spamalot } { of first dates and staying for breakfast

[littlebitscary]

Fiona: [and here she appears for her usual coffee shop visit, lingering towards the back of the line as she waits her turn]

Derek: [sees her while working at the bar, looking up and gives her a small smirk before focusing back on his coffee]

Fiona: [she will take that smirk because no one should be surprised that she's here at this point]

Derek: [since she's at the end of the line, and amazingly no one is behind her, he finishes the other drinks quickly, and takes his time on hers, drawing an intricate tree with his mad foam art skills]

Fiona: [leans on the counter a bit to watch] So how was your weekend?

Derek: It was great. I kidnapped my sister. [and he's done and slides it carefully to her]

Fiona: [catches the cup and without skipping a beat] Sounds like fun. Get anything good for her?

Derek: Mental clarity and there's this stuffed bunny sitting on my desk from this fair game.

Fiona: Nice. A productive weekend.

Derek: Between college and her now in high school, we don't get to spend a lot of time together.

Fiona: She's still your biggest fan, though. It's sort of adorable.

Derek: Yeah, it is. Can't deny that she's my favorite.

Fiona: Speaking from my own baby of the family experience, all of my siblings are a pain in the ass. I can't decide if you lucked out or she did.

Derek: Well, you'd probably need to research that more to come up with an answer.

Fiona: Mmmm. We may actually have to spend real time together.

Derek: [he looks up at her, thinking a moment, then nodding to himself and grinning] How about Friday?

Fiona: [... didn't expect him to actually take that bait, which is why she's ... choking on her coffee. But only for a moment, and she regains her composure enough to spit out] What?

Derek: [grabs a napkin and hands it to her] Would Friday work for you?

Fiona: [takes it, gratefully before nodding] Uh ... sure. Friday's perfect.

Derek: [grabs his cup marker and a sleeve and writes his number on it, then slides it on her to go cup] Call me Thursday and we can figure out plans.

Fiona: [takes it with a nod] Okay. I will do that. [then she takes a step back] And I'm gonna go before I embarrass myself further.

Derek: That's fine. You can do it again in three hours. [he smiles, knowing her schedule]

Fiona: [laughs] Sounds good. [she gives him a wave, and heads back out the door]

Derek: [waves back, then turns and takes the ribbing from his coworkers who two exchange money because there was a bet on when he was going to finally ask]

Fiona: [clearly the winner was the smarter person here. And we skip to Fi calling him on Thursday?]

Derek: [yup, and Derek would be home after work sitting at his desk working on a project]

Fiona: [calls him and shoves her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she gets some personal time in with her puppy who's so not a puppy]

Derek: [snatches up the phone and grins, tucking in his earbuds to talk hands-free] This is Derek.

Fiona: Hey, it's Fiona. Is this a bad time?

Derek: Oh no, it's fine. I'm just working on some stuff that can wait. What's going on?

Fiona: Well, if you're still free Friday, I have two questions for you.

Derek: I'm completely free this Friday, even from work.

Fiona: Okay, so one, how do you feel about barbecue?

Derek: I'm good with barbeque as long as it's cooked right.

Fiona: Awesome. Because while my other cooking tends to leave something to be desired, I'm practically a grill master, so I thought that since we're just getting to know each other, maybe we could just ... hang out at my place, and I'll cook?

Derek: [looks at his kitchen, knowing how many microwave pizzas and mom's leftovers grace his fridge due to his lack of cooking skills] Sounds like a plan. Want me to bring anything?

Fiona: Whatever you like to drink? Though this does lead me to question number two: how do you feel about dogs?

Derek: I'm a beer drinker, or coronas. Do you have a preference? And yeah, I like dogs. [he is part wolf. please]

Fiona: [hey, some wolves don't get along with them, it's why she's double checking] Coronas are good. And you and Bob should get along fine. Perfect.

Derek: I just need the address. [because while he could sniff her out, that's probably bad idea on a first hangout]

Fiona: [and she rambles it off quickly] Around seven?

Derek: I'll see you then. [and he will get them a six pack, and probably a doggie treat for the dog because it's the right thing to do to make new friends]

Fiona: See you then. [smart boy. Bob will appreciate it greatly]

Derek: [and he hangs up and sits back in his chair a moment, then reaches for a baseball and tosses it in the air a few times, grinning to himself. of course, the next day he's having second guesses as he walks up to her place.]

Fiona: [the building is a little industrial, almost like the place where Derek actually lives in canon but nicer and with actual furniture. Basically it gives her a lot of space for her and Bob to move around and has a balcony so that she can grill - what more could a girl ask for? All the same Bob can sense Derek coming before she does, barking loudly in the direction of the door. Derek can also probably smell the chicken grilling - but he could probably smell that before he got inside the building]

Derek: [he smelt it in the parking lot and it smells great. He's got the six pack and a pig's ear for Bob, and somehow manages to knock.]

Bob: [only going to bark louder. THERE IS A WOLF AT THE DOOR SOMEONE IS HERE WHAT IS GOING ON]

Fiona: Hey, hey, can it. [to the dog, and after a moment she pulls open the door with a grin. She's wearing a tank top and jeans, is barefoot and has her hair pulled back to keep it out of the grill. Bob tries to nose around her leg to see who's at the door] Hey. C'mon in.

Derek: [grins at seeing her, then skirts his way in so that she can close the door without risking Bob getting free] Hey, smells good in here.

Fiona: Thanks. [she slides the door behind him and steps to the side a bit so that Bob can get at him. the dog moves cautiously, sniffing curiously as he does] Derek, this is Bob. Bob this is Derek.

Derek: [crouches down, putting down the beer and holding out his free hand to the Rot while his other worked to pull the pig ear out of the bag] Hey Bob, you know how to shake?

Bob: [he does, but he's going to thoroughly investigate that hand first because he smells wolf. But after a few minutes of careful sniffing, he decides that Derek is okay to be around Fiona and headbutts the man's hand to signal his approval. ... And the go after that pig ear because OH HEY WHAT'S THAT.]

Fiona: [laughs before reaching forward to give his collar a bit of a tug] He asked you to shake. [Bob looks between her and Derek dubiously for a moment and she rolls her eyes] Oh, come on, you know how this works. [pathetic whine is pathetic] Bobby. Shake. [eventually he decides that dragging it out isn't going to get him what he wants and obediently places his front paw in Derek's hand] He's a little shit most of the time.

Derek: Reminds me of my sister when she was younger. [Derek shakes and then hands Bob the ear] Good boy. Here's your reward.

Bob: [yep, he's going to take that and bolt across the room before Derek can have second thoughts and take it back. AHAHA IT'S HIS NOW, SUCKER.]

Fiona: [just laughs as she watches him go] You're aware that you're setting a dangerous precedent here, right?

Derek: If it keeps me in his favor, remembering a bone or ear when I visit is a worthwhile investment. [he hands her the six pack] Also brought you a treat.

Fiona: [grins as she takes it before nodding] Excellent. Kitchen's this way. [and with that she'll lead the way through the open living room to the kitchen area. Standard stove/fridge/sink combo with a spice rack on the counter against the wall, but none of those spices are actually for cooking. The door to the balcony is open so that she can keep an eye on the grill and to the left is a couch with a small table in front of it] It's usually just me so I don't exactly have a dining room. [she places the drinks down on the table, and takes one to pop the top for herself] Chicken should be done in a bit, I flipped them just before you got here.

Derek: It's a nice place you got here. I'd love something like this, but can't afford it on a barista's salary.

Fiona: [nods a bit as she takes a sip, moving to drop down to the couch] I usually need something like this - they're usually more likely to be pet friendly, plus it's better for my security deposit if work happens to follow me home.

Derek: [takes one of the drinks and undoes the top easily, then goes to sit across from her] How often does that happen?

Fiona: Not that often? But when it does it's ... holes in the wall, tears in the carpet. All things that aren't exactly the markings of a great tenant.

Derek: I'm sure the blood stains are a bitch to get out of the drapes too.

Fiona: [makes a face] Usually better off just throwing them out - which, also, can make for it's own brand of trouble. For people who can self-heal, you guys can bleed.

Derek: I've luckily never gotten into any trouble where I had to learn that through experience. Worst I got was a broken leg in basketball and I had to let them take me to the hospital because the bone was poking out and it was just so awkward.

Fiona: [cringes] Did they make you fake through crutches too?

Derek: Yeah. Mom told me I needed to take one for the pack. It was horrible.

Fiona: [smirks] At least that's not as bad as my sister when she got the bite. She was a hemophiliac before - she kept cutting herself and watching it heal after like she was five and had gotten the best Christmas gift she'd ever had.

Derek: Yeah, I think we all go through that stage. So your sister is a wolf then?

Fiona: [she nods] It's how I got into all of this. She was kind of like my mom when I was a kid, but when she got sick it was ... bad. She was dating a guy who was a beta in a pack in town, and he got his alpha to give her the bite. I sort of ... dug into everything from there and their emissary noticed I had talent.

Derek: Sometimes the bites are a gift in that way. Looks like it worked out well for the both of you.

Fiona: [she nods] They explained the risks and we were really worried it wasn't going to take at first. But she wanted to at least take the chance.

Derek: How's she doing now?

Fiona: Good. The pack is really great - kind of like your mom's pack where a lot of them are family.

Derek: [nods] good. Those packs are usually harmless and good to each other. I'm glad to hear that.

Fiona: Yep. Plus we worry about her a lot less. Before she could cut herself making dinner and it would mean a trip to the hospital.

Derek: So why aren't you emissary to them?

Fiona: Their pack already had one that they trusted for a long time. I ... wanted to find my own way.

Derek: And so you figured out how to make it a contract job?

Fiona: I figured that's a good way of getting experience until I find the right pack.

Derek: Good way to make money too, I bet.

Fiona: [she nods a bit as she takes another sip of her beer] It's a win-win. [and she glances towards the grill] And the chicken smells done. I'll be right back.

Derek: Need any help?

Fiona: There should be plates on the counter if you want to grab them.

Derek: On it. [beer down, wolf up to grab the plates and follow her out onto the balcony.]

Fiona: [she opens the top of the grill, letting the full smell of the marinade hit them as it does. She turns to him as she picks up the tongs, grabbing one of the plates from him] How many pieces?

Derek: [oh my god that smells amazing] My appetite? You probably want to take what you want first and give me the rest.

Fiona: [smirks and grabs a couple pieces for herself before placing the plate to the side and loading up the rest for him] Enjoy.

Derek: That healing factor does come with a price. [he was just enjoying the smells right now] But I promise, I still have manners when I eat. [wolf humor]

Fiona: [she laughs, before turning off the grill and grabbing her plate] Hey, I like a guy who can eat. You won't find me complaining.

Derek: [follows her back in, unsure if they are going back to the living room or kitchen spaces]

Fiona: [living room. She settles back on the couch, tucking one leg under her so that she can sit comfortably] So what were we talking about?

Derek: Your sister, and then your freelancing.

Fiona: Right. So that is a lot about me. What about you?

Derek: Grew up in Beacon Hills, played basketball and baseball, went off the Berkeley and got a degree in English Literature and now I'm home in an apartment that could be a closet here and working at a coffee shop.

Fiona: Why English Lit?

Derek: I like to read. Something about the way you can take fiction and layer in history, politics, religion... anything into stories that have nothing to actually do with the topics.

Fiona: What's your favorite book?

Derek: That is almost impossible to answer. Though I have a fondness for Dickens.

Fiona: Interesting. Though hopefully I won't lose points for saying that Dickens was not my favorite.

Derek: Nope, I guess I'm going to have to leave and take my beer elsewhere. [totally joking]

Fiona: Hey, the beer was a gift. You can't take back a gift. [also joking]

Derek: Alright, then I'll finish my dinner first. It was handed to me, so that makes it a gift too.

Fiona: Fine. [she smirks as she takes another bite of hers] Guess you'll have to put up with my heathen ways for a little while longer.

Derek: I guess so. [he grins back, and if he was a cat, he would purr at how good this chicken is] So where did you get the recipe?

Fiona: Old family secret. Leah taught it to me when we were kids.

Derek: Well, this is amazing. Thank you.

Fiona: It was my pleasure, really. I rarely ever get to cook for anyone.

Derek: That mean you cook for Bob all the time?

Fiona: Well, he doesn't appreciate the spices angle quite so much. So he just gets the straight chicken.

Derek: He doesn't know what he's missing.

Fiona: He's a dog. He just appreciates that the meat is hot and not coming from a can.

Derek: Well, we all strive for that. Though I sometimes forget the can part.

Fiona: Sometimes the can is unfortunate but necessary.

Derek: I do have a very unhealthy love with Spaghetti-O's.

Fiona: See, I can appreciate that. Spaghetti-O’s are a classic.

Derek: Best thing when studying for finals at 3am

Fiona: Or when you're stuck in a motel and have to make due with whatever you can cook on a hot plate.

Derek: Better than the dollar menu at McDonalds.

Fiona: [makes a face] McDonalds is gross.

Derek: Talk to someone with enhanced senses. People have no idea what is in those things. At least the Spaghetti-O’s is real ingredients drenched in tomato sugar.

Fiona: [she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head] I don't really do fast food to begin with. It's just ... so much grease.

Derek: Well, if you can cook this well, you shouldn't need to eat out.

Fiona: Only when I'm on the road. I like to cook. It's ... relaxing.

Derek: That's what reading is to me.

Fiona: Do you like to write too?

Derek: I dabble at it.

Fiona: But you're not writing the next great supernatural romance trilogy, then? [teasing]

Derek: [literally chokes on his chicken]

Fiona: [may actually be cackling unapologetically, as soon as she's sure he's not actually dying]

Derek: [is finally able to breathe and panting a bit] No. God no and I would hope someone in my family would put me out of my misery if I considered that.

Fiona: [still laughing a bit, regaining her own breathing but for completely different reasons] Good to know.

Derek: Actually, I'm writing a book retelling the American reconstruction age through the eyes of an immortal and comparison to the politics to that time verses what the past has shown and what the future he sees in visions dictate.

Fiona: [nods slowly as she considers that before shaking her head] Yeah, I didn't get all of that. But it sounds interesting.

Derek: I'm actually trying to apply for grad school that would allow me to write it and earn my masters.

Fiona: [nods as she sucks some of the leftover marinade off her fingers] Back to Berkeley?

Derek: I don't know yet. I was thinking Georgetown, but I don't want to be far from home. Debating the feasibility of an online portal grad college.

Fiona: I studied naturopathic medicine. I'm not really the person to ask. A lot of my training was hands on.

Derek: [biting back a sly remark about hands on learning] Mine is a lot of writing and research. I don't think the desk really matters in the end.

Fiona: [well, that's a shame, she'd be happy to show him] I guess you're right. Work with what works best for you, right?

Derek: Exactly.

Fiona: Got it. [she glances over and places her plate to the side before turning back to face him again] So we've covered school, jobs, family. Should I even try sports, or are you just going to disappoint me by not being a Giants fan?

Derek: Depends on if you're talking about the football team or the baseball team.

Fiona: Football. Tragically, I'm a Mets fan when it comes to baseball.

Derek: [just sucks on his lips and doesn't speak.]

Fiona: [eyes close] Tell me you're at least not a Patriots fan.

Derek: I can tell you I'm not. I actually never got into football. I'm a Knicks fan. And sport league rugby.

Fiona: I will allow the Knicks. My family just never was into basketball, it was all football all the time.

Derek: Well, then you can educate me on football.

Fiona: Challenge accepted.

Derek: And I can show you basketball.

Fiona: Sounds good.

Derek: [and he's finishing up his dinner] Thank you again, this is just amazing.

Fiona: [grins as she reaches for his plate to clean up] It was my pleasure.

Derek: [gives it to her] So what do you want to do now?

Fiona: We could see what's on TV? Or I have movies and stuff - not a lot, but some.

Derek: We could see what's on TV.

Fiona: It's over there. I'm just gonna put these in the sink to soak. [she gestures vaguely in the direction of another sitting area, this one away from the balcony and clustered around a television set]

Derek: [pulls himself up and goes over, grabbing the remote and flipping through the stations while standing]

Fiona: [bustles around in the kitchen for a bit, before making her way over to stand next to him] Anything good?

Derek: Stanley Cup, a bunch of season finales and a singing show. Haven't hit the cable stations if you have them.

Fiona: I do but I don't know if they'll be much better.

Derek: We could just go out for a drive. It's a nice day.

Fiona: Or a walk. Bob could probably do with some time out of the house.

Derek: Then let's do that. [because sorry Bob, not getting in the shiny car]

Bob: [BUT DEREK HE JUST WANTS TO FEEL THE WIND IN HIS HAIR. Regardless, the dog seems to have a sixth sense for "outside" and is already bounding over, clearly excited for whatever's going down.]

Fiona: [laughs] Let me just grab the leash.

Derek: You sure he doesn't understand English?

Fiona: I think it's a selective understanding more than anything else. He knows the words he likes and chooses to ignore everything else.

Derek: Sounds like my uncle. [he turns the TV off and tosses the controller onto the couch]

Fiona: [returns with the leash and crouches down to hook Bob's collar to it] Peter? Or do you have another uncle?

Derek: Just Peter.

Fiona: [nods as she stands and tugs Bob over so that she can find a pair of shoes. she settles on flip-flops as she does] He seems ... nice enough?

Derek: I don't think he ever grew out of his mysterious teenage mentality. But he's family, and a single father. Did you meet Malia at all?

Fiona: [goes to tug the door open and nods as Bob nearly yanks her arm off trying to get outside] Briefly. I was leaving as she was arriving.

Derek: She's a good kid. About Cora’s age, and sharper than a blade. She is really Peter's daughter.

Fiona: That will probably serve her well. If there's anything Peter knows it's how to navigate the world.

Derek: I wouldn't be surprised if they try and take over the world.

Fiona: [smirks a bit as Bob leads them back to the ground floor and out into the world, immediately charging forward to investigate all the new smells including Derek's car.]

Derek: Pee on the car, Bob, and no more treats.

Fiona: [eyebrows raise] Nice car.

Derek: Gift from my dad when I graduated college.

Fiona: Generous dad. [she gives the lease a bit of a tug and Bob whines but follows her lead, turning and heading down the sidewalk]

Derek: He's not around much, but he checks in from time to time to see how I'm doing. I think he was proud I actually went to school and didn't just get involved in pack life.

Fiona: Is he a wolf too?

Derek: No. A veterinarian, actually. And not Deaton.

Fiona: I wasn't going to assume that. [okay, she might have] Is he an emissary like Deaton?

Derek: Nope. Mom wanted a family and he knew about the world because of high school. They never got married but they really cared about each other back then.

Fiona: Hey, at least he was around, which is ... more than I can say for both my parents.

Derek: I'm sorry. But he moved when Cora was four? Five? He's down in San Bernardino now.

Fiona: [she shrugs] Leah managed well enough. And I had two older brothers too, so I was never lacking family.

Derek: Well, that's good. So you guys all just took care of each other growing up?

Fiona: Pretty much. We got good at it. We even got taken in by Leah's pack a little, even though we were human.

Derek: We have a couple of humans in the pack. Dad's considered pack even though he never wanted to be a wolf.

Fiona: [she nods] Leah said it was something like that. I don't know. I've always had people around looking out for me, they've just never really been parents.

Derek: Well, be careful or my mom will start mothering you.

Fiona: Is that a good or bad thing?

Derek: Depending on how smothered you like being.

Fiona: Define smothered.

Derek: Having her question everything in your day, offer helpful advice, and then shove pie at you because you're too thin and need to eat more.

Fiona: I like the sound of pie. I think I can put up with the rest if the end result is pie.

Derek: If it's not pie, it's cookies or brownies.

Fiona: I'm still not seeing a downside.

Derek: No, there really isn't a downside unless she wants to talk about things you'd rather not talk about.

Fiona: Ahhh, but then you just need to learn the delicate balance of saying things without really saying anything at all.

Derek: Yeah, but here's the problem, I'm the only guy - sans Peter - in this house. Which is why I don't live at the house. And they are all psychics. [solemn nod]

Fiona: Mmmm. Psychic family. Clearly they must be stopped.

Derek: [laughs] Well, it's more a pack thing. We can feel emotions sometimes off others, and when you're family, you want to make sure they are happy. And Hale women just don't know when to let the little boy brood in a corner.

Fiona: [laughs] I see. Well, brooding boys don't really fly when it comes to sisters. Or mothers for that matter. They don't really get the sex appeal.

Derek: How am I supposed to become a dark and mysterious writer if I can't brood? It's horrible. [grinning]

Fiona: I guess it'll just be one of those challenges you have to overcome through strength of character.

Derek: I guess so. But the pie is good, so I overcome.

Fiona: As I said - everything is worth it for pie.

Derek: Wait until you taste it. You'll never see commercial pie the same way again.

Fiona: I hope you realize how dangerous that suggestion is. If her pie is that good you may never be able to get rid of me.

Derek: Well, Deaton probably could use the help

Fiona: He could. But you would have to deal with me continuing to get coffee from you multiple times a day.

Derek: Keeps me in a job, I'm not seeing a bad side here

Fiona: Well, I guess if you're not sick of me yet, can't get worse. [and ahead of them Bob is investigating a tree. He's decided that he likes this tree and is going to claim this tree as his own]

Derek: Nope, not sick of you yet. [far from it]

Fiona: [a slow smile at that before nodding] Good.

Derek: You know, another block that way is probably some of the best milkshakes in town.

Fiona: [she brightens even more] You are speaking my language.

Derek: Come on. I bet we can even get a doggie dish.


Fiona: [nods before tugging a bit on the leash] Lead the way.

Derek: [and takes her to one of the old mom & pop ice cream soda shops.] So, are you a chocolate girl, or a strawberry?

Fiona: Chocolate. I'm allergic to strawberry.

Derek: Good to know. I can go in and grab them while you hang out here with Bob. I don't think dogs are allowed in

Fiona: [nods as she crouches down to try and get him to sit] Sounds good. I'll be here.

Derek: [goes in and comes back out about five minutes later with a chocolate shake and a chocolate peanut butter shake]

Fiona: [has Bob on his back rubbing his belly. Getting him to behave went better than expected and she looks up with a smile] Which one's mine?

Derek: Depends on if you want peanut butter in yours. Also, nothing dog friendly, so Bob's out of luck

Fiona: I think he’ll live. Gimme peanut butter.

Derek: [hands it over, even if it was really his. He's a good guy like that]

Fiona: [you're a sweet guy, Derek. She will make it up to you. She takes it with a smile before getting to her feet] Thanks.

Derek: [he's trying to be the good momma's boy and not seduce her on the first date] No problem.

Fiona: [... Derek, giving her the chocolate peanut butter milkshake is not deterring her from wanting to sleep with you. In fact, it is doing the opposite. Good job. She takes a long sip and her eyebrows go up in surprise] Wow that's good.

Derek: Told you. There's a lot of hidden secrets in this town you just gotta have a local show you

Fiona: Then I guess you'll have to show me some more next time.

Derek: So I pass the test for a next time?

Fiona: [she grins as she takes another step closer] With flying colors.

Derek: [oh hey, did he miss some signs because that was a definite walk closer because I like you step] I like hearing that.

Fiona: [yep. definitely that. But now it's time for them to head back towards her apartment] Good. Because I definitely like to see more of you. [in more ways than one]

Derek: I think that can be arranged.

Fiona: You get to pick what we do, though. Since I handled the planning this time around.

Derek: I only have today and tomorrow off, and then I'm not free again until Thursday.

Fiona: [she pauses for a moment before tipping her head to the side, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip] We could do breakfast?

Derek [thinks] We could. The one thing I do know how to make is bacon and eggs.

Fiona: I have lots of bacon and eggs, so that works out.

Derek: So you want me to come over on Thursday morning and make you breakfast?

Fiona: Yes. [there's a beat as she takes another sip of her milkshake] Or you could ... not leave tonight. [a beat] Or both.

Derek: [as his eyebrows just both go up at that very open suggestion as he sucks on the straw.] You sure you can handle what you're asking for? [and there is the sly grin]

Fiona: [she grins around the edge of her straw, but she doesn't back down either] Well, I'm not working with a whole lot of evidence here, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I've been with guys like you [meaning werewolves] before.

Derek: So are you wanting this for yourself or for research purposes only?

Fiona: [eyebrows climb at the challenge and stopping, turning to take another step closer to him] For me. The evidence I was referring to was you haven't even kissed me yet.

Derek: Maybe I've been waiting for the right moment.

Fiona: [she nods a bit, before turning to start walking again] Sometimes waiting can be overrated.

Derek: [licks his lips, debating about pushing her against the wall and kissing her, but deciding not to and instead sipping on his milkshake as he slipped in beside her]

Fiona: [she lets them both back into her apartment again and lets Bob off his leash, and he runs off to his end of the apartment to take a well earned nap. She hangs up the leash, and goes back to close the door behind him.] So are you staying for breakfast?

Derek: [and the wolf makes his move at that point. The moment she turns around to face him from closing the door he's pushing her back up against it, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her nice and hard]

Fiona: [oh, that's much better. She lets him push her into the door, her hands moving to his shoulders to steady herself. As she starts to kiss him back, she pushes up onto her toes, giving herself a little extra height to make up the seven inch difference between them.]

Derek: [he doesn't mind the height difference, though he is more than willing to pick her up after a bit so that they were even height and she could easily wrap her legs around his waist]

Fiona: [goes with it, hooking her legs behind his back and leaning back into the door more, one hand coming up to brush against the side of his face, fingers sliding back into his hair]

Derek: [He's fine with the door for a moment, but soon he's going to pull her away from it, holding her against him, and carry her to the couch]

Fiona: [there's a slight hum as she pulls away, shifting her weight to make her easier to carry, but when she realizes where he's going she pulls back] Wait. Bedroom. Unless you want cold dog nose in really uncomfortable places.

Derek: [stops just before dropping her onto it, then nods] Good point.

Fiona: [points back towards one of the doors behind the kitchen] That one. [and as he walks her lips will brush against his jaw and down his neck]

Derek: [not having to hide his wolf speed makes it an easy transition, and he's got her on the bed, door shut, and he's already working on pulling his shirt off within the next kiss break]

Fiona: [reaches up to help him pull his shirt off over his head, her fingers trailing down his chest softly, before leaning back and pulling off her tank top off over her head]

Derek: [He is skinnier than in canon, but his abs and chest are very well defined from his sports. He closes his eyes at her touch - it's been a few weeks and he thrives on physical contact - and then he returns the favor and runs his hands up her stomach and to cup her breasts]

Fiona: [she arches a bit into his hands, a soft sigh at the touch, before reaching up and pulling him in for a kiss again, her hands cupping his face before sliding down over his shoulders]

Derek: [comes down to kiss her again, caressing and squeezing with his hands as he pressed his hips against hers]

Fiona: [she moans softly at the press of him against her, drawing her knees up a bit so she has leverage to press back against him with a soft rock of her hips]

Derek: [his hands soon leave and move south, going to her jeans and starting to get them unbuttoned]

Fiona: [shifts and lifts her hips so that he can get them off her, her hands slowly trailing down his sides towards his waist]

Derek: [He takes her hands and puts them on his shoulders, and gives her a smirk before he goes down on her, inhaling her scent]

Fiona: [her teeth rake over her bottom lip and her fingers slowly slide up and card through his hair]

Derek: [enhanced senses really make this fun for him, being able to see how her smell and taste changes based on what he does, and he plans to enjoy this for a while]

Fiona: [leans back and enjoys the ride, giving little tugs or sighs when he hits a good spot, her hips pushing up towards his mouth with small shifts]

Derek: [he waits until he can get her off at least twice before he starts pulling his jeans off and starts sliding back up her. He has a condom in his pocket out of habit and puts it on the bed in reach] Good?

Fiona: [nods, a slow lazy smile on her lips as she slides one hand up his chest to his neck, pulling him closer] Very.

Derek: You realize I'm just starting, right? [kisses her]

Fiona: [hums softly into the kiss, before she slides her legs up to frame his hips, squeezing them tightly before flipping them over so that he's on his back beneath her] Me too.

Derek: [grins, not complaining] Then don't let me stop you.

Fiona: [she grins in response, before leaning in to kiss him again, her fingers trailing down his arms to find his hands, pushing them back up over his head]

Derek: [is distracted with the kiss not to really mind his arms being moved all that much. He never developed the distrust in being manipulated like that his this world]

Fiona: [Which is good for Fi. But she's not going to tie him up or anything. She's just going to curl his fingers around the bars in the headboard, before breaking the kiss and whispering against his lips] Stay.

Derek: [his fingers grip the bar and he nods after she gives her command. He can be a good puppy when he wants to be]

Fiona: [the grin widens and she kisses him briefly, before trailing her lips down his neck and to his chest, following the path of her hands as they trail down his torso. Occasionally she'll lick or nip more than kiss, but she'll just make her way down lower only pausing when her hands are resting on his hips]

Derek: [he closes his eyes, groaning as he just lets his sense of touch tell his brain what was going on. He enjoyed each touch, the pressure and the tingles that came with the changes between licking and nipping at his skin.]

Fiona: [eventually her hand moves from his hip to wrap around him, moving with a slow even pressure as she listens, trying to gauge what he likes and what he doesn't. You don't need enhanced senses for that - just to be paying attention]

Derek: [his fingers tighten more, and her headboard may make a noise as his strength gets a bit away from him in the moment. Not breaking it, but there may be finger welts in the back of the design now. He honestly likes it all, but when she does that thing with her tongue on the top his hips arch up just a bit more]

Fiona: [she notices, may work that into rotation a little more than the others, just taking her time and not minding the abuse to her headboard. It's probably seen a lot worse.]

Derek: [his heart rate increases to a point where he isn't even controlling the subtle shift and his fangs slide out. His eyes are closed from his own habit to keep his partners from seeing the color flash in his eyes and he gives a strangled groan. She would feel him getting close and harder, almost at the edge]

Fiona: [she'll keep going and push him over the edge if he doesn't stop her, feeling the way he's tensing and if anything picking up speed to push him over faster]

Derek: [he'll let her do it because he has amazing and practiced stamina, and he can usually go 2-3 rounds before his body softens.]

Fiona: [then away they go, and she pulls off gently, pressing a kiss to his stomach softly as crawls her way back up again] I also like to return favors.

Derek: [kisses her, not caring at all about the taste on her lips that some guys don't care for.] So I see. You're damn good at that too

Fiona: [hums softly into the kiss] I like to be good at what I do.

Derek: [lets go of the headboard and one hand slides to her hip, pulling her against him nice and close as he kisses her. HIs fangs have slid back into hiding]

Fiona: [she settles in closer, one leg hooking over his hips while her hand slides up to cup his face gently, keeping him close and kissing her]

Derek: [it'll give him a chance to recover as he kisses her, then down along her neck where he will nip her. It also lets his eyes look over her back where he finally gets to taking her bra off]

Fiona: [she pushes up a little when she feels the clasp give one hand pulling away from him so she can toss the garment to the side. She pushes back against him again, moaning softly at the feel of his skin against hers]

Derek: [skin against skin is good, but soon his hand is going to cup a breast and push it up so that he could suck on it]

Fiona: [shifts a bit, pushing up so that he can get it at it more, one hand moving to the headboard to brace her weight]

Derek: [keeps at it, slowly rolling her onto her back before switching breasts]

Fiona: [lets herself be rolled, arching up into him and his hands and tongue and not really caring who's on top so long as he keeps doing that]

Derek: [he will keep doing it for a while, one of his hands going to search for the condom on the bed and hold it a moment before he goes to work getting it on. He tosses the packet away, his hands sliding up along her thighs with the hint of nails scratching at her skin]

Fiona: [moans softly at the scratches, her legs parting for him as he moves closer, one leg hooking over his hip to draw him in]

Derek: [and with that invitation, he pulls on her nipple a bit with his teeth, releases it to kneel up a bit more, and then thrusts in as deep as he can]

Fiona: [she gasps softly as he enters her, fingers digging into his sides a bit as her hips rise to meet him]

Derek: [he would kiss her, but he wants to watch her face as he grips her hips and pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts right back in. Over and over again, changing angles every few thrusts]

Fiona: [she's aware that he's watching her, and at first she tries to meet his gaze, the competitor in her wanting to hold onto it, but eventually she can't, her eyes falling closed when he hits just the right angle. Her nails dig in, dragging just a bit, while her hips still push up to meet him as best she can]

Derek: [the animal in him is pleased with that when she can't hold his gaze and he starts to go just a bit harder, just a bit faster. He's not the one listening to see what she likes and doesn't and how to best pleasure her]

Fiona: [harder and faster is good, and she can feel herself climbing closer and closer to the edge. She shifts the leg hooked over his hip just enough to push herself up more, changing the angle just so he can push a little bit deeper right where she needs it]

Derek: [he can feel the change and smell how her scent is changing, and aims right where is wanting him too... once. twice. and then he shifts on purpose because no, he's going to make you beg for it]

Fiona: [there's a whimper when he changes, almost a whine as her eyes flash open at him in surprise] Derek!

Derek: [such a horrible wolf grin she gets in response.] What, you were expecting this? [one thrust the way she wants it, then different angle again]

Fiona: [there's another whimper as he shifts the angle again, and looks up at him indignantly, the challenge back in her eyes again] Don't tease.

Derek: [he leans down to nip her lower lip playfully, and then goes and thrusts into the position she wants, not stopping this time]

Fiona: [she moans softly against his lips louder as she realizes what he's doing and then she's kissing him breathlessly, trying to use it to ground her as she feels herself finally go falling over the edge]

Derek: [he tried to keep her on those waves, continuing to tease her hot spot, his hand coming up to pinch her nipple]

Fiona: [it works for the most part, her body not able to completely come down, and it doesn't take long for her to start feeling like she's falling over again] Fuck, Derek.

Derek: [he slides his lips over to her ear, nibbling on it a moment] Harder, you say? [and he's thrusting in just that bit more, because wolf strength. He had been with enough humans to know his limits, but she obviously wanted more. Nowhere near where he could hurt her, but his fingers on her hip would dig in just a bit more for leverage]

Fiona: [moans with the increased pressure, not even protesting the change of pace. Her legs shift a bit, locking her ankles around his waist and keeping him close as she hold on for the ride] Yes. Harder.

Derek: [his lips go to suck and nip her shoulder as the hand on her breast moves to the headboard, giving him even better leverage to literally fuck her as hard as he can. He can feel himself reaching the brink again as his fangs slide out and he pulls his head back, eyes closed and head tilted back]

Fiona: [her head tips back as he pulls away from her, and she notices that his eyes are still closed, but she's too caught up in what he's doing to think about it too much, too focused on dragging him over the edge with her this time. She pushes her hips up, fingers digging into his back hard enough where there would be welts if he was human, her body tightening against his as she feels herself start to fall]

Derek: [he keeps going, and when he feels her tighten around him, he changes to her favorite angle and thrusts as hard as he could without breaking her as he came, a strangled howl coming from his throat.]

Fiona: [she follows him over the edge hard, and drops back against the bed as she comes down, sweaty and sated and probably going to be sore in the morning, and just lets him stay where he is on top of her. The hands that were digging onto his sides turn into soft strokes, and her lips come forward to brush against his shoulder]

Derek: [he's panting, sliding down to rest comfortably on top of her. His nose buries itself in her neck and hair, taking in her scent as he focuses on getting his control back over his fangs and eyes. He plants soft kisses on her shoulder until then, his hands just lazily running along her body.]

Fiona: [she hums softly at the contact, and as she does, her mind starts to clear a bit, and she turns slightly to look at him] You don't have to hide from me, you know.

Derek: [opens up his normal hazel eyes to her, confused] What do you mean?

Fiona: Your eyes. [it took her a second to get it and she probably would have if he wasn't fucking her brains out at the time, but the way he closed his eyes and pulled away ... it makes sense, habit and all that. But he doesn't have to.] I know what you are. You don't have to hide it.

Derek: [he just shrugs, but it's obvious he's not comfortable with the topic] I'm just used to doing it at this point.

Fiona: [she nods, her fingers tracing a gentle pattern against his arm] I know. I'm just saying. It's not going to scare me away.

Derek: [no, it's worse. She knows what blue eyes means, and he just looks away from her, suddenly thinking this is a bad idea] It's not that.

Fiona: [oh that's ... not good. She frowns, and then her eyes fall to his shoulder, feeling stupid for pushing the issue] Never mind. Forget I said anything.

Derek: No, it's fine. [but the moment is lost and he starts to pull away to get up] Let me go take this off. [meaning the condom]

Fiona: [she lets him go, willingly untangling herself from him and rolling to just relax against the sheets, eyes closed as she mentally kicks herself a few dozen times. Good job, Fi.]

Derek: [he takes care of business in the bathroom, hands gripped on the sink after that, staring at himself in the mirror a moment before he goes to wash his hands. He knows she is an emissary and not a hunter, but most people who knew of the supernatural world saw the blue and just saw a killer wolf. He just can't deal with that in a relationship and he knew it put the pack at risk]

Fiona: [Well, thank you for assuming the worst of her, Derek. She appreciates that. Only not at all, and it's a good thing she can't hear that little internal monologue.]

Derek: [that's why it's an internal monologue. And why Derek sucks at relationships]

Fiona: [true story. But yeah, she's just going to lie here and wait for him to come back, hoping he doesn't leave, even though she has a feeling he probably will]

Derek: [no, he won't leave. But when he comes back, he just sits on the edge of the bed. Because he isn't sure what to do there. He wants to trust her but he has his walls and they are there for a reason and if he doesn't trust someone, he would become 'weird Uncle Derek' and he doesn't want that either]

Fiona: [she watches him for a moment, trying to figure out what's going on inside his head, which is ... impossible. She doesn't know him that well yet. But she wants to try. she pushes up on her knees, pulling the covers back on the bed because she's starting to cool down she can feel the aching need for sleep in every limb. But if he's going to stay, she wants him to stay. her hand finds his, and she gives him a slight tug to get him to face her] C'mere.

Derek: [he looks over at her, then turns more just to look at her.] I'm sorry, I'm just... I overthink things sometimes.

Fiona: I'm getting that. [she sits back on her knees, keeping his hand in hers] Sometimes saying it helps. If anything just to ... get it out there. In here - [one finger comes up to tap against his temple gently] - is usually where it does he most damage.

Derek: [he nods, listening] I don't want you to hate me. Or think I'm something I'm not. [there, he said it out loud]

Fiona: [her brow furrows in confusion at that, but her hand stays in his] Why do you think I would - [it takes her a minute, but she's not stupid. he started getting weird when she started talking about his eyes and it didn't take long for her to connect the dots.] - Oh. [for the record, it's not a bad "oh." it's just an "oh." and after a minute she looks back at him] You didn't want me to think you were a killer. [which from her tone, she doesn't. because she has a feeling a real killer wouldn't care]

Derek: [he nods, seeing that she figured it out, and his eyes flash their bright blue color in reaction to the emotion spiking in him] Most of my family doesn't even know.

Fiona: [her face softens a bit, and she moves closer, giving his hand a soft squeeze] I've met a lot of wolves with blue eyes who aren't killers. They had good reasons, or it was an accident. Your color of your eyes doesn't dictate who you are unless you let it.

Derek: Maybe not, but most people don't think the way you do. [so says Peter Hale] I've kept it secret for almost ten years now. Hiding it is what I do. That's why I'm not involved with pack affairs, and why I don't go near hunters. It would bring trouble to the house.

Fiona: [well, Peter Hale is a jerk. And she thinks that this is awful and wrong and it shouldn't matter because they're his pack and they love him no matter what, but that isn't her place to say. She can only really speak for herself.] Well you don't have to hide from me.

Derek: [she gets a small smile at of him, more genuine and less cocky male for the first time all night and he squeezes her hand back] Thank you.

Fiona: [she smiles in return, leaning in to kiss him softly, before pulling back towards the head] Which side of the bed to you sleep on?

Derek: [his hand cups her cheek as they kiss, then he follows her] Doesn't matter. I just like to cuddle.

Fiona: [smirks a bit as she settles onto the right side, pulling the covers up over them both once he settles] A man who likes to cuddle. Not many who'll admit to that.

Derek: Hey you said I didn't have to hide from you about what I am. And I'm a cuddler. [and he pulls her into his arms, pressing up against her back easily]

Fiona: [she laughs softly as she settles, leaning back into him as she does] Did I say I was complaining?

Derek: Nope.

Fiona: I didn't think so. [she hums a bit as she settles, eyes closing as she stays close] Still gonna stay for breakfast, right?

Derek: Planning on it. [he kisses her shoulder]

Fiona: [she smiles a bit before nodding] Good. [and she's not going to be awake for much longer, because he wore her out]

Derek: [and he's not that far behind her, his hands protective and keeping her close to him]

Fiona: [and she will be out for a good long while. Mmmmmm sleep and cuddles]

Derek: [he wakes up first then, but doesn't get out of bed right away, nuzzling in closer]

Fiona: [makes a tiny happy noise as she curls back into him, but doesn't completely rouse yet]

Derek: [he was the one going to make breakfast, but he has a feeling Bob will want food too and he doesn't know where the dog's food is. So he's just going to stay in bed. But he kisses along her shoulder again, his hand gently caressing her stomach.]

Fiona: [there's another hum as she starts to stir, then a groan as the way her body feels catches up to her. Yep. Definitely sore.] I should have stretched.

Derek: You should have. [he grins and kisses her neck again] But I'm not sorry either.

Fiona: You shouldn't be. It's a good sore. [if there ever was such a thing.]

Derek: I can massage it if you want. [and that hand on her stomach slips lower]

Fiona: [she bucks slightly as he does but shakes her head] If you start that, we will get distracted and I will be late to meet your mom.

Derek: Wait, you're going to see my mom today? [and his eyes open a bit wider]

Fiona: [she nods a bit, trying not to be amused by that] Later. Around two.

Derek: Do me a favor? [he kissed her shoulder again] Shower really, really well.

Fiona: [at that, she does laugh] Don't worry. I don't want to show up broadcasting "I spent last night rolling around in the sheets with your son" either.

Derek: Good. Why don't you shower first then, and I'll cook you breakfast like I promised.

Fiona: Mmm. Sounds perfect.

Derek: [he rolled her over and kissed her proper first, his fingers running through her hair]

Fiona: [she sighs softly into the kiss, one hand moving to his side as she leans into him a bit]

Derek: [he's a lot gentler this morning, not caught up in the heat of the moment and just savoring the press of her lips against his]

Fiona: [she doesn't mind the gentle. She leans in softly, fingers brushing against his side]

Derek: [he keeps kissing her, and finally he pulled his head back] Good morning.

Fiona: [smiles back at him] Morning.

Derek: I'll meet you in the kitchen?

Fiona: [nods a bit] Sounds good.

Derek: [and he's getting out of bed, looking for his pants to get them on]

Fiona: [will just lie there and watch him wander around naked. Don't mind her.]

Derek: [she will be able to see his back tattoo that he got while in college. Family symbology]

Fiona: [she recognizes it. She'll probably trace her fingers over it later, but for right now she's just watching him]

Derek: [he finally pulls his pants on, looking over at her as he finally stands up, his flat stomach on full view.] Enjoying what you see?

Fiona: [she grins at him, head bobbing in a nod] Mmmm-hmmm.

Derek: [chuckles] Well, now I'm going to wait until you make your way to the bathroom so I can get my own show.

Fiona: [her grin widens a bit at that, and she waggles her eyebrows at him before pushing the sheets back and making her way to the bathroom. And she'll even give her butt a little extra wiggle before she closes the door behind her]

Derek: [yeah, he enjoyed that. So he's going to wander out now to the kitchen in just his jeans to start making breakfast]

Fiona: [and she is doing so much showering, running the water nice and hot to ease away some of the aches]

Bob: [perks up when he sees Derek, padding over to nose at his hand because yes, he is hungry and Derek is there.]

Derek: [pets Bob] Show me where your food is, buddy, and I'll feed you. [he wasn't sure if he was supposed to let the dog out on the balcony to go or something.]

Bob: [he knows better than to jump off it, if that's what you mean. But he'll pad over to one of the closets and place one paw against it, waiting for Derek to join him]

Derek: [follows and opens the door, seeing the food.] Alright, I don't know how much to give you, but I'll give you enough to hold you over till Mom gets out of the shower. [and he puts about two cups of food into the empty bowl]

Bob: [om nom nom he doesn't care, he's just going to go chow down. thanks friend]

Derek: [and he's going to go make some bacon first, then he will scramble up the eggs in the bacon grease with some garlic and parsley]

Fiona: [eventually she wanders out towards the smell of food, hair still wet and smelling like mango and oranges and other fruity things] Do I pass muster?

Derek: Sorry, my nose is currently occupied with bacon and eggs and soon coffee.

Fiona: [she smirks a bit, before moving closer to get a good wiff herself] Smells good. [and she's going to steal a piece of bacon]

Derek: [he's already downed a few of them] I gave Bob two cups of food, but wasn't sure how much he really got.

Fiona: [glances over] That should keep him for a while. He doesn't gorge himself so that'll last him a couple hours.

Derek: Good. [he may have also slipped Bob a slice of bacon]

Fiona: [you are going to spoil him, Derek] I'll get the plates.

Derek: [is a firm believer of happy puppies are good puppies]

Fiona: [they are good puppies. Don't judge her if she uses that against you. She comes back over with plates and holds them out to be filled.]

Derek: [and he scoops the eggs onto each plate. The bacon is already in a pile on another plate]

Fiona: [she turns before heading back to couch to settle in to eat]

Derek: [makes two cups of coffee, knowing how she likes it, and brings it to her before brining his own plate and coffee over]

Fiona: [takes the coffee with a grin before settling into the couch with a happy noise] Thank you.

Derek: Not that I don't know your drink order by heart at this point.

Fiona: [she grins] It's appreciated all the same.

Derek: The guys are the bar are going to ride me hard tomorrow for details.

Fiona: Oh really? And what are you going to tell them?

Derek: Nothing.

Fiona: Not even a little?

Derek: Do you want me to? Because I can tell them you were walking bowlegged the next morning? [grins]

Fiona: [eye roll] Do you honestly think they're going to let you get away with nothing?

Derek: Yeah, because I have before.

Fiona: I will just have to take your word for it.

Derek: Trust me, I'm not big on kissing and telling.

Fiona: Good to know. Neither am I.

Derek: [and with that, he's going to focus on his food]

Fiona: [and she will do the same, devouring her food with a pleased hum]

Derek: Well, you have an afternoon to spend with my mother, and I need to probably head home and shower myself.

Fiona: [she nods a bit in agreement] Are you still coming over for breakfast on Thursday?

Derek: Depends - should I also come to dinner on Wednesday night?

Fiona: [smirk] I figured that was a given.

Derek: I'll be there.

Fiona: Good. [and with that she tips forward, one hand resting against his chest as she kisses him] I'll see you then.

Derek: [he kissed her back, enjoying it before they were done, and then got up] First I have to find the rest of my clothes.

Fiona: I'm pretty sure they're all ... in my room somewhere.

Derek: [goes off to find them all]

Fiona: [goes to do the dishes, since he cooked]

Derek: [comes out, fully dressed now] Alright, I'm off. But I'll see you tomorrow at the coffee shop.

Fiona: [she nods with a smile] I'll see you then.