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That was something Stiles never wanted to go through in her life again. It was bad enough that her father was going into protective-daddy mode but because of Derek’s werewolf status, the threats had more of a graphic nature. She had heard him threaten a wolf before but that was nothing compared to this.
Then again, the sheriff never walked in on his daughter after sex with one either.
It was the longest few hours before he left for work ever. The most awkward as well, because John’s eyes never left Derek. He wouldn’t let them return to her room or be in a room alone. The farthest they got was when he went to the bathroom but even then, the sheriff made sure he finished his business fast.
“This is overkill,” Stiles murmured to herself as she leaned into Derek’s side. She was wrapped up in a blanket, back against the side of the couch, head on his shoulder, and legs draped over his lap. It was the closest she could get without her father going off again. It helped a little that Derek kept his arm around her back, holding her close against him, but she wanted to be closer. Preferably in her bed without her stupid pajamas.
Derek chuckled softly, brushing his nose against her forehead before planting a kiss on it. “That’s because he’s scared,” he replied, pausing only slightly before continuing. “Or disturbed of what we did while he was in the house.”
“Please, he’s a grown man. It was going to happen eventually,” she said with a snort. While her father was gone, she took advantage of the brief moment by reaching up and pulling his face down. Derek went willingly, kissing her with as much passion as he had the previous night. She moaned a little into his mouth, her fingers curling into his short hair.
“God will you two give it a rest?”
Stiles didn’t know how long their lips were attached when the sheriff came back into the room. He looked annoyed and in pain as he stood in his uniform, hand on his gun. Rolling her eyes as she let go of Derek, she leaned back into the couch and Derek’s arm. “Come on Dad.”
“You can wait until I leave. I know you don’t need him that bad,” he argued, tone exasperated.
“Says you.”
He ignored her and looked at Derek, gaze hard. “The only reason you are still here is because I’m going to be gone for a bit. It’s going to be busy with what’s happening. Parker’s parents are organizing search parties for him and I need to be there.”
Stiles was torn between the pain of losing Parker and the fear of something going after her father or Parker’s family. “Dad–”
He held up a hand to stop her. “The Argents are going with us, as well as those two girls and some help Chris called in. We’ll be splitting up so everyone is covered.”
“Take Peter with you,” Derek suggested. “He wants to help.”
The sheriff looked uneasy. “Shouldn’t he be here, with you two?”
A low growl only Stiles could hear came from Derek’s chest. She wondered if it was because he thought he could protect her himself or because he wasn’t used to someone questioning his orders.
“We will be fine. I think Stiles will feel better if you had someone watching you as well.”
That too, Stiles agreed. Peter was a strong wolf.
He left after a little bit of banter, promising he would fix the mountain ash line and then pick up Peter on his way there. Finally, Stiles and Derek were left alone. As soon as the door closed behind her father, Derek yanked her up into his lap, just so that their chests were pressed against each other and she was straddling his lap. Their lips were together and their hands latched onto different body parts, gripping each other as if their lives depended on it. In a way, it was exactly like that.
“You weren’t kidding,” Stiles said breathlessly as she leaned her forehead against his. Derek didn’t stop kissing her, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. Everywhere he could reach. “This is healing. I don’t feel anything. Is that even good?”
She felt a little guilty for all this. Less than twenty four hours ago, she had watched her friend, the closest one she’s had in a long time, be brutally murdered. She had let him be tortured and victimized. Now, she was getting frisky with an alpha and thinking about how cliché this was. How many movies and books had a scene where the main character just saw something tragic and then went and slept with someone? Maybe her life was a motion picture now.
Derek shook his head and pushed her back a little bit. “It’s a form of healing and you shouldn’t feel guilty for this.”
“Right, you can smell my emotions,” she grumbled, sitting back in his lap and letting her fingers linger on his chest. His hands gripped her thighs gently, keeping her in place. “But why? Why should I get to heal? Parker doesn’t.”
Derek thought carefully about his next words. “What happened to Parker wasn’t your fault, Stiles. You tried your best to keep him safe and from what I saw, you fought like hell for him. Yes it shouldn’t have happened but it’s nature. And I can promise what I will find that bitch and get revenge for him; I swear I will. But you… you need to heal. He wouldn’t want you to suffer.”
“It just doesn’t seem fair, you know? Like I shouldn’t be able to when he hasn’t done anything wrong. I’ve messed with the natural order and yet he pays the price.”
Sighing, he pulled her close again. Stiles melted into his chest, her cheek pressed into his collar bone as his fingers ran through her hair. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths as a few stray tears dripped from her lashes.
“It’s okay,” he whispered to her, kissing the top of her head every few seconds. “It’ll be okay, Stiles.”
*ABANDONED*
He had taken her back upstairs to sleep more. Well, play and sleep. It was an on and off thing. One minute he had her writhing in the sheets and the next she was asleep. The only time they took a break from either was to eat and get a shower.
Stiles felt bad for it but in a way, this was a distraction. It helped her feel better but Derek kept her mind off Parker. As long as she was focused on him, on his body and on hers, or as long as she was asleep, she wasn’t thinking about what was going outside of her house. She didn’t need to think about what happened to Parker’s body or if his parents would find his remains. He kept her from wondering if Jacquelyn was out there targeting anyone else around her. Her mind was safe then.
When the sun started to set, she rolled onto her side, breathing heavily. Derek slipped out of her and curled himself around her, one muscular arm covering her soft stomach with the other supported her head from under the pillow. He exhaled slowly as he tried to regulate his own lungs. Air blew against her air, causing Stiles to shiver and sigh.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers curling around her side from under her. He kissed her neck before settling down as close as possible. “You’re mine.”
His words made Stiles whimper. She rolled over and curled into his body, pressing up against him as much as she could. Everything about Derek surrounded him. His touch, his smell, his love… Stiles was startled by that. She knew it was crazy but she could basically feel just how much he loved her. She wondered if he could feel the same.
With that thought, she fell asleep in his arms again.
*ABANDONED*
When she woke up again, everything was pitch-black. Derek was still wrapped around her, his grip tight even in his sleep. Stiles struggled to roll over but she finally faced away from him and reached over to her nightstand to get her phone. She flinched when the bright light showed, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change.
“Jesus,” she murmured once she saw the numbers. Three in the morning. It was way too early for any logical reason to leave the bed. She tried to go back to sleep but the growling in her stomach said otherwise. Muttering about how she needed a mini-fridge, she slipped out of bed and used the flashlight on her phone to find his shirt. Not bothering with any other clothes, she padded across her room quietly, trying her best not to wake the sleeping alpha.
Once she was down stairs, she turned on the kitchen light and went straight for the fridge. She decided on a bowl of cereal and pulled a stool over to the counter to sit. It was a quick snack, enough to hold her over until the morning. After she rinsed out the bowl, she decided to go outside for a breath of air.
The minute she opened the door, Stiles was hit with a wave of fresh air. She breathed in differently, inhaling the earthly smells that relaxed her body and mind. She walked out further into the grass, her toes digging into the grass. She didn’t even seem to care that she was stranding in the dark in only Derek’s shirt. It was dark so she doubted anyone could see.
She jumped at the sound of a branch breaking. Looking out into the dark, Stiles could feel the hair on the back of her neck raise but she saw nothing. No shadows, no movement other than the trees in the wind. She told herself to relax because her father had fixed the boundary. Nothing was coming through it.
Wandering back into the house and back upstairs, Stiles left Derek’s shirt on and crawled back into bed. Derek was sleepy but awake, waiting for her with open arms. She curled her body up into his side and kissed him.
“Where did you go?” he asked, his voice groggy and deep.
“I got hungry,” she replied, snuggling into him more. He pushed her away though, making her pout. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”
Derek laughed and propped himself up over her, pecking her nose before sliding out of the bed. “No,” he answered. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Her lips formed an ‘O’ as she nodded. “Use the one in the hallway though. I still haven’t cleaned up the glass in mine and I don’t need you getting cut.”
Derek smiled at her before wandering out her door. She couldn’t help but follow him before he disappeared. She didn’t even feel ashamed of it, either. The man had a nice ass. Her man. Derek Hale was hers.
There were more than enough marks on him to prove that, she thought smugly.
Stiles settled back into the bed, cuddling under the blankets. Her legs and feet felt like ice though and she couldn’t get comfortable so she got back up and searched for some pants. Because of her laziness, no pants were clean so she settled for basketball shorts and some knee highs.
As she got into bed, she heard some fumbling out in the hallway. Wrinkling her nose, she crawled to the bottom of the bed and kneeled over the edge, peering into the hallway. “Derek? You okay?”
“Yeah, I just dropped the soap. I’ll be in in a few seconds,” he yelled in reply. She sighed again and scolded herself for acting up. She needed to relax.
That was until a body flew through the fucking window and into her room, landing in a crouch and growling at her.