Changing Patterns

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    "What, stiles. What?" Derek speaks eyes following me as I pass and then snapping to Allison to as what she wants instead of why I've just barged into his room ready to- whatever the fuck in doing in his room, oh my god.

    "O-...I-um." Allison stalls looking between me, as i plops down face first onto Derek's bed, and Derek, the werewolf also looking back at me with an annoyed sighed and then assumedly catching one another's eyes. "Wanted to check on him. I guess you got him though." She smiled and I listened to her step back, smile in her voice.

    "I guess so as well, didn't know I was going to." He sighed out with a grumble before closing the door at her receding foot steps. "Stiles." He grouches and I groaned out loudly. Practically throwing myself off the bed and starting toward him.

    "Just don't talk." The pounding in my head hurt almost as bas as reaching Derek, meeting him red glare, gripping his shirts collar in my fists, pushing him back and stepping forward simultaneously to press my lips against his own and roughly moving them. He growled into my lips and gripped the back of my neck, which was surprisingly seductive kissing a moment before he gripped hard and pulled me back tipping my neck back and meeting my eyes with  a strong glare.

    "What the hell?" Again he spoke, voice rough and angry with me as I roll my eyes and grit my teeth.

    Then I realize I have him against the door, hands still intwined with his shirt. "I just want a distraction, thought -seeing as your also pissed at the moment-" I loosen a one hand and gesture up to the man's eyes. "We can distract one another. Right?" My voice lowers.

    "Using me." He growled back in correction. My eyes narrow and I look down at my hand in his shirt, then the one flat over his collar bone.

    After a pause I answer pushing against his chest and backing up. "Yeah. I'm using you, to distract myself and try to forget I stuck in a house full of supernatural beings who couldn't give a shit about my well being. You show up and shit changes- fuck this, fuck you. Yeah. I'm using you try and make myself feel better." Derek's eyes fade to a hazel green and he raises his head to look down at me more.

    "Got it." He stepped forward and gripped my wrist, hurting it partly before it faded and the black veins faded into his elbow crease. "Then let me use you too." He growled pulling our lips together again.

    Raising my free hand to his bicep and moving my lips in sink with his own, tilting my head and tightening my grip. Derek stepped forward and gripped the back of my neck again, biting his lips small-y before he continued stepping forward and pressed the back on my legs to his bed. Derek growled as the kiss heated, my lips opening and inviting Derek's tongue, my own washing over his teeth. Clacking as the uncoordinated kiss became more and more scattered and needed; our teeth both biting at each other. Derek's fingers crawled up the dip before the back of my scull, prickles of hair there. Derek's hand releases my wrist and catches the side of my hip. I moan inwardly and grip his arm tightly, my other hand pressing into his chest.

    Derek separated from my lips and moved his lips to my neck, a growl escaped him, sucking on my neck, which I throw back and open up for him more, a rough groan leaves my lips and I can't help pressing closer to him. My pants already tightening as he kisses up the side of my neck, god- shit, damn it. Kissing Derek hale, hickey with Derek fucking Hale. Why can't I think straight, oh fuck that feels good. I hiss as his lips leave my neck and return again to a soft spot on my neck. Skin shuddering up my arms and back and causing a tremble in my fingers which a dig my nails into his skin for. Derek grounds his face deeper into my neck and traces out a strained groan that sounds like if was actually supposed to be a sound.

    "Shit..." I breath. "Mhm- never thought I'd be doing this- oh for fucks sake Derek." I grit my teeth as he digs his teeth into my neck.

    "Stiles." He bites back.

    "Hmm?" I question letting my legs shake slightly before his strong and large hand finds my thigh, grips, and pulls against me. His hand drags up my thigh, pulling it against him and tightening his hand before sliding it up my thigh over my ass to my back where he let him fingers dance under my shirt and drag his light as fuck, gentle nails up my back. I moan out before his mouth is on mine a second time roughly, parting a moment to speak.

    "Just don't talk." He mimicked almost playfully. I wrap my leg around his back and very fucking unbalanced-ly tugging him forward against my own crotch. Both very fucking tight pants, glad he's a big, strong, werewolf that can hold my 19 year old, sarcastic, pale skin and bone, ass up because I would have definitely been on the damned floor by know.

    Derek pushed me back against the bed, very sturdily holding himself over me as we fell to the large and soft bed. Heated- I'm hot, very hot, like my skin is burning, and Derek's skin is fucking fire. Damn, I jerked my hand from his bicep so fucking fast he pulled away and stared down at me. He winced lightly at the touch of his skin on my hip and jumped back with red eyes. He stumbled back and growled staring back at me. I gripped my hand and looked it over as if I'd actually been burned, then met his wide eyes.

    "What the fuck?.." I whispered before Derek closed his eyes tight and stepped to the side, hand opening toward the door for a second before gripping into a fist. I felt a ping of- worry, hurt, shit I don't know.

    "I need to breath." He gritted through his teeth. "Think- I don't know. It's hot." He whispers out that last part as I stand up and continue to grip my hand. "Out." He growls this time keeping his eyes shut.

    I keep from sighing. Nodding despite him not seeing it and instantly starting to the door. What just happened, why did it just happen, and fuck is it hot. I shut the door behind me, staying close to it as I raise my fingers of both hands to my lips and brush them farther past up to my hair and gripping lightly as I tug my hands through my short hair with out issue. Know sighing and heading straight to the bathroom for a cold shower cause again- fuck it's hot and I'm not sure why. Adrenaline?

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