ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Obediently, she followed. A faint flutter filled her stomach at the thought of being clean and warm (and maybe just a bit because of the idea of wearing his clothes). She had to pick up her jaw, looking around at the upstairs, so much more personality on display.

He led her into his room and went over to a dresser, searching for something that would be the smallest, getting a pair of sweats with a drawstring and a tee shirt he hadn’t worn in years but was still soft. Next he grabbed a towel from the closet and then turned to her. “Bathroom’s through there, should have everything you need,” he said, holding out the small bundle. “If not just come find me, I’ll stay out here in case you need me.”

Accepting the pile of fabrics, she slipped into the bathroom. She luxuriated in the shower; in the knowledge that she didn’t have to hurry, or be on her guard. She found some shampoo and washed her hair, scrubbed every bit of her twice, even rubbed at her teeth with a finger. That last was a bit inadequate, but she felt better afterwards.

Her hands remembered how to wind up her long hair in towels, and she pulled on the clothes. She didn’t exactly recognise the girl in the mirror, but she knew that bones shouldn’t be that visible, and there was just something about her own face that seemed wrong. Popping back out, she presented herself before him to be inspected. Clean, fed, and clothed, she wondered what was supposed to happen now.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

After a moment, she nodded, eyes flicking away. ‘is it still okay to borrow clothes and have a shower?’

“Of course, come on, follow me,” he said, motioning for her over his shoulder as he headed up the stairs. His bedroom and the master bathroom were up there, more comfortable than the mostly bare downstairs area.

Obediently, she followed. A faint flutter filled her stomach at the thought of being clean and warm (and maybe just a bit because of the idea of wearing his clothes). She had to pick up her jaw, looking around at the upstairs, so much more personality on display.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her  again. 

It felt like every hair on her body stood up as she shivered under his mouth. Fingers scraping, she dragged his shirt up his back, arching and pressing against him. She needed more, needed skin. Denied voice, she begged with her body.

Derek smirked against her throat as she pulled at his shirt. He leaned up only enough to strip them of their shirts, hands going to her skin and gently running up and down her sides as he dipped in to kiss her again.

She gasped when he pulled his shirt off, reaching to trace the musculature, but then he was taking /her/ top off, and she slipped her arms out as her hair spilled down over her body. She could feel herself blushing a little, and then he was kissing her again. The warmth of his hands made her shiver again, and she pulled away to smile at him.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her  again. 

She shuddered in his hands, rocking up against him. Unconsciously, she clenched her fingers in his back, holding on as her body ached with sudden need. She didn’t even know what it was she needed — to be touched, to be wanted, she didn’t know. She let her head fall back against the sheets, baring her throat to him as she gasped for breath.

Derek growled softly with want, grinding down against her again. The bared throat before him was beautiful and he couldn’t resist from taking his lips and human teeth to it, kissing, sucking, and nibbling all around it as he ground against her at a slow, steady pace. 

It felt like every hair on her body stood up as she shivered under his mouth. Fingers scraping, she dragged his shirt up his back, arching and pressing against him. She needed more, needed skin. Denied voice, she begged with her body.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She twisted the pen in her hands, staring down at the words on the page. Was it just being a wolf that made him different? No one else had seemed to think helping her was a thing to do at all, much less the right thing. She twisted to look at him, eyes searching his face, trying to understand what made him different.

‘why do you care?’

Derek just stared at the words. He didn’t understand the question. “It’s the right thing to do,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. 

After a moment, she nodded, eyes flicking away. ‘is it still okay to borrow clothes and have a shower?’

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She twisted, looking up at him. ‘why are you doing this?’ She thought she might cry again, annoyingly, with how much he seemed to want her to feel better.

“Helping you?”  he asked when he read the words. “Because you need help. Because it’s the right thing to do.” 

She twisted the pen in her hands, staring down at the words on the page. Was it just being a wolf that made him different? No one else had seemed to think helping her was a thing to do at all, much less the right thing. She twisted to look at him, eyes searching his face, trying to understand what made him different.

‘why do you care?’