Changing Patterns

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"Talking"  'Thinking...
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Derek growls, tapping a hand on the door just as stiles leaves. His eyes burning and skin still on fire, his mind was racing and he couldn't quite catch what he was thinking. 'Let me use you too... Derek mimics in his mind, his head still surging-ly unsettled. Way to prove your not still into the human who got himself involved in the supernatural by accident. 'Fuck... Derek pressed a few fingers to his lips, lightly staring forward at the dark wood of his door. The feeling of Stiles's lips pushing against his, the humans tongue rushing j to his mouth for more, his submission to Derek that had never been seen before. Subtle, but there, just barely.

Derek was surprised to have stiles jump at him, almost literally, it was something he'd expect himself to do. But stiles was really just looking for something to entertain himself and he'd heard Derek slam his door angrily. The werewolf sighed and kicked his bare foot lightly against the door, a small thud as he dropped his hand from his face and leaned back his head in an attempt for air in the small space between himself and the door. He almost wanted to follow after stiles and continue what had been stated. Though that feeling, burning feeling like he'd been placed on treasury burning coals. Like when he'd thrown open Stiles's door the night he had that nightmare.

The restricting feeling that he got when stiles pulled away, like a wall of mountain ash was building up in front of him. It was weird, wrong. Something wrong. And he couldn't follow stiles. But he could listen; Derek bowed his head to the door again. The sound of a door closing, close by, then shuffling, and quickly a loud screech and sputtering as the water started on in the shower. 'He's going to shower, good idea. I'm burning alive right know... Derek pushed off his door and turned away, staring for his dresser and snatching out some black boxers and then stomped toward his connected bathroom. A large mirror to his left across from a large stand in shower that was half covered by the opened door. At the end of the bathroom was a large luxurious tub and a toilet next to the sink at his left.

The toilet opened up into a different small doored off cubby-like space for privacy. Only ever annoyed Derek but it is what it is. The werewolf tossed down his boxers in the counter and swung open the shower door, immediately turning on the water and keeping it cool rather then turning up the heat. Stripping off his shirt, pulling his belt lose, and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to easily slid them down with the join of his boxers. Derek snatched up his clothes and tossed them into the hamper just outside his bathroom door. Pulling himself instantly into the cool rain of water in the shower and slowly swinging the glass door closed as he raised his face into the pour of water, eyes closed and lips parted, water hitting his white teeth.

    In a moment Derek's skin and hair prickles on his back, raising to send a shudder through him from the cold of the water. The refreshing coolness was perfect, Derek dropped his head forward and leaned his weight onto his arm that he raised to press against the wall. His forearm holding him up as he drench's his body in the shivering water, thinking over earlier moments. It's about 12 in the morning know, and the only thing Derek's mind can settle on his Stiles's lips. His mind roams the idea. The kiss, his words -distraction, using him- Derek thought over the idea. Stiles's gasps in his ear, his hands trailing up Derek's neck, and waves of arousal that were so intoxicating filling the room. The mix of their scents as Derek chewed the humans lip gently and moved down to his neck. The marks he'd left and his roaming hands as he felt stiles.

    Derek's mind wandered, enjoying the thought of the humans hands inching down his back and sucking down on the dip of Derek's neck. Nibbling his way as his hands slid over Derek's shoulders and press to his chest. Stiles's fingers dancing delicately as he trails back up with his neck exposed to Derek. Stiles digging his nails into Derek's chest and dull-ly dragging them down as he flips them and straddle Derek's lap.  'Shit- do i need to talk to stiles about this. I have too. This isn't like before where I can live without talking about his issues...