Supernatural Law (Derek Hale)

Night School

Madeleine drove faster home than she ever had before, breaking at least three traffic laws, even though her apartment was only a few minutes away. She parked the car and jumped out, opening the door to the backseat. Derek was still slumped over, either unconscious or dead, and it took all of Madeleine's strength to hoist him up and essentially drag him inside. She locked the door and laid him gently on the couch, resting a pillow under his head. She placed two fingers against his neck. She had never been taught properly how to feel for a pulse, but she thought she could feel the slight pumping of Derek's heart. She wasn't completely sure, but she'd cling onto any semblance of hope she could find. 

Madeleine carefully peeled away his jacket and shirt, exposing a hideously deep wound in his abdomen. Madeleine got a warm washcloth and wiped away what blood she could without disturbing the wound. She debated cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide, but she wasn't sure how that would interfere with his werewolf healing powers, if he truly was still alive. She desperately hoped the healing process was already underway even though it didn't look like anything was happening. Madeleine went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and some aspirin, when suddenly she heard a groan. She ran to the couch, where Derek's eyes had fluttered open and he was trying (and failing) to sit up. 

"Oh my God," Madeleine cried, wanting to reach out and hug him but worried about disturbing his injury. 

"How bad?" Derek muttered as Madeleine eased him back down. Sitting up would definitely irritate the gigantic hole in his chest. 

"Derek, I thought you were dead!" Madeleine felt so pathetic as she held back a tear. "His claws went through your chest! Through your chest, Derek!" 

Derek reached his own hand out to meet Madeleine's which was resting on the couch beside him. "Hey, it's okay," he said. "I'm alive."

"Barely!" She gingerly touched the skin below his wound. "Honestly, the 'oh my god' would've been for your insane physique if you didn't have a literal hole in your chest."

Derek chuckled. "Not surprised. You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat for the past two weeks."

"Hey!" Madeleine wanted to slap him but figured that would be poorly timed, all things considered. "Not true, you've been ignoring me for the past week."

Derek's eyes softened. "Look, Madeleine..." He trailed off and groaned in pain, clutching his chest and gritting his teeth. 

"Oh my God, Derek, are you dying?" Madeleine cried. "Please don't be dying, Derek, oh my God!"

His grunts of pain slowly subsided and Derek sighed as he laid his head back on the pillow. "I'm fine," he managed. "Just the healing process."

"I'll go get you a bandage." Madeleine rushed upstairs to her bathroom and grabbed a large bandage, some tape, cotton balls, and Neosporin. She highly doubted it would do anything, but at the very least it would help prevent a tiny bit from infection. She went back downstairs to the couch and began to work silently on Derek's chest. She used the cotton balls to dab Neosporin around the wound, gritting her teeth every time Derek hissed in pain. She placed the bandage on his chest and cut the tape, securing it on his skin. 

Derek grunted and sat up. "Are you sure you want to do that?" Madeleine asked.

"I have to find Scott and Stiles. They think I'm dead."

Madeleine thought back to the alpha. "Well, maybe that's a good thing. Do you know how many characters in literature have used their fake deaths to their advantage? Ever heard of Les Mis?"

"They need to know," Derek replied. 

"Do you have any idea how bad you look?" Madeleine glanced at his chest. "You're basically one giant open wound. I'm still not completely sure you aren't dead."

Derek gave her a small smile. "Look, Madeleine...you shouldn't be here. Taking care of me."

Madeleine sputtered. "Derek, you're in my home! You're not dead right now, thanks to me!"

"Madeleine, you don't know me. Not really."

"Yes, I do!" She exclaimed. "Are you forgetting that I was there that night Scott was bitten? I was there when you were shot and almost died! Derek, I do know you."

"No, you don't!" He growled, sitting up straight. Madeleine jumped back, somewhat fearfully, and Derek sighed and hung his head. "You don't truly know me. Everyone around me gets hurt."

Madeleine walked back to the couch and sat beside Derek. She looked up at him with an expression of sorrow, yet understanding. "I've been hurt before."

"Not like this." Derek looked up at her sadly. Madeleine could see much more hurt in his eyes than she'd expected; he came across as such a tough person with a hard exterior. She scolded herself, thinking that it was pretty shallow of her to assume he hadn't experienced hardships of his own. His whole family was burned in a fire, for Christ's sake. She felt so self-absorbed for not paying attention earlier.

"Maybe not," she said, scooting closer to him. "But you can't block out the world forever, Derek." She gently touched his face. "Don't force yourself to be unhappy because of paranoia. You deserve more."

Derek's face was now inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath fanning down on her face; his pale green eyes were flicking between her own eyes and her mouth. Her entire body was suddenly tingling in anticipation, the air stale with tension that had been mounting for weeks. Madeleine had seen a lot of romance movies, and she always thought it was ridiculous how the main characters would just hover over each other's face, taking years to finally kiss. She understood now. There was something so exquisitely painful about the waiting. 

She met his eyes once more and quickly returned them to gaze at his lips. He was moving closer, his face nearing hers, when suddenly the space was gone and their lips touched. Madeleine's skin was suddenly on fire, her lips hungrily kissing Derek's, relieving the unbearable tension they had somehow suffered through. She was wary of his bandage, but climbed onto his lap and pushed him back down against the pillow. They kissed for minutes, probably hours, before Madeleine came up for breath. She returned to his mouth with hers open, and his tongue slipped inside and elicited from her a small moan. His hands tangled through her hair and she cupped the back of his neck with one hand, the other supporting her weight above him. The last thing she wanted was to fall onto his injury and destroy the mood (and possibly his body). 

Derek detached his lips from hers and began to kiss along her jawline, leaving Madeleine's skin tingling with desire. He kissed behind her ear and down to the base of her neck, where he began to gently suck, and Madeleine could hardly contain her groans anymore. He paused for a moment, lifting her shirt up and over her head, and kissed down between her breasts and above her bra. Madeleine wanted him to yank it off her body and suck on her nipples, but she was also dying to have his lips back on hers. She guided his head back to hers and replaced her mouth upon his, biting his lip and running her tongue along it. She began to move her hips against his, feeling the bulge in his pants growing, when she heard a small hiss of pain.

She quickly jumped away from him, moving her weight off of his and back onto the couch. "Oh God Derek, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." His face was flushed and his lips plump, hair disheveled and a bit tangled. He looked divine. 

"It's alright," he said, pulling her back towards him. "I'm fine."

"No, Derek," she said, resisting his pull. "You're literally bleeding." She pointed to the red blotches appearing on his bandage. 

Derek pulled her face to his. "I have been waiting so long to do this," he murmured. "You don't understand how difficult it's been, being so close to you but forcing myself to restrain. You're perfect, Madeleine. I won't let some small injury get in the way."

Madeleine blushed a deep red and tried to ignore the throbbing beneath her underwear. "I want this too, Derek, so badly. But you have a giant hole in your chest. I don't want to kill you before I can have sex with you." 

Derek laughed and laid back down. "I suppose you have a point," he said. "But this is far from over." 

Madeleine chuckled and sipped his water, trying to subside the beet red flush on her face. She was all too aware of Derek probably listening to her speeding heartbeat. "Try to get some sleep," she said, and left to go upstairs before she irrationally tried to jump his bones.