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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Girl!Stiles, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Minor_Injuries, Non-
      Graphic_Violence, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, porn_with_slight_plot, Twisted
      and_Fluffy_Feelings, Alternate_Universe_-_Always_a_Different_Sex, Stiles
      can_keep_quiet, Derek_isn't_that_oblivious, Sharing_a_Bed, Stolen
      Moments, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 1 of So_glad_you_came_to_change_my_universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-09 Words: 1804
****** Just Lie Here and Forget the World Outside ******
by Velocity_Owl87
Summary
     Derek goes to check up on Stiles after a skirmish and finds himself
     sharing more with her than he had expected to on what was supposed to
     be a routine visit.
Notes
     I am always amused at how Derek seems to have a super prickly
     relationship with Stiles, yet they have each other's backs more often
     than not. It's also pretty funny how Derek has absolutely no concept
     of how big of a creeper he is and I wonder if it would change if
     Stiles was a girl.
     I love Stiles, don't get me wrong. But I also love playing with
     gender switching and he feels like the most natural choice and he's
     more of a foil in this, since it's Derek's show in this one. Straight
     up sexy times with only a bit of warm and fuzzy feelings. So here we
     go.
He finds her sitting on her bed, with her shirts off and her torso laid bare as
she cleaned up the wound no one had noticed her getting in the fight. Even
though the window, he can hear her swear as the gauze touches the ragged edges
of a deep injury.
He feels guilty, watching her do this alone. She should have gone to the
hospital at the most. At the least, Scott should have been there with her. But
he knew where Scott was and that made him angry. They were supposed to be
friends...yet here was Stiles, patching herself up alone after getting injured
for her best friend's sake.
The thought was enough to propel him into action and he enters the room.
He does try to make a bit of noise as to not startle her, but it doesn't work.
Stiles still jumps and the action is enough to flood the room with the scent of
fresh blood and pain.
"Christ, Hale! Did you need to get your creeper quota in for the day?"
Stiles hisses as she tries to stay still and not jar her injury even further.
Derek doesn't say anything to that and only grabs the gauze from her hand. He
moves to sit beside her, careful to keep some distance between them and
proceeds to clean it up with as much gentleness as he can muster. He knows that
he's more built for destroying, than healing. But he wants to give it a shot
for her sake.
He knows how brusque he is with her and wishes that things could be different
between them. Maybe after, he could change his behaviour toward her. After
everything has been resolved. He doesn't want for them to always be like that.
Her gasping at his touch and the way that her skin heats up pulls him away from
his own thoughts. He looks up at her and sees her face is flushed and strands
of her hair are sticking to her damp cheeks. Her pulse has quickened and Derek
can smell enough of her faint arousal to know it's not just the pain that's
pulling those reactions from her.
It's also then that he notices the sweet scent to her arousal and it clicks in-
she's a virgin. He should have guessed it, but he doesn't want to fall into the
trap of judging her by her appearance. She could have been sleeping with the
entire lacrosse team for all he knew.
Besides, she does have a good body under the layers she wears and he seriously
feels like a pervert for noticing. But being up close, he can see the
smoothness of her skin, the curve of her hip, and the ripe swell of her dark
purplish-grey bra. He also notices that her breasts are bigger than he would
have expects from such a slight girl and then starts to wonder how they would
feel like in his hands.
He pulls his mind away from those fantasies and quickly finishes. He looks up
at her briefly to see if she was still doing fine. Her expression is
embarrassed and her eyes are huge in her face.
"Am I hurting you?" He finally thinks to ask. He doesn't want her to say yes,
but he'd rather find out than making the situation worse.
"Nooo. Nope. I'm fine. Please. Just...can you hurry up? I just...I don't think
I can handle being up close with a sexy...oh shit. I didn't say that. Pretend I
didn't say that."
Stiles babbles, making Derek simply watch her in amusement as her face flushed
pink in mortification at what she has just spilled. He keeps quiet, because he
already knows. Her body already gave her away.
So he remains silent as he picks up the bandages. He looks down at the tube of
Neosporin, the needle and thread and the bandages and back at the ragged tears
in her skin. Already, they are swelling and hot to his touch. They will be
painful for a long time, he can see that clearly.
It's not a conscious decision. He just knows that he can make her wounds heal
faster. He also knows that he can treat this as the first step in actually
building a relationship that isn't antagonistic and prickly. After all, she has
helped him. He should return the favour.
It was decided in a matter of seconds for him. One moment he was looking at the
bandages, the next he swept all the first aid stuff onto the floor and pushed
her down, pressing his face into her side and making her yelp.
"What are you doing? Seriously! Not that I'm objecting or anything, since you
are hot and all that-"
She trails off into a startled gasp when she felt his tongue over her wounds,
the feeling of knitting flesh and his tongue blending into a sensation that is
odd for both of them. He pulls away when the skin is just raw and pink before
looking into her eyes.
"I'm healing you." He replies simply.
"Oh."
He should move away from her, but he can't pull away from that expanse of soft
skin and the intoxicating scent of her. She smells clean and ripe and ready.
She's not afraid.
He licks her again and she lets out a small noise deep in her throat.
It's enough for him to move up and claim her mouth without delay. She stiffens
and he's about to pull away when her hands get tangled into his hair, keeping
him there.
He tastes all of her while his hands skim her sides and dip down to stroke the
swell of a hip before coming back up to her breast. She's a curious mix of
mint, licorice and chocolate and he finds that he can't get enough of her.
He bruises her mouth and leaves her lips swollen and wet with saliva when he
pulls away reluctantly to get some air.
"You're not going to disappear now, are you?" Stiles asks breathlessly once
they had pulled away from each other.
Derek only smiles as her.
"if you want-"
"Fuck no!" Stiles replies, grabbing him again for another searing kiss that has
him scrambling to undo the clasp of her bra while her hands are working at his
buttons and pulling his jeans and boxer briefs off in one go.
He lifts his hips to help her and presses himself against her jean clad thigh,
rutting just a bit against it as she also works at her own jeans. Once he's got
her bra off, he's trailing kisses from her mouth down to her chest. His hands
are all over her body and he's gotten her jeans untangled and off of her,
leaving them both bare.
He wants to ask again if she's sure, but instead just puts his mouth over her
right breast and starts to suck, making her keen out her pleasure. The sound is
intensified when he trails his hand down her belly and to her slit, where he
slides two fingers down to feel the moisture collected there.
Sure enough, she's wet and slippery and he doesn't delay in pressing down on
her clit, which is swollen and in need of attention.
She gives a strangled half-growl, high in pitch and almost painful to his ears.
He keeps working at the nub of flesh, pressing down and circling it, gaining
pressure and friction as he does so. Stiles is simply keening, her hands
tugging hard at his hair until her body bucks and jerks several times and she
relaxes onto the mattress.
She's done and his hand's soaked completely from her orgasm.
He looks at her and takes in the picture of her lying there with her hands in
his hair and her body splayed and open in her languor.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but he knows she is watching him to see what his
next move is going to be.
Derek doesn't give her any hint of it. Just untangles her hands from his hair
and moves up her body to capture her mouth one more time. She melts into the
kiss and that's when he positions himself and thrusts deep and hard.
Stiles lets out a soft scream that he swallows up into another kiss as he
establishes a rhythm. It's a lot of starts and stuttered stops until Stiles
figures out how move with him, undulating her hips to meet his thrusts over and
over again, making him lose himself in the warmth and slickness of her cunt.
She's gasping and moaning in earnest and he pulls away to bite at her shoulder,
her neck, any part of her skin that he can find. She writhes against him as he
nips her, leaving bruises and hickies in his wake as he moves to claim every
inch of her body, inside and out.
Derek tangles his hands in her long hair and pins her to the bed as he gets
closer and closer to coming. He doesn't want to accidentally claw her or bite
her when he does. His wolf is too damned close, called up by her scent of of
arousal mixed with the slight bit of virgin blood and he's not going to risk
turning her by accident.
He's so close that he can taste it and he feels his claws come out. He doesn't
need a mirror to show him he's nearly wolfed out and his fangs are out. Stiles
isn't quiet either and it is with the chorus of her throaty screams that he
comes.
His vision sparkles and fuzzes out for a few moments and when it clears, he
finds his head is resting on her shoulder and her hands stroking his hair back.
He knows he should leave. Her father's going to come back soon and he's
not...he doesn't know where this is going to lead. If it will lead anywhere.
But it's not like he has anywhere to go, really.
And Stiles is just...perfect. In the way that her body fits against his and her
scent and the way that she's stroking his hair. It's not exactly the promise of
home or safety, but it's a damned sight closer than he's had in a while and he
isn't sure that he wants to give it up just yet.
"You can stay, you know. My dad's not going to come home till the morning and
it's not like you have a bed to rival mine."
He has to stifle a snort at that observation, but that's all he does. He
doesn't want to ruin the moment by talking.
"Besides, we can go for a second round if you stay and then you can meet my
frenemy coffee."
At that, he does laugh.
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