Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Forty-Nine

"The Deadpool is over," Derek said as he fell back on the sofa and Margo glanced up from the book she was reading to look at him. He'd spent the day with Braeden and Satomi's pack fighting against the hunters and assassins and all sorts. She raised her brow inviting him to continue, "Lydia and Peter were at the station with Meredith. The other banshee? When Peter was in a coma, Meredith got into his head and he subconsciously made a Deadpool and formulated the whole plan," he explained.

"So you're saying..." Margo began, "that it's over..."

"Yeah, I guess I am," he said.

"No more assassins, no more hunters...it's peace now?" She asked, and he nodded with a slight smile on his face.

"No more assassins and hunters," he confirmed.

It was silent for a few seconds before a smile fell on her face and she leapt over the coffee table to get to the sofa he was sat on. He grunted as she fell beside him although there was a large smile on his face as well. There was no weight that hung over them or anything that felt particularly worrying. It was just them and they got to be happy together for once. They didn't have to fear for their lives.

"So...you're saying that we're closer to leaving?" She asked and he nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," he droned. She hummed out in contemplation of the words before she rested her head against his shoulders and he reached around to wrap his arm around her.

"We're actually gonna be able to get a full seven hours of sleep without being woken up by werewolves or whatever," she mused and he chuckled slightly.

"You know what we'll also be able to do?" He asked amused, and she raised her brows already knowing what he was going to imply. It was very easy to work out what he was thinking and where he was going to go.

"I'm sure you're going to tell me," she drawled, and he hummed in amusement before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. It never started out innocent but instead immediately became a passionate display of excitement, happiness, and joy. Everything was over and it was simply just them.

Spinning around, she threw her leg around him so that she was facing him and they quickly returned to the kissing. Her hands found his t-shirt and she began to tug at it causing them to break the kiss just long enough to remove his shirt and she quickly grabbed onto her own pulling it off as fast as possible so that they could continue.

"Bed?" He muttered against her lips and she nodded with a hum.

It was hours later. The pair were lying in bed having showered and gotten ready for sleep. Despite not having any werewolf senses, when the alarm in the loft began to flash red (it had been muted after they realised the majority of the time the people who were breaking were the people in the pack) he instantly woke up. Pushing himself up and away from Margo he looked around but saw nothing. They were still on their way up to the loft.

As the warmth left her back, Margo instinctively brought the duvet closer to her face in hopes of keeping warm. "Margo," he whispered tapping her shoulder and she groaned pulling the duvet over her face instead. "Margo," he called out slightly louder and hearing the sound of him grabbing onto the gun she woke up.

Pushing her head over the duvet, she blinked at him squinting through the grogginess which had overcome her. "What?" She asked.

"Someone's broken in," he muttered.

Climbing out of the bed, Derek's t-shirt that she'd nicked was hanging loosely from her body and her hair was a tattered mess but she didn't care about that as they crept towards the door. She cared about how cold it was though since it seemed to seep into her feet and up her legs.