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Chapter 2

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Within moments the fire blazed cheerfully. I noted Derek's soaked sweatshirt and grew concerned. "It's not very warm out tonight, you really shouldn't be wearing wet clothing."

He gave me an odd look. "Well what do you expect me to do, strut about the house naked?" I tried not to giggle at that.

"Not naked per say, just hang your shirt and pants by the fire. You still have your shorts and T-shirt right?" He looked over towards the fire and back to me. "Come on, I've seen you in less before." I smiled as I said it, earning a grunt from him as he began peeling off his shirt. His T lifted a little with the effort, giving me a glimpse of his abdominal muscles that were always so hard to study in the darkness. The flames lit up his stomach, casting shadows between each defined bump, accentuating them.

As he left the room to put on his shorts I gulped quietly. He was absolutely yummy; the blemishes that once covered his body were now few and free of that angry redness that once took away from his perfection. There was so much of him. My mind drifted as he hung up his clothing, to the coffee shop we'd run to after losing Liam and Ramon. I remembered his hands on my body, their roughness and strength. How they seemed to cover every inch of my exposed skin. I wondered how I could get him to repeat his earlier actions.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Derek asked gruffly as he plopped down on the other end of the couch.

My cheeks turned a deep shade of maroon as he studied my face. "Just wondering where Tori and Simon are." I answered quickly. "They should have gotten here before us, what if something happened?"

His face began to soften at that. "I'm sure they're ok. You really shouldn't worry about Simon so much; he can look after himself, provided the Bitch doesn't drive him to do something rash. Plus..." He never got a chance to finish as I hurled a pillow and hit him square in the face.

"I warned you not to talk about her like that!" I said smugly, fighting off a laugh. His expression was priceless, he never saw it coming! My smile fell as he glared at me, a small smirk making its way to his face.

"You really shouldn't have done that." He purred.

"Awww. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" I teased. I had never seen him look at me with such intensity, and if I was being honest with myself, it was a real turn on.

He growled slightly in his throat before pouncing. He reached for my stomach but I flailed madly. The bastard was trying to tickle me into submission! I moved as quickly as I could, twisting my body and trying none too hard to fend him off. In the end, his superior size and strength forced my limbs down and he stared at me with an evil grin.

He leaned over my body, his face a mere whisper away from mine. "I win." He stated, his breathing had picked up slightly.

"Well congratulations to you for picking on a poor defenceless girl. What does the big strong he-man want for his prize?" I quipped, hopping he didn't detect the nervousness in my voice. My heart was in my throat and the temperature of the room felt significantly higher. I stole a quick glance at the fireplace to make sure his cloths hadn't caught on fire.

He pulled back slightly, a scowl forming. "Gosh, can I really have anything I want?" He responded somewhat sarcastically. He raised himself off me, going back to his end of the couch.

What was that all about? I thought somewhat confused. I was so sure he was going to kiss me there. It was then that I heard him whisper under his breath, "Simon already has what I want...."

My heart felt light, I knew what he meant. All those innocent gestures, the hand holding and laughter; he thought I had fallen for his brother. I untangled myself from the afghan and knelt beside him. "Derek," I whispered softly.

He answered with a flat, "What do you wan..." before I leaned him and pressed my lips to his.

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I swear my heart stopped beating.

I had thought that Simon had staked some sort of claim on her, that she wanted to be with him. Yet here she was, her petal soft lips pressed to mine, her warm breath on my skin. She pulled back and cupped my cheek. "Derek," she repeated, placing a kisses across my face mid sentence. "Simon. Kiss. Is not. Kiss. The one I want. Kiss. And with that she looked me in the eyes, those round blue orbs shining with warmth and affection.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her down into my lap, silencing her with my lips before she could squeak in protest. I alternated between plundering her mouth to sucking on the skin of her neck and collar bone, earning small sounds from her as I did so. Her legs curled around mine so that she was sitting Santa-style on top of me. I explored her body with my hands, feeling her every curve and memorizing as I went. I learned about her so intimately by touching her.

Her sides were only ticklish when brushed lightly with fingernails

When the spot joining her neck and shoulder was bitten, her clenched and her lower body jumped

She had a small pock mark on her left forearm

Such things may have seemed so insignificant, but I found myself relishing in every new fact, in her every sound and movement. I desperately wanted to know what was beneath her shirt and my hands itched to touch the soft skin of her stomach, but I forced myself to stay calm. I wouldn't push her, not tonight. Not when everything was still so new. If things kept escalating, I wasn't sure I could keep my feral instincts in check.

"Derek..." she moaned as I sucked on her neck, leaving a mark that I couldn't help feeling somewhat proud of. I smiled against her. I never thought anyone would make those sounds for me. I pressed my face the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, memorizing her unique scent.

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How could anyone so strong also be so gentle? I asked myself as Derek buried himself against me. I allowed myself a moment, before deciding things were going a little to PG for my mood. I pushed him back against the couch, not even taking time to register his expression before kissing him passionately. He responded in turn by fisting my hair and pulling me closer with his other hand while thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I allowed my hands to skim down the front of his shirt, teasing the muscles as I went down and feeling them tremble beneath me. I felt so wanton, so powerful. I found my way under his shirt and scratched his stomach lightly, earning a growl from the man beneath me.

I licked and sucked my way down his neck like he'd done to me. I nibbled on the skin and dipped my tongue in the hollow of his collar bone. The neckline on his shirt was loose, giving me a glimpse of that beautifully sculpted chest. I bit him and he bucked slightly underneath me, emitting a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine. I pulled back then, looking him in the eyes. When I was able to catch my breath, I finally spoke. "Figured out who I want yet?"

He gave me an odd look then, before we burst out laughing together. He picked me up as he positioned himself to get more comfortable, half lying on his back along the length of the couch. I snapped up the blanket and tossed it over us before snuggling into his chest. We spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, sharing kisses. What could be more perfect?

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"Hello?!"

A voice roused me out of my sleep. Still hazy I looked down at the blond girl sleeping soundly against my chest. I smiled softly and planted a kiss on her forehead. She shifted slightly but did not wake up.

"Looks like we missed a hell of a night." Came another voice, female this time. I looked over to the door to see my brother and the Bit... Tori standing there, staring at the sight before them. I looked over to the now smouldering fire, my cloths still hanging.

"Don't get too excited." I snapped, pulling off the blanket to reveal my fully dressed self. Chloe finally woke up and started looking groggily around.

"Hey guys." She mumbled, not yet cluing in to what was going on.

"So what did we miss?" asked Simon with a huge grin on his face.

"Nothing much." I answered simply. "Just enjoying our last night alone together."

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So here's my two-shot for all you Chlerek fans out there. Happy writing to all you out there wanting to create your own fics.