One Night

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The full moon is a powerful thing to the supernatural world. Like powerful as in the rotation of the moon provides a full access to the supernaturals powers. In other words werewolf fucking steroids, Scott's first full moon scared the shit out of me, i mean I saw a giant monster on Lydia's house for Christ sake. Besides the point, tonight is the full moon. Scott's off doing whatever the hell it is he does on his full moon, Boyd and Erica are still missing, me personally I think they left instead of coming back. Isaac has pretty good control so I don't worry about him, Jackson- Jackson I do worry about. He's here, and moving soon, in a couple of days. His parents want to take him to London for some reason.

And Derek, alpha sourwolf. He's on his own like always, full control, completely concealed from anyone and anything cause god forbid someone show they care about him. Whatever, he has to deal with the pack caring. So here I sit, in the first hours of the full moon, scrolling around on the web aimlessly as I sit criss cross applause in a nest of blankets and pillows. My usual, dad says it's weird, he called it a nest to begin with when I was little, and it stucked. I like the surrounding set up. It's protective, and warm, and comforting to have heaps of soft blanket surrounding you. I get why birds like to nest, I laugh to myself and spiral down the thought, looking up the reason birds nest.

My window clicks besides my bed and slides up and open, I quickly jump at the motion. Normally I'd lock my window on full moon nights, but tonight, shit I forgot. The white glow of my laptop illuminates my face and the wall behind me while I watch as a figure blocks the light of the moon, stars, and street lights which, before, lit my room. First one leg and then another, smoothly the black painted, leather jacket, over a ripped white shirt, Derek slides through my window with ease. He stands up straight and puffs out a breath of air as his red glowing eyeballs promptly shine. He turns, probably to close the window, and halts. Catching my eye and quite literally freezing in place.

Honestly, we just stare, though he seems more focused on examining me then staring like I am. It's almost creepy the way his eyes drop down over my sitting body, back straight with good posture as usual, something Im proud of. My hands still hovering of the keyboard and bright screen with a picture of little chicks in a brown nest on it. Along with my lose gray t-shirt that's been stretched so much the head hole hangs over my far shoulder. Derek's eyes roam down, down, down and then snap back up with a hard inhale of breath like he'd just been caught in the horrible act of admiration. I blink my eyes and move the laptop off my lap before kicking my legs out slightly because I'm gonna get up and confront why the living hell the werewolf is in my room.

Instead I'm pinned to the bed, my once perfectly placed pillows rolling around with some falling to the floor. I sigh in annoyance looking down toward the floor completely ignoring what I shouldn't be. Cough- cough- hint- hint- the brooding alpha werewolf hovering above me with his hands crossing over my wrists and planting me to my bed like he owns the place. Know I look at him, his eyes still red, k-nines starting to show. And he's not staring back at my eyes, beautiful might I add, they remind me of my mother, just like my nose does. No, Derek is staring at my lips, something I did all the time last year seeing as I'd always found myself backed up against any hard surface Derek could angrily slam me against.

God I'm up too late and my Adderall has worn off and know my minds everywhere but where it should be. Cough- cough- hint- hint- the brooding werewolf pinning me to my bed. I try moving my hands, tugging at them and earning a low growl from Derek, still solely focused on my mouth. I lick my lips under the prominent attention and let out a shaky breath.

"Derek?.." I practically whisper, hating the sound of the cautious voice that is most definitely not my own. His eyes flick up to mine, down again and back up to my eyes.

"Stiles." He says promptly, i nod once in clarification and struggle against his hold again. The rest of his body had already migrated against mine from the first moment he pinned me. And, with all honesty, I've been trying to forget our position. Seeing as he's leaned down over me with one knee propping him up between my legs with his crotch sturdily pressed to my own in all its thin sleep-ware fabric glory.

Derek leans back, or up rather, putting distance between us. His eyes falter, red dimming as his teeth revert slowly back to normal. I sigh with relief and close my eyes letting my body relax in the eminent release I expect. Nothing changes and I open my eyes with a pinched brow staring up at Derek. Who's eyes flash Ruby red as he stares down at me, his own eyebrows pinched together in confusion and something that seems worry full. I jerk one of my wrists against his hold and look up at him again.

"Derek." I say more sternly. "Let go." I demand with a pleading tone. His eyes seem to search over mine and over my face.

"I can't..." he whispers leaning down toward my neck. I strain it back, instinctively opening my neck as if I'm trying to get away, which I am, cause know I'm seriously scared for my life. "You smell..." I hear him inhale against my neck, his stubble itching at my collar bone as he nuzzles my neck.

I blink at the motion, swallowing hard as Derek continues to smell me, or something. I tug at my wrists again hopping maybe his grip would be looser. It's not, at all, one bit, I'm officially scared. And know I hear the slick sound of his lips parting, feeling his stubble rub against my quite sensitive skin and lips brush against my neck where he leans closer. Pressing his opened lips against the soft skin of my neck before- kissing it. He kissed my neck, and again. Derek starts to leave gentle closed mouthed kisses down my neck, reaching my collar bone and sending a sturdy shiver up my spine as he nibbles lightly before licking a long line up the bone that stands out. Another shiver as a shuddering breath escapes me once again.

"Derek!" I snap, trying to pull myself back. "God-damn werewolf! Let go- what are you doing?!" I struggle with my hands and hips know, shoulders shaking as I try to pull free or push him off.

I hadn't been really trying earlier- he is a werewolf for fucks sake. Stronger, faster, healier -what?- Derek presses down on my wrists and I grunt definitely in pain, but then there's... pleasure? as he meets my moving hips with rolling his own down on me and pressing us together more.

"Stiles." He growls and nips my shoulder, I shudder and almost deflate, my body feels instantly weak and I know he can smell the damn arousal on me cause I can fucking feel it.

"Derek!" I raise my voice more. Not much of a yell but definitely not the sarcastic, curious tone I'd normally have with the wolf. "Get off. What are you doing?" I demand. To this he leans back -up- and stares back at me, eyes still red as a cherry.

Derek only blinks before leaning down into the other side of my neck, he kisses my skin and rubs his stubble against me again. Licking from the base of my neck up, up, up to my jaw and pressing his nose and lips to my neck just under it. He moves his head back up, lips by my ear as he mumbles.

"Claiming. I want my scent all over you." His voice is more of a growl. And really at this point, I'm sure he's lost his mind and has no idea what he's doing. At this point I should be fighting for my life, at this point, I'm probably screwed.

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