.fic: let's light it up (braeden/derek || pg || coda to 4x08).

“We’ll have to readjust your stance again once you’re healed,” she says, her hands careful on his hips as she turns him a little. They’ve been in the shooting range for hours already, and she’s glad she rented it for the whole day. It’s slow going but by now Derek at least hits the target when she puts all of his limbs into the right position. He’s still far away from this being muscle memory for him and she’s not going to let him off the hook until he can at least somewhat protect himself.

  Derek sighs, his hands coming down as he does it and she takes a steadying breath. Getting annoyed with him just because he really doesn’t want a gun in his hands doesn’t help anything. Derek knows it’s necessary for him to learn it, and he’s here and paying attention. She doesn’t need him to be happy about it.

  “You’re doing fine,” she says, squeezing his hip on his unhurt side and he shoots her a look over his shoulder that’s equal parts skepticism and amusement. “For a newbie.”

  His mouth quirks and she can’t help but stare at it. She took him to bed just last night but they’re both still hurt, limited in their physical activities, and there’s still a lot more she wants to do with him. The way he’s been acting, she might get the chance.

  She winds her arm around his waist, pulls him back against her and Derek sighs again, his head dropping forwards and to the side, making her breath catch. Despite everything, he’s still a wolf in all the ways that matter, and he has to know she knows what he’s doing.

.fic: until our hearts catch fire [braeden/derek || nc-17].

[coda to 4x09. light d/s and praise kink, kinda. kudos to pinetreekate for beta duty.]

Braeden doesn’t say anything, just grabs Derek by the jacket and yanks him closer while Scott helps his beta up. Derek flicks his eyes from her to the others and to the guards on the ground, then back to her, his gaze settling on her mouth.

She darts her tongue out, wetting her lips, and his eyes catch hers for a second before dropping down again. When he just waits, Braeden grins, hooks a finger through one of his belt hoops and pulls him in the rest of the way.

The moment she leans up, he’s tipping his head down, bringing them together in a kiss, and she takes a second to taste him. His dick’s already half-hard against her hip and yeah, adrenaline will do that to a guy. Not like she isn’t pulsing between her legs, getting wet, all of her nerves still lit up from the fight. Too bad it’s gotta wait.

  …

  She’s out of her seat and in his lap the moment he turns the car off, grinding down onto him and digging her fingers into his shoulders.

  “You wanna?” she asks, pressing down harder when he actually looks like he wants to talk about this. “Yes or no, Derek.”

.fic: I Ask of You (Derek/Stiles || NC-17 || Steadfast 'verse).

On AO3: Stiles sighs, presses into the touch of Derek’s hands and thinks. He’s scared, is the thing. Of something big and hurtful he doesn’t want to put a name on, but he’s got practice in doing scary things. Maybe it’s time to take his chances.