Stiles –

I am so sick of all this werewolf-kanima shit.

Seriously, I mean what the hell? It's hard enough being a damn teenager without all of this paranormal crap. I know I'm just a human and Scott's the one with the actual problems but I just spent way, way too much time holding Derek Hale up in the school swimming pool to care.

Sometimes I think they forget that I have feelings too, you know, the human that gets dragged into crazy werewolf situations that have totally nothing to do with him. I mean yeah, it's freaking awesome sometimes but right now, it's not so much my thing.

I stretched out in my computer chair after getting back from the school. My whole body ached from trying to stay afloat and avoid almost certain death from some weird snake-lizard creature. I kicked off my shoes which were still a little damp and stretched my toes.

I need a god-damn shower.

The hot water felt amazing running down over my body, like I could finally relax a bit. I soaped myself up and cleaned off that werewolf smell. Not just werewolf smell, wet werewolf. That is not pretty.

I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking out of the steam filled bathroom. I yawned a little as I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me. As I stretched my arms out in front of me I saw a shadow on the floor that didn't belong. I turned my head and almost fell on the floor with the shock of seeing Derek standing by the dresser.

"Holy-! What the hell Derek?" I leapt away and rubbed my eyes.

He looked me up and down and I became increasingly aware that I was naked. He gave me a bemused look and I held on tighter to my towel.

"I... uh why- what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Did you talk to Scott?" He said.

"About what? Look, haven't you spent enough time with me today?" I said.

He smirked. "Don't flatter yourself there, I need to see Scott."

"So go and break into his house, why is it always here? Why is it always me?" I muttered the last part to myself.

"He's not at home and I'm not stupid enough to hover around the Argent's garden looking for him. I know he is." Derek rolled his eyes a little.

I sighed. "Yeah he's a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Alison."

Derek shook his head a little, his lips never moving from their thin line. He had his hands in his jeans pockets and a leather jacket covering his damp shirt. I felt a shiver run over me and looked over at the open window.

"Seriously? Do I need to start locking my windows to avoid late night visits from werewolves?" I asked and this time his lips twitched into a smile.

"You could, but I don't think you will."

"What does that even mean?" I asked.

"You ask too many questions."

"Well no one ever answers me!" I threw my hands up and my towel slipped a little causing me to grasp at it frantically.

Derek just laughed.

"Don't you have a pack to go play with?"

"And here I was thinking you were enjoying my company." He walked over to me and held his face close to mine. "If you get hold of Scott, tell him I'm looking for him." His eyes dropped for a moment before looking me in the eyes again. "By the way your towel is starting to slip again."

I turned my face away and held it far tighter as he climbed out of my window and bounded off into the night.

Well that was pretty weird. Why does he always have to come to me when he's looking for Scott? I have enough trouble finding him as it is.

And why was he so... chilled? It's not very Derek-like. Hmm, maybe he's right. I do ask a lot of questions.

Alright, I'll try to stop that.

For some weird reason I just couldn't get Derek out of my head. There was just something about tonight that made him stick in there. It actually felt really good to be the one to save him for once.

Usually I'm the god-damn damsel in distress, which sucks by the way.

I sighed and walked over to my bed and sat down, running my hand over my head and lying back down. I tossed my towel to the floor and climbed under my bed covers. As I closed my eyes, really needing to sleep I realised that Derek was still hanging around in my head.

My eyes slowly began to get tired and eventually I drifted to sleep.

"Stiles..."

I turned over, determined to stay asleep.

"Stiles..." The voice got louder and more insistent. "Stiles!"

I groaned and rolled back over. "What?" I opened my eyes to see Derek standing above me and I flinched. "Holy crap! Derek!"

"Yes?" He said.

"What... you're in my room and you woke me up so what do you want?" I said.

"You don't know?"

I didn't say anything. I knew what I wanted but was that what he wanted too?

He grinned wickedly and his eyes glowed red. I swallowed hard and said nothing as he pulled his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He swooped in close as I sat up a little. He held his body over mine and as he drew his face in close I felt him breath in deeply, taking in my scent. He let out a growling sound that sent shivers down my spine in a way that could have been out of fear but I'm almost certain that it was something else.

I closed my eyes and took a few heavy breaths and then it happened; I startled myself awake.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself.

This was not normal. I can't believe that I just had a dream about Derek... like that.

The next day at school I must have looked about as crappy as I felt because I didn't get any sleep after that dream. Maybe it was because I didn't want to have that dream again or maybe it was the other... pressing matter.

I don't want to talk about it.

"What happened to you last night?" I spun around to see Scott looking at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you start, you're the one who gets away and hides out with your hunter girlfriend and in the meantime I get Derek hunting me down because he's looking for you." I grumbled.

"Why was he looking for me?"

"I don't know!"

"Well why didn't you ask?"

"I did but he's a psycho and didn't tell me why." I said.

"Who's a psycho?" We both turned to see Derek standing behind us and I looked away, my cheeks flushing a little as I remembered my dream.

Get out, get out, get out.

I saw him eye me suspiciously but he usually looked at me like that so it wasn't that odd.

"Why do you have to bother Stiles all the time? If you want to talk to me then come after me." Scott said and a tried to subtly turn even further away but Derek just narrowed his eyes at me and then tilted his head towards Scott.

"Well if you don't want me to bother him to get to you then maybe you should stay away from the Argent house. I'm not cleaning up your body when he catches you there." Derek said.

Scott rolled his eyes and pulled his bag up onto his shoulder. "Come on Stiles." He glared at Derek and started to walk away.

I scratched my head and avoided his eyes as I started to follow Scott.

"What's wrong with you?" He said and I stopped.

"What, me? No, nothing." I said.

He raised an eyebrow and grinned arrogantly. "You're being stranger than usual."

I bumbled around with my words a little and heard the bell ring for class and pointed towards school before scampering off to science class.

That afternoon I drove Scott to the woods to meet with Alison, I told him he could wolf it back to his place after. I think I made a bit of a fool of myself earlier in front of Derek, why can't I just play it cool? It was just a stupid dream.

I shut the door of my jeep outside my house, my dad was out at the station still, he probably had a late shift tonight, what with all the crap going on around here.

I walked up to my bedroom and threw my bag on the floor. As I went to sit down in my computer chair but as I turned I caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of my room and slipped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor.

"Derek!" I said as I climbed back up and he shook his head at me. "Again really?"

He laughed and folded his arms.

"Or is this another dream?" I muttered.

"Another dream?" He raised an eyebrow with amusement and I opened my eyes wide. "You realise I can hear you from here."

"I... Well yeah, obviously." I said.

"So you thought that what you just said was the best thing to say?"

I shrugged and shook my head around, turning my gaze away from him. God this was awkward, why is he even here? I looked back up at him to ask him just that and he was gone.

What the-?

"So what were you dreaming about Stiles?" I leapt forward as I felt his hot breath on my ear.

I rubbed my neck where I had felt him whisper to me and gave him a look. "What are you doing?" I asked.

He grinned wickedly and stepped forward a little. My heart pounded and I wasn't sure why. Was I scared or was it something else entirely. He walked towards me and I took steps back until I hit the wall. I looked back to confirm that yes, I was stuck and he was still advancing.

Is it wrong that a part of me was aching for him to keep going? I won't tell you which part of me it was.

He stopped only inches from me and his eyes grazed me up and down. I swallowed hard.

"You can't hide it Stiles, I can smell it on you." He growled.

"I... don't know what you mean." Can he smell lies too?

I hope not.

He grinned and pressed me against the wall with one hand, his claws beginning to extend. He dragged it down over my chest and I think I may have stopped breathing. I closed my eyes tightly and his breath was bearing down on my neck, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. His breath was rasping, like a low growl and his claws were only just grazing my skin as his hand slipped under my shirt and back up over my stomach.

My breathing was ragged and my mouth was parted as he sent shivers down my spine. What the hell was going on with me?

"Do you feel that?" He said.

"Um yeah... wait what?" I said, turning my head to look at him, his eyes so close to mine that I could see myself in them.

"Your heart is racing."

"Yeah I have... allergies or something, I don't know I think it's the weather for it-"

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." He said with a shake of his head.

I went to speak but he gave me such a menacing glare that I shut my mouth instantly.

He gazed into my eyes and I swallowed hard again. He leant in towards me a little before he looked up and threw me across the room.

"Ow what the- Dad!" I was leaning against my desk as my father opened the door.

I think he may have called out as he did but I was too busy being thrown painfully into a desk to notice.

"You alright there Stiles?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, never better, what's up?" My eyes darted to Derek standing just behind the door.

My dad looked a little confused but that was pretty much the way he always looked at me. "Just seeing if you were going to be playing in the game this weekend?"

"I didn't know you were home... and I'll probably be, on the bench, again, as usual."

"I just had to collect some files and I saw your Jeep so I thought I'd come up and ask. Clearly this was a bad time." He raised his eyebrows and supressed an awkward smile. "I should be in for dinner tomorrow, but I have a late night tonight."

"Yeah, sure, cool."

"I'll just leave you to- whatever it was you were doing." He backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, alright, night dad." I said, exhaling for the first time since he had come in. "He was a little weird don't you think?" I asked casually and Derek shook his head. "What?"

He walked over coolly and stood in front of me. "Maybe it was because of this." He reached out and cupped his hand to the bulge in my jeans and my jaw dropped.

"Uh..." That was all I could manage.

"But I don't think he expected that there was anyone else here." He grinned and I shot him a glare.

"Yeah, thanks for that." He laughed before he threw me back onto my bed.

He descended on me, standing over me and waiting for me to make room. I just looked up at him, so strong and rugged. And he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I scoot backwards on the bed and he knelt over me.

I don't know why I let him keep going but I couldn't stop this feeling. I have never felt like this with someone before.

He pulled at my shirt and I sat up so he could pull it over my head. He forced me back down and his lips finally made contact with my skin. The scratchy stubble on his chin skimming my chest as he kissed my collarbone and his hand ran back and forth over my stomach.

"Did you really come here because you wanted to see Scott?" I asked shakily.

He looked up at me with a scowl before he went back to kissing down my chest.

"I guess that means you're not a big talker."

"Stiles..." He said as his lips brushed my ribs.

"I think I probably do too much talking."

"Stiles..." He said with annoyance in his voice as he licked just above my navel.

"So how long have you known that you were-"

"Stiles!" He growled and let his face hover over mine with a glowering look. "If you don't shut up... I'm going to make you."

"How would you-" I probably should have taken the hints earlier but in a way I'm glad I didn't.

He roughly pressed his lips into mine and opened his mouth as I did just the same. His tongue slipped behind my teeth and he reached his hand up to hold my face tightly. As he moved his lips with mine in a hot mess of tongues he put his leg between my thighs and ground his hips against mine.

I could feel a solid heat pressed against me and a groan escaped my lips as he thrust in slow strokes. He pulled his lips from mine and stared down hungrily before he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. He forced my head to the side as he kissed my neck and I felt my hands shaking as I struggled to think of what to do with them.

"Tell me you want me." Derek growled, his eyes starting to glow red.

He looked up at me, his hips still grinding softly. I just sort of gaped at him and he smiled.

"Don't you know how to play the game Stiles?" He grinned as he pulled himself off of me and turned me over so he could kiss his way down my back.

Shivers engulfed me and I wasn't sure that I could say anything even if I wanted to but I managed to get something out.

"You... you told me to shut up." I felt him smile as he drew the skin of my back into his mouth and grazed his – thankfully – human teeth over it.

My hands gripped the sheets tightly. "Don't tell me you're new to this?"

I scoffed a little. "No." I said without much conviction.

I felt him stop and panted a little.

"Stiles... are you saying that you're a virgin?" He asked and I screwed up my face and shrugged a little.

"Not... I mean well technically..." I heard him sigh and felt him get up and off the bed.

I rolled over and saw him pull his shirt back on.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?" I said, not wanting him to leave.

He didn't answer. He just pushed the window open more and climbed out.

"Wait, Derek!" I sat up and looked out my window as he jumped off the roof and started walking away.

Why the hell would he do that? I didn't even know I wanted him until he made me feel it so what the hell was his problem? He couldn't just throw himself out there and then leave, I feel like an idiot.

"I want you." I said to myself.

I really did. I wanted to be with Derek, but for some reason he was just gone.