One Night

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    Not only did I not sleep, like one bit, last night. I'm also left with the mess of my skin. Derek- wolfy, out of control, sexual, Derek; left marks. Bites, hickeys, and bruises all over my upper body. I shiver at the thought of what he did to the lower half. The press he had on my thighs while he licked his way- nope. Mn-um. Not happening. Instead let's strip off these boxers and turn on the shower and climb in to let the perfectly warm water cascade down my back and wake me up for my nightmare life.

    Oh yeah- and I rolled out of bed an hour late, so I'm not to worried about time anymore. Normally dad would wake me, or like, say bye or something. But he's still in bed and I don't feel like waking him up because he works, so damn hard, all day long. So whatever, yeah, I wash out the soap from my short hair and sigh as the water sprays down my face and cools the growing headache. With that I shut off the water and step out to dry off and get dressed. Waddling off to my room and settling with dark blue jeans, my target t-shirt, and black beanie. Which is new for my style, and a little awkward without a jacket- so let's toss that and grab one of those.

    I quickly get dressed with my oh so stiles outfit and sling my bag over my shoulder to rush down the hallway and swing around into the kitchen and dinning room. Pulling an uncooked bagel from the pantry and rushing for the door. I snatch my keys off the hook and rush outside, locking the door, pulling myself into my baby, slinging my seat belt on, and backing out of the driveway, way to fast for anyone's liking. Then happily speeding down the road.

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School was, stretched. It felt to long for Stiles's comfort, rather too long for anything he'd felt before. The first day back, the impending horror of the days to come. It's all annoying, and long, and there. And he doesn't want it to be. The same way he doesn't want last nights memory to be. But it's there. The feeling, the rush, the weird pinch In his chest when Derek would lay his lips onto Stiles's skin. He'd gotten looks from Scott, and Isaac, and Jackson wasn't at school so that's good. Lydia says he and his family had officially pushed back moving till Jackson graduated with the rest of his friends —odd friends.

Back to the memory Derek's skin on his. What the actual fuck was wrong with him, you wanna know! So does he, and his entire freaking body as he shudders in anticipation that won't come. Why last night, what the hell did -freaky-out-of-control-Derek- mean by: "you smell insatiable". And why was he even out 'an about if he felt the least bit out of control. Though, his hands were gentle, like he wasn't quite out of control. Okay- not gentle, he was kinda forcing himself on stiles. But to a point he wasn't streaking the teens body with bloodied claw marks and bitting with sharp, werewolf, alpha teeth.

    Actually Derek didn't really seem like a killer out of control kind of out of control. Like he'd been similar too before, when Scott had, or wolfsbane got in his system. In any case that's how it went. School at least, crazy, curious, long, overbearing. Scott and stiles strode down the front steps of the school after the bell rang their release. In an instant the werewolf was gripping his arm and stopping him with his eyes closed and lips pursed open and oddly.

    "Okay dude I have to ask- you reek of Derek." Stiles's heart noticeably picks up at the mention, Scott makes that known by glancing down then back up. "What happened?" He seems almost angry.

    "You know what- not talking, isn't lying." Stiles squinted his eyes as he spoke, spinning and essentially raising a wrist to rub against his neck annoyedly.

    "Stiles!" The wolf best friend chased after stiles, if not for his bike being parked only a few spots from the others Jeep but for his odd and secluded answer.

    "Hmm?" Stiles hummed in response as he swung open his jeep door and pulled himself inside, leg propping the door so it doesn't swing shut.

    "Answer me." Scott pleaded landing a hand in the door to stop stiles. "Did something happen? Are you okay?" Anger mixed with worry in his tone.

    "Eh-" Stiles answered as he tugged at his jeep door and initially failed, turning to buckling up and starting up the loud engine.

    "Stiles!" Scott calls again as stiles sighs in frustration and slapped his hands down on his thighs, fingers drumming rhythmically in their place.

   Scott fished his phone from his jacket pocket and released the door earning a loud "hah!" from stiles as he swung it closed with a smug look. Then locking the doors and pulling out his own phone afterwards to reveal a text in the pack group chat.

Sourwolf:
Pack meeting tonight. Important. Do. Not. Miss.

    As always a sourwolf and a jerk at that. Stiles scoffed along with the message and sent a reply.

Stiles:
Aye' yay captain werewolf demanding!!

    After that there was a chorus of following agreement messages. Tonight meant regular time, which meant sneaking out, which meant lying (literally), and meant that Derek's new loft was the go to for the meeting. As always. Whatever the situation Scott had forgotten about his interrogation with stiles, which he was sure to soon break too, and wandered off to his bike with an odd glare down at his phone.

    Stiles got home and instantly tossed aside his things, 9:00 pm was meeting time, his dad would be getting home just around that time and it's always hell trying to leave while his dad is checking up on his supposed to be sleeping son. Which meant acting asleep in a comfy pair of pajama bottoms while his dad peeked into the room and then rushing to pull a shirt, jacket, and shoes on after he left. Climbing out his window in a very unstable fashion before Maneuvering around the side of the house and it's prickly bushes and rushing off to his jeep, where he geniusly had left his keys. Waiting about five minutes to be sure his dad would be in the shower as he started the car to speed down the street breaking many driving laws to get to Derek's loft at just about 9:35 pm, strictly thirty-five minutes late as usual.

    Only six hours to the very stressful 40 minutes of lying, sneaking, and driving. Only to have, probably, the most awkward and tension filled meeting ever. Yep, that's what's happening tonight cause for fucks sake if he could ever get a break it'd be the end of the world. He'll have to deal. 5 hours 56 minutes to go.

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