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Beacon Hills !
Saturday, December 10th, 2011 !
Stiles's POV !
We were supposed to decorate the house with my dad, but his phone rang, and he had to go to the police station to cover the weekend shift because three of his guys got sick. So, I'm alone in the middle of the living room, with a tree we bought very early this morning, and tons of boxes of decorations we pulled out of the garage. So the job falls to me to decorate this damn house. Okay, I'm complaining, but actually, Christmas is my favorite holiday, and I have no problem having to decorate everything myself, but usually we do it with my dad. I could pester Derek and ask him to come help me, but it's been a week since he left with Scott, Chris, and Isaac, helping a pack further north that's having trouble with their current Alpha, who, according to rumors, is in league with some hunters. I haven't heard much, but Lydia hasn't cried bloody murder all week, so that means everyone's okay.
But I miss my Alpha. It's been a week since we've cuddled, and I miss it. I miss the taste of his mouth. I miss everything about him. And I know that Scott and Isaac's respective sweethearts, Malia and Allison, are just like me. They're waiting for their return as eagerly as I am. Derek better come back with no scratches, or I'll be the one to kill him.
Okay, I stop thinking about my boyfriend — at least for a little while — and begin to open the box containing the tree decorations. I start with the ornaments. Christmas was my mother's favorite holiday, and I have a few memories of the two of us decorating the house while baking cookies. It took me a while to decide to continue this tradition after she passed away, and it also took me a while to get my father out of his alcoholism, but for the past two years, things have been going well, and I still feel my mother's presence at this time of year. I miss her, but I'm not alone anymore, and neither is my father, for that matter. I have my Alpha Grumpy, and my father is dating Natalie Martin, my best friend's mother. I'm happy for him ; he has to move on, and Mrs. Martin is a good person, beyond the fact that she's the new science teacher at school.
Knock, knock, knock !
I put down the blue ball I was about to hang on the tree and go to open it. My heart races as I approach the door ; it can only mean one thing. Only one person can make me feel this way, even when we're not together. I fling the door open, and there he is. Gorgeous all in black, except for his jeans, and his leather jacket, which makes him look even sexier than he already is.
"Derek !"
My voice is barely a whisper. Derek stares at me with an animalistic look, his hunger for me matching the hunger I feel for him daily, and increased tenfold since he left. He takes a step forward, closes the door behind him, and pushes me against it. Oh fuck, I'm so turned on and... shit, I didn't know he was coming home today, so I'm not ready to... My brain shuts down when Derek kisses me. Oh yes, this is good ! His tongue fills my mouth, and his hands cup my ass. I know what he wants.
"Derek, um, love..." I pull away from the kiss, panting. "I'm not ready to... stop looking at me like that."
"Are you alone ?" he asks, his gaze intense. "I haven't seen your dad's car."
"He's on shift all weekend."
"Great !"
Click ! That arrogant, sexy grumpy guy locked the door, and the next second, I found myself hanging upside down over his shoulder.
"Derek, what are you doing ?"
"I need a shower."
"And you need me for that ?"
He puts me down inside the bathroom and begins undressing while the water runs.
"What are you waiting for to get naked ?"
Not much, really. I'm just waiting for him to finish his strip show. I bite my lip at his nakedness, and my body reacts like a magnet to his. Derek steps into the shower and it's all too much. I undress and join him. He immediately pushes me against his body and takes my mouth hostage.
"I want you." he growls into my neck, nibbling at it while still squeezing my ass.
"I told you, I didn't take an enema."
I'm pretty sure my eyes are rolling back in their sockets.
"I know, but you're going to take one as soon as I get out of the shower."
He nibbles my skin without piercing it, then gives me another extremely wild kiss before grabbing the shower gel. I take it from his hands despite my wobbly legs, pour some liquid into the palm of my hand, and wash Derek. I purposely avoid his cock, saving it for last. With one arm tucked behind his neck, I use my other hand to wash him, jerking him off at the same time, but slowly. I know he'll make me pay for it later, but I love it when Derek does it. He comes in my hand, his cum mixing with the soap and the water that continues to rinse us. He quickly regains control and kisses me, pressing me against the cold shower wall.
"I'll wait for you in the kitchen." he says.
"Okay !"
After a final kiss, he steps out and leaves me under the now lukewarm running water. I wash myself, everywhere, without forgetting the main thing, otherwise Derek and I won't be able to make up for the week we spent apart. I step out after finishing my cold shower, and quickly get dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. The heating is turned up almost to its maximum, and the house is warm enough to avoid having to wear a big sweater. I put on socks, however, before going downstairs and joining Derek in the kitchen, who is eating a huge sandwich.
"Please, make yourself at home." I say teasingly.
I go over and kiss the back of his neck and go back to what I was doing before he arrived : finishing decorating the tree. I've finished putting up the ornaments and am grabbing some gold garland when Derek curls up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"Want a hand ?" he offers.
"If you're capable of following orders." I turn to him and twist the garland in my hand around his neck. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home today ?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
He grabs my ass.
"If you'd warned me beforehand, I would have made sure I was ready to dirty things with you when you arrived." I say, not forgetting to lick my lip.
Which catches his eye.
"But too bad for you, you'll have to wait until I've finished decorating the house."
"I really want to spank you." he says.
"Later !"
I silence him with a kiss, then retrieve my garland and resume my task. It takes us a good hour to get everything done properly. Derek follows my instructions to the letter. I examine every detail before I'm completely satisfied with the result. It's perfect ; my mother would be proud of me. Derek grabs me by the waist and pushes me against his chest in the living room doorway. He tries to kiss me, and I don't stop him.
"Can we go to your bedroom now ?"
I roll my eyes at his eagerness to make love to me.
"Yes, after all, we have plenty of time for long foreplay."
Without a moment's hesitation, he swings me over his shoulder again and carries me to my room. He takes off our shirts and pushes me onto the bed before joining me. He trails his tongue from my navel to the hollow of my throat.
"It would be more fun with ice cream or whipped cream." Derek says. "But we'll leave that for later."
"Yeah, for dessert." I agree, wrapping my legs around his hips.
I switch places so I'm on top. Derek could have easily stopped me to maintain control, but he lets me.
"Do you have something on your mind, little human ?" he asks.
"Torturing you, Grumpy !"
He grunts. He hates that nickname, and I love teasing him by using it at least ten times a day. I kiss him. It's high time we made up for the days we spent apart. I kiss his skin, moving down his body, and remove his pants. Obviously, Derek isn't wearing any underwear. Okay, we're at my house, but I left him a drawer in my dresser, he leaves some things at my place, and I leave some at his. And Derek never wears underwear since we've been together, so I'm half surprised — or not at all surprised — to see his cock pop out of his pants when I pull them down. I spread his legs for better access. No, I'm not going to make love to Derek, I'm more of a passive type, but I'm going to tease my man and I need to have everything within reach of my hand, mouth, and tongue. A tongue that I slide along his massive cock.
Derek and I have been making love for several weeks, but I started giving him oral sex very early in our relationship, and he didn't try to dissuade me the first time I slipped my hand down his pants, or for what happened afterward. By the time I was ready to go all the way, I had done everything right, and it was a magical and delicious moment. Derek was patient, gentle, and a little wild for my very first time. These days, when we want to fuck each other, we don't pretend. Sometimes it's gentle and passionate, other times it's rough and wild.
His massive cock in my mouth draws moans of bliss from me. I've missed the taste of him. Holding the base of it in my left hand, I suck it into my mouth and suck on it languidly. I lick his head several times before resuming my little treat, and I do what he loves most, what makes him come in seconds when I do it : take him deep into my throat and hold it there.
"Fuck, Stiles !"
His hand tightens in my hair, and I move up slightly so as not to choke on the jets of his cum that flow down my throat at just the right moment. I revel in his flavor, not wasting a single drop. I move back up his body and wait. I wait, watching his sublime face, his relaxation after the orgasm I just gave him. We've never been apart like we have been this week, so I imagine that what he feels, I'll feel too when he makes love to me.
"Back with me yet, Grumpy ?"
"I'll bite you if you keep calling me that !" he warns, staring into mine.
"Not even scared !"
I cup his cheek and kiss him. I straddle him, and Derek's hands slip into the pants I'm still wearing. He feels my ass, kissing me back. He switches places, and this time I'm on my back. It's his turn to take the lead, and I'm not going to stop him. He takes off my pants, and now we're both naked. My cock is stiff and aching. I want him, to take away the week we've spent apart.
"Did you jerk off while I was gone ?" he asks, growling.
I wait until he's taken the lube from my nightstand drawer before answering.
"No !"
He forbade me.
"Good, I won't have to spank you for disobeying me."
"I'll admit I was tempted." He grunts, and I smile. "Stop, you're turning me on."
I pull him in for a kiss, and our cocks touch. Derek grinds himself against me, then places my hands above my head. No need to say more. When he does that, he doesn't want me to touch him until he's inside me, so I remain stoic and let him do whatever he wants. Derek slides his mouth, and especially his divine tongue, over me. He sucks my nipples one after the other, moves down my body, and kisses the inside of my thighs. With half-closed eyes and panting, I watch him pour lube onto his middle finger. I spread my legs a little wider without him having to ask, then he plunges his finger inside me. I don't even flinch at the coldness of the gel anymore ; I'm used to it now. My body tenses towards Derek, my hips undulating against his finger, begging for more. He responds to my request and inserts another finger, then a third, and then returns to my mouth for a lingering kiss.
His fingers move inside me. Mine tense at the touch, but I don't move them. If I don't obey him, he'll make me wait longer, and I'll come before he's inside me.
"Derek..."
His tongue slides into my mouth.
"You want me, don't you ?" he says. "Say it !"
"Fuck me, please !"
The grunt that escapes his throat is like a melody to my ears. He likes me to beg him, and I never hold back. He withdraws his fingers, not making me wait any longer. He enters me with a long thrust that stretches me and leaves a tiny burning sensation, which quickly disappears. This time, I can touch him. I slide my hands under his shoulders, lift my legs, and cross them behind his back. He begins to move inside me, and his thrusts become more and more violent as time passes. His mouth only leaves me so we can breathe.
"Cum for me !"
He thrusts his hips, touching my prostate, and the few nails I have dig into Derek's skin as I cry out in pleasure. The orgasm is so overwhelming that my body trembles. It doesn't take long for Derek to come too.
It feels good. I feel more than good. A week away from Derek, I never want to go through that again and I make it clear to him. He kisses me. We stay cuddled up together before going to take a long hot shower.
"And the pack you helped, how did it go ?" I ask, soaping his chest.
"Free, and with a competent and fair Alpha at its head." He replies, turning to offer me his back.
So I soap him.
"And the other scumbag Alpha ?"
"Dead !" Derek replies. "It took us all this time to find the best member of the pack to lead it, and he's a good guy."
He turns back to me after I've soaped his beautiful, round, muscular butt.
"And the hunters ?"
"Chris took care of that." he says, soaping me back. "He tried to arrest them without killing them so he could hand them over to his FBI contacts, but they fought back, and he had to kill them."
"Good, that'll be less scumbags on Earth."
Derek spins me toward the wall, and I don't need him to tell me to place my hands on them. He penetrates me, his thrusts just as violent as before. Not that I mind. I like it when he's wild when we make love. We come almost as one. The water gets cold as we stay still after our orgasm, but who cares.
We spend the evening on the couch watching a movie, eating Chinese food we ordered. I didn't want to cook so I could spend more time with him.
"Um, what are you doing on the 24th ?" I ask.
"You know I don't have any family to celebrate New Year's Eve with." he says.
"Well, yes, you have me." I put the pot of steamed ravioli on the coffee table and turn to him. "I don't know if my dad will be available, since people are crazy this time of year, but we can spend it together. You're part of my family too, you know. And besides, I don't want you to be alone on December 24th."
"I don't want to impose."
He's so stubborn ! I climb onto his legs, forcing him to move his right hand away, which is holding a pot of chicken stir-fry.
"You're not imposing yourself, I'm inviting you, me, your mate. So you say thank you and you say yes !"
"Okay, I'll gladly accept." He takes my chin between two fingers and kisses me. "Thank you !"
"You're welcome ! We'll have dinner here, and finish at your place." I tell him. "Unless my father has to be on shift, we'll just have to prepare dinner here, take some to my father, and we'll spend the rest of the evening at your place."
"And we'll make love ?" he asks me.
"I'm counting on it."
I take my seat and my plate after one last kiss. I'm having the best night's sleep in almost a week, and I'm not even talking about waking up.
Wednesday, December 14th, 2011 !
It's great to have Derek back, but it's less fun for the pack. Derek has been training them every day since the arrival of the first member, Scott, and even in winter with the ground covered in snow, they struggle. The girls and I are bundled up in a big down jacket with gloves, a scarf, and a hat, and we watch our men struggle from Derek's old house, which is now nothing but a ruin. Even Malia is training, but she's doing better than this bunch of losers.
"How about a little New Year's party at home ?" Lydia suggests. "Or maybe at Derek's loft."
"Better avoid the loft if you value your life." I say, smiling at my best friend. "You know the less Derek sees the pack, the better he feels, so having the party in his den..."
"Yeah, you're right." she concedes. "We'll have it at my place, then."
"Do you think you can convince Derek to come ?" Allison asks.
"Yeah, if I tell him the party doesn't start too early and he can leave at midnight." I tell them.
My Derek isn't a lazy man, but he's not very sociable, even with the pack. With what happened to his family, I can understand that, but it doesn't entirely affect his personality. Derek likes his solitude, he likes to stay home when he doesn't have to fulfill his Alpha obligations, and stay home and read. And I love him for that. He doesn't try to change for me, and I don't ask him to. He is who he is.
"You're staying at least two hours !" Lydia warns me.
"Don't worry, he can't refuse me anything."
"Because you use sex to get what you want from him." Allison says, amused.
"Like you don't use it yourself on your boyfriends." I reply.
It's even become Lydia's trademark. She shrugs.
"What about a theme night ?" she suggests.
"No !"
Allison and I answer at the same time. Lydia sighs. Practice ends. I get up from the bench the girls and I use as a chair while we watch the others get beaten up by Derek, and I join my man, while the others — apart from Malia, who's too busy comforting Scott — complain.
"Hi !"
"Hi !" He pulls me close and kisses me. "Did you enjoy the show ?"
"Yeah, I'm so turned on."
Every time I see Derek "fight" my body awakens with wild desire. He knows it, and I see the same hunger in his eyes as I do.
"Oh, please !" Jackson complains, a little further away. "Keep the sexual innuendos away from us."
I roll my eyes. Jackson is a total killjoy, especially when it comes to my relationship. It makes him uncomfortable, and it just makes me want to add to it, so I pretend I didn't hear him and stay focused on Derek, my arms around his neck.
"How about we go to your place ? I really want you to tie me up."
Immediately, Jackson and the boys complain with grimaces, but the girls just giggle. Derek ends the meeting / practice for the day, and everyone leaves in pairs. Derek takes me to his Camaro and we head back to the loft. With my dad's approval, I can spend the rest of the week at my man's, so I made sure to take my classes for the week and a change of clothes, even though I have a few at the loft.
"Weren't you too cold sitting around ?" Derek asks me, turning up the car's heat.
"A little, but seeing you beat the shit out of them made me hot." I place my hand on his thigh. "You'll finish warming me up once you get home."
"Will do !"
He gives a wry smile. I don't know how to interpret it. Even though we've been together for several months, I still sometimes have trouble reading his expressions. That smile doesn't tell me anything good, as if he's hiding something from me. We arrive at the bottom of the building, and he parks his precious Camaro in the protected space he'd specially created. Once in the freight elevator, Derek presses my back against his chest and kisses my neck.
"You know, you and the girls don't have to attend training, with the weather." he tells me. "I'd rather you didn't catch a cold."
"As you wish. I could wait for you at the loft, ready to fulfill your every needs."
"Aren't you already doing that ?"
Yeah, he's not wrong. We arrive safely, and when Derek opens the wide sliding door to his spacious apartment, I gasp. I miss a step, but Derek catches me.
"Wow, easy !"
"What... but..."
The loft isn't the same loft it was before Derek left to help that pack up north. Instead of an apartment equipped with the bare necessities, I find a fully furnished apartment, like a real apartment. At the very back, where there's a huge window that doesn't open, the single bed has been replaced by a large king-size bed, draped in what looks like a large midnight blue blanket from where I'm standing. A nightstand on either side of the bed, equipped with a lamp. Two large wardrobes on either side as well. At the far right of the room, a proper TV area has been created, with a cabinet housing a huge flat-screen TV, a DVD player, and enough space to add lots of things. Derek's old sofa has been replaced with a brand new one. Between the sofa and the TV cabinet, a huge white rug and a small glass coffee table. The kitchen has changed too.
"But... it wasn't like this the last time I was here." I say, having regained my voice.
"No !"
I turn to Derek, just realizing I'm standing in the middle of the loft, without my hat, scarf, or gloves.
"You couldn't have done that, you weren't there and..."
"You didn't wonder why you didn't spend much time with the girls while I was gone ?" he asks, coming over to hug me.
Um, now that I think about it, it's true that outside of class, I hadn't seen them much. Wait !
"You mean they did all this ?"
He nods.
"I've been planning the loft renovation for a while, and it started long before I left, which is why we spent all our time at your place instead of here."
"You didn't want me to see what you were planning." I say, understanding his point. "And the girls oversaw the rest of the work while you were gone."
"Yes ! Are you mad at me for keeping you out ?" he asks. "I wanted to surprise you and..."
I interrupt him by cupping his face in my hands to kiss him.
"You're awesome !" I simply say. "But why bother when you've decided to build a house on your family's land ?"
It was decided that work would begin at the end of winter, when there was no snow left on the ground. The entire pack would be gathered there. The plans were finalized, and we were just waiting for the moment to begin the work.
"I just wanted you to have all the comforts you love when you come to my house, and not just settle for the bare minimum." he tells me. "I want you to feel comfortable here, to feel at home."
"Oh, Grumpy." He groans. "As long as I'm with you, I don't care what's around me. I love you !"
"I love you too !" Derek kisses me. "I want you, but that'll have to wait until you've done your homework."
"Still, I came home during my lunch break and took a nice shower."
I tell him this in a voice that says it all. He takes my hint without a problem.
"You have homework due tomorrow. Right ?"
"Hmm !" I say in agreement. "And I'll do it as soon as you've fucked me in the shower."
His mouth immediately takes mine, and he carries me to the bathroom. We're naked quickly, the shower water is hot, and Derek can't stop me from kneeling down to suck him off. Besides, he never does. Even when I want to while he's deep in a book, I don't hold back. When he thinks it's enough, Derek pins me against the shower window — what ? Hey, that's new too. Okay, questions later. Derek gives me a good spanking that makes me moan and harden. I know what he's going to do, and I rest my forehead on the window as his tongue prepares me. While I love sucking Derek off, he always takes a perverse pleasure in using his divine tongue like that. We made love just last night, before he took me back to my place, so it doesn't take more than two minutes before he's straightening up and pushing inside me. His cock stretches me deliciously. His body molds to mine like two puzzle pieces no matter our position.
"Do you like the new bathroom ?" he asks, his mouth against my ear.
He gives a first smooth thrust.
"Um, I didn't see much." I say with a moan. "Derek..."
I turn my head to the side and he kisses me. He pounds me until he hits my sensitive spot, my G-spot, as they say. My prostate and I are delighted because the orgasm quickly takes over me. Derek unloads inside me shortly after me.
The bathroom is… wow. I'm speechless. I think he must have started the renovations there. The floor and walls are tiled. Tiled. Gleaming white. A large black sink, wide enough for two, replacing the old, plain white one. A mirror above it, the same size. Under the suspended sink, nothing at all. Even the toilet is brand new.
"So ?" Derek asks, hugging me from behind.
We're in towels and nothing else. I froze out of the shower as soon as I saw the changes.
"I love it !" I turn in his arms. "If I didn't have an important assignment due tomorrow — which is halfway done — I'd let you make love to me for hours until I couldn't walk."
"Save that idea for the holidays !" Derek tells me. "With my new bed, I intend to tie you to it and abuse your body."
"You have nothing to tie me to."
"Oh, I will !"
He kisses me and we go get dressed. It takes me a good two hours to finish my Economics homework. Coach Finstock is a real sadist, and I've never been very good at Economics, but thanks to Derek, and the emotional stability he provides, I'm more settled and I'm getting better grades. I'm aiming for a B- on this assignment ; we'll see later.
"Do you want me to proofread your homework ?" Derek asks, as I'm putting my things away.
"Thanks, Grumpy, but I'll make do with whatever grade I get."
I go over to join him on the couch, where he's reading. I lie down, my head on his legs, but it doesn't bother him. There's silence for several minutes before I say,
"It's lacking decorations, even though I love the new design."
Derek doesn't reply, and when I lie back on my back to see his face, I see him smile.
"Is it your reading that's making you smile, or is it what I just said ?"
He closes his book, places it on the coffee table, and gestures for me to sit up just enough so that I'm sitting on him, my legs over his. He pecks at my lips, making me forget what I'd just asked him.
"Let's not talk about the apartment design. I want to spend the evening with you in my arms, and after we've had dinner, I'll make love to you at least twice." I smile. "Then I'll watch you sleep before falling asleep holding you in my arms. And I..."
I silence him with a kiss, and our clothes end up on the floor. Damn, he annoys me when he talks to me like that. My body ignites every time, and he knows it perfectly well. I straddle him on the brand-new couch. His hands on my hips keep me in time, mine on his shoulders or knotted around the back of his neck.
Thursday, December 15th, 2011 !
I'm out of it all morning. Derek kept his word last night, and he made love to me after making me dinner. He took his time the first time, and the second time happened in the shower. I was completely exhausted after that, and when I woke up this morning, I was still in his arms. I thanked him with a blowjob, which quickly woke him up, and he thanked me back. I'm all sore, but it feels so good ! It's a good thing I'm no longer on the lacrosse team — by choice — otherwise I wouldn't have been able to play or practice. The girls notice my somewhat absent-minded expression and drag me away from the boys after lunch, and my return to school after a twenty-minute trip home. Bundled up in our winter clothes, we meet under the covered porch and sit at a table. Lydia is on my right, and Allison and Malia are across from us.
"What's that dreamy, absent-minded look you've been wearing since this morning ?" my best friend asks. "Is Derek the one who's been putting you in such a state ?"
"We haven't stopped making love since he got home." I explain.
We talk about everything, really, even though there are things about Scott I'd rather not know, but I say things about Derek even though he's Malia's cousin. Anyway !
"And the loft..." I say. "Besides, I know what you did, and no, I don't blame you for neglecting me for a few days. I would have been in a bad mood anyway."
"Yeah, we definitely noticed." Malia says. "Come on, tell us everything ! How many times did you do it yesterday ?"
"Once in the shower when we got home, another time on the brand-new couch after he said some sweet nothings that made me dizzy." They giggle. "Twice after dinner, and once this morning. My whole body hurts, but it feels so good !"
"And you're asking for more !" Lydia says.
"I can't say no to him !"
"Do you really want to ?" Allison asks.
"No !"
I don't even have to think about it. Say no to Derek ? But I don't even think about it. He doesn't push me when I'm tired anyway. I actually listen to myself when I'm tired, and I'm always so refreshed after sleeping in his arms. He takes such good care of me.
"What's the new bed like ?" Lydia asked. "I have no complaints about mine, but when we set up Derek's, I really wanted it."
"I've never slept so well in my life as I do in this bed." I replied. "Besides, Derek told me he was planning on tying me up in it during the holidays and doing all sorts of things to me."
"Scott loves tying me up and blindfolding me." Malia admitted. "But we only do that when his mom's on all-night shift."
"I know, we do the same with Isaac." Allison said.
"I'm the one tying Aiden up !" Lydia said.
We look at her strangely, before bursting out laughing. I love this connection we have. I can talk to them about anything, confide my fears and desires ; they don't judge me and give me advice that I put into practice. Malia's phone announces the arrival of a message, which she quickly reads.
"It's Derek. Oh, he's canceling training today." she tells us.
"That's not like him." Lydia points out.
At the same time, I receive a message on my own phone.
[From Derek]
To the loft directly after class !
Don't disobey !
I love you.
I shudder. Not at the implications of the no-disobeying rule, quite the contrary, but at what it promises. The boys join us, and our discussion about sex immediately stops.
The last hour of class was deadly boring, and I hurry to get into my jeep after saying goodbye to my friends. The guys are thrilled not to be training. You bet ! I arrive at the loft, and the first thing I see is a large fir tree placed in the corner next to the entrance. A tree that wasn't there this morning. There are lots of shopping bags nearby, containing things to decorate the large tree but also the loft.
"Derek, what's this all about ?"
"What do you think ?" He comes over to kiss me. "Do you want to decorate it ?"
"I'm dying to, yes, but you didn't have to, despite what I said yesterday."
"I know, but I already planned to go buy everything I needed while you were in class." He hugs me. "Christmas is your favorite holiday, after all."
I kiss him back, when something comes to mind.
"I forgot to tell you, Lydia wants to have a New Year's party just for us. At first, she suggested the loft, but..." He groans. That's all he knows how to do. "But I reminded her that it was best not to invade your lair if we wanted to avoid a massacre."
He stops grumbling.
"So she suggested her place."
"Do we really have to ?" Derek asks.
"Well, I think the party won't start until 9:00 PM, so we'll show up promptly and leave at midnight sharp." I tell him. "And if you're good all night, I might be very, very good too when we get home."
I lick his mouth, which he opens to let me in, and the kiss that follows is insane. Hey, it's waking up in my pants. Or rather, it's getting harder.
"How will you behave ?" Derek asks.
"I can give you a taste, if you like."
I take off my excess clothing — jacket, gloves, etc. — and let it fall to the floor. Then I kneel down and undo Derek's jeans, then lower them to his knees. I take him entirely into my mouth at first, then I pull back to breathe, and take him back normally, but this time without moving. I look up at Derek, place my hands flat on his butt, and wait for him to get the message. I give a squeeze, and he finally understands what I want : I stay still, and he takes care of the rest. He grips my hair and fucks my mouth until he comes deep in my throat. Derek collapses on the floor in front of me, gasping for air.
"You're going to kill me." he says.
"You love it." I reply.
"You need to take a shower so we can..."
I slap my hand over his mouth to silence him.
"Do you know what I did at lunch ?" He shakes his head. "I went home for lunch and took a long shower."
He raises his eyebrows, understanding where I'm going with this. He pulls my hand away from his mouth, and we tear off our clothes.
We managed to get to the bed, but it was difficult, as our bodies burned at the slightest touch.
"You wore me out." I say with a sigh.
"You love it." he says, repeating my words from earlier.
Yeah, I love being worn out by Derek.
"You're going to have to carry me to the bathroom." I tell him. "I can barely feel my legs."
He doesn't need to be asked twice and takes me for a shower, which feels good. Derek has no problem recovering after all that sex, but I'm not a werewolf, which is why he leaves me alone while we decorate the tree and the loft. At least, I start while he changes the sheets. I'm keeping it light on the loft decoration, but it looks good.
In the evening, after doing my homework for the next day and a nice meal together, I quickly fall asleep in Derek's arms.
The days go by, and the holidays are finally here !
Monday, December 19th, 2011 !
I had decided to do my homework on the first weekend of the holidays so I could have some peace and quiet. That morning, while Derek had a business meeting with the contractor who would be handling the construction of our future pack house, I decided to do some last-minute shopping. For Christmas, yes, but primarily for Derek and me. Since we've been making love, it's just him and me. Not that I intend to bring a third person into our relationship — that's out of the question — but I want to spice up our sex life a little more than it already is.
I had this idea this morning after Derek left the loft. I wasn't trying to snoop, but I came across something in the bottom drawer of his dresser while I was trying to steal a t-shirt from him. Bondage ropes, a dildo, and black fur handcuffs, arranged on a sort of red drawer cushion. This gave me an idea, and that's why I find myself in a sex shop, or rather the best sex shop in the small town of Beacon Hills. The interior decor is incredible, and there's a palpable tension in the air as you walk in. My whole body awakens at the sight of these objects, which I'm eager to explore in my relationship.
"Can I help you ?"
A woman in her early thirties approaches me. Her red hair is tied back in a high ponytail, a spiderweb tattoo on her neck, and piercings in her nose and ears.
"Welcome to Beacon Lust !" she greets me before repeating her question.
"I just want to spice up my relationship a little." I explain. "Although we don't really need toys for that. My boyfriend is a work of art all on his own."
"More reason to keep the passion alive." she says with a teasing smile. "Tell me what you want, and I'll help you choose the items."
"Okay, uh, massage oil, uh, edible if you have any, and not too strong on the nose. My boyfriend's is very sensitive."
Handing me a basket in hand, she leads me down an aisle and shows me all the massage oils with the mildest scents. I try a tester, holding it up to my nose, and even I can't smell much. I take a coconut bottle, and hey, there's a chocolate one, Derek's favorite.
"Very good choice !" the woman tells me. "What else ?"
I leave with a rather large bag, and luckily I had some cash on me. Even though my father isn't the type to watch my spending, I prefer not to let him know that his seventeen-year-old son is going to a sex shop. I go back to the loft, where I'll be spending my entire holidays, and thank goodness Derek isn't home yet, so I hurry to put everything away in my dresser and hide the empty bag at the very back of the closet, under a pile of clothes.
When Derek comes home, I'm preparing lunch. He comes straight to me and kisses me.
"Um, I thought I'd find you in bed when I got back." he says, his voice raspy enough to make me swoon. "Preferably naked."
"Sorry to interrupt your plans, Grumpy." He grunts. "Stop grumbling, it's turning me on, and now's not the time."
"Since when ?"
"Since I'm starving."
I kiss him on the cheek and go back to my task, except Derek doesn't let go, and I find myself making sandwiches with a sexy weight on my back.
"Don't distract me, I have a knife in my hands." I warn him, showing him the knife.
"You're sexy when you cook." he says.
"Hands off !" I retort when his right hand tries to force its way down my pants. "You can play with me all you want after we ate."
"Okay, but just tell me why I didn't find you naked in our bed when I got home from my meeting ?"
In our bed... I'm calm, and damn it, excited. Anyway !
"I had an errand to run." I reply simply.
"What else ?"
"It's a surprise for later."
He wants to press me, I can tell, but I'll be as silent as a rock. I had planned to buy a box to store my purchases, but the store manager was out of stock, but she ordered a medium-sized one that I should pick up in three days. Derek will have to be patient until then. I'll just have to keep him occupied with sex, even if it means I don't know how to walk properly anymore.
We have lunch, and then Derek takes me straight to bed. He tries to get me to spill the beans, and even though what he's doing to me is delicious, I hold my tongue and don't give up. He tries for days and days, but nothing. Even when he brings out the famous handcuffs — I let myself be tied up without protest — and he enjoys chocolate ice cream on my body, I remain silent.
Saturday, December 24th, 2011 !
I'm sore all over. It's not surprising, because Derek and I spend our time fucking like rabbits. He takes care of me when I need rest, but when I'm feeling better, it's orgasm after orgasm, and I return the favor. He brings out the famous bondage ropes and the dildo I found, and WOW !
"What are you thinking ?" he asks me.
I don't answer right away. I close the lunch box and put it in a hot meal bag. Once the bag is sealed with my dad's meal, I turn to Derek, who has finished packing the rest of the food we spent hours cooking. As I suspected, my dad will have to spend the evening and the next few days at the police station, but he'll get his New Year's Eve meal ; I've made sure of that.
"Nothing special." I reply with a shrug. "I think we can go."
My dad's kitchen is spotless. I lock the door behind me, turn the lights off, and Derek drives us to the police station.
"ll be quick !" I tell him, once we're parked.
I find my dad in his office, his head buried in paperwork.
"Knock knock !"
"Stiles !" he says, looking up. "What are you doing here ? I thought you'd be with Derek."
"He's waiting for me outside." I say, showing him the bag. "Your meal. Just because you're spending New Year's Eve here doesn't mean you don't deserve a good dinner. There are leftovers at home, just in case."
"Thanks, son !"
I put the bag next to his desk.
"You know, I feel less guilty about working on a holiday night now that you have Derek." he says. "Even though I wish I could have been with you."
"Oh, we'll have another chance to have dinner together, don't worry."
He stands up and hugs me.
"Don't worry about me, Dad, I'm a big boy."
"And I'm proud of you." he says, before stepping away. "Go on !"
And his phone rang at the same time.
"Merry Christmas, Dad !"
"You too, son !"
...
It took a little while to get home because of the snow, but not that long either. Dinner passes in silence, which is surprising, and Derek points it out.
"Are you sure everything's okay ? You're more talkative, usually."
"Yes, I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Are you sure ? Christmas is supposed to be with family and..."
"I'm with family, Derek." I interrupt. "You are my family."
I wipe my mouth, get up from my chair, and straddle him. I try to ignore my body's reaction when he places his hands on my butt.
"There's no other place in the world I'd rather be tonight than with you." I cup his cheek. "You are my family, Derek Hale."
He can tell I'm sincere, because I am. I would have been depressed to be alone on December 24th if I didn't have this Grinch in my life, except I'm not.
"Then why are you quiet ?" he asks. "That's not like you."
"Say I'm a chatterbox !" I say, pretending to be offended.
He gives a small smile.
"I told you, I'm a little tired."
"Is it my fault ?" he asks. "You know, the intense sex and..."
"No, my sexy Grumpy." He groans. "I love our sex, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'm just always a little tired this time of year. Tired and a little depressed."
"You're thinking about your mom."
He gets it. I knew he would, and maybe I should have told him sooner.
"I understand, but I don't want you to hesitate to talk to me about it when you're feeling so sad." he says. "I want to be there for you."
"I know." I rub my nose against his. "I love you with all my heart, Derek Hale. I hope you never get tired of me."
"No chance of that."
We kiss a little longer, but the food is getting cold, which I point out to Derek.
"Who cares." he mumbles against my mouth. "We'll warm it up, keep kissing me."
"Um, Derek..." I pull away, sure I'm going to be blushing. "Cuddles later, Grumpy."
"Whatever." he breathes.
I nibble his jaw and return to my seat. I have an idea of how to cheer him up. The meal gets lighter, even though Derek is slightly nervous about the bulge in his pants ; I felt it when I was sitting on him. I go to the bathroom, and when I come out, Derek lifts me into his arms and carries me to the couch.
"I can walk, you know ?"
I keep my arms wrapped around his neck anyway. He just grunts before sitting on the couch with me in his arms. As soon as I'm seated, he grabs my mouth, and I let go.
"What do you want to do now ?" he asks, one hand on my hip.
Under my sweater. I'm fucking hot.
"If you want, we can watch a movie, talk, make cookies if you, um..."
"Keep kissing me !" I whisper against his mouth, echoing his words from earlier.
We kiss until we're breathless, and until our lips are swollen from the kisses we exchange. We end up shirtless, of course, and his skin against mine heats up my senses.
"You want to know what I went shopping for the other day ?"
I don't need to say more ; he understands perfectly what I mean. He nods. I leave the comfort of his lap and go get the box I stashed in my closet. It's black, medium-sized for carrying. The name of the store is written in gold letters on the lid : Beacon Lust. Derek raises an eyebrow at the box once I sit down on the couch. We face each other, and I place the box between us.
"You went to a sex shop without me ?"
"Yes, Grumpy." I take his chin between my fingers and kiss him full on the lips. "When I saw what you were hiding in your drawers, even though I wasn't snooping at all..."
"Stiles !" I stop talking. "I have nothing to hide, so you can snoop all you want. And that explains why you weren't that surprised when I first took out the handcuffs."
"Not to mention the dildo you take such perverse pleasure in using on me." I point out.
He gives me that crooked smile that sets my hormones in a tizzy. I swallow.
"Anyway, I wanted to participate too, so I went to the store and this is what I bought. For us."
He lifts the lid and takes out what I bought. Coconut and chocolate massage oils, a steel anal plug, geisha balls, and a red silk blindfold.
"Do you want me to blindfold you ?" Derek asks, surprised, looking at me.
"When you tie me to the bed, yes." I reply, biting my lip. "You... you think that's too much ?"
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him for a hot, wild kiss, despite the box between us.
"Next time, we'll go to the sex shop together." he says with a grunt.
"With pleasure !" His tongue plays with mine. "Um, Derek..."
"Rope or handcuffs ?"
Immediately, a violent shudder runs through my body.
"Whatever you want." I say, moving to kneel between his legs on the floor. "But I want you in my mouth first."
"Wait !"
He lifts me up, and himself with him.
"But..."
He places a finger on my mouth.
"I want to play." he told me.
I'm always intrigued when Derek tells me he wants to play. He grabs the box and goes to set it on the bed. He starts undressing.
"Hey, it's my job to get you naked, not the other way around." I remind him, moving towards him.
"Oh yeah ?" He grabs me and pulls me against him. "And what are you going to do, huh ?"
"I, uh, I don't know."
I swallow. All he has left to take off is his jeans. He's unbuttoned them, and I can see the fine black hairs surrounding his cock. He doesn't have much, but enough to love the feel of them on my cheek when I'm working on him. My gaze is diverted from his still-covered cock by Derek's hand on my chin, which he lifts to kiss me.
"Get undressed !" he growls against my mouth. "Now ! And you lie on your back. You can do anything I do to you, and then you can ride me."
Damn, I'm hard as a rock now. I quickly strip off and climb onto the bed, lying on my back.
"Legs spread and bent !" Derek orders.
I feel shivers all over my body, but I obey. Derek climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs, sitting on his knees. He pulls the box so it's more within reach, and takes out the chocolate-scented massage oil for himself, and the plug. He places them on either side of me, then leans down and kisses me. Our cocks brush together; I moan.
"You're going to torture me." I mumble.
"Don't worry, baby, you can get your revenge." he promises.
I was counting on it. After playing with my tongue until I'm breathless, and silly, for that matter, he straightens up and uncaps the bottle of chocolate-scented massage oil. An edible massage oil, specially designed for sensual play between couples, and probably also for porn, but I digress. I'm so hot under Derek's smoldering gaze that I don't even feel the cold when the first drops touch my skin. I don't take my eyes off my man for a single moment, and when I feel his hands on me, spreading the oil, my body tenses towards him. He massages the front of my body, runs over my nipples, and pinches them sensually. It's torture, but I love it, and I'm not going to hold back from returning the favor.
Derek continues massaging me, moving to my thighs, avoiding my cock for a while. I'm going to kill him, that's for sure. I really need him to touch me there, but he doesn't, so I'm going to kill him. Or not... Oh my God ! Without warning, he took my cock in his hand and then in his mouth. Yes, Derek sucks me sometimes, even though I prefer to be the one giving the treat ; although I never say no when he wants it. I'm not as blessed by nature as he is, but I have no reason to complain, and neither does Derek, given the vigor with which he sucks me. His hand joins his mouth, and he jerks me off while his hellish mouth descends on my balls. I know he's not going to make me come, because Derek prefers to look me in the eyes and be buried inside me to the hilt when I explode with an orgasm. I don't mind.
He releases my cock and turns me onto my stomach. He spanks me hard, making me yelp in surprise. I feel the massage oil trickling down my back, then Derek's hands, and I can swear I could have had an orgasm just from the massage I'm receiving right now. Not to mention his cock near my butt. Butt he's groping with his hands, and then it's heaven. When I said Derek loves preparing me with his tongue, I wasn't kidding. He really enjoys it, and that's what he's doing to me right now. With my butt spread wide, I can only feel Derek's tongue moistening and devouring my anus.
"Derek..."
He spanks me and pulls me up onto all fours. I was hoping to feel his cock slide inside me, but he doesn't. Instead, I feel a slight chill. The touch of metal at my entrance. The butt plug. I bite my lip, forcing myself not to push back against the plug. Derek goes slowly, sliding it in and out several times before fully inserting it, leaving only the handle out so he can remove it later.
CLACK !
My whole body, down to my toes, curls up. Holy shit, that feels so good ! This isn't the first time I've had something up my ass, so I get over it quickly, but wow ! Derek pulls me upright, my back to his chest, his hand cupping my neck, and with his other hand, he cups my face and kisses me.
"Do you want me on my stomach, or should we get straight to business ?" he asks.
"Um, I'll give you a huge massage later." I reply. "Lie on your back, Grumpy !"
"You make me want to tie you up and punish you every time you call me that !" he growls.
"And I'll probably let you, Grumpy !"
His next growl has a crazy effect on me, and as soon as he's lying down and I'm straddling him, I lean down and kiss him until I lose myself in it. Out of breath, I sit up, settle comfortably on his legs, and grab the coconut massage oil. This one, too, has very little scent, but you can still catch its scent.
I massage Derek's chest, just like he did with me. He doesn't have a single hair on his chest. He's perfect in every way, my man. I run my hands down his abs, tracing each line with my fingers before going lower and grabbing his cock. Massage oil is perfect both for massaging your partner in an intimate game like now, but also as a lube. I know Derek didn't hesitate to smear it on the anal plug before inserting it. It's still in place, by the way. Even though I move a little, it stays firmly in my ass and I can feel it move with the slightest of my movements. It doesn't have the same sensation as being filled by my Derek's incredibly large member, but it will have the merit of stretching me properly, and I will be able to slide on Derek without problem.
"Are you planning on adding your mouth or something ?" Derek asks me.
"Maybe !" I reply, slowing my grip on his hard cock.
"Don't make me bite you !"
He would, but with his human teeth and without piercing my skin. I love teasing him, and I love it when he makes me "regret" it, let say. When it comes to that, Derek tortures me, even denying me orgasm as punishment, and until I beg for forgiveness. This wasn't the time to tease him because, let's be honest, I can't wait to have him inside me, so I lean down and swallow him whole once, twice, or even three times, before sucking him properly, sometimes using my hand to help me. While he likes to be in control when he's taking care of me and tying me up, he does like to grab my hair when I'm sucking him off, like just now. He doesn't hurt me, just enough to increase my excitement. I let go of his cock to catch my breath, but I slide my tongue over his balls before sucking them one by one, then returning to my obsession. Yes, I'm obsessed with Derek's cock, and I don't hide it.
"Stiles, baby, I want to come inside you !" he tells me.
I straighten up and sit just above his pelvis. Derek takes advantage of this and removes the plug, earning a moan from me. From where I am, I grab Derek's cock in my hand, jerk it a little, then, without waiting, I guide it inside me, my wolf's hands on my hips. The plug I had bought was medium-sized, and clearly not up to the size of Derek's cock. I rock on him, up and down, my hands resting on his shoulders. Derek sits up. My hands go around his neck, and his caress my back, my legs ; every inch of my skin is touched, kissed. My mouth finds his while I'm still riding him. My legs wrap around him ; our breaths mingle. God, I love him. I'm going to come, I can't take it anymore. I need it so badly, and Derek can feel it because he holds me in his arms and takes the reins without changing position.
My cry of release echoes throughout the loft, mingling with Derek's as he comes inside me several thrusts later. He likes to wait until I've come before he does it himself, and the fact that he puts my pleasure before his own speaks volumes. Exhausted, my body relaxes in Derek's embrace. I slump against him, completely out of it, but I feel his mouth on my shoulder, his hands tenderly caressing my back.
"Shall I carry you to the bathroom ?" he offers.
I nod, unable to speak. I don't make a sound until we're lying on clean sheets ; naked, of course. Half lying on Derek, I'm snuggled against his chest while he absentmindedly caresses me.
"You're getting quiet again." he points out.
"I feel so good." I reply with a sigh. "Being in your arms is the only place I dream of being every day."
"I'm yours !" he says. "Forever, my love !"
"This is too good to be true," I breathe before closing my eyes.
Not to open them again until the next morning. The morning of Sunday, December 25th, 2011. Christmas morning. My stomach rumbles, which elicits a laugh from Derek, who is, of course, already awake.
"What are you in the mood for this morning ?"
I don't answer, and simply slip under the covers to take his erect cock into my mouth. Last night, I couldn't taste him, so I'm having what I want this morning. I suck him fervently, without once looking up at him, but his loud grunts and his hand in my hair are enough to tell me he loves it. Maybe I should make it a ritual for all the times we wake up together : giving him a blowjob as a good morning. I grab his balls and squeeze them between my hand, which is enough to make him come deep in my throat. I don't miss a single drop. Satisfied, I move back up his body and, my hands clasped over his chest, I answer his question.
"I could eat pancakes."
In a second, he flips me onto my back and thrusts into me with a powerful thrust.
We ate pancakes after that, towels wrapped around us after an equally delicious shower. He insists on cleaning the kitchen. I don't protest and take the opportunity to retrieve his present from the back of my closet. A photo album I've been working on for months ; ever since I found some pictures of his family, damaged in the fire. I stumbled upon them one day when I was alone in the loft, tidying up while waiting for him to come home, and I found them. They were relegated to a box upstairs, and since Derek hasn't mentioned them again, I assume he doesn't know I took them.
"What is it ?" he asks, coming to join me on the couch. "Merry Christmas, my love !"
The album is a wonderful object I found at an antique shop in San Francisco. It's bound in black leather, and I managed to have Hale's Pack & Family engraved in gold letters on the cover. I prefer to keep my eyes lowered to the coffee table. He opens the album, and the seconds turn into minutes. I hear his breath hitch.
"Baby..."
"I found them while cleaning a few months ago." I say, ranting on and on. "I would have told you what I did with them if you'd noticed they were missing, but you didn't say anything, so I didn't say anything either, and here it is ; I wanted to give you a nice Christmas present, and I... um."
Derek silences me with a kiss, cupping my chin between his fingers.
"Thank you ! You don't realize what a gift you just gave me. I love you so much."
"I love you !" I breathe, our foreheads touching. "I'm glad you like it."
"Of course I do, but my gift pales in comparison." he says.
"What is it ?" I ask, eager to know.
"Well, in August there's a Star Wars convention you've been dying to go to."
"Yeah, but I couldn't get a spot for..."
Wait !
"Don't tell me you managed to get one ?"
"I already booked a whole week just for the two of us. We'll leave for Orlando on Sunday the 12th and take advantage of the three days before the convention to explore the city and...
This time, I'm the one to silence him with a kiss. I climb on top of him and get rid of my towel, which is in my way.
"I love you, you're the best, and I love you ! Can we take advantage of this and go to Disney World for just one day ?"
He bursts out laughing. I love that sound so much.
"I knew you were going to ask, so I anticipated it, and before you shut me up with your gorgeous mouth, I was going to tell you that we'd be taking advantage of the three days before the convention to see the city and go to Disney World, where I've booked us two days and one night at one of the hotels."
Oh shit, I'm so excited ; I want to jump on him.
"Fuck me on that couch !"
Derek turns me around and lies on top of me, the towel on the floor and my legs immediately wrapped around him.
"Merry Christmas, my love !" he says as he enters me.
"Merry Christmas, Grumpy of my Heart !"
He groans while shaking with laughter. The best Christmas ever !
...
Epilogue !
Monday, December 31st, 2012 !
My life couldn't be more amazing.
The months following my first Christmas with my boyfriend were the best of my life. I spent all my time at Derek's, with my dad's permission, and I had more or less moved in. Which suited my dad, who was dating my best friend's mom. I don't even want to think about what they're doing now that I've cleared the place. Ugh !
I celebrated my eighteenth birthday with my friends and my boyfriend, and Derek took me to Florida a few months later. It was a truly magical trip to Orlando. The city is beautiful. The two days I spent at Disney World were amazing, but the best part was the four days at the convention. I dressed up as a Jedi, but Derek wouldn't budge, despite all my efforts to convince him. And I pulled out all the stops, but he refused to cosplay, but he came with me for all four days, so, well, I've forgiven him. I can tell you that the guys in the pack — apart from Scott, who knows nothing about Star Wars — were and still are jealous, and I didn't hold back from bragging. But it's okay, I brought them little gifts, so it quickly passed.
Oh, yes, a little bonus from that trip to Orlando : Derek proposed to me. Not in public, but one evening on a beach. I jumped on him, shouting a huge YES. We had a small wedding when we got back to Beacon Hills, in the brand-new, huge backyard of our house. The house he had built for the pack, which brought us all together under the same roof. We stayed locked in our room for a whole week, and when I came out, I was happy. And exhausted, but particularly happy.
College has started for everyone, except for me, who decided to take the nursing exam. Yes, I, Stiles Stilinski, decided to become a nurse. I wanted to be useful, and I love what I'm doing through my training and classes. Thanks to Derek, I'm no longer that hyperactive little boy who can't put one foot in front of the other without falling over. Scott's mom is my reference person at Beacon Hills Hospital, and I'm learning a lot from her. My training at the hospital, in addition to my classes, is fascinating, and Derek has developed a fantasy about my outfit. He loves seeing me in scrubs. I'm really enjoying it.
"All in !" said Jackson.
On this December 31st, that jerk wanted to play poker. When they found out I was going to play, Scott, Derek, Malia, Allison, and Lydia decided they didn't want to play. But the others didn't. And Jackson insisted we gamble. I saw Scott slap his forehead when Jackson bet his remaining $300.
"I fold !" Isaac relented.
Ethan also folded, but Aiden was bolder and called. $150.
"I call !"
I push over the four hundred dollars I've collected. I'm not worried about the hand I have. I catch the eye of Lydia, who's acting as dealer. She wants to laugh. She, like the others, tried to convince Jackson to drop this poker game and play another game instead, but he didn't listen.
"Honey, show us your hand !" says Lydia.
Aiden turns his cards over on the table and shows us a flush.
"Not bad !" says Jackson. "But not good enough against four of a kind !"
Scott looks at me from behind Jackson. No, he didn't help me, I don't need to cheat to beat that jerk Jackson, and he'll have figured that out after this first and only game against me.
"So, Stilinski, what do you think ?" Jackson nags me.
"It's a good hand." I say, before turning over my cards. "But not enough against my Straight Flush !"
A straight starting from the 9 to the King of Hearts. The look on his face makes me want to laugh. Derek, who's been behind me throughout the game, squeezes my shoulders in congratulations. So I pocket the money, except for Isaac's two hundred dollars and Ethan's eighty dollars, who folded before the all-in. I prefer to take Jackson and Aiden's money. In total, eight hundred and fifty dollars.
"Thanks for insisting on facing me, Jackson. It'll pay for our next date with Derek."
I hand him the wads of cash and stand up.
"Wait !" Jackson says. "How could you beat me ? I'm unbeatable at poker."
"Stiles is a beast at poker." Scott says. "Why do you think we refused to play ?"
"And you let us play ?" Isaac complains, looking at his girlfriend.
"We warned you." Allison says, going to console her boyfriend by sitting on his lap.
"Why don't you take our money ?" Ethan asks.
"Because you had the decency not to call." I reply. "It was more fun fleecing Jackson."
"Here we are, guys !" Lydia says. "10..."
Each couple gathers together and we listen to Lydia's countdown. Derek pulls me in front of him, and I can see a familiar glint in his eyes.
"1... Happy New Year !"
Derek kisses me for a long time, playing with my tongue and possessing it as if it were his own. It's kind of true, after all.
Have I ever told you my life is perfect ?
THE END !