Hunger

Chapter Twenty-Nine

A/N: Updating again this week because YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND GOT THIS BOOK TO 1000 VOTES!!!! Thank you so much!

THIS IS A GOOD CHAPTER WHERE NOTHING BAD HAPPENS WHOA!!! I didn't know I was capable of writing a chapter like this, where nothing goes wrong! I hope you enjoy! (Because the next chapter won't be all happy and stuff, because I'm mean, I know.)

Also, I'm thinking about writing a spin-off story about little Scott when he's older. Would anyone actually be interested in reading that?

Stiles

Derek was a peaceful sleeper, usually. He didn't snore, didn't talk in his sleep. I would know, considering I'd been sleeping in the same bed as him for nearly a month. But today was different. I thought he'd be okay, since I was back to my normal self and everyone else was okay, apart from Scott and Malia. But Derek didn't sound okay. I continued laying there, head pressed to his chest. His heartbeat was slightly faster than it had been earlier. I carefully pushed myself off of him, but stayed pressed to his side. He was mumbling something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I softly touched his lips, running my thumb across them before gingerly pressing a kiss to his lips. He turned over on his side, arm landing across my side.

"Stiles," he murmured, shaking his head. "No, don't hurt him." I frowned, scooting closer to run a hand through his hair. He was sweating, and the look on his face worried me a little.

"Derek," I said, lightly tapping his shoulder. He barely moved. "Derek, wake up," I said louder, pressing the palm of my hand to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, full of confusion. "Hey, it's okay," I whispered, smiling slightly. I quickly kissed his lips, pulling him into a hug. "You okay?"

Derek nodded softly, kissing my head. "Just a bad dream." He sighed, pushing himself up and to the edge of the bed. He checked his phone and then groaned. "It's the middle of the night and I don't think I can go back to sleep."

I smirked, crawling across the bed to press myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his neck. "We don't have to," I whispered, kissing the spot behind his ear. I slowly made my way down his neck, leaving hot and wet kisses all the way to his collar bone. "What do you say?"

"You're very convincing," Derek mumbled, turning around to face me. He smiled and scooted back against the wall, pulling me in his lap by hooking his arm around my waist. He pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement, and then he was leaving delicate, lingering kisses all down my chest, his hands splayed across my back. I tenderly grabbed his face, smiling as he looked at me, smiling bigger when he smiled back.

"I love your smile, you should do it more often," I whispered. "Then maybe I could kiss it more often too." I dipped my head down to press our lips together, moving in sync with his, gently biting down on his bottom lip. Derek moaned quietly, hand roaming across my bare skin. I tried to press myself even closer, if that was possible. I wanted to be as close to him as I could. I tangled my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss by slipping my tongue past his lips. Kissing him was almost indescribable. It was all too perfect. The way he smelled of cologne and maybe leather, from that jacket he wore all the time. But he definitely smelled like heaven, and his lips tasted sweet, soft and warm. I carefully brought my hands to Derek's face, stroking his cheeks with my thumb, loving the feel of his hands on my body. His lips pressed even harder against mine, his hips thrusting up slightly. I involuntarily let out a moan, pulling at Derek's hair. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, his hips thrusting up once again, except this time I dipped mine down to meet his, forcing a soft moan from both of us.