You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 24

Stiles' POV

I blink my eyes open, blinded by the light coming in from the curtains. Derek is wrapped around me like a vine, his head on my chest and his body half across my own. He's still asleep, his breaths long and drawn out and hair sticking up in all directions. I run my finger along his jaw, feeling the stubble tickle the tip of my finger and his eyes flutter open. Derek squints and rubs at his eyes before looking up at me, a lazy smile on his face.

"Good morning" his voice is thick with sleep, low and sexy and I return his smile with my own. "How are you feeling?" He asks, running his hand up and down my arm.

"Good, I think. I've not really moved yet. I do need to pee though." He chuckles and releases me from his grip and I swing my legs out in one fluid movement and stand. It was a mistake, because damn I am sore.

"Fuck!" Derek snaps and I feel his hands on my side, pulling gently at my skin.

"What? What?" I frown, trying to twist to see what he's looking at. "Derek what?"

"Look at the state of you!" He snarls, but his annoyance seems to be more at himself then me. I step away from him and look in the mirror at myself. There are two hand shaped, purple bruises on my hips, one on each of my hips and a dark hickey over my mark on my neck. Could be worse. He could have pierced my skin from his claws, but he didn't.
"Fuck Stiles. I'm so sorry!" I can feel his anger in myself and his sorrow too, but mostly I feel the guilt.

"Stop it!" I yell. Turning to face him and the limp I've got going on probably isn't helping the situation. "You're ruining it Derek! Last night was fucking amazing and you're ruining it!" Before he can say anything I rush into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. Jackass! He's a fucking werewolf, of course I'm going to have a couple bruises, it not like he's beaten me up!

"Stiles." His voice calls through the door as I pee and his hand tries the handle, it jiggles in protest. "I'm sorry." I ignore him and turn on the shower, stepping under the spray I ignore his persistent banging on the door. I let the water wash away the evidence of last night, my eyes slipping shut so that I can wash my face. I can feel Derek's annoyance through the mate bond, but I push it down and let myself relax. My body aches but in a good way, in a way that reminds me of what we did and how good it felt. BANG! I jump out of skin and turn to find Derek stood in the doorway, looking smug, his arms folded across his chest and gloriously naked.

"Are you crazy!" I tell, throwing my hands up at him. He shrugs.

"I don't like being ignored. Besides, I wanted to say that you're right and I'm sorry and fuck Stiles please can I touch you right now." His eyes flash red as they roam across my body and I can see his body getting excited.

"Woah, wait! I don't think I'm ready to go again. I'm still- sore..." Derek only smirks as he saunters up to me, stepping under the spray of the shower and he picks me up under my thighs and presses my up against the tiled wall.

"I'll be gentle" he purrs and I can feel him at my entrance, ready to go. His eyes are full of desire as he looks at me, like he can't get enough but he doesn't move, he waits, pressing his body right against mine and he waits.

"O-okay." I stutter, feeling nervous because last night we were both horny from my heat, what if it was a fluke and I'm bad and he's going to realise it.

"Fuck you're so beautiful." He groans, pressing a wet finger inside of me and I clench around it, not expecting to do soon. "Relax baby. All mine now." My eyes flutter shut and I let my head fall back against the wall as the sting coverts to pleasure and I'm already hard and ready for more. Using Derek's shoulders as handles, I pull myself up and push back against his finger and Derek slides a second one in as I do. I wince through the pain and stop moving to allow myself time to get used to the feeling but Derek continues sliding them in and out of me and very quickly there's another finger.