enough already."
Derek bursts out laughing. The contrary would have stunned me.
"Stop it !"
"Sorry, I stop laughing." He calms down, grabs me by the waist, and lays me on my back. "If that's what you want, I'll be there on the evening of December 24th. »
"It's what I want." I tell him as he slips between my legs. "You don't mind that I waited to ask you…"
"Nope !" He cuts me off with a kiss. "Not even if you had called me at the last minute."
"Thank you Lord ! I was ready to beg you not to blame me if ever… um…" My words get lost in the mouth of this super sexy Grumpy. "Okay, I'll stop talking."
"Good idea !"
We kiss for long minutes, he mostly plays with my tongue until I am out of breath. He goes down my neck and up to my ear which he nibbles and licks.
"Do you still spend your holidays with me ?" he asks me.
"I do !" I reply, trailing my hands down his back. "Even if you could have made the effort to buy a tree."
He picks me up so quickly it almost makes me dizzy. What the… His hand takes my chin and he turns my head to the left. There is an undecorated fir tree that sits by the window.
"You were saying ?" he said, freeing my face.
"Nothing !" I answer. "But it's not decorated."
"I thought we could do it together." I am watching him. "I wasn't going to spend two weeks hearing you bitch because I didn't decorate the loft."
"Are you planning to decorate the loft ?" I breathe, hoping.
"No, we're sticking to the tree." I pout. "Be satisfied with that. Anyway, I planned to keep you in bed all your holidays."
"Are you aware that I don't have the same stamina as you ?" I reply, sitting on my knees.
"I know."
His eyes start to glow, and my body reacts immediately. Derek acts like a magnet to me. I am unable to resist him. Who could ? No but look at him !
"Roll over !" he orders, barely growling.
…
Decorating the tree takes us a good two hours, because Derek takes advantage of every moment he passes by me to touch me or kiss me, and I don't even try to stop him. He places the star at the top, then he comes behind me and hugs me. Derek loves hugs, but he made me swear never to talk about it when we're not alone. The other boys in the pack, especially Jackson, wouldn't hesitate to tease him despite him being the Alpha, and it would end badly for the other jerk.
"Thank you for doing this for me, Derek !"
I let myself go in his arms while staring at the tree, now decorated with balls and garlands of all colors.
"I wouldn't have done it for anyone else." he told me. "And this is our first Christmas together, we have to do it right."
"Are you going to tell me what you bought me ?" I ask.
"You wish !" he said, turning me to face him. "Tell me what to buy for your father instead. I'm not going to show up empty-handed."
"Don't worry about it." I pull myself up to kiss him, but add because I know he won't let go : "A good bottle of whiskey will do."
I take off his t-shirt that I'm wearing to end the discussion. Derek get the message and leads me back to bed.
December 24th !
It's almost nine o'clock. My father's house smells of good food. I left Derek's loft about three to four hours ago to help my dad get everything ready. And I had to leave my Jeep with my dad because he planned to have everything wrong with my beloved car fixed as a present. I wouldn't have to use tape anymore. The table is set, and the dishes we prepared with dad are on the table. All that's missing is my werewolf.
"Derek hasn't arrived yet." notes my father.
"He's on his way." I reassure him. Derek is always on time. "Dad, promise me you won't make any inappropriate comments."
"About your sex life, you mean ?" he says.
"Dad !"
"OK !" He bursts out laughing. "I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your boyfriend."
"Thanks !"
The doorbell rings. I know it's Derek. I leave my father in the dining room and I'm going to open to my guy. Every time I see him in his leather jacket, I want to jump on him, but my nervousness kicks in, and he feels it. He pulls me outside and kisses me.
"It will be alright." he assures me.
We go inside, and I get Derek's leather jacket. He wears great jeans and a dark gray sweater. He's so sexy ! He looks at me sideways, accompanied by a smile. Shit ! I shake my head to dismiss any thoughts that have no place in this house tonight, and lead Derek into the dining room, where he greets my father by shaking his hand and handing him a bottle of whiskey.
"I didn't know what to bring." he said.
"That's nice of you, Derek." my father thanked him. "How about opening it after dinner ?"
Derek agrees. Well, dinner is going better than I had hoped. And to my great satisfaction, my dad makes no mention of Derek and me, or what we do when we're all alone. I don't know why I worried. My dad always knew about me and my attraction to boys, and he wasn't surprised when I told him about my crush on Derek. He was even less surprised when I confessed to him that we were dating, about two months after this Grumpy Alpha made the first move. Having my dad support me is one thing, questioning me about my sex life is another. After dinner, Derek helps me tidy up the kitchen and he takes advantage of the fact that we are alone to press me against the fridge.
"Still stressed ?"
"I would say rather excited." I confess, pulling on his sweater to kiss him. "Thanks for coming."
"You will thank me in a moment." he said hoarsely.
I love it when he talks to me like that. It do things to me, and he knows it perfectly well.
"We can slip away to my room for a few minutes." I propose. "You know what I can do with my mouth in couple of minutes."
Derek licks his lips, but he pulls away and regains his composure. When I see my father enter the kitchen I move away from my wolf.
"Stiles, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to go." Dad tells me. "There has just been an accident at the border."
"People are stupid." I sigh. "I'll make you some coffee while you change."
"Thank you son !" He turns to Derek and apologizes. "We'll open that bottle of whiskey another time."
"No problem !" Derek said.
I go up to my room while the coffee pot fills up, and I take down a package for my father. I mean, it is a rectangular box, and to find it I had to ask a little help from a certain hunter who is very knowledgeable in weapons. My father is a collector, and I know he has been looking for this particular model for a long time. My dad is filling a thermos with coffee while chatting with Derek, when I put the box on the counter.
"Merry Christmas, Dad !"
The amazement on his face when he opens the box makes me smile.
"Where did you find it ?" he asks me. "I've been looking for one for years."
"I know !" I reply, proud of myself. "I asked Chris Argent for a little help, and here it is."
He crushes me in a colossal embrace. He closes the box and goes up to his room to put the gift away, probably in his safe.
"Thank you, son." he told me. " I... it's… "
"It's my turn to shut you up." I retort with a smile.
"Yes !" After a last father-son hug, he said to me : "Don't forget to leave me the keys to the Jeep. »
Once gone, Derek sneaks up behind me.
"You really blew him away." he told me.
"I know." I respond, turning to him. "Do you want your present now ?"
"What if I want to take you home and make love to you all night ?" He brushes my mouth with his tongue. Okay, I'm excited again. "What do you think about it ?"
"I think I'll go upstairs and get your present and you'll open it at home."
I break free from his arms and rush up to my room to retrieve a rectangular white box. I go back downstairs, leave the keys to my Jeep in plain sight in the cutout by the door, and turn off the lights. Derek is already waiting for me at his Camaro. Well, I lock the door, but I realize that I don't have my phone, let alone my jacket.
"Stiles !" Derek calls to me as I'm about to head back inside.
Derek raises both hands. Ok, he took my jacket and my phone. He thinks of everything when my head is elsewhere, or in this case, clouded by a dazzling desire. With this snow and the slippery roads, it takes us a good twenty minutes, if not more, to reach Derek's loft. Besides, I am cold despite the heat that reigns there.
"Wow, you're shaking." Derek takes the box with his gift out of my hands, sets it on the table, and touches my face. "You are frozen."
"I… I had… noticed." I say, chattering my teeth.
Without another word, he leads me to the bathroom, turns on the water, and as steam from the hot water fill the room, Derek undresses first. I may be cold, but the sight of his naked body makes me warm. Very very hwarm. He undresses me in my turn and, once in the shower, he kisses me. Hmm, I feel better. I feel much better. My body stops shaking. I shiver, but it's more from Derek's hands on me than from the cold.
"You feel better ?" Derek asks.
"Much better." I reply, clasping my hands behind his neck. "Thank you for coming tonight, Derek. And thank you for not blaming me for waiting so long to invite you."
"I had a very good evening." he told me.
"Even if it was short ?" I ask, biting my lip.
"The most important thing is that I was with you." He flashes his Alpha eyes. "The rest was just a bonus. We ate well, and your father didn't ask us any awkward questions at all, which relieved you every time he spoke."
"I hate that you detect everything." I mumble. "I could never hide anything from you, even if it was to surprise you."
"Then practice tricking my senses." he told me. "How about we stop talking, um ?"
"We take advantage of being in the shower or else we… um…"
His tongue rushes into my mouth before I even finish my sentence. Ok, let's enjoy being in the shower. I'm not against it. Not at all. Derek in the shower is a piece of art. He's sexy no matter what. I step aside. Water flows over and around us. The cold has completely deserted my whole body.
"How sexy are you all dripping with water." I tell him sliding my hands over his perfect chest.
"You tell me that all the time." A smirk, he makes his red eyes gleam. "Stiles !"
He never uses his tone or his Alpha status with me. To have fun when you are alone, and in bed – or in the shower – for example. He knows it turns me on. Derek likes to control every aspect of his life, and it's this control that keeps the pack in place. For our couple, the control is done only in bed. He knows what I love, and what I love is giving myself entirely to him.
Without taking my eyes off him, I kneel down and take him in one hand, keeping the other resting on his hip. I kiss the tip of his cock before sliding my tongue from base to top, all without taking my eyes off Derek's red eyes for a second. I wait for Derek to put a hand on my head to take him all the way into my mouth. He lets out an appreciative grunt as I begin to walk back and forth. I pull away when Derek's grip on my hair tightens. I release his penis from my mouth. Grumpy grabs my arm and pulls me up to capture my mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue plays with mine with a fury I know all too well. Short of breath, I find myself pinned – with delicacy, I am still only a fragile human – against the glass of the shower.
Since we've been together, Derek has made changes to some rooms, including the bathroom. For me, without me asking anything. How can I not to be crazy about this gruff man with a dirty but sexy character ? His body molds into my back, and his gripping erection slips between my butt but he does nothing to penetrate me. I know from his smile against my shoulder that he's not done with me. On the glass wall, my hands twitch in apprehension, but in a good way.
"Do you want to get out of the shower ?" he asks me in his hoarse voice that immediately makes me stick my butt a little more against him.
"No, I don't !" My voice is now a jerky gasp. "Derek, please !"
The words get stuck in my throat.
"Do you want it, Stiles ?" His hands are on my ass. "Do you want me to, baby ? You want me to use my tongue ?"
"Yes, do it !" I beg him. "Derek…"
He nibbles on my shoulder, then his mouth streaks down my back to the small of my back. I spread my legs a little to give more access to Derek, who uses his tongue to prepare me. We've only been sleeping together for two months, but after the first I love you, we became a little more tactile. The beginning of our relationship was quite slow. Derek didn't want to pressure me. The beginning of our relationship was quite slow. Derek didn't want to pressure me. He was content to ask me out, we called each other every evening and when there were pack meetings, he kept me close to him, without excluding me. I was the first to tell him, those two little words that changed everything, without waiting for him to say them back to me, but he did. From that moment, the simple kisses on the mouth became real hot kisses and Derek's hands became more enterprising. And mine too. However, he was still waiting for my agreement, which I gave him without difficulty. Sex amplified everything, and I don't want to change a thing. Everything is new, with Derek.
Even at this exact moment. His tongue leaves my anus, and he gives me a spanking that tears me a moan of pleasure. His body molds to mine again, and his right hand creeps over my stomach, then lower to wrap my penis in his broad palm. I'm about to cum, but Derek pulls his hand away, and he sticks a finger inside me, then a second, and a third. My body is so familiar with this sensation that it moves instinctively, and I push back to accentuate my man's finger penetrations. I'm pretty sure I ejaculated, but I have my eyes closed and I don't care. Derek's fingers withdraw, and he penetrates me with his cock. My head snaps back as he presses his hands to mine, flat on the glass shower wall. He growls, and gives me a first jerk that would have made me jump if I wasn't stuck between him and the window. I beg him to go faster, and he grunts again before speeding up. One of his hands frees me to wrap it around my waist, and I grab hold of Derek's hair. Taller than me, I only have to turn my head so that his mouth swallows mine. He spreads in me in a guttural cry, and I enjoy my turn.
"Fuck…" I swear between my teeth.
Derek shares my feelings, smiling against my mouth.
We get out of the shower after we've really washed up, and he takes special care in drying me off himself. Damn, how caring he can be ! In simple underpants and a hoodie, I join Derek – who is only wearing underpants – in the kitchen where he makes us two hot chocolates, new proof of his romantic side which is only intended for me and that he hides under his scowl. He sees from my smile that I'm making fun of him a little bit because he rolls them and places a cup in front of me. When we started dating, he only asked me one thing, and that was to never, oh ever, talk about his romantic side in front of others. This side of his personality was entirely reserved for me. I didn't think long before making this promise. When we're not alone, he shows himself demonstrative by taking my hand in his or hugging me from behind, but that's it. Even his smiles are only for me. He's still the Derek that Scott and I first met in the woods. If only they all knew.
"Thanks !" I say before taking a sip of the drink.
"It's past midnight." he says to me, leading me into the space where the bed is.
Which by the way, is right in the middle of the loft. Where are the pack meetings held ? Well at home, which doesn't bother my dad at all. Derek goes rummaging through his closet — I forced his hand into buying one, by the way — and comes back to me with a gift box. He puts it on the table. I waste no time and tear the paper around it.
"Fuck !"
It's stronger than me, it had to come out. This crazy guy bought me a laptop, a MacBook, to be exact.
"But…"
"You keep complaining that you can't watch a movie in your bed, because you have a desktop computer." Derek hugs me from behind. "Now you can settle in your bed, and have your computer with you. I might even watch a movie with you when I sneak into your room."
"Wow !" I turn in his arms and kiss him. "Thanks ! I can't think of anything else to say, other than thank you, and that I love you."
"It is enough for me !"
"It's your turn to open your present !" I sincerely hope that he will like what I took for him. "I know you already have one, but when I saw it I immediately fell for it."
He takes the lid off the box, pushes aside the paper covering the leather jacket I bought him a few weeks earlier. It is sober, with just pockets on the bottom, and a zipper. Nothing more. Derek tries it on right away before turning to me. Ouch, my underwear is suddenly getting too small.
"You, uh, it suits you very well."
I clear my throat. Wow, I'm starting to get hot, and it has nothing to do with the heating, which is pushed to the limit so that the little human that I am does not catch cold. I love when Derek wears black, but seeing him wear leather has a funny effect on me.
"Do you like it ?" I ask, trying to sound as detached as possible.
"Yeah, I do." Derek slips his hand around my waist and kisses me. "Thank you, and I love you too."
"I know you already have a leather ja…" He kisses me. "…and that she was at your…" Another kiss. "I should shut upt ?"
"Yeah, that would be cool." He makes his red eyes gleam. "Merry Christmas, Stiles, and thank you. It's the first time since my family is gone that I feel really great. It's thanks to you."
"If only the others could hear you talk to me like that." I tease him.
It's stronger than me.
"I would rather avoid it." he told me. "It would bother me to have to kill my pack mates."
"And it would damage your bad boy reputation." I admit, sticking closer to him. "And I like it when you get grumpy."
"Stiles…" he growls.
"Take me to bed !"
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December 25th !
I wake up to the smell of cookies. And also because my stomach is crying out for food. I rub my eyes, push back the covers and get dressed in my underpants and my sweatshirt. I'm lucky Derek didn't damage them by undressing me. My Grumpy wolf is making progress. A lot of my t-shirts ended up in shreds because Mr. Alpha didn't have the patience to undress me properly. Anyway ! I get dressed, and I quickly go to the bathroom before going to the kitchen. Ah, Derek put on a pair of sweatpants. It molds his ass so much that he could have remained naked. I sneak up behind him, not bothering to try to startle him — it wouldn't be necessary, he must have heard me as soon as I got out of bed — and hug him. Yeah, I can be a real marshmallow too. In fact, I am when I'm with Derek like he is with me. With him, my hyperactivity is more restricted. I press my mouth to his tattoo between his shoulder blades, and trace every line of it before stopping at the back of his neck.
"Good morning, Grumpy !"
"Good morning !" He faces me and kisses me madly. "Slept well ?"
"Always when you are with me." I answer, before adding, a bit teasingly : "Especially after cumming three times in less than two hours."
"Three times, are you sure ?" He picks me up and sits me on the kitchen table. "I would have thought it was more than that."
"Yeah, you took your time with me." And I love it when he makes me yearn like he did last night. "It was awesome."
"Do you want us to do it again ?" he offers, burying his face in my neck.
"Yeah, when I would have eaten, because I'm starving." I cling to his shoulders as he bites me. When he bites me, he is always very careful to only do so with his human teeth. He would no longer fail to transform me without my consent. "But maybe we should – well, maybe I should save my strength for our anniversary. Something tells me you're not going to let me sleep much that night."
I feel him smile against my skin, and I know I hit a point.
"Speaking of our anniversary..." He looks at me. "Do we have to go to Lydia's little party ?"
"You may be the Alpha, but do you really want to alienate your cousin, a banshee and a hunter of Allison's caliber ?" I ask him, very seriously. He frowns. "We'll go until 11 p.m., and we'll come back and lock ourselves in the loft until the next day. Plus, I bought a great outfit for the occasion, and the girls said the pants gave me an amazing ass. Won't you see me in it ?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last point, and you're going to swear to me that at 11 p.m. we'll be out of the party." he told me.
"Promise !" I grab his hair and slide my tongue over his lips, squeezing a groan out of him. I get off the table, grab a cookie, and stuff it in my mouth while my back is to Derek. "Hmm, so good !"
I barely take a step out of the kitchen when Derek grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him.
"Stop teasing me !" he growls.
"Why would I do that ?" I put my hand flat on his erection without looking away from him. "Hi in there ! Let's go back to bed, Grumpy ?"
"You need to stop calling me that." he warned me.
"Why ?" I bite into the cookie. "It fits you well."
He goes to talk, but I shove the rest of the cookie in his mouth and pull away from him. He has no choice but to chew and swallow the cake. I take off my sweater and throw it in his face before running off, but Derek catches me in five seconds and I'm pinned against one of the beams. It's cold, but the look my Grumpy gives me makes me forget about it and I wrap one leg around his waist as he presses his mouth to mine. I just had the best Christmas of my life. It is especially the first that I spend being in a relationship, and in love. Ok, it's with a werewolf, but who cares, right ?
To be continued in Happy New Anniversary…
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