Reason-Sequel to Caution. Purpose. Faith-A Derek Hale Story (Teen Wolf fanfic)
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<i>"No I don't, why don't you show me?" He challenged staring her down, Meg would have gazed back"
if his lips weren't so distracting. Derek always liked being dominant, she supposed it was part of his charm-and competitive nature-sometimes she was submissive but other times, like now, she wanted to rebel.
"Why do I have to do anything? You are the one the scheming one, you show me your reasoning."
Her words surprised him slightly, she grinned in triumph and his eyes narrowed dangerously, his soft touch seized.
"I'll show you reasoning." He growled before swiftly clasping her ankle and tugging her body to his, Meg didn't even get a chance to react when her body went sliding forward from the derriere. He secured her legs on either side of him while he held her in place with one hand on her thigh while the other was buried in the dark curls at the back of her head. His electric touch made her shudder and it only heightened when his pressed his mouth against hers in a heated kiss.</i>
Could the situation BE any worse?
Chandler Bing's voice seemed to chant in her mind as she started into space.
Megra Day thought her biggest problems were over with Jackson back to being a normal teenager--well semi normal, actually he is a werewolf now--The hunters not so much hunting she thought she could go back to being a normal teenager but everything was far from ordinary. With her two bestfriend/pack members missing and Derek's deranged uncle back from the dead, things were on the knife edge of chaotic and to make matters worse her grandma's sudden death brought about the materilistic/irksome/psychotic aunt she had thought she escaped from.
Oh thats not so bad you say?
Well honey, dont get me started on her relationship problems.
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