Oneshots - Sterek

The Delivery Guy

Derek liked living with his sister Laura. They shared the old Hale house which Derek has been renovating for almost a year now. With the insurance money he got from losing almost everyone in his family in a terrible fire thirteen years ago, he never had to work a day in his life ever again. Of course, the thought of living in their old burnt down house and not doing anything with his life was definitely not how Derek wanted to spend the rest of his time on planet Earth, so he started renovating it with plans on starting up a Bed & Breakfast.

In the meantime, Laura lived with him so she could save her share of the insurance to one day move to New York and start her dream of becoming a journalist. She was currently on her last year of education too, so it wouldn't be long until Derek was alone in Beacon Hills again. Everything was going incredibly well until Laura started ordering all kinds of furniture and decorations she wanted to bring to New York. "It's way cheaper to buy all that stuff here, Der! Everything's so expensive in NY."

And that was fine, until one day it wasn't. Laura was so busy with finals that she was almost never home, meaning Derek was being interrupted at least once a day with carrying in her deliveries.

Derek was currently standing on a small ladder, bucket of glue in one hand and a roll of dark blue wallpaper in the other. He grabbed the paintbrush, dipped it in glue and slammed the thick substance onto the white walls. Just as he was going to place the length of wallpaper on the wall, his doorbell ringed. Derek furiously stepped down the ladder, throwing his things on the floor and stomping over to the door. What could Laura possibly have ordered now? She's already filled a whole guestroom with unassembled furniture, demanding Derek to assemble them before she has to leave for New York.

He opened the door with such force and the possibly the largest scowl known to mankind on his face, wanting the delivery guy to know he absolutely hated him for doing his job.

"Uh, hey. I have a package for Laura Hale." Derek looked the man up and down with furrowed eyebrows, he was dressed in dark red pants and matching shirt, a few buttons where left open to reveal smooth porcelain skin dotted with dark moles across his chest. The guy looked up from where he had signed the paper and frowned when he locked eyes with Derek. "You don't look like a Laura Hale."

Derek fought the urge to smile. "Where do I sign?" the younger man smiled and handed over the pen and paper to him, their fingers lightly touching at the exchange. Derek did not blush. He was a 27 year old werewolf for Pete's sake. Okay maybe he did blush, but it's only because he didn't know FedEx hired models to drive around and deliver packages.

"Uhm, thanks, I guess." The model said, scratching the back of his neck. Derek looked at him, horrified, did he say the last part out loud? He signed his name and gave it back to the man in front of him, scowling again as he had definitely embarrassed himself. Derek grabbed the heavy package with ease and slammed the door in the adorable man's face, cursing at himself. Stomping over to the room he was renovating, more pissed off now than he was before, he missed the way the man's scent spiked with arousal after he'd carry in the packaged kitchen table like it weighed nothing.

It's been a week since his unfortunate meeting with the gorgeous man working for FedEx. Derek's been busying himself with one of the guestrooms, laying out new floorboards and occasionally working on assembling some of Laura's furniture. He was currently trying to figure out where the last screw was supposed to go on one of the nightstands when Laura leaned against the door.

"Hey Der, I'm going to be out with Erica all day at the library. Need to sharpen my vocabulary for one of my essays."

Derek huffed at the nightstand and stood up, placing the screw in the pocket of his dirty pants. "Fun."