Two Weeks Later…

Stiles –

I let out a loud grunt as Derek threw me roughly against the wall. His hot tongue ravished my neck as one hand pinned down my arm and the other worked magic on the bulge in my boxer shorts. He let a low growl emit from his throat and I rolled my eyes back in my head.

                The bare skin of his chest and his taut muscles pressed against my back as my breathing grew even shallower. He spun me around and grinded into my hips with his. My mouth hung open as his heated breath fanned my face and his erection made itself known on my thigh.

“Not so loud… my dad is downstairs and… uhhn… I’m pretty sure he can hear you throwing me around up here…” I groaned as he nipped at my skin.

“And I’m pretty sure he already knows what’s going on.” He murmured into me and he grabbed my boxers with his hands.

I reached down quickly and wrapped my hand around his wrist. “Can you not tear these ones off me? I’m running quite low thanks to you.”

He laughed a little and I shivered as he slipped his fingers into my boxers and pulled them down over my legs until I could step out of them.

“Get in bed.” He said.

He says stuff like that more for show than anything else; he always drags me there anyway. He shoved me down and I lay back looking at that amazing body while he stared fiercely down at me, never breaking eye contact as he pulled his own underwear off.

I may have broken eye contact once or twice. Definitely twice.

He held his body over mine and I took his head in my hands as he kissed me. It didn’t take him long to roll me over, his eyes starting to glow red. He grabbed my hip in his hand and pulled me up to him. I winced when his fingers touched old bruises, it’s not like he can help it, he’s a pretty decent amount stronger than me.

It was only for a second anyway because when he entered me I forgot all about the little bruise on my hip. I balled up the sheets in my hands and groaned loudly as he continued to thrust himself inside me. He switched between quick strokes and slow, deep ones while I could feel my arms shaking.

I felt a sharp pain on my thigh and knew that his control was slipping. He slowed down and kissed me just under my ear. I turned my head into him and he rested his cheek into mine, both of us damp from sweat.

I felt his wolf-burns grazing my cheek as they grew longer.

“Derek…” I whispered.

He let out an audible moan and kissed my cheek, the hair on his face slowly receding.

His breathing started to get sharper and he grunted into my ear, making shivers run all through my body before I felt him release.

I bit down on my lip as his claws broke through the skin on my shoulder before he relaxed and rolled onto his back, panting manically. I did the same, exhaling heavily.

He’s gotten much better at controlling his wolf side lately. The first few times he shifted towards the end, now, I can usually pull him back. I figured that out early on.

I knew what came next. He would lie here with me until we had recovered from our session and then he would leave. He never stays.

That was the one crappy part about sleeping with Derek, there was never any sleep, never anything more than just sex and discreet flirting when we were in public. I’m not about to go telling him that I want more from him, I’m not crazy.

He’s said it enough; I’m just his trigger.

And there is no way in hell that I am turning into Scott. He is so much worse now that Alison is all hunter-crazy. Not to mention that Jackson is back in town.

After Matt died he disappeared and according to Isaac, he’s back and playing in tomorrow night’s game. My mind was wandering all over the place and I almost missed Derek getting up and pulling on his jeans.

“You don’t want to stay?” I asked, trying to sound like I was joking but I was probably being transparent.

“I can't stay Stiles. How many times do you want me to say it?” he said as he looked around for his shirt.

“You can borrow one of mine.” I said. He just turned and raised an eyebrow at me. “Not even a little smile?”

He smiled very, very sarcastically before he found his shirt and walked towards the window.

“Hey wait, uh…” I said, rubbing my hand back over my head.

He turned around to look at me and I coughed a little nervously.

“Will you come to the game tomorrow night?” I said.

He looked away for a moment before looking back at me with a straight face. “No.”

My heart sunk a little. “Well why not?”

“Stiles I’m not coming to your lacrosse game. Besides, you never play anyway.” He opened the window and straddled the frame while he finished our semi-conversation.

“So? I might play this time. And I heard that Jackson might be playing. You could make sure nothing bad happens.” I offered.

“I can't Stiles, I have other things to do that are more important.”

“Like what?”

“It’s best if you don’t know.”

“Secret werewolf business, I get it.” So I didn’t really get it, and it pissed me off a little but maybe that was just because he refused to come to the game.

It’s just lacrosse. One game, is that too much to ask when he barges in here every night? I use the term barges lightly because I’m not denying the fact that I leave my window open on purpose and have sprung for a lock on my door. Yeah, I’m pretty transparent but Derek? That man is a closed book… inside a locked safe, surrounded by- you know what I think that paints the picture pretty well.

“Just stay out of it Stiles, you know you can't protect yourself.” He said.

“Yeah I know, I’m always the god-damned damsel in distress.” I’m what seems like the only human in the whole of Beacon Hills. In the high school especially.

“Would you just agree to be careful, for once?” He said.

“What? And let you get killed, hardly.” I waved my hand and thought I may have seen the hint of a smile breach his lips.

He climbed back in and kissed me in a way that kind of took me by surprise. Not to mention it shut me up.

Damn it Derek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said before leaving my room in a second.

Yeah, here, in my room, after the game. I know the last few weeks have been busy dealing with all this crazy werewolf stuff and Derek isn’t your average guy, but this whole thing has been sneaking around and late night visits.

Is it so wrong for me to maybe kind of want something more? Scott doesn’t know about us, no one does really. The only ones who know are Derek’s pack and that’s because he can't really keep the whole trigger thing from them. Boyd kind of stays out of it and Erica is a nasty snide bitch, I don’t know if she’s jealous that Derek is taken or that I fell for his advances and not hers. Either way it’s just plain annoying. Isaac is the most understanding of them all. We’ve actually become closer since this whole things started up, I guess you could say we were sort of friends. He gets the whole trigger thing, apparently there is someone at school that he feels that way about.

I got up and headed to the shower. I know I was just going to get all sweaty and gross at lacrosse but I was sweaty and gross now so I figured I had better clean up a little. It’s a pretty important game. Derek was right though, I never play.

Still.

When I go to the field Scott was already there – with Isaac. I thought Isaac disappeared after that whole thing with Matt. Oh god that probably meant something bad. Really bad.

They were in the middle of some serious wolf-y chat so I figured I would let them handle it. I gathered with the rest of the team, Scott was on the bench tonight because Gerard convinced the coach that he couldn’t play with his bad grades. That was definitely a bad thing considering how menacing Jackson was looking.

I looked over to the bleachers to see my dad sitting there with Scott’s mum. I haven’t told anyone, but seeing Matt hurt him and knowing that I was completely powerless has really had an impact on me. I was just… there, watching.  I felt so helpless. There I was, the damsel in distress while everyone else tried to save the day.

And now it’s only going to get worse. I can't watch my dad get hurt again, he’s all I have. I sat next to Scott and tried to explain to him what was going on for me but there was one thing that I just couldn’t say, not right now, not with tonight turning out to be problematic.

I couldn’t tell him about Derek, and it’s not like Derek cared enough to let me talk it out with him. I should never have followed him that night. I knew that he didn’t want anything more than sex and in that moment I thought I could handle it.

I didn’t think that I would actually grow attached to the emotionally unavailable sour-wolf. But I did.

I looked around but I didn’t see him, and I wasn’t going to. He made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want to be here. I knew that I probably wouldn’t play but still, if he cared at all he would make an effort. Hell, my dad does and he knows that I’ve never actually played a game on this team.

If we make it through tonight I’m going to have to break it off. What choice do I have?

As I was talking to Scott about how hopeless it all seems the coach came up behind us.

“Put on your helmet and get out there, you’re in for Greenburg.” For a second I thought he was talking to Scott but then it clicked.

“I’m playing? On the field? With the team?!”

“Yes. Unless you’d rather… play with yourself.”

“I already did that today… twice.” I shrugged and the coach gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

I saw Scott supress a laugh before the coach shouted in our ears.

“Get the hell out there!” I leapt up, forgetting everything I had in my head.

I’m playing, I’m actually playing!

Oh god, ohhhhh god. I’m on the field, I’m on the field. Yeah, werewolf stuff just doesn’t seem so scary anymore.

I looked over to the crowd, my father looked confused but then I saw him smile and stand up and put a fist in the air.

“Oh dear god.” I said under my breath.

When that buzzer when off to signal the start of play I think I may have had a heart attack. I wasn’t focussed on anything except the fact that I was on the freaking field!

Oh god, the ball’s coming, oh god, oh god.

Crunch!

Ouch, I just got tackled. Yeah, that hurt. If Jackson doesn’t kill me then the other team would.

I think I got crunched a few more times before I even managed to get the ball. It was only after I saw Isaac start ramming members of our team, something must be up. He got through three guys before Scott was put in, that’s probably a bad sign. When Isaac went down I knew that Gerard was getting involved but… the ball was coming towards me. It just sort of rolled this way.

I must have just stared at it for a few moments because I could hear my heart beating and everything seemed to move in slow-mo.  I scooped it up and suddenly everyone else seemed to notice and they began running towards me. Oh holy god.

I ran towards our goal frantically, panicked. This was actually happening. I stopped in front of the goal and looked out towards everyone making their way towards me, then out to the crowd.

“What is he doing?” I heard the coach yell.

I looked out into the bleachers and saw my father with Ms McCall and Lydia.

“Shoot it!” Lydia yelled and I turned back to the goal and sucked the air into my lungs before attempting my first shot at goal.

When I heard the ball hit that net I yelled out and jumped up into the air.

I got it! I can't believe that just happened… I got it!

Derek –

I smiled to myself as I watched him get a goal. He hasn’t actually had a chance to play this year. I know I took that away from him when we went to investigate at the hospital. The look on his face was priceless.

I don’t think he could believe that he had just scored a goal.

I could hear his heart beating ridiculously fast from here. I was standing along the line of trees at the edge of the woods. I had been with Peter but I had managed to get away with enough time to watch Stiles play.

I told him I wouldn’t, but I felt like I should probably make an effort. I don’t want him to think that this can be anything more than it is by letting him know that I was here. I just liked to be near him, where I could smell him and watch him. I don’t know how long this trigger thing was going to last. Part of me hopes that it’ll be a lot longer, but I supress that part.

It will pass, that much I know. The last thing I need is some stupid attachment.

His adrenaline surged as he scored another goal. How was he doing this well?

The only problem with me being here to watch Stiles was that he distracted me from everything else. I couldn’t focus, so when he scored the game winning goal and began celebrating with his team mates I didn’t notice Jackson.

I was completely engrossed in Stiles that when the lights suddenly went out after the final buzzer I was caught off guard. I looked around frantically, my eyes were still adjusting but I could hear everything.

People started to scream, yell. Everything was mayhem. I ran towards the field when all of a sudden the lights came back on and there was a figure lying motionless on the ground in the middle of the field.

I stopped in my tracks and looked down at him. It was Jackson. I stood back and watched as Scott’s mother ran over to examine him. Scott stood with Isaac as they lifted his jersey to see the blood and gouges on his stomach.

My blood ran cold. What the hell was Gerard’s plan? What was he thinking?

It was then that my ears picked up something else.

“Stiles?” I heard faintly.

I looked up and scanned the crowd.

“Stiles?!” I caught sight of the Sheriff, standing amongst the teenagers and doing the same as me.

Where is he?

“Stiles!” I yelled.

The Sheriff looked over at me and I ran to him.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“He was… he was here and now he’s… where is he? Where is my son?!” He yelled the last part and my search became more frantic.

“Stiles!” I roared.

Isaac looked up at me and suddenly realised the same thing that I had.

Stiles had disappeared. He was gone.

Where the hell was he? Where the hell was that trigger of mine? “Stiles!” I howled.