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\nbanner by sibylmoon<\/em><\/p>\n

Title: <\/b>Something New<\/p>\n

Author:<\/b> Sibyl Moon<\/p>\n

Fandom:<\/b> Teen Wolf<\/p>\n

Relationship: <\/b>Female Stiles\/Derek<\/p>\n

Word Count:<\/b> 11449<\/p>\n

Warnings: <\/b>NC-17, Language, Explicit Sex, Rule 63 Stiles, AU<\/p>\n

Summary:<\/b> Stiles was left at the altar after spending her entire life in a relationship with Scott McCall in one way or another. Her friends take her out for a night of drinking, dancing, and hopefully, debauchery. Can she change a lifetime of habit and restrictions to embrace who she can be; who she wants to be? Will she take a chance on hot bartender & club owner, Derek Hale, for just one night?<\/p>\n

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Without change there would be no butterflies — Maya Angelou<\/i><\/p>\n

Part One<\/h1>\n

She refused to allow herself to feel even an ounce of relief as she packed away her gown. She\u2019d loved him for all his virtues and all his faults. She still did. Really.<\/p>\n

\u201cNext time I see him\u201d Lydia\u2019s heels snapped with each step she took on the marble floor of the antechamber that they\u2019d used to change out of their wedding clothes. \u201cI\u2019m going to tear his hair out and then I\u2019ll rip his heart out of his chest. After that, I\u2019m going to ruin him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not worth it Lydia,\u201d Stiles zipped up the garment bag, wishing she could pack away her complicated feelings as easily. \u201cBesides, better to happen now than two kids and a mortgage down the road.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe deserves to have his balls cut off and shoved down his throat,\u201d Lydia bit off coming to a halt in front of Stiles and holding her hand out for the make-up tote. \u201cHe didn\u2019t just break off your relationship Stiles, he left you standing at the altar in front of the entire town.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles winced, \u201cYeah, that wasn\u2019t great.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t just refuse to show up, he ran off with another woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay Lydia,\u201d Stiles yelped, putting her hand over her friend\u2019s mouth and ignoring her glare. \u201cI know what he did, it happened less than two hours ago. I\u2019m just\u2026\u201d She sighed. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I am, mostly numb right now. Partly relieved I think, but mostly numb.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lydia shrugged away from Stiles\u2019 hand, \u201cWell, let\u2019s get out of here then. Jackson is grabbing a crate of the good booze from the venue and bringing it to your place.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles looked at Lydia with a raised brow, \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Lydia clicked her way out of the room in a swish of skirts and heels. \u201cYou already paid through the nose for it. Everyone that was here is going to the reception to overindulge in drinks, food, and gossip until they pass out. Why shouldn\u2019t we do the same in the privacy of your house?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it\u2019s a good thing Scott didn\u2019t finish moving in,\u201d Stiles muttered following Lydia through the maze of the church and out in the dimming light of evening towards the car.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll burn whatever he left,\u201d Lydia said as they settled into the vehicle and began the trip to Stiles\u2019 small single-family home on the other side of town near the preserve. \u201cIt\u2019ll be cathartic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor who?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor me and you, don\u2019t front,\u201d Lydia smirked, whipping her sporty little car around a corner and barely pausing at the stop sign before pulling onto Stiles\u2019 street. \u201cScott\u2019s name isn\u2019t on the deed is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Stiles closed her eyes and leaned back on the headrest. \u201cJust another thing that was put off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen thank fuck that he was the biggest fucking procrastinator in the world,\u201d Lydia practically flung her car into the driveway before turning off the engine. \u201cLet\u2019s go get drunk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the gowns?\u201d Stiles gestured to the garment bags draped over the minuscule back seats that contained her wedding gown and Lydia\u2019s maid of honor dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cBring them, we\u2019ll burn them too.\u201d Lydia replied with an airy wave.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure are fire happy tonight pyro,\u201d Stiles muttered, but she didn\u2019t object as she gathered the gowns from the back of the car. \u201cLet\u2019s go in and start drinking with what we have on hand, we can start the bonfire when Jackson gets here with the good stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is a plan I can get behind,\u201d She followed Stiles up the walk to the front door. \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t have dared pull this crap if your dad was still around, you know, that right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles was silent as she juggled the gowns and unlocked her door, \u201cYeah, Dad would have had him in a cell before he\u2019d made the leaving town sign.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lydia bustled in behind her, stepping out of her shoes and setting them to the side on the shelf she\u2019d insisted that Stiles needed for just such things years ago. \u201cAre you kidding, your dad would have had him strung up the first time that Scott even thought about sniffing in Allison\u2019s direction without ending things with you first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles threw the gowns on the couch as she passed into the living room before heading on into the kitchen. She opened the freezer to pull out the bottle of vodka and set it on the counter with the tequila Lydia had already unearthed.<\/p>\n

Lydia turned and rummaged in the walk-in pantry dragging out a bottle of rum and red wine to add to their slapdash bar on top of the kitchen island.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe should probably get out some mixers,\u201d Stiles said surveying their haul. \u201cI\u2019m not interested in getting alcohol poisoning tonight.\u201d She sighed, feeling suddenly tired. \u201cI\u2019m going to put on something more comfortable than this skirt and then we can discuss any further plans.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStiles.\u201d Lydia\u2019s voice stopped her before she\u2019d reached the door of the kitchen. Stiles turned to look at her friend. Lydia stood next to the counter in stocking feet, make-up and hair still artfully done. The lavender silk of chiffon bridesmaid dress was backlit by the kitchen lights, at the moment she looked more like a fey creature than Stiles\u2019 best friend. \u201cYou know it\u2019s okay to be pissed at Scott and to be hurt by what he\u2019s done. You\u2019re allowed to be angry at him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that,\u201d Stiles said a little defensively. The hand that was holding onto the doorframe tightened before she forced herself to let go.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if you do,\u201d Lydia sighed. \u201cYou\u2019ve never really let yourself get upset with Scott, no matter what he\u2019s done. No,\u201d She said sharply raising a hand. \u201cJust, go change and think about it, we\u2019ll drink, and then maybe you will listen to me about this for once.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou make it sound like we\u2019ve had this talk before.\u201d Stiles raised looked at Lydia, knowing they hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t,\u201d Lydia agreed as she turned back to the cabinets and began to rummage through them. \u201cI knew better, I valued our friendship too much to risk it when I knew you wouldn\u2019t listen. Besides, while I always thought Scott was an entitled dick, I never thought he\u2019d pull something like this.\u201d Lydia turned back around holding a corkscrew looking earnestly at Stiles, her eyes wide. \u201cI swear to you Stiles if I\u2019d had any idea that he\u2019d go this far–that he\u2019d cheat on you–I\u2019d have said something about it long before it reached this point.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles managed to smile at Lydia. They hadn’t been friends until late in high school. They\u2019d orbited each other\u2019s peer groups until Scott\u2019s bright idea to try out for the lacrosse team threw them in each other\u2019s paths. Lydia and Stiles had gotten along better than anyone had expected and now here they were, a dozen years later.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know Lydia,\u201d Stiles said, \u201cI can\u2019t imagine you letting me find out this way either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t have,\u201d She said fiercely. \u201cGo get changed. I\u2019m going to get started.\u201d She popped the corkscrew into a wine bottle.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be right back then,\u201d Stiles said, turning and heading out of the kitchen towards the stairs. She made her way up to the master bedroom. The room she had planned to share with her husband tonight.<\/p>\n

She should have realized that something was going on with Scott in the last few months when he had put off moving his things into her home, the house they were supposed to be sharing once they married.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d avoided sharing a place with her the entire time they\u2019d been together. They\u2019d been best friends their entire lives, dating since middle school, engaged since midway through college. Still, they\u2019d never lived together, no matter how much she might have wanted to, Scott had still always had excuses to put it off. They\u2019d had sex, Scott had been the only boy she\u2019d ever slept with. Stiles had thought she\u2019d been the only girl he\u2019d ever slept with. She had reason to wonder now, especially with how sporadic it had been.<\/p>\n

She pulled her dress off, it had been a simple floral sundress that hit above her knees and had been meant for driving off after the reception. She\u2019d loved it. She balled it up and threw it into the corner of the room, knowing that she\u2019d never wear it again. She kicked off her sandals feeling a wicked satisfaction as they thumped solidly against the wall.<\/p>\n

Standing in the middle of her bedroom in her underwear and thigh-high stockings she contemplated her next move. She sat on her bed and rolled her stockings off, tossing them into the corner with her dress. She unsnapped her bra and threw it over the window seat before heading to her dresser, she pulled on a soft support bra, a soft, worn t-shirt, and a pair of yoga pants.<\/p>\n

She hurriedly brushed her hair out of its elaborate updo, placing it into her preferred ponytail. Splashing some water on her face, she set to work dismantling the makeup that felt caked on her face.<\/p>\n

Everything about today felt like a television drama, distant and happening to someone else. Very Lifetime, though she was sure it would all feel terribly real tomorrow.<\/p>\n

She had been the daughter of the beloved sheriff and Scott had been the son of a well-loved nurse. The fact that Stiles and Scott had been Beacon Hills\u2019 hometown sweethearts for years would probably lead to some of the fallout.<\/p>\n

Rubbing a damp hand over her suddenly uneasy stomach she stepped back from the sink to pat her face dry. Throwing the cloth in the hamper after her face was clean, she headed back down the stairs. She needed a drink.<\/p>\n

She heard voices as she came into the kitchen and realized that Jackson had arrived while she\u2019d been changing. She took in the blonde jock from the doorway while she was unnoticed.<\/p>\n

Jackson had been even more of a shock when he\u2019d joined her circle of friends, they\u2019d had such a passive-aggressive relationship during grade school and then they\u2019d ignored each other during middle school.<\/p>\n

Scott had hated Jackson, but he\u2019d choked it back to work with him because he\u2019d wanted on the lacrosse team in high school. After that Scott hadn\u2019t been able to get rid of the guy, from their social circle no matter how hard he\u2019d tried.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Jackson.\u201d Stiles finally made her presence known, coming into the room. \u201cI heard you were bringing over some of the good stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGive us the word,\u201d Jackson said, sweeping her into his arms. \u201cDanny will hunt that prick down and we\u2019ll break him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need Jacks,\u201d Stiles said, her throat tight. \u201cI just want to forget him tonight. I might want Danny to ruin him later though, so don\u2019t go too far.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust say the word,\u201d Jackson said, hugging her quickly and stepping back. \u201cLet\u2019s get you a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you mixing up there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have the eponymous jungle juice in the cooler there,\u201d He pointed. \u201cLydia mixed up some pitchers of sangria, I doubt you have any wine or fruit left.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre we going to die of alcohol poisoning, is that the plan tonight?\u201d Stiles asked, her eyes wide as she took in the changes that had occurred while she\u2019d been upstairs.<\/p>\n

The jungle juice that Jackson had mentioned was off to the side, Covering the island sat the sangria in half a dozen pitchers and food that Jackson must have brought from the caterers at the reception.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know that we aren\u2019t the only ones that are going to stop by to check on you tonight,\u201d Lydia came up behind her, she changed into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, her hair was still up. \u201cWe\u2019re just getting prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks like the entire town is going to end up here,\u201d Stiles said, feeling panicked at the thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cStiles, breathe,\u201d Lydia crossed the kitchen and cupped her face. \u201cIt will just be our circle, you know that. Just those that count. Danny, probably Erica and Boyd, maybe the twins. We are going to get drunk and have a bonfire in your backyard, just like we talked about ok? If you need everyone to disappear, just tell me and I\u2019ll make them go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, that\u2026\u201d Stiles took a breath, \u201cThat sounds like a plan, it\u2019s better than drinking alone anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDefinitely,\u201d Jackson said, handing her a glassful of something. \u201cYou should get started anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, okay,\u201d Stiles took a drink and choked. \u201cWhat the hell.\u201d She coughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cPacks a punch doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Jackson preened and he took a drink from his cup.<\/p>\n

Stiles eyed him, taking a much smaller drink this time. She still winced at the burn but didn\u2019t choke this time around, she felt it burn a path down her throat to her stomach.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrink up,\u201d Lydia said, following her words with actions as she downed a glass of sangria. \u201cErica just sent me a text, she\u2019ll be here with Boyd and Aiden in ten minutes. They\u2019re bringing take out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore food, really?\u201d Stiles felt her eyes widen; she was completely ignored.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Jackson said, holding up his phone. \u201cDanny and Ethan are fifteen minutes out with pizza.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles felt her chest tighten for another reason this time. How had she become so immersed in Scott McCall that she\u2019d forgotten the loyalty of these people and how they could circle the wagons when it was called for. They\u2019d never done it for Scott because he\u2019d never done it for them–he\u2019d never done it for her. That should have told her something all those years ago. She\u2019d been so fucking blind.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow the fuck did I not notice?\u201d She took another swallow of the liquid fire masquerading as a drink and felt her eyes begin to water. \u201cWhen did I become so blind to everything about him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen your mom died,\u201d Lydia said bluntly.<\/p>\n

Her words were harsh, but when Stiles forced her watering eyes to meet Lydia\u2019s all she saw was a hesitant sympathy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Stiles looked from Lydia to Jackson and allowed Jackson to steer her through the kitchen and out her sliding doors to the backyard.<\/p>\n

Once they had her seated around the fire-pit, Jackson busied himself getting it ready for the bonfire and Lydia refilled her glass from the pitcher of sangria she\u2019d grabbed before setting it on the table between their chairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Lydia sucked in some air and began. \u201cFuck, I didn\u2019t ever plan to bring this up. Okay, so before your mom got sick, we were all school friends, you didn\u2019t have a best friend per se.\u201d Lydia took a drink, turning to stare towards Jackson who was now lighting the fire.<\/p>\n

Stiles nodded trying to think back. The time before her mom\u2019s illness wasn\u2019t entirely clear, but she did remember that she used to have play dates with Lydia and Erica a lot. She thought she remembered Jackson and Danny around at times too.<\/p>\n

Then her mom got sick. Her memories of that time were strange, for the most part, she remembered extraordinarily little. What she did remember of the time leading up to her mom\u2019s death and the year afterward were short crystal-clear bursts of memories in a sea of hazy blunted memories of pain, confusion, and loss.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight,\u201d Lydia continued. \u201cYour mom got sick and I don\u2019t know if your dad just didn\u2019t think of the rest of our parents or what, but he relied on Melissa McCall exclusively and that left you to Scott day in and day out. This wouldn\u2019t necessarily have been a bad thing, but you started having panic attacks and had to be pulled from school a lot. So, you and Scott ended up on that homeschooling alternative type program since his asthma was pretty bad that year too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what happened?\u201d Stiles asked because she realized that Lydia had probably been sitting on this for years and it explained why there had been such passive-aggressive hostility towards Scott when their groups had come together in high school, but never really towards her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, your mom died,\u201d Lydia winced but continued. \u201cYou came back to school and you were like a ghost for almost a year. Scott hoarded you like a dragon hoards treasure. We were, what ten, eleven? None of us took you cutting us out well and when we tried to force you to hang out with us again it turned into a big fight because you thought we were saying that Scott wasn\u2019t good enough, do you remember that at all?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA little, that time is really blurry for me,\u201d Stiles finished her drink and poured some of the sangria. It looked like her jilting was turning out to be more of a reprieve than she\u2019d originally thought. \u201cI do remember fighting with you guys and then Jackson hitting Scott.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the one,\u201d Jackson said, joining the conversation coming to sit beside them. \u201cI told the others to just come in. Erica said she still has a key.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, she does.\u201d Stiles nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter that, it was the Scott and Stiles show,\u201d Jackson said, getting back to the topic, his lip curling. \u201cThere wasn\u2019t anything we could do. You\u2019d made up your mind and we were hurt, angry, and even if later, \u201cHe huffed a laugh. \u201cMuch much later, we were able to see how we messed up so badly too. Well, it was too late, wasn\u2019t it? We were lucky to have a second chance, Stiles. You were worth it, to be your friend again, it was worth putting up with Potty McCall.\u201d Jackson took a drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe hoped that you guys would drift apart in college, at least romantically,\u201d Lydia said. She shrugged without remorse when Stiles looked at her. \u201cWe knew better than to say much against him directly, you guys were too enmeshed by then. We did manage to get you to at least think about things though. His name isn\u2019t on the deed to the house yet, and you guys don\u2019t share a bank account. A few other small things, he\u2019s made it extremely easy for you to disconnect with him. Whether or not that was his intent or not.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe all knew he would screw up,\u201d Jackson sneered. \u201cI just hoped it would be long before it got this far. We all did. Once it got here, we had some hope that maybe, just maybe he was at least serious about you, that he loved you and we were missing something being on the outside of your relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI gave him my loyalty and expected it in return,\u201d Stiles shrugged, \u201cI didn\u2019t even think to look and see that I didn\u2019t have it. Looking back, it\u2019s obvious that I didn\u2019t. Maybe, in the beginning, I might have had something, but I don\u2019t think it lasted long. He took so much, and he gave very little.\u201d<\/p>\n

She drank some more and heard movement from in the house. She wanted to get this out before the others made their way out there. \u201cI\u2019d already been thinking about this–I didn\u2019t know he\u2019d been cheating. I didn\u2019t think that, but I realized that Scott didn\u2019t love me or more to the point.\u201d She sucked in a deep breath to steady herself. \u201cI\u2019m fairly sure I never really loved him, if I ever did–I don\u2019t know, not the way my parents did. I\u2019m hurt and humiliated yes, but I\u2019m not heartbroken. I don\u2019t know how long our marriage would have lasted if we\u2019d gone through with it and that makes me feel incredibly guilty on some level.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d Jackson said harshly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill this make it easier or harder to get over?\u201d Lydia wondered as the rest of their group came pouring out the backdoor.<\/p>\n

Stiles smiled as she stood and was enveloped by Erica\u2019s enthusiastic hug, her threats to Scott\u2019s person loud and creative.<\/p>\n

They ate until Stiles thought she\u2019d burst, and they drank until her head swam. She listened to her friends curse Scott and defend her honor, while also offering to hold her coat if she wanted to go after him herself. She had the best friends in the world, and she realized that she would get through this one way or another.<\/p>\n

During it all though, Lydia\u2019s words turned around in her mind. Would not loving Scott make it easier or harder to get over him?<\/p>\n

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Part Two<\/h1>\n

\u201cStiles,\u201d Lydia said, her voice pitched to be heard under the music of the club that they were sitting in. \u201cYou could at least stop looking like I\u2019m torturing you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just not comfortable here Lydia, you know that\u201d Stiles shrugged at Lydia\u2019s glare inured to their effect by now. \u201cMaybe if I had a hot body to dance with, but this whole place feels a little too meat market for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d have a hot body to dance with if you\u2019d accept any of the invitations that have come your way in the last few months,\u201d Lydia\u2019s exasperation was evident even over the bass thudding around them. \u201cYou need to let Scott go, Stiles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve talked about this,\u201d Stiles said, completely unrepentant. \u201cThis isn\u2019t about Scott, not really. This is about the fact that he\u2019s the only person I\u2019ve ever dated or been involved with. We\u2019d been together since middle school and for better or worse, I\u2019m starting from scratch with no experience out here.\u201d She waved a hand to indicate the club with its dance floor and bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust come dance Stiles,\u201d Lydia sighed as she finished her drink and slid out of the booth. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a commitment; you don\u2019t have to go home with anyone or even dance with them. Just come dance with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about Jackson?\u201d Stiles asked, but she was sliding out of the booth watching Lydia get Ethan\u2019s attention so someone would come to watch the table and drinks.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not going to turn down watching two hot women dance together, are you kidding me?\u201d Lydia smirked, she kissed Ethan on the cheek as she passed off table duty and led Stiles onto the floor.<\/p>\n

Stiles caught a glimpse of Erica and Boyd across the floor, it looked like Jackson had headed across the club to the table to sit with Ethan and Danny. The crowd of dancers closed around her before she could see much more, so she didn\u2019t know where Aiden was or who he\u2019d picked up for the night.<\/p>\n

If things played out the way they had the last four months that Lydia had been dragging her out, no one would see Aiden the rest of the weekend unless some emergency happened.<\/p>\n

She felt a harsh tug on her hand and tripped forward into Lydia. Stiles glared but began to dance with her friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cLoosen up, Stiles,\u201d Lydia said with her heels she was near to Stiles\u2019 height. \u201cYou say this isn\u2019t about Scott, but you\u2019ve refused to let go of anything from your relationship with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was my friend and I…\u201d Stiles kept dancing and let her mind wander. \u201cI know what he did, I know!\u201d She said in response to Lydia\u2019s glare.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to let go of your guilt about that Stiles,\u201d Lydia murmured. \u201cIf you won\u2019t pick out one of these fine specimens to go home with or enjoy a dance, let’s go get a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLydia,\u201d Stiles said once they were off the floor. \u201cThank you, for what you\u2019re doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re my friend Stiles,\u201d Lydia said, flipping her hair and strutting the rest of the way to the bar.<\/p>\n

Stiles followed in her wake, as always in awe of the way Lydia could clear a path anywhere she went with little effort.<\/p>\n

She took advantage of the empty seat next to where Lydia stood to sit. The little silver heels that she was wearing were sexy as fuck, but they weren\u2019t the most comfortable shoes after a few hours.<\/p>\n

\u201cCuba libre,\u201d Lydia said as soon as the bartender made his way down to her. \u201cTwo and light on the ice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to ruin your fun, Lydia,\u201d Stiles said turning on the stool and leaning back against the bar, making sure that her skirt didn\u2019t ride up too much. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you go dance with Jackson?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI might,\u201d Lydia said with a sigh that Stiles felt on her bare shoulder more than heard. \u201cBut Stiles, you need to stop letting your guilt over the situation with Scott stop you from moving on. One, you have nothing to feel guilty about at this point, and two, he cheated on you and ran off with another woman. You said you\u2019re done with him, but you\u2019ve done very little in the last five months to show that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am done,\u201d Stiles protested, even as she realized that Lydia was right, at least in her assessment of how little she\u2019d put herself out there. \u201cI\u2019m not waiting for him to come back and I don\u2019t feel guilty anymore, at least not as much. I just feel stalled out I guess, and I don\u2019t know how not to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop hesitating,\u201d Lydia snapped. She turned to pay and get their drinks, she handed Stiles her glass. \u201cNothing is stopping you from going out there, Stiles. Put on your big girl panties, drink up and go dance. We\u2019ll be right here to back you up if you need it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight,\u201d Stiles said, she sucked in a breath and twirled the stirring straw in her glass before drinking. \u201cSo, any ideas how I start here? I\u2019m not a fan of diving into the middle of the dance floor and hoping for the best.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Lydia said, a smile curving her lips. \u201cSee anyone interesting?\u201d She took a sip of her drink and Stiles watched her scan the club.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but I wouldn\u2019t know where to start,\u201d Stiles just shook her head at Lydia and drank some more. \u201cI was with Scott for so long that I just kind of trained myself not to look, or never really learned to look in the first place. I mean I appreciated the male form, don\u2019t get me wrong, but it was more abstract thought. He\u2019d get upset if he thought I was attracted to anyone else; you know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProjecting much,\u201d Lydia muttered next to her before speaking in a normal tone. \u201cHe\u2019s an ass.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that,\u201d She caught Lydia\u2019s look. \u201cI do know that Lydia, a lot of the last few months has been figuring out how much of an ass he was. I was with him romantically since middle school Lydia and sexually since prom night, so a lot is also habit and a few nerves. I never did anything like this, it was never my thing, but I guess it doesn\u2019t mean it can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t have to be, but you need to learn to be Stiles full stop and not Scott and Stiles as an entity. I was hoping things like this would help, not just to get you laid,\u201d They both laughed. \u201cBut also, to get you out of that rut.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI get that, I\u2019m sorry I\u2019ve been such a pain about it,\u201d Stiles finished her drink and slid it onto the bar. \u201cI am grateful for everyone. I guess I was just surprised how hard this was after everything came out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean when you realized that you didn\u2019t love him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that and the fact that he ran off with the neighbor he\u2019d been cheating on me with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn your wedding day,\u201d Erica said, wrapping an arm around Stiles\u2019 waist as she came up next to her. \u201cHe\u2019s a jackass, why are we talking about a jackass instead of getting you some cock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErica,\u201d Stiles laughed, she felt Erica tug on the hair curling down her back but ignored it. \u201cYou have absolutely no filter, I don\u2019t know why people complain about me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s finally agreed to try to at least dance with someone,\u201d Lydia said, breaking into their staring contest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t remember saying that,\u201d Stiles replied, turning her gaze to the redhead.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was strongly implied, are you denying it?\u201d Lydia raised her finely shaped brows and Stiles knew it was a lost cause but couldn\u2019t say she minded it so much at the moment, warmed by rum and friendship as she was.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, okay,\u201d She raised her hands in surrender, then she gestured to the club as a whole. \u201cDo I chum the water or something?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooking like you do?\u201d Erica smiled, \u201cNo, you just stand there and give a nod to anyone that you\u2019re interested in. It\u2019ll be like shooting fish in a barrel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally,\u201d Stiles glanced over the club, intrigued despite herself. She found herself wondering, not for the first time, what it would be like to have sex with someone other than Scott. \u201cThat easy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Stiles, you are a wet dream to almost every straight man in here,\u201d Lydia smirked, flipping her hair off her shoulder. \u201cWe all are, of course, but you\u2019re the one that\u2019s available.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMeat market,\u201d Stiles muttered, but more amused now than she\u2019d been earlier. She was sure part of that had to do with the buzz of rum warming her blood, but mostly something had clicked finally. She felt free–at she felt least less weighed down by the burden of Scott–more able to finally let go of the last bit of what was tethering her to that relationship.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Erica conceded with her husky laugh, drawing attention from the men nearby. \u201cBut we\u2019re the ones doing the buying here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo bad,\u201d Stiles said laughing as she stood from the stool. \u201cI\u2019m going to the restroom, then we can start shooting some fish.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll go with you,\u201d Erica said, hooking her arm through Stiles\u2019 and turning to look at Lydia.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I\u2019ll head back to the table; Jackson is no doubt pouting by now. I\u2019ll meet you there and we can start hunting,\u201d Lydia smirked, waving her glass in farewell before heading off towards the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, tell me,\u201d Erica said as they weaved their way through the crowd, \u201cAre you seriously ready to put yourself out there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles took the time to think about it as they got in line for the restroom, she\u2019d already made the decision and despite how much she\u2019d wallowed the last few months, she wasn\u2019t someone who normally hesitated when she\u2019d made her decision.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d She nodded firmly. \u201cI\u2019m ready, I\u2019ve been ready. I just didn\u2019t realize it, I guess. I was so used to being the way I was, just waiting around for Scott. Waiting for him to come back from school, to be ready to move in, to be ready to get engaged, to be ready to get married. I was also wallowing a little in the guilt when I realized I wasn\u2019t in love with him, it felt like I wasn\u2019t allowed to move on. You guys have helped me realize I don\u2019t need to punish myself for that, so yes I\u2019m ready.\u201d She paused to breathe, \u201cIt’s a little terrifying, to be honest, but thrilling too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlus, you get to have all the cock you want now,\u201d Erica grinned salaciously winking at her. \u201cMake up for what you missed out on; I can\u2019t imagine that McCall was impressive in that department.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, no,\u201d Stiles conceded, pursing her lips. \u201cBut I\u2019m not some puritanical nun Erica. I can find porn and I own a collection of sex toys.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Erica said, her eyes wide, \u201cI didn\u2019t think that he would have been so open-minded about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Scott didn\u2019t know,\u201d Stiles said unashamedly, \u201cI suppose it would have come out after we got married since we would be living together, but it wasn\u2019t something I told him about, he would have gotten upset.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand how you didn\u2019t see how toxic you guys were,\u201d Erica said softly, her arms crossed as if to fight off a chill.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do now,\u201d Stiles admitted, \u201cI didn\u2019t then, not until the end, but things had progressed so far, and I couldn\u2019t figure out how to get out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow you’re free,\u201d Erica said firmly as they reached the door. \u201cAnd you can do what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow I can do what I want,\u201d Stiles agreed as they went in, she headed directly to the sink and washed her hands. She wanted to splash some water on her face, but while the mascara she was wearing was waterproof, the eyeshadow wouldn\u2019t hold up to it. She wiggled her fingers into the tiny pocket of her skirt and pulled out the minuscule tube of gloss to reapply.<\/p>\n

Erica reappeared beside her and washed her hands before reapplying her lipstick.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s head back out and get you laid then,\u201d Erica declared, tucking her lipstick away. \u201cYou need some real cock, real good cock from someone who knows how to use it. I know just the guy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t set me up with one of your man-slut friends,\u201d Stiles groaned, she held her hands up in self-defense at Erica\u2019s glare. \u201cHey nothing against his life choices, but I don\u2019t know that I want to be a notch on someone\u2019s bedpost myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t know until you try, and he won\u2019t hold it against you if you say no,\u201d Erica said reassuringly. \u201cHe can take your refusal without any bad feelings okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re sure,\u201d Stiles said, not knowing what else to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure,\u201d Erica smiled, hurrying her down the hall and back towards the bar. \u201cJust dance with him okay, see where it goes from there.\u201d<\/p>\n

They ended up at the opposite end of the bar from where they\u2019d been before. Stiles felt her mouth go dry when she got a good look at the bartender.<\/p>\n

He wore the standard black shirt and jeans that the rest of the staff of the club were in, but somehow, they looked absolutely obscene on him. The jeans were so tight, Stiles was in no doubt of what he had tucked away them. The shirt spread across a muscled chest that Stiles felt her fingers twitch with the desire to touch.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s hot isn\u2019t he,\u201d Erica murmured in her ear, \u201cIf I weren\u2019t so into Boyd, I would be lined up to ride his cock in a hot minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor fuck\u2019s sake, Erica,\u201d Stiles hissed at her, looking around she noticed that this end of the bar was populated by quite a few women and men of a variety of ages that were posing and flirting in some of the skimpiest attire in very obvious attempts to get the attention of Hot Bartender. \u201cI don\u2019t think so, Erica.\u201d<\/p>\n

She watched him smile and play at the crowd, and he was good at it. He didn\u2019t give any one customer too much attention but managed to make each one look dazed by the time they received their drink. She imagined there were quite a few numbers on the receipts he picked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not, he\u2019d be perfect getting you back on the horse,\u201d Erica froze a minute and then began to laugh loudly, attracting the attention of those nearby. \u201cSo to speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re awful and I\u2019m going to go back to the table and see what Lydia\u2019s plan of attack is,\u201d Stiles said shaking her head and trying to sound disapproving. Erica was ridiculous, but she always managed to make Stiles laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, at least meet him, he\u2019s a great guy and I\u2019ve been wanting to introduce him forever,\u201d Erica begged, widening her eyes and clasping her hands in front of her. \u201cPlease, please, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d be better off giving her what she wants. When she starts that up, she won\u2019t stop until you give in,\u201d A deep voice spoke from in front of them.<\/p>\n

Stiles glanced up startled only to meet Hot Bartender\u2019s amused eyes. His face, which she has purposely been avoiding looking at was now right in front of her. He was smiling wide, white teeth showing out of a face crafted by a generous god, chiseled jaw covered in dark stubble, dimples winking at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know better than to do that, it only encourages her,\u201d Stiles heard herself say, mouth moving on autopilot while her brain rebooted. She smacked herself internally, she refused, absolutely refused to be turned inside out by a man. No matter how tight his jeans were or how pretty his face was.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so cruel to me,\u201d Erica straightened laughing, \u201cBesides, I got my way. Derek, this one of my best friends from high school, Stiles. Stiles, this degenerate here is a friend from elementary school. He moved away right before I started ninth grade, he only moved back into the area a few months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet Stiles,\u201d Derek flipped the towel in his hands over his shoulder to shake her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou too,\u201d Stiles smiled even as she tried to suppress the shiver that ran through her at his touch. His voice had slid right through her and she already knew that he would be playing in her fantasies later. \u201cErica hasn\u2019t mentioned you before.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy fault, when I left I didn\u2019t keep in touch with anyone back here,\u201d He shrugged as he finally let go of her hand. \u201d I ran into Erica my first day back, couldn\u2019t shake her loose afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, she\u2019s like that,\u201d Stiles smiled over at Erica, \u201cIt\u2019s what makes her so great, most of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, mean,\u201d Erica pouted before turning back to Derek, \u201cWhen are you off tonight, or do you close?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m off now actually, I just came in to cover for one of the guys that called out. Laura has the floor tonight, I was supposed to be off all weekend,\u201d He laughed, shrugging again. \u201cThe joys of owning a business I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou own this place?\u201d Stiles asked, startled, looking around at the place with new eyes. She\u2019d been aware the club was new to Beacon Hills, but she hadn\u2019t realized that Erica knew the owners.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Derek met her gaze when she looked back at him, he smiled at her again and she felt her heart flutter. \u201cWe opened the place up about six months ago, it\u2019s been doing pretty well so far.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s great Derek,\u201d Erica enthused, \u201cCome on back to the table with us. Everyone is here so you can come and meet them finally.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek tossed his head back and laughed, \u201cGive me a chance to clean up and I\u2019ll be over, where are you at?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erica gave him the directions to their table, \u201cDon\u2019t be too long or I\u2019ll come looking.\u201d She told him with her hands on her hips, tossing her blond curls around.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t dare,\u201d He smiled winking at Stiles, \u201cShe\u2019s a tyrant, isn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe thinks so, but you haven\u2019t met Lydia yet,\u201d Stiles laughed, warming up to him. He didn\u2019t get any less attractive, but he was easy to be around so far, even if it didn\u2019t stop her from wondering what his smile would feel like against her skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cI look forward to it,\u201d He smirked at her, reaching out and brushing a curl of hair back over her shoulder before turning and heading away from the bar towards a door she hadn\u2019t noticed behind them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d Erica muttered wrapping an arm around Stiles\u2019 waist and pulling her away from where she\u2019d been watching Derek walk away. \u201cHe likes you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Stiles stopped walking and looked at Erica shocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I mean it,\u201d Erica said, tugging her until she started to move again. \u201cHe could hardly stop looking at you Stiles and that thing with the hair. You, my friend, you are getting laid tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t even know what to say to that,\u201d Stiles said bemused at her friend. \u201cAre you pimping him out or me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Derek, definitely,\u201d Erica said without any shame as they got back to their table. \u201cHey, did you miss me, baby?\u201d She slid away from Stiles and into Boyd\u2019s lap her red lacquered nails gleaming against dark cheeks as she kissed him, his hands automatically settled on her waist.<\/p>\n

Stiles felt a small twist of envy at how easy they were with each other, but mostly she was happy for the two of them. They hadn\u2019t had it easy and when they\u2019d finally fallen together it had been a beautiful thing, they were gorgeous together.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat took you so long?\u201d Danny asked leaning around the entwined couple from where he sat under Ethan\u2019s outstretched arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe ran into a friend of Erica\u2019s,\u201d Stiles said, slipping into the opposite side of the booth from the lovers.<\/p>\n

Erica came up for air at that, \u201cDerek Hale, you remember him, Babe?\u201d<\/p>\n

Boyd nodded, eyebrows raised, \u201cHe’s coming to join us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, he just got off covering for one of his guys. I told him he had to come and meet everyone,\u201d She looked around frowning, \u201cWhere did Lydia & Jackson go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere else?\u201d Ethan smirked pressing a kiss into the side of Danny\u2019s head before reaching for his drink. \u201cThey went to the dancefloor, where they\u2019ll do their version of dancing until the bouncer makes them stop, then they\u2019ll head home, make it halfway there and have dirty, dirty car sex.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s hoping that they don\u2019t get caught this time, I\u2019m not bailing them out again,\u201d Danny muttered finishing what was left of his drink. \u201cFuckers aren\u2019t in high school anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

They all looked at each other and started laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeriously, Danny,\u201d Stiles said, dabbing tears from her eyes. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t have phrased that better, I swear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like you\u2019re all having fun,\u201d Derek said coming up to the table smiling at them. \u201cDerek.\u201d He leaned over the table and shook hands with Danny and Ethan, nodded at Boyd who still had his hands full of Erica.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, this is part of our group,\u201d Erica said, she frowned at the dance floor. \u201cWe lost some out there and probably won\u2019t see them again tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s fine, I\u2019m not going anywhere Erica. I\u2019m sure I\u2019ll meet everyone eventually,\u201d Derek said.<\/p>\n

Stiles moved over to make room for him to sit next to her. She was hyper aware of him sitting there, making conversation with Danny and Ethan about the upcoming street fair. They all talked about the club and how it was doing, what they thought about it, giving their ideas for improvements, there weren\u2019t many, but Danny had a few ideas. She knew that she was being quiet, but she couldn\u2019t think of a single thing to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay there,\u201d Derek said looking down at her, while the conversation changed to other topics and continued around them. \u201cYou\u2019re pretty quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d She smiled looking around briefly. She looked back at him, \u201cI just don\u2019t have much to say at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at her for a minute as if verifying what she said and then he nodded, \u201cOkay, you want to dance?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d Stiles felt her eyes widen. \u201cI–yeah–yes.\u201d She stuttered when Erica, who had migrated from Boyd\u2019s lap to sit beside him, kicked her in the shin. She glared at her friend briefly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d Derek smiled at her like he knew something was going on but wasn\u2019t sure what.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I would like to dance,\u201d She smirked at him, \u201cIf that was an invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek Hale was hot like burning, and he was showing every sign that he was interested in her. She wasn\u2019t going to talk herself out of taking advantage of what could quite possibly be a very<\/i> nice night.<\/p>\n

He grinned, showing both dimples and bunny teeth. How he managed to be both gorgeous and adorable, she didn\u2019t know, but she was going to enjoy the view. \u201cYes, it was an invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d She said, motioning him out of the booth she slid out after him, taking his hand to stand she followed him to the dance floor ignoring the whispers from the table that she\u2019d left behind her.<\/p>\n

Once they were on the floor Derek pulled her close, tucking her body into his. The heat of him was a brand against her. They moved together with the beat of the music, but Stiles couldn\u2019t have told anyone what the song was.<\/p>\n

The scent of spice, pine, and clean male musk filled her senses as they moved, bodies rolling together. They moved as if they\u2019d been dancing together like this for years.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to assume,\u201d Derek\u2019s breath brushed over her ear as he spoke, sending a shudder down her body. \u201cSo, I\u2019m just going to ask straight out. You\u2019re single right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles huffed out a laugh, \u201cYes, I\u2019m single. I\u2019d hope that you are too with how–hmm,\u201d she didn\u2019t finish her thought and he laughed in hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019m single,\u201d He moved them across the floor to one of the shadowed alcoves in a maneuver that Stiles couldn\u2019t have replicated if she\u2019d been paid to. \u201cI\u2019m going to kiss you unless you have any objections to that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have absolutely no objections to that,\u201d Stiles said, reaching her hands up into his hair and pulling his head down to press her lips to his, not waiting for him.<\/p>\n

She felt his laugh as their lips met and then his hand was in her hair, the other and the small of her back, drawing her in even closer if at all possible. His lips were hot against hers, just plush enough that she wanted to bite so she did. He moaned and pressed his tongue into her mouth when she let go of his lip, he dominated the kiss cradling her in his arms. Stiles felt her head go light, her stomach flutter, and her panties went damp.<\/p>\n

Derek pulled back from the kiss, \u201cFuck, you taste good.\u201d He looked a little dazed, but he managed to smirk down at her, \u201cI bet you taste good everywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

She could help the smile she felt slip across her face, \u201cThat was awful,\u201d She murmured at him, making no move to leave his arms. \u201cYou can\u2019t say things like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged, \u201cI still want to find out.\u201d He stared down at her, eyes hot and blown wide.<\/p>\n

She stared back at him, mind racing before nodding, \u201cOkay, I have to get my things and let Erica know. I\u2019ll meet you at the door?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smirked at her, \u201cUnless there is a reason I shouldn\u2019t, I can walk back to the table with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d She looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed her, her eyes fluttered shut, her brain shutting off again. He was grinning when she opened her eyes and looked at him, she frowned. \u201cYou can walk with me, don\u2019t do that again until we\u2019re out of here though, you fuzz up my brain too much.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek laughed with his head thrown back, she stepped out of the circle of his arms and they headed back across the club. Derek\u2019s arm was around her waist as he directed her through the crowd around the dance floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Danny grinned when they got to the table. \u201cYou look like you had fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles raised her eyes at Danny, \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re looking a little red there Stiles,\u201d Ethan said with a smirk, gesturing to his chin. \u201cThe downfalls of a man with facial hair.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles felt her face heat, \u201cYou\u2019re all terrible, I don\u2019t know why I like any of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou love us,\u201d Erica said, breaking away from where she\u2019d been attached to Boyd again. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m heading out,\u201d Stiles said, forcing herself not to fidget or blush. \u201cI need to grab my things and let you know I won\u2019t need a ride home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t?\u201d Erica said smirking like a cat who had just eaten a canary and had a bowl of cream. \u201cWhyever not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErica,\u201d Boyd said quietly, pulling her back down on his lap. \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh fine, ruin my fun,\u201d She snuggled back against Boyd\u2019s chest and pouted. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to you later?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure,\u201d Stiles responded with a smile. \u201cI\u2019ll call you.\u201d She took her purse and jacket from Ethan.<\/p>\n

Derek led her through the crowds of clubgoers with little trouble, they were outside quickly, she shrugged into her jacket as they exited the club.<\/p>\n

He hurried her across the parking lot to his car, a camaro that had her laughing when she saw it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou went all out for the bad boy persona, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe car belonged to my sister first, if you can believe it,\u201d He said laughing as he pushed her up against it. \u201cI bought it from her after she had her third kid and gave in to the inevitability of an SUV.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn SUV, shouldn\u2019t that be a minivan?\u201d Stiles asked breathlessly as his lips moved over her neck and his hands wrapped around her waist lifting her onto the hood of the car.<\/p>\n

\u201cBite your tongue,\u201d He grinned up at her boyish in his amusement, even as his hands slid from her waist up to her torso and her breasts, cupping them under her bra and the sparkly top she\u2019d worn. His thumbs brush over her nipples. \u201cMy sister would die before she\u2019d allow someone to put her in a minivan. Now I can\u2019t continue to talk about my sister right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I wouldn\u2019t think so,\u201d Stiles said on a breathless sigh as his lips found their way back to her neck. \u201cYou\u2019re really good at this, but I\u2019d really like someplace with a bed or at least a door.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek pulled back looking a little chagrined, \u201cYeah, that\u2019s probably a good idea. I\u2019m having a lot of trouble keeping my hands off you.\u201d He huffed a laugh and stepped back, pulling his hands out from under her shirt. He got his keys out to unlock the car.<\/p>\n

He opened her door, giving her a hand in before quickly rounding the car and getting them on their way.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t do this,\u201d Stiles said suddenly.<\/p>\n

Derek glanced at her, shifting gears, \u201cI didn\u2019t figure you did; we don\u2019t have to do anything Stiles. We can have coffee, or I can take you to the diner, I can take you home if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Stiles slid her hand onto his thigh, her nails catching at the seam, she smiled at the stutter in his breathing. \u201cI don\u2019t want to go home, or to have coffee, at least not right now. I just wanted you to be aware that this isn\u2019t something I\u2019m–\u201d She waved her other hand around trying to think of the right words.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I get it,\u201d He said smiling, he grabbed her hand from his thigh and gently placed it back in her lap. \u201cIf we\u2019re going to make it to my place without a detour through, you’re going to have to stop that.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed, surprised at how husky her voice had become, \u201cYou\u2019re kidding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot even a little,\u201d He said vehemently cutting his eyes towards her again, speeding through a yellow light and turning down into one of the more well-to-do neighborhoods in the town. \u201cI\u2019ve been blown away by you since I saw you show up at the end of my bar, I was trying to think of a way to introduce myself when Erica showed up with you later on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Stiles shifted in her seat as they pulled into the drive of a single-story home and he cut the engine. \u201cYou saw me before I came over with Erica?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were at the bar with a redhead, ordering drinks from Donna. I was tempted to switch sides of the bar with her so I could take your next drink order, but you disappeared on me,\u201d He leaned over the gear shift and cupped the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair kissing her softly. \u201cI\u2019m glad you showed up at my end of the bar with Erica, it made it easier than trying to hunt you down in a packed club.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re ridiculous,\u201d Stiles whispered fondly against his lips. \u201cI think I like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d He smiled brushing his lips over hers, \u201cYou still want to come in?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d She replied, a little drunk on his mouth. \u201cI want to see if your jeans are telling the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

He blinked, confusion flashing across his face, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles laughed and pushed him back so she could get out of the car. She was definitely looking forward to seeing if what his jeans were framing was close to the truth, she felt her pussy clench at the thought.<\/p>\n

Derek came around the car to wrap an arm around her waist and walk her to his door. Unlocking it he ushered her in, she\u2019d barely had a chance to glance around before her back was against the closed door.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou drive me insane,\u201d Derek murmured into her neck, his lips kissing their way up to her ear, where he bit at the lobe tugging sharply. A zing of pleasure shot through her; she hadn\u2019t even realized that she was sensitive there.<\/p>\n

\u201cI aim to please,\u201d She managed to breathe out, her hands came up to tug at his shirt, she wanted it off. Wanted her hands on his skin. \u201cGet this off, now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek stepped back and toed his shoes off at the same time he shrugged out of his shirt. Stiles had already dropped her purse, but she threw her jacket off and was stalking her way forward, not waiting for him to make his way back to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a gorgeous bastard,\u201d She managed to kiss him again, she had so many things she wanted to try. \u201cYou make me want to bite you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek raised his brows at her, amusement shining through his lust, \u201cAnd I\u2019m the ridiculous one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are,\u201d Stiles said, running her hand over his chest, enjoying the silky-smooth heat of his skin. \u201cWith your face and your body and your stupid smile.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure if I should be insulted or not,\u201d Derek tilted his head and looked down at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThink about it later,\u201d Stiles suggested leaning up and biting him on the chin like she\u2019d wanted to do when she\u2019d first seen him, then she moved up to press her lips over his. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck until they\u2019d found their way into his hair.<\/p>\n

She felt his hands settle on her hips, grip and then lift her. He didn\u2019t even break the kiss, he slid one hand down to ruck her skirt up from where it had restricted her movement, and then she had her legs wrapped around his waist.<\/p>\n

They pulled back from the kiss to gasp for a breath, and Derek started to walk down a hall, \u201cI want you in my bed, spread out on my sheets.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh,\u201d Stiles gasped as he bit and then sucked a mark on her neck. \u201cI want your cock and more of your mouth, Jesus Fucking Christ!\u201d she felt her eyes roll back as he pressed her up against the wall next to a door and sucked behind her ear.<\/p>\n

When he pulled away, she felt dazed and she knew her pussy was soaked, she couldn\u2019t remember ever feeling this turned on. She adjusted her grip to his face and met his eyes, his pupils were blown wide, from what she could see in the dim lights of the hall.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are going to take me to bed and then I\u2019m going to get a chance to get my mouth and hands on you too,\u201d She kissed him hard, biting at his lip harshly only to follow with her tongue. \u201cIt\u2019s only fair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if it\u2019s fair,\u201d He said panting, he adjusted his grip more firmly on her ass and swung into the room next to them. \u201cI\u2019m all about being fair.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t toss her on the bed as she\u2019d expected but laid her down as if she were something–not quite fragile, but near enough. He stepped back to take off his jeans and she sat up to get rid of the rest of her clothes and the shoes she\u2019d forgotten about at the door.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d gotten down to her panties when he was back on the bed with her. His hands stopped her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me,\u201d He said sliding his fingers along the edges of the silky fabric and then over her pussy, pressing those thick fingers against her. The silk dampened further. \u201cSo wet sweetheart.\u201d He finally slid the panties down her legs, his lips following their path leaving a trail of biting kisses.<\/p>\n

He tossed them to the side and made his way back up her body, his mouth on hers. He kissed her soft and sweet as his hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the nipples. Her body arched into his, where he hovered over her, anchoring her but not holding her down.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, fuck, fuck,\u201d She cried when he moved down and put his mouth on one of her breasts, his teeth nipping at one of her nipples giving just that right amount of pain to her pleasure. She felt her stomach muscle tighten and her pussy clench, \u201cDerek, more, I want more, give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re very greedy sweetheart,\u201d He said, sounding as breathless as she was, his hair a mess from her hands.<\/p>\n

The only light came from the lamp on his dresser across the room, which threw shadows across them both, but she could see his face well enough. He looked as dazed by her as she felt by him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve always been,\u201d Stiles agreed with a nod, \u201cNow give me more or I\u2019m going to take things into my own hands.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek huffed a laugh, leaned up to give her a quick and sharp kiss before moving down her body. He kissed and nipped at her ribs, causing her to giggle before moving on to her stomach and then skipping over her pussy he spread her legs and sat back on his thighs.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re gorgeous,\u201d He said with wonder in his voice as he looked down at her, his fingers trailed up her thighs to her stomach and then down to dip into her, she moaned arching up as he slid a finger in her. \u201cOh no, not yet. I want to taste you first, remember?\u201d He slid his fingers away and brought them to his mouth, slipping them inside. She watched his eyes close as he seemed to savor the taste of her on his tongue and felt herself clench again.<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek, goddamnit,\u201d She refused to beg, but she could quite get herself to order. \u201cDo something.\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened his eyes and looked down at her, a smile curled slowly over his face causing the fire in her to burn even hotter. \u201cHold on sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

He positioned himself on the bed with his arms under her hips and tilted her hips up just slightly. Leaning down he licked into her pussy and she had a minute to be grateful that she\u2019d been waxed just this week before all thought outside Derek\u2019s mouth flew out of her head.<\/p>\n

Stiles tossed her head back and forth on the bed, stars sparkled in her vision as the silk of Derek\u2019s tongue sent her to heights of pleasure, she\u2019d never known were possible. Her finger clenched at the bedspread on either side of her since she could grip Derek\u2019s head from this angle.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh fuck, I can\u2019t,\u201d She moaned trying to thrust her hips, but with the way he held her she could move them, which only made the heat cycle higher in her core. \u201cI can\u2019t Derek, please. I need–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you fucking can, come on Stiles, come on baby, let go,\u201d His voice was rough and greedy, filled with heat and need. \u201cLet me taste you coming on my tongue.\u201d<\/p>\n

He put his mouth back on her and Stiles swore he was ruining her for anyone else with that mouth, that tongue. His tongue flicked over her clit and she felt herself shudder, the sparkles turning to starbursts.<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek, fuck, fuck\u2026\u201d She felt her pussy throb and clench, her chest heave and her mind blank. Pleasure washed over her in a wave of white-hot sensation, she didn\u2019t know pleasure could feel like this.<\/p>\n

Stiles blinked a few times and found herself looking up into Derek Hale\u2019s smug face, \u201cUgh, put that away,\u201d She lifted her hand and drew him in, kissing him, obviously startling him as he barely caught himself before he fell over her. \u201cIt\u2019s my turn now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m all yours,\u201d Derek smirked at her rolling over onto his back with his hands behind his head.<\/p>\n

Stiles sat up, still a little shaky from her orgasm but feeling delightfully achy from it and wanting more. She moved over towards him, \u201cCondoms?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere,\u201d He rolled over and dug in the nightstand drawer pulling out a box, handing it to her.<\/p>\n

She squinted at the box in the dim light making out the expiration date. She nodded to herself before pulling out a couple and inspecting the packaging. Once she was happy, she tossed the box to the side and looked back at Derek. He was laughing quietly at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you always this thorough?\u201d He asked, eyes sparkling as he reached out to pull her closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t hurt to make sure of things, that\u2019s all,\u201d Stiles sniffed, leaning down and kissing him to change the subject.<\/p>\n

She moved from his lips to explore the rest of his body, using her hands, her mouth, and her teeth. She paid careful attention to his reactions, filing them away for later study as she made her way down to his cock. She studied it a minute before wrapping her hand around it and gave an experimental slide.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck,\u201d Derek said on a long-drawn-out groan, his hips twitching in an aborted thrust.<\/p>\n

Stiles wanted to take him in her mouth right then, but she grabbed one of the condoms from the bed, opening it, she slid it on. Then she took the head of his cock in her mouth, and while the flavor of the condom wasn\u2019t great, the reactions from Derek more than made up for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cStiles, fucking hell,\u201d Derek said with reverence, hips twitching and when she glanced up, he\u2019d stacked the pillows under his head. He was staring down at her intently, eyes sparking with need. \u201cFuck, you\u2019re beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and began to suck, swirling her tongue, and humming a little as she went.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look so good like that,\u201d Derek muttered, \u201cBut you looked so pretty in the club, didn\u2019t even notice every guy in there looking at you. I wanted you the minute I saw you. Didn\u2019t think you\u2019d even give me a chance but look at you. You tasted so good; I can\u2019t wait to get my mouth on you again. Fuck me, you\u2019re so good at this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles was amused at the way Derek babbled above her and flattered by his lack of filtered comments. She moved her other hand down to roll his balls in her fingers, then moved to press up behind them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, you need\u2026stop.\u201d Derek reached down suddenly and gently pulled her off him, lifting her in a movement that found her in his lap staring at him<\/p>\n

She was startled. \u201cWhat was that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are too good at that,\u201d Derek said panting for breath, he reached down and took the condom off, throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed. \u201cI want to be inside that pussy of yours tonight unless you have any other ideas and that isn\u2019t going to happen if you keep doing that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles sucked in a breath when he leaned in and kissed behind her ear, obviously having figured it out as her weak spot, \u201cGood idea–mmm–yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you want it?\u201d Derek asked, brushing her hair back over her shoulder.<\/p>\n

Stiles thought about it and then smirked at him, \u201cI want to ride you,\u201d She said as she watched his eyes widen before he closed them on a groan.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are a wicked woman,\u201d He said, lifting her from his lap and handing her another condom before he settled himself against the headboard.<\/p>\n

Stiles laughed, \u201cI\u2019m learning to be one.\u201d<\/p>\n

She slipped the new condom on him before straddling him, he held himself steady as she lowered herself onto his cock. Stiles\u2019 head fell back as he filled her–thick and long.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo good, so full,\u201d She moaned once she was fully seated in his lap, his hands were on her hips holding her steady, his knees had come up to balance behind her.<\/p>\n

She leaned over, placing her hands on his chest. Feeling him shift inside her, she shuddered and moaned, \u201cFuck you feel good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, you too,\u201d He agreed, rolling his hips up to meet her.<\/p>\n

She began to move, slowly at first, figuring out a rhythm, then she let herself go. Faster and faster, she went, sparks of fire racing through her. One of Derek\u2019s hands left her hip to cup her breast pinching her nipple. Pleasure caused her to arch and shudder under his hands as she rode him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, Derek,\u201d She cried out her mind hazy with lust. \u201cGive me more.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGreedy,\u201d Derek groaned but slipped his hand down to pinch at her clit, sending her up and over.<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek, Fuck!\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles shuddered, the fire of her orgasm burning through her, and Derek turned them until she was on her back. He thrust into her, as her orgasm slowly faded, leaving her lax for a bare moment before it began to build again.<\/p>\n

\u201cStiles, damn it,\u201d He leaned down kissing her messy and wonderful. \u201cYou\u2019re so tight, so wet for me. You feel fucking fantastic, you\u2019re so beautiful riding me, under me, all around me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles got her hands back up over his shoulders and into his hair, even as her body pulled her towards another peak. She moaned against his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, come on sweetheart,\u201d Derek said, tearing his mouth from hers, \u201cCome on my cock again, fuck baby. You\u2019re so fucking sweet for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek, oh god, Derek,\u201d Stiles felt herself clenching around him, she brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, thrusting her hips up to meet him as the pleasure built steady and strong.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on, come for me, one more time Stiles,\u201d Derek demanded through gritted teeth thrusting steadily, he got a hand down between them and began to move over her clit.<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek!\u201d<\/p>\n

The orgasm rolled over her in waves, one after another, it felt like they would never stop. She vaguely felt her legs fall to the bed as her body shuddered with pleasure.<\/p>\n

\u201cStiles, fuck!\u201d Derek thrust a few more times before shuddering hard against her, finally slumping over her, catching himself, and rolling to the side.<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek,\u201d She sighed . Her eyes fluttered open, and turned her head to look at him. \u201cHmm\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek laughed, he got up and turned off the lamp \u201cYeah.\u201d He maneuvered them both under the covers, tossing the throw blanket that had been on top to the floor. \u201cStay the night, I\u2019ll make breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles wondered if this was the way these things were supposed to go but decided she didn\u2019t care, \u201cYeah, okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know a great place for dinner too if you\u2019re interested?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stiles rolled over and looked at Derek in the moonlight coming in the windows and saw he looked nervous, \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, if you\u2019re interested?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, for tomorrow,\u201d Derek said, shrugging, \u201cI thought I might take you to that street fair on Main in a couple of weeks. If you\u2019re interested?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDerek,\u201d Stiles said, not sure what to say past that as she lay naked in the man\u2019s bed, but the sex had been great, and she did like him. \u201cSure dinner, the fair–we\u2019ll see how it goes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like roses, right?\u201d Derek asked sleepily, \u201cYou seem like the type to like roses.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I like roses,\u201d Stiles said, suddenly amused.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Derek said, pulling her into his arms. \u201cGood, I want to eat you out again in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

He made a soft sound and Stiles realized he was asleep; she huffed a laugh.<\/p>\n

This would be interesting, Stiles thought as she drifted off, but it might be fun and if tonight were any indication, she\u2019d get some great sex out of it.<\/p>\n

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