The Bite: Derek Hale x reader (One Shots)

Feelings

All I remember was a time where everything went from light to dark. Where everything in my body went from harmony and peace to pain that rattled my bones and plucked my nerves like guitar strings. But then, in a flash, it all came back.

I sat up with a jolt. All of my senses rushing back into my body. Touch felt the bed sheets under my fingertips, legs, feet and toes. Scent brought smells into my body. Ones that I've smelt before. Unlike the first two, hearing brought nothing. Nothing but silence and the light chirp of crickets outside, muffled by the concrete walls. Taste brought the dull tinges of old irony blood that coagulated in my mouth. And sight, sight brought me to the place where I was taken to stay safe. I look down at the bed I was lain in and the sheets were purple. Odd colour for anyone who I know, except for maybe Lydia, but we all know she'd choose something less depressing. I looked at the fogged up window, squinting to make out anything that could help me, but made out nothing. My tired eyes strained to see in the dim light of the moon that was left alone to illuminate the room.
I made out a figure on the couch, sleeping, I assumed. I pushed my tired throbbing legs over the huge bed and placed my warm feet on the cold floor that shocked my nerves from the temperature change.
I pushed myself off and stood on my feet. I slowly walked over to the couch. Particularly to make sure I don't fall over, but part of me was to make sure I didn't wake whoever was sleeping. As I neared, I noticed it was a man. I inched closer, watching as the moonlight cascaded from the window and landed on his face.
Derek.
I sat on the table, gripping it for support. I sat and watched as his breathing shifted his chest from high to low. I watched as his dreaming eyes moved around. I sighed lightly, only to myself to hear. But it was loud in the midst of the soft silence. My sigh shattered the dense air and went back to normal in seconds, complete silence. I shifted my hand, moving it toward his. His hand was facing palm up, easy for me to place my soft fingertips into it. His hand was smooth, unlike I had originally thought. His hands were big and manly but yet, soft. I ran my fingers along the creases of his palms, like sand dunes, that have divots in them from erosion. I smiled contently to myself, wondering in my head why he saved me. Why he gave me the reason to live again. Why he gave me all of him when yet, he couldn't for even his own uncle.
I stared at him as I kept moving my pointer finger inside his open palm. He still slept soundly, not disturbed by my touch.
Soon I got bored. I got up from the table and walked around the area to see what it was like. Simplicity was his key. Very open, not cluttered like my mess of a house. It was breathable, like you could relax here. Not claustrophobic and trapping like the objects in my house that seem to trap my breath. I brushed my fingers along his desk and felt all the little divots in the polished wood. I ran my fingers along the skewed out papers that look to have a lot of importance. I gripped the desk and sat down, wanting to mess with the papers, disheveling them even more then they already were. I read as the moonlight acted like a flashlight. I read the horrid words that had flashed memories back into my brain. Memories that could take me from stability to a half conscious drunk like unstable mess. I pushed the paper away forgetting how much noise it could make. I sat back and sat in the silence that I hadn't heard when I was filtering through the papers. At this point I didn't want silence. I wanted a distraction.
Money? For me? Who would pay for me? I'm not that worth it am I?
I hear stirring from across the room and I looked up. The chair legs squeaked at my fast movement. I looked over to see Derek in an upright sit.
"What are you doing?" He asked in a joking way, knowing exactly what I was doing. I hadn't spoken yet. A part of me forgot what I'd ever sounded like. A part of me didn't want to respond to him. A part of me didn't want to feel the vibration of my throat as my lungs filtered in enough air to have me spew out a lie.
"Uh. I just got bored. I woke up and got curious. I haven't read anything. I promise." My heart thumped into me as I spread lies.
He now sat on the edge of the couch, his feet on the hardwood flooring. He pushed himself up and his muscles in his arms shifted at the sudden movement. Derek slowly walked over, the floor creaking under his weight. He stood next to me, his arms proping him up on the desk that he was leaning on. He sighed which broke complete awkward tension between us.
"What do you know?" He asked as his tiredness made his voice crack and refrain.
I said nothing but looked down at the floor, hoping that if I just averted eye contact he'd forget about me and go back to sleep. But when he didn't move an inch I spoke softly.
"Why would people pay for me?" I ask him slightly concerned and slightly scared at what his response might be.
"Because you're different. Because you're strong. You're beautiful. People would pay good money for you to be their property." Derek replied which made my heart sink. Not in fear but in anger. My brain toyed with the thought of raising my voice and expressing my distaste for the problem that was occurring. My anger soon took over my rationality and my voice raised slightly as I spoke back to him.
"I'm not property. I'm a person." I said gripping the end of my shirt.
"I can see that." He agreed, slightly letting out a chuckle, which eased a couple of my nerves. "That's why we are keeping you here and out of sight." He said pointing around the room.
"Why am I just a pawn? Huh?" My anger fueled my question and reasoning.
"What do you mean?" He asked furrowing his expressive brows and wrinkling his perfect skin.
"I mean, why am I just a pawn. Someone wants me and you wanna keep me. I'm not some artifact, I'm not some stupid jewel and I sure as hell am not helpless." I slammed my hands on the table as I let out my anger. The steam and heat from my body was removed as I let out every breath of anger. Derek's face shifted from slight annoyance to anger. His face wrinkled in the way where when he got angry his brows would clench tighter and tighter on his forehead while his mouth seemed to want to shut and his jaw moved from clenching it.
"In this case you are." He whispered with a slight angered tone.
"I'm not helpless in any case." I defended as I stood my ground maintaining a harsh but not irrational voice.
"YES YOU ARE." He shouted as he slammed his hands onto the desk, making it rattle from his anger. I looked into his eyes as I studied him in the silence. His eyes weren't green with anger, they were green with fear, and almost with jealousy. "You are helpless in this case because there are people out there who are ten times smarter, faster, and stronger then you and you barley even have a clue what's going on. So I'd shut it before you do something to yourself, and I'm not there to help you." He said in a hard voice, almost putting me into a submissive trance from my own instincts of fear. I stayed silent and looked away to avoid being even more scared then I already was.
I glanced at his face and his brows relaxed sending his skin back into a smooth surface. He sighed and his chest rose and fell. His muscles relaxed and he looked at me.
"I'm just trying to protect you." He said his voice cracking from him trying to be as quiet as possible, almost like I was intended to not hear.
I did nothing but stand there and avoid eye contact with him for a while. Soon my brain put my body into action and before I could think my arms were wrapped around his waist and my head was leaning on his chest.
He stood there tense under my touch. He soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and one hand cradled my head.
"Thank you Derek." My voice slipped out.
"You're welcome." He softly returned as he grasped me tighter. My heart seemed to feel lighter. It raced faster and faster as my brain reacted to his touch. My skin tingled as his skin touched mine. His muscular arms around my back made my spine shiver. At the same time I was feeling so many sensations but I was completely relaxed. He sighed into my hair as he stroked it. He kissed the top of my head and that spot tingled after his lips left it to the cold. His lips were warm and soft, which I had expected.
"Derek." I quietly crack.
"Yes y/n?"
"Do you love me?" It slipped out of my lips.
He was silent for a minute, trying to grasp his thoughts and his words before he said anything, I assumed. His heart rate increased and the thumping grew more frequent in my ear as my head was still resting in his chest.
He finally sighed and gripped me tighter
"How could I not?" He responded.
My heart did a double flip as he confirmed his affection for me. I could say that I've always had feelings for him. The ones where whenever you see their eyes your world seems to be swallowed into them. That's the love I had for him. And looking into his lustful green eyes now that were illuminated by the moonlight, I knew he had those same feelings for me. I let go of him slightly and rose up onto my tip toes and placed a light kiss on his soft lips. It made a small smack sound as my lips let go of his and he opened his gorgeous green eyes to look at me with more love them ever.
"I don't think I'll ever get my heart rate to go down now." He said slightly smirking. I placed my forehead on his shoulder and faced into his neck. I slithered my arms under his and placed my hands onto his shoulder blades as I continued to keep my head in his neck. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and let his hands dangle as we embraced each other. He kissed my forehead, his warm lips making contact with the side of my head. I smiled at the feeling. We just sat there in the silence and held each other, and in that moment I knew we had the same exact feelings.