Holding On to You

Chapter 6

"I already said I was sorry." Scott surrendered his hands, "You can't hold a grudge forever."

"Have you met me?" Stiles retorted, a playful smirk on his face.

"You had to know and I bet Derek wouldn't have even told you if it wasn't for me." Scott said confidently.

Stiles' eyes sunk, wondering what he would have done if Derek decided to give up without even asking him, "Yeah, I guess." he agreed, taking a seat across from his friend in the cafeteria.

"What happened anyway?" Scott asked, occasionally glancing over to Allison.

         Stiles considered telling him- really mauled over his best friends reaction if he confessed to agreeing to sleep with Derek. All aspects taken into account, Stiles decided it was really none of Scott's business.

He cleared his throat, "Nothing happened, Deaton knew what to do and it's all under control."

Scott nodded happily, "That's good."

         Stiles smiled assuringly, only wishing it could have been that simple. Truth was that two days now turned to one. Tomorrow, he would have primal sex with Derek and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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          Derek sat on the floor of his scorched house, muscular body curled into a ball as he held his head. The wolf could see Stiles everywhere- could feel him. It took every ounce of control Derek had preserved over the years to resist walking over to Stiles' right now. The truth was that, even before the eclipse, the wolf was supposed to have contact with their anchor. It wasn't as demanding of a need as during the eclipse but the urges grew as control lessened.

          Derek decided, and requested of Deaton, not to tell Stiles about the needs prior to the eclipse. During the event itself was enough to ask- too much really. Stiles didn't deserve this, Derek only wishing that he could have resisted. But Deaton was right, Derek felt it now, it was impossible. He only had to wait until tomorrow and then it was time- then he could satisfy the throbbing desire circling his veins; he could have Stiles at last.

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          Stiles arrived home from school, nerves insisting that Derek would come sooner than promised. He just had this feeling, maybe it too was inspired by the eclipse, that he should be with Derek right now- that they should be together in every sense of the word. Why he hadn't gotten this feeling earlier, Stiles didn't know, choosing to believe that it was just his anxiety acting up. After all, in less than twenty-four hours, he was going to lose his virginity to a werewolf underneath the light of the lunar eclipse.

          Stiles set his backpack down, eyes squinting when catching sight of a black plastic bag resting on his desk chair. Stiles hadn't purchased anything recently and doubted his father would without notice. Finding himself undeniably curious, the boy walked over and picked up the bag. Before opening it, he examined the wrappings, wanting to see if he could guess what lied within. It felt like a container- a sort of bottle that one would squeeze in order to excrete the contents. Stiles took out the item, mouth dropping open at what he held in his hand.

          When it came down to it, this wasn't entirely insensible, but Stiles certainly did not expect such a thing. It was indeed a bottle, but a bottle of lubricant. Stiles' nerves were, once again, set on edge. Now, he knew for sure, it was from Derek. He clutched tightly onto the plastic container, feeling a paper crunch within his palm. Turning the bottle around, Stiles saw a small sheet of paper taped to the back.

He unfolded it, reading the note written inside, "I'd never hurt you." it said.

          Stiles swallowed, each side of his brain fighting over how to react. Part of him wanted to be creeped out- to be weary of Derek beyond paranoia, however, the other side was slightly gushing at the thought of it all. First, this particular werewolf was willing to die to preserve his choices and now he was doing everything in his power to make sure Stiles felt comfortable. If this situation wasn't completely insane, Stiles would have thought it was sweet.

          Ridiculously tired of his own body choosing opposing views, Stiles threw the lubricant and note back into the bag. He slumped down into his desk chair, hands covering his face as an unthought of inclination creeped into his mind. Stiles had gone over tomorrow in every scenario he could think of, but it never occurred to him what would actually happen. As it all sunk in, Stiles inhaled deeply, nerves rattling within him. It's okay, he assured himself, Derek meant what he wrote. Until tomorrow, Stiles had to hold onto the idea that Derek wasn't going to harm him.

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I know I said everyday. Apologies.

To make up for it, I'm uploading another chapter directly after this one. Forgiven?

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