ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ∇

⭕Loralie⭕

I press my hand against the cut on my stomach groaning in pain. Derek turns, ignoring the large cut on his back and scrambles over to me. I close my eyes and try to ignore the throbbing pain. "Lora," he says, worry lacing his voice as he cups my cheek and I open my eyes, looking into his concerned gaze.

"I'm alright, Derek. This can be healed." He sighs and pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, and I return the embrace. The door to Derek's loft opens and Chris and Noah raise their guns only to relax when they see it's Scott. "What happened?"

"They disappeared. They literally just vanished," Allison says as Scott descends the steps with Kira following. "And so did Stiles," Noah says and we all look at each other.

Noah, Chris, Scott, and Kira all leave after assuring them that I'll be fine. I press my hands against my still bleeding stomach. "Can you stand?"

"Maybe," I say, wincing at the throbbing pain in my abdomen. Derek sighs before slipping one arm under my legs and the other under my back. He lifts me into his arms, standing up, and I wrap one arm around his neck, the other clutches my stomach.

Derek sets me down on the couch and looks down at me. "What can I do?"

"Do you have any water?" I ask and he nods, getting back up and disappearing from my view. A few minutes later he returns with a bottle of water in his hand. He kneels down next to the couch and pushes my shirt up to reveal the wound. His rough skin brushes against the bare skin of my stomach and a small shiver goes through me.

"Sorry," he says softly thinking he'd hurt me and I shake my head. "It didn't hurt." He glances at me before taking the cap off the water and slowly pouring some of it onto my wound. I gasp at the white hot pain that fills my torso wound. I grab onto Derek's free hand and grip it tightly.

He gives me an apologetic look before pouring more water onto my wound and I take deep breathes, letting the liquid trigger my healing even if it hurts like hell. Little by little my skin starts to stitch itself back together. And after a few more minutes the wound is completely healed. Derek sets the bottle down and turns back to me as I smile up at him. "Feel better?"

He asks and I laugh rubbing my forehead. "Much. Thank you." He smiles down at me and it almost feels like I never left Beacon Hills. Yeah, Derek's changed a lot. But he can still be sweet when he wants to be. Which is the Derek I remember.

I feel his thumb stroking the back of my hand and I forgot I was still holding onto him. "I'm glad I came back," I whisper to him and he grins down at me. "So am I," he says and I didn't realize just how close his face was to mine until right now.

Nor did I notice how bright his hazel eyes were until they were inches away. Derek with little reluctance closes the gap, capturing my lips with his in the most gentle kiss I've ever received. I smile into the kiss, feeling my heart beat faster at the feel of his lips on mine, and Derek returns it.

He pulls away and gazes into my eyes with fondness. "Who knew a gruff wolf could be so gentle," I say teasingly. "A wolf wouldn't. You forget that I'm half man," he laughs and I look up at him, excitement filling me after that kiss. It's been so long since I've had this kind of interaction. One with love and with someone I really care about.

I've been alone in that department for so long, almost a year and a half. Derek smiles, a bit of his usual smugness returning, as he knows the affect he has on me. I knew I couldn't let him get too cocky so I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a smile. "Then show me how much of a wolf you really are," I say and his response is a low growl, his eyes shining their beautiful cool blue.