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Everything ached. When she turned her head to look at him, her neck crackled. He seemed blurry, distant, and she blinked at him; the words were just sounds, with no meaning. It took effort to unlock her arms from round her knees, before putting her feet to the floor. After what seemed a long time, the sense of his words penetrated.

She nodded, slowly.

Derek didn’t have to look back at her to know she was hungry. He remembered how she had eaten the night before. He prepared some eggs, his eyes focusing on the food that was being warmed up in a pan. “Hopefully you were able to get some rest.”

She just shrugged. Rest? In a strange place, where she wasn’t sure of her welcome, but was sure she was being kept? She supposed she might have dozed off a few times, but what she remembered was the blankness of a white night. Pushing her hair away from her face, she stood up, wobbling a little. Everything felt numb and distant, like it wasn’t part of her body. She crossed into the kitchen to watch him cook, leaning on the counter.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

Summer swung her feet before writing, ‘he saved me from the hunter. in the forest this morning’. She hesitated before showing it to him, shoulders tense.

Isaac read it and then nodded. “Hunter after you too huh. What did you do to get on their bad side?” he asked, at ease and wishing he could help her shoulders be less tense.

She clasped her hands between her knees and looked down at them, shrugging. The werewolves’ easy acceptance confused her — they trusted so very easily. After a moment, flicking a glance up at Isaac, she started to write again, telling him all the things she’d told Derek earlier that day: how she couldn’t remember very much before a few weeks ago; how she could sense emotions; how she was alone and hungry and needed help; how someone was after her but she didn’t know why. Derek’s soft noises from the kitchen seemed cosily domestic, and at the end, she wrote, ‘I want to be safe here.’

She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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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 arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.

Summer wasn’t able to get much kissing so Derek moved to mouth and suck at her neck as she gripped at him. He sped up his hand, keeping it gentle but going deep and slow as his two fingers could manage and finally letting his thumb brush over her clit.

She shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.

And then she did.

Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

‘you are very tall. does everyone in pack turn into wolf?’ She looked him over, the way his legs stretched out across the floor while her feet dangled. Derek’s wolf was black like his hair; was Isaac’s wolf dark blond like his? The stuff in the kitchen smelled really good, too.

“Not everyone. I’ve been training with Derek to be able to do so and be able to control it. Some can, some can’t, some just take a while to learn,” he said with a small shrug. He kept his eyes on the space ahead of them so she didn’t feel watched or observed. His nose would flare every now and again. He loved Derek’s cooking. “So what about you, where did you two meet?”

Summer swung her feet before writing, ‘he saved me from the hunter. in the forest this morning’. She hesitated before showing it to him, shoulders tense.

She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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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. 

The combination of the two held her almost wholly helpless in his hands. She stretched her legs wider apart, one knee crooking up on the bed, and shuddered. The emotional pressure of her feelings onto him was almost continual, now, and she felt as though a vast wave was gathering, waiting to sweep her away. The only word she could put to it was ‘good’; the sense of him sliding easily in and out of her was so good.

Derek pumped the finger more as he felt her getting more wet around it, and then he carefully lined up a second, beginning to ease it in as he kissed her. The pleasure she was sharing was intense and he wanted to make her feel even better. 

She arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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.

Helplessly, overwhelmed, she nodded. Perhaps because she’d been homeless, reduced to begging, she hadn’t realised how much of herself she’d lost. How many gaps there were. Now she knew, and she didn’t know how to fill them. Reaching up, she put her hand over his and squeezed, before padding back to the living room. She sat next to Isaac, close but not touching.

Isaac saw Summer come back into the den and sit down, careful not to touch him. He knew Derek was a good cook so he wouldn’t bother him asking what he was going to make. Instead he picked up the tv remote and turned it on something simple, just whatever movie was on and looked to Summer. “You want to lean? I promise I’m not too boney to lean on,” he said with a little grin. His arm went over the back of the couch, opening up his side for her if she wanted to, though he just turned back to the tv and left it, letting her decide. 

After a moment of hesitation and glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen to Derek, Summer inched over and tucked herself under Isaac’s arm. Balancing a book and a sheet of paper on her knee, she wrote, ‘tell me about you. are you like him? he is a very big wolf’

She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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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. 

Her mouth shaped his name, soundlessly, the first time she’d ever tried to speak with him. Eyes closed, her whole body arched and twisted in his hands, sparks seeming to race across her skin. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her in a way that nothing in her short memory had done before. Almost looking for something to distract her, she hooked a hand behind Derek’s head, trying to kiss him again.

Derek let her hand guide him back to her lips, kissing her as he breathed heavily through his nose. He let his finger press in to the knuckle slowly before easing it back and then rocking it in again. He set up a pace like that, teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip and tongue slipping past her lips to snake into her mouth.

The combination of the two held her almost wholly helpless in his hands. She stretched her legs wider apart, one knee crooking up on the bed, and shuddered. The emotional pressure of her feelings onto him was almost continual, now, and she felt as though a vast wave was gathering, waiting to sweep her away. The only word she could put to it was ‘good’; the sense of him sliding easily in and out of her was so good.

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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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 padded in, pausing in the doorway before going round the whole room, peering at everything on the counters and all the cabinets. She lingered before the refrigerator, inspecting what was on it. Then she started to open /everything/. She didn’t leave anything open, but she looked at it all.

It was a strange feeling — she knew the names of almost everything she found, but there was no personal context to any of it. She couldn’t remember tastes, wasn’t sure what she liked or didn’t like, but she knew that macaroni usually had cheese sauce and carrots could be eaten raw or cooked. After a little while she was reduced to staring at the boxes and cans blindly, frowning and feeling twisted up wrong.

Derek followed her into the kitchen, Isaac behind him, and they watched as she looked through literally everything. At one point when she had a pause, Derek, with his arms crossed and leaning against a counter, said “You are so not going through my room like that,” offhand and contemplating. 

He saw her as she just scanned things eventually, not seeming to take anything in and her body rolling off ‘discomfort.’ He stepped over and spoke softly, Isaac sitting back in the living room by now. “Hey,” he began, gently turning her to face him. “How about I make something. Then you can try it and see how you like it, yeah?”

Helplessly, overwhelmed, she nodded. Perhaps because she’d been homeless, reduced to begging, she hadn’t realised how much of herself she’d lost. How many gaps there were. Now she knew, and she didn’t know how to fill them. Reaching up, she put her hand over his and squeezed, before padding back to the living room. She sat next to Isaac, close but not touching.

She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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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 wasn’t aware of anything beyond his fingers, touching and teasing. She moaned, soft and low and desperate, and rocked her hips, fingers clutching at the sheets or at his skin or his hair. Losing control over her gift, she pushed her pleasure at him in fits and spurts, accidentally imposing her desire on him briefly.

Derek kept feeling strange sensations, almost like he was feeling pleasure from somewhere besides himself. It took him a moment to realize but that was exactly what it was. Surges of her pleasure kept shooting through him, making his cock throb. He moaned and shuddered at half of them, but kept his composure to stay focused on her. Slowly he let one finger straighten out and begin to gently press forward, into her.

Her mouth shaped his name, soundlessly, the first time she’d ever tried to speak with him. Eyes closed, her whole body arched and twisted in his hands, sparks seeming to race across her skin. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her in a way that nothing in her short memory had done before. Almost looking for something to distract her, she hooked a hand behind Derek’s head, trying to kiss him again.

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Hurt and confused, Summer curled up even tighter yet, bones creaking with how closely she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t sleep, staring into the dark and twitching at each little sound. Despite knowing there was no one else besides the two of them in there, she didn’t feel safe — she wasn’t sure how she’d displeased Derek but clearly he wasn’t happy with her. So she looked at the dark and waited for daylight.

Derek slept soundly in his bed before the daylight hit his eyes and he was back up. He walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at the woman who hadn’t moved an inch. “Want something for breakfast?” he asked softly, pulling things from the fridge for the both of them.

Everything ached. When she turned her head to look at him, her neck crackled. He seemed blurry, distant, and she blinked at him; the words were just sounds, with no meaning. It took effort to unlock her arms from round her knees, before putting her feet to the floor. After what seemed a long time, the sense of his words penetrated.

She nodded, slowly.