spamalot } { of past relationships and douchebag ex-boyfriends

[littlebitscary]

Greg: [is loitering outside the front of the house, drink in his hand, watching the front walk as though he's waiting for something. Leah's coming tonight so Fiona's been home getting the house ready instead of gone like she was with Derek yesterday, but she's been glued to Victor's side the entire time. It's frustrating, so he's removed himself from the situation.]

Derek: [it's Friday. He gets home in the early afternoon on Friday to make up for the late Thursday, so the car is pulling up at about 3 and letting him out. Derek slides out, joking with the driver a moment before turning to head in, laptop case in hand. He's not sure how to deal with this since technically the man is blocking his way in, even though he knows he'd be able to get by as long as Victor is inside.] Hey Greg. Already shuffled out of the way so they can prep for the girls’ arrival?

Greg: [there's a twitch near his lip that probably could have been a smirk if he actually liked Derek] I figured it was best to give them their space.

Derek: Smart move. But I've got to get out of this suit before I choke myself with my tie. Want me to get you something while I'm in there?

Greg: [shakes his head, ready to let Derek walk past him up until he gets to the door and then he can't stop himself] You know, it really strikes me as funny that she went for another wolf.

Derek: [almost made it inside. Damn] Honestly, I don't make her choices for her. But she did know I was one going into it.

Greg: See, that just makes it even funnier. [he takes a few steps towards him, every inch of it a challenge, but there's not a lot that he does that isn't a challenge, really] Because me being a wolf was the reason why she left. Just makes me think that you're not really much of a wolf, if you've gotten past her ... delicate sensibilities.

Derek: [just one eyebrow goes up. He doesn't retreat, but he doesn't push back either. Because this is what Peter taught Derek best when Derek decided to play human] Honestly, I don't know why she left you, Greg. Not my business if she doesn't want to share until she's ready to. All I know is she's with me now, she's probably a different woman than you remember because of it, and she's happy. If you still care about her that should make you happy and let you know it's time for you to move on.

Greg: [there's a soft snort] Doesn't seem all that different to me. She's straddling both sides of the line because she doesn't want to make a choice. A choice that she knows she'll have to make eventually. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be wasting her time with pups like you.

Derek: What, you don't think a human and a wolf can stand the test of time? [smirks just a bit] You obviously haven't met my parents.

Greg: [eyeroll] She's never going to understand. She's never going to get it. She's going to keep pretending that you're just like every other guy, and that she understands and then the moment that she realizes she's been pushed past that threshold of what she thinks is normal, she'll be gone and left with you holding the bag. [he takes another step closer, a smirk on his lips] Or are you just worried that if she does make that choice, she'll realize she's screwed up with you, and come back to where she belongs.

Derek: You mean, taking the bite? [his faces gets a bit steely at that] Fiona is intelligent enough to know what it means to be with me, and I will support whatever decision she makes when it comes to our relationship. But I'm not going to force her to become like me because I love her the way she is. Maybe the reason she left you is because you didn't give her credit enough to make her own choices on what's best for her. [still holding his own spot, but just a bit cooler in his stare back] And I don't know what's down the road for us, but the one thing I know for sure is that she's never going back to you. You fucked up, buddy, and you lost her. My gain, and you better back off because she's part of my family now and I protect my family.

Leah: [Greg is about to fire back a response to that, before a voice comes from the sidewalk] Hey boys. Why don't we take this pissing match inside?

Derek: [looks at Leah and grins, both thankful and happy to see her] Hey Leah. I'm actually good to just end it. Fiona's been waiting for you. [and he's opening the door, done with the discussion.]

Greg: [rolls his eyes, before rotating his hand dismissively] I'm taking a walk.

Leah: [waits until she can see him disappear down the block before whispering] I really hate that son of a bitch.

Derek: [whispers back] Then why is he still here with the pack?

Leah: Because he hasn't done anything stupid enough to warrant total excommunication. Fiona wouldn't ... [she purses her lips before heading in the door, towards her sister's footsteps] ... you'll have to ask her.

Derek: [nods, then opens the door] If I ever see her again now that you're here. It's good to see you again, by the way. On much better terms.

Leah: Likewise. And don't worry, I plan on monopolizing my - [there's an oof as she catches an armful of flying sister, wrapping her arms around her tightly] - you know where I was going with that.

Derek: Not you I'm worried about. [laughs, smiling at both of them.] I'm going to shower and change. I'll see you both later. [he just squeezes Fiona's shoulder and heads upstairs to change.]

Fiona: [gives him a grin as she does and there's laughter and merriment and family time and wine and we can gloss over a bunch of this and skip to later, on the couch when pretty much everyone else is in bed and Derek has a very snuggly girlfriend?]

Derek: [and there is probably a discarded history book on the table since snuggly girlfriend would keep him from studying]

Fiona: [definitely. And she's just going to curl up next to him, head resting against his shoulder and just enjoying being near him] I think I had too much wine.

Derek: You're Irish. I think too much is when you're legally dead. [is happy stretched out and his arms wrapped around her, fingers playing on her hip]

Fiona: [she laughs a bit at that, before one hand moves up, playing with the material of his shirt a bit as she does] Still, I feel all sleepy. But I don't want to sleep, I want to stay up and talk to you.

Derek: Maybe we should get you some coffee then? I can make you your special drink. [smirks]

Fiona: [she glances up at him with a bit of a grin before nodding] Sure. Sounds good.

Derek: I'll be right back then. [gets up to go to kitchen, patting the couch to get Bob to keep Fiona company while he's in the next room]

Fiona: [curls up in the warm spot he left behind, petting Bob absently as she does]

Derek: [and about 5 minutes later he returns with two espressos, sliding one into her hands] Here you go, baby. See if this wakes you back up. Otherwise I’ll have to resort to more devious ways of waking you back up.

Fiona: [she hums at that, taking the cup in both hands before just inhaling the scent and sighing softly] I don't know. Devious sounds like it could be fun.

Derek: Yeah, but you remember how weird it was thinking of having sex while my mom was in the house?

Fiona: [raises her eyebrows at him before taking a sip of the coffee] It's not like they're not doing it.

Derek: Oh, I'm sure they are. But your sister can probably kick my ass halfway across the country, and technically I'm still a guest in their home. Just feels... disrespectful.

Fiona: [she sighs dramatically] Fine. [but there's a mischievous glint on her eye as she goes back to her coffee] But just because you won't touch me doesn't mean I won't touch me. [safely behind the soundproof door but absolutely where he can see it] A week and a half is a long time.

Derek: [his eyes widen at that because um.....]

Fiona: [innocent little shrug, and she's gonna keep sipping her coffee] This is really good coffee.

Derek: Amazing what I can do when I have the right beans. [nudges her shoulder] And you're a horrible tease.

Fiona: [she laughs] You knew that already.

Derek: I'm just reminding you of the fact. [sips his coffee] And I want to touch you, trust me. All over.

Fiona: [she grins a bit, placing her cup to the side as she moves closer, inching into his lap] Well, good, because I prefer you touching me.

Derek: Good to know that. [he's worried, though. Afraid these rooms aren't smellproof on top of soundproof and Greg would come at them.] Because I better be the only one. Well, beside yourself. Unless you want to try more people and at that point I'm not sure what I'd even do.

Fiona: [ she shakes her head, fingers of one hand brushing against the side of his jaw gently] Only you. [a beat] And occasionally me. [for the record, she doesn't plan on taking him right there on the couch. She'd wait until they got upstairs. All adult activities would still be confined to their bedroom.]

Derek: [nuzzles against her hand] Good. Because you're all I need.

Fiona: [smiles at that and leans in to kiss him softly, because really, who wouldn't kiss someone after a line like that?]

Derek: [kisses her back, cupping her face with one hand and brushing her cheek with his thumb]

Fiona: [hums softly into the kiss, letting it continue for a moment, before pulling back, as she does intend to respect his wishes about Victor being here and him touching her]

Derek: [smiles. Yeah, no that will probably go out the window the first time she does that whole touching thing, but for now...] So you doing okay?

Fiona: [nods a bit as she shifts to resettle against his shoulder, looking to get comfortable] Yeah. But that might be the buzz talking.

Derek: [lets her snuggle back in, thinking a moment] Leah tell you what she walked in on when she arrived?

Fiona: [her brow furrows a bit, and she tips her head up to look at him] No. Something wrong?

Derek: Greg was outside when I got home. He was trying to goad me into a fight, I think. Trying to prove he was the bigger, better wolf.

Fiona: [she straightens a bit, her lips setting into a thin line] Are you okay?

Derek: Yeah, I'm fine. Trust me, that I can handle. When I decided I was going to live like a human, Peter spent a lot of time teaching me how to use my words to keep me calm in those situations so that my eyes didn't show.

Fiona: [she nods a bit before exhaling and flopping back against the couch] I hate that he's here.

Derek: [pulls her back into his arms] You know when you're ready to talk about the why, I'm here to listen.

Fiona: [she sighs softly as she settles] What did he say?

Derek: Mostly about not understanding why you're with another wolf if that's not the kind of lifestyle you wanted. And something about how if you asked to be bitten, you'd think I was a mistake and go back to him. I basically told him what you choose to do is your business, and I like you the way you are. And he's the one who fucked up so he just needs to move on.

Fiona: [huffs a bit burying her face in his shoulder] That isn't what happened.

Derek: I figured. [plays with her back soothingly] I nearly lost my cool though when he brought that up. I mean, does he even know how dangerous it is to do that, let alone that you're asking?

Fiona: He wasn't asking. [her voice is soft and quiet]

Derek: [blinks] What?

Fiona: [rubs her forehead a bit] He was starting to get really possessive and I was pulling back because it was interfering with not just my job but my life in general. What happened with Ennis? He would have automatically gone on the attack, out for blood, not even really given me a chance to take care of it myself. So I started stepping back because that's not the kind of relationship I wanted. I want a partner, not a babysitter. [she takes a deep breath] When I told him this, that was when he decided that I needed to get the Bite. He started talking to Victor about it behind my back, lying that that was what I wanted and on the reverse side practically backing me into a corner where I felt like I had to ... and that was when I got out. I broke it off, packed my bags and just ... left.

Derek: [he listens, his eyes a mixture of anger, confusion, and sadness and they flash blue just out of the swirl of feelings. There's a question on the tip of his lips, but he bites them instead, almost afraid to ask.]

Fiona: [she glances up at him, giving him a small smile] It's okay. You can ask.

Derek: If he did that to you... how can you even look at me with what I did?

Fiona: Because when you told me what happened with Paige? You actually showed remorse. You knew it was a mistake. [she shakes her head] He's not sorry. He'll never be sorry. He still thinks he did the right thing, and I trust you to respect my choice.

Derek: Fi, I'm the one who's going to try and talk you out of getting it if you started thinking about it. I don't want to risk losing you.

Fiona: [she shakes her head] I don't want it. At all. It did great things for Leah, I can acknowledge that, but I figured out what I wanted a long time ago, and it wasn't to be a werewolf. [she sighs softly] Besides, I'm around so much mountain ash all the time, it probably wouldn't take.

Derek: [chuckles] Well, there is that. [he thinks a moment, then looks at her] Do me a favor though?

Fiona: [she nods a bit as she looks up at him]

Derek: If we're still together in twenty years... don't think you have to leave me because you're too old for me. I've already had my dad do that to me, I don't need another person I love leave me like that.

Fiona: [she shakes her head as she pushes up to lean into kiss him] You are stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere.

Derek: [kisses her back] Promise?

Fiona: [she nods brushing her lips against his] Besides, I'd be totally fine with having a hot younger stud.

Derek: Yeah, and then blame me for your heart attack condition when I take off my shirt, right?

Fiona: Nope. Women reach their sexual peak later than men do.

Derek: Guess we'll find out. [looks at her a moment] Do you want forever with me, Fi?

Fiona: [she looks up at him, and there's a part of her that knows that a lot of this is still new, but they've been through so much that it doesn't seem like it] I've been giving it some strong consideration.

Derek: [presses his forehead to hers] If I asked you today though... ring and all?

Fiona: [she looks at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he's serious, and she runs her fingers through his hair as she contemplates an answer] I'd say ask me after the wedding. [because right now, there's a petty, selfish part of her that wants it to shove in Greg's face, and that's not fair to Derek]

Derek: [nods, then smiles] Which one?

Fiona: [she smirks a bit at that] Surprise me.

Derek: [grins, and then kisses her. Because that's more than a maybe to him, and he's very, very happy with this]

Fiona: [her breath catches softly as she kisses him, shifting up a bit so that she can shift over him more]

Derek: [he smiles, kissing her a bit longer and then pulls back] Okay, I think I'm good trusting you that Victor and Leah won't be insulted... [smirks]

Fiona: [she grins a bit at that, before shifting off him and reaching for his hand] Good. [and she'll just tug him up the stairs to their bedroom]

Derek: [follows, apologizing to Bob for having to stay outside for a bit, and closes the door]

Derek: [ follows, apologizing to Bob for having to stay outside for a bit, and closes the door]

Fiona: [her shirt comes off over her head when she hears the door click, and her hands go to the button of her jeans next, turning around to face him] So I was thinking. Do you still want to see me touch me?

Derek: [is shucking his shirt as well, but stops halfway off and blinks at her] Um.... yeah.

Fiona: [a small smile stretches across her face, and she nods back to her chair behind him, before pushing her jeans down her thighs] So you stay there. And I'll be over here.

Derek: [well, this is new, that's for sure. But he can go with it. Not that he isn't curious. He's damn curious, and he wants to see but at the same time he doesn't know what to do so he will just toss his shirt to the side and sit]

Fiona: [her jeans get kicked off to the side and her bra follows, before she settles back on the bed, closing her eyes and letting her hand brush against the side of her neck then down over her chest]

Derek: [he thinks for a moment, then turns off the room lights so that the light from the window just fills the room, and then he just leans forward, resting his chin on his folded hands to watch.]

Fiona: [her hands move to her breasts first, massaging them lightly. Her fingers drag over her skin, soft sounds as she starts to lose herself in the moment, her hips lifting and resettling on the bed as one hand starts to trail down her stomach]

Derek: [he's just fascinated, focusing on his senses and taking in the small sounds, the shifts in her scent, leaning forward just a bit more to be closer]

Fiona: [she almost forgets he's there - if it weren't for the creak of the chair as he shifts, she might have forgotten, but the fact that he is watching her so intensely is a thrill up her spine all the same. Her fingers inch slowly under the waistband of her panties, dipping lower, humming a bit as her fingers drag across her, which changes to a soft cry as her fingers find her clit]

Derek: [the cry sends a shiver down his spine right to his sex, and he was starting to get tight in his pants. He tries to be quiet, not wanting to break the moment as he works himself out of it, sitting naked on the chair]

Fiona: [her fingers start slowly at first, small circles against herself until her hips start to move with them, the sounds it was pulling from her starting to get louder. Occasionally her fingers will slide lower, just easing her entrance before moving back again, but for the most part she keeps those firm circles. Her free hand tugs at her nipple gently, and her head falls back on the pillow a bit as her back arches]

Derek: [he shifts, moving from the chair to the edge of the bed. He's not going to touch her or stop it, but he needed to be closer. He can taste her in the air and it was intoxicating and he needed to be just that bit closer. His hand absently strokes himself, needing some stimulation but he is barely paying attention to it.]

Fiona: [It's not that much longer before her breathing starts to pick up. Her fingers pick up speed, adding extra pressure because she knows she's getting close. She tugs at her nipple, her hips rising off the bed just before it washes over her, her body tensing, then relaxing with a soft sigh]

Derek: [is all but leaning over her, panting with her without having even touched her or done anything.]

Fiona: [as she comes down her eyes open to look at him, and when she sees him leaning over there, she smirks] Good?

Derek: [he just nods, then leans down to kiss her. A moment later, she would feel his hand slide on top of hers between her legs, his fingers curling over hers as he went to slide two fingers into her]

Fiona: [she gasps into the kiss as he enters her, her free hand moving to the top of his neck to pull him closer in the kiss, while the hand under his starts to pull back slowly, giving him more room to touch her]

Derek: [he slides in closer, his palm pressing into her mound to rub her as he thrust his fingers in and out. Slowly he stretched out beside her, his other hand going to tangle in her hair as his lips try to all but devour her in the kiss]

Fiona: [she moans into the kiss, her hips moving in time with his fingers. her hand moves from his neck and down his chest, letting her fingers trace over the lines of his abs slowly]

Derek: [soon his lips are leaving hers to kiss down her neck, then move to pull one of her nipples between them, teasing it with little pulls and nips. He doesn't speed up his hand, taking her nice and slow for now]

Fiona: [she moans softly at the press of his lips, but with him moving lower her hand is sliding back up his chest again, fingers curling to scratch against his skin. Her fingers are still wet when they find his shoulder, sliding against his skin]

Derek: [he pauses from her breasts to turn his head, pulling her fingers into his mouth. His tongue takes their time swirling around each of them, savoring in the taste of her lust. He opened his eyes and looked directly at her as he did this, and then thrust his fingers in nice and deep into her]

Fiona: [she moans at the feeling, her body clenching around him as he thrust his fingers into her. It was something, it was good but it wasn't enough] Derek ...

Derek: [no, he knows what she wants, but he's not really ready to give it to her that way just yet. He had a taste of her now and wanted more. Which would be why he's shifting on the bed now. His fingers pull out of her so that he can pull her panties down and toss them somewhere, and then he is leaning between her legs, his fingers helping open her folds so that he can let his tongue slide down and really taste her at her core]

Fiona: [she moans again at the feel of his tongue against her, back arching and her fingers sliding into his hair to pull him closer]

Derek: [no, he's getting nice and close, teasing her with his tongue until one of his arms wraps around her legs, getting his hand back into position to thrust three fingers now into her while his tongue laps at her clit. He shifts a bit more to stay comfortable, and it ends up putting his hips up closer to her shoulders]
Fiona: [She can feel the press of him next to her, and she glances to the side just to look at him for a moment, before her hand wanders gently to his thigh, then up and wrapping around him, her fingers dragging against him]

Derek: [he groans against her clit at the feeling, and then he pulls at her hips, rolling her onto her side so that he can lay on his as well, stretching out the rest of the way and getting his fingers just a bit deeper inside of him]

Fiona: [she moans again, her hips pressing towards his face. Her hand moves faster, starting a steadier rhythm, before shifting slightly and dipping her head so that her mouth closes over him]

Derek: [it takes all his willpower not to thrust into her mouth, and she gets a loud groan from him as he pressed his face against her sex. He starts to move his finger thrusting to match her speed on him though]

Fiona: [she manages to keep her pace on him until she feels herself starting to get close, pulling off him as she tries to catch her breath. Her hand still moves, her breathing getting heavier until she cries out her release, the fingers of her free hand gripping the sheets next to her]

Derek: [he keeps going, her orgasm distracting him enough away from his to be able to focus on drinking up the juices that coated his fingers. There was something about her taste that he loved. All the girls he had bedded, none of them had tasted this good to him. And then he was pushing back to kneel on the bed, his shaft hard and he was debating on letting her get him off, or if he wanted to stop for a moment to find a condom]

Fiona: [as her breathing starts to even out she looks up at him, waiting for him to indicate what he wants to do. Her hand is still moving against him but more slowly, her thumb brushing up over the tip of him as she did]

Derek: [he's panting, and his head falls back as she does that thing with his tip] I don't know if I have the willpower to find a condom.

Fiona: [she smirks a bit at that before tugging him so that he's on his back on the bed next to her. She leans forward, planting soft kisses against his stomach for a moment, before dipping her lips lower and sliding her mouth around him]

Derek: [and it's his turn to grip the sheets as she does that, pressing his head back into the mattress and groaning]

Fiona: [she keeps a slow even rhythm, dragging it out for as long as she can, before starting to pick up the pace bit by bit, driving him closer to the edge]

Derek: [she would know when he was getting close when she hears the growl that has changed it's tone from his fangs coming out on their own, his eyes bright blue and glowing in the dim light] Fi...

Fiona: [she picks up just a little bit faster, her eyes flicking from what she's doing to meet his, swirling her tongue over the tip of him as she slides up and then back down again]

Derek: [just a moment longer and he slipped over the edge, his hips thrusting up into her waiting mouth as he came, giving out a loud cry as sated wolf pleasure]

Fiona: [she swallows, pulling off him as one hand moves to his hip, while the other comes up to brush at the corners of her mouth gently. She then shifts forward, brushing a kiss against his stomach then up over his heart as she slides up his body, then at the nape of his neck]

Derek: [he relaxes into the mattress, his heart pounding as his arms wrap around her, keeping her close] Definitely do that again one day.

Fiona: [she grins a bit at that, kissing him on the cheek before settling in next to him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. One hand slides over his chest, letting her fingers run through the light sheen of sweat there] I told you. I like to return the favor.

Derek: [he tilted his head down to kiss her forehead.] So I see. [he breathes a moment] You looked so damn amazing doing that.

Fiona: [the grin widens] So does that mean I should surprise you with me touching me more often?

Derek: I think so. Better show than I could ever pull off.

Fiona: Well, personally I like the show better with you in it, so feel free to interrupt.

Derek: Next time just remember to put a condom on the bed first before my upstairs brain forgets where they are hidden.

Fiona: [she laughs a bit before nodding] Deal. [she shifts a bit, pointing to the nightstand next to him] But they're in that drawer. For tomorrow morning, when we're less worn out. [because she isn't sure she could go another round right now but morning sex is always good]

Derek: Mmm, Saturday mornings. The only thing that gets me through the week at school sometimes. [smiles to himself]

Fiona: [sighs softly as her eyes start to close] Well, I'll be sure to make it worth your while.

Derek: And if you start without me, I'm sure your scent will wake me up. [teasing grin as he closes his eyes too]

Fiona: [chuckles as she curls into him and starts to drift off] I think I can come up with a much more enjoyable way to wake you up.

Derek: [groans to himself at that. He was going to have good dreams tonight]

Fiona: [mmmm-hmmm. she tips her head forward and presses a kiss to his chest] I think I'm gonna sleep now, though.

Derek: Me too. [his arms tighten around her] Love you.

Fiona: Love you too. [and with that, she is out]