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Darren didn’t even have time to register what he was getting himself into before he had an arm full of Erica. His arms wrapped around her waist, stumbling backward slightly before catching himself. He hadn’t even had the time to realize she was kissing him before she was talking once more. He chuckled lightly at her excitement, moving them over to the back of the couch so she was sitting on it; legs wrapped around him still.
The list of things didn’t seem to want to end. Erica wanted to do everything Christmas related; presents, baking, party, music, stockings. Darren honestly didn’t know what to say. Of course, his smile faltered some because this wasn’t his thing, never was. So what was he supposed to say to her, especially when all he wanted to do was make her happy.
“Uh…" He started, feeling the nuzzle and then the kiss. Oh boy. “How about we just work on that tree first…” He was seriously going to regret this, he knew he was.
Erica loved the way Darren was acting with her, letting her get a Christmas tree. She knew she was pushing it with the rest, Darren blatantly said no Christmas, and here he was, giving into her wishes. She was so happy with him, to have someone she could feel safe with, someone that would love her unconditionally. Well, they hadn’t said the words, but still, she knew deep down she felt that way.
She knew she was milking it with all the affection and kisses, but hey, it couldn’t help to sway him a bit more. “Yes, we’ll have to get one cut down. It’ll be fun. We could use your strong muscles to cut it down and then I can give you lots of affection for being so strong…” Erica touched her fingertips against his muscles, giving one of her wicked smiles.
"Derek won’t be too happy with all of this…but at least I’m happy, with you that is."
” Sure ”
"But babeee." he whines playfully. "Of course I could, I mean I did get you pregnant three times now." he whispers against her neck before kissing it softly.
"Yes?" Erica whispered, looking up at him. As she felt him kiss her neck, she whined, looking up at him. "I know you did, you’re a baby making machine obviously."
He didn’t waste any time in wrapping his arms around Erica as she curled close to him. Touch was a big thing he knew with werewolves. And since the blonde seemed to be really distressed by whatever it was she had dreamed about it was apparent she needed it. “Alright. We can just lay here. Talk about other stuff. Or not talk at all. Whatever you want,” he nodded. “No problem, Erica. I know I’m not as good as Derek or the others but my door or window is always open for you guys.”
Erica kept her eyes open though sleep fought with her the entire time. It was too hard to sleep still. “Thank you for that, too.” Erica bit her lip, looking down at his chest. “Derek and the others don’t really comfort. It’s not their thing.” She ran her fingers up and down his chest as she spoke, her heart rate meshing with his own. “What if we talk about Christmas? Like…what you want for Christmas?” As soon as she was healed, she couldn’t wait for Christmas. Maybe this would be the first one she had that wouldn’t be filled with dread. She could go ice skating, build a snowman, make cookies and sit by a fire if she wanted to, without a worry of getting hurt.
He sighed and looked over at her, shifting to get more comfortable in the bed. “I’m not going anywhere, I just….Packs don’t work out for me. I need time away from them” he murmurs. This was going to turn into an argument, he knew it. Why couldn’t she see that he needed this? He’d already lost three packs, he didn’t need to lose another. “If I decide to rejoin a pack, yours will be top of my list, okay?” he says in an attempt to reassure her and stop things from escalating too quickly.
Derek felt chastened by her remark. He knew now wasn’t the time for sarcasm and jokes, but they were the only way he could express any emotion other than anger. He’d have thought she’d know that by now. He does it all the time when he’s around her. “Yes, okay it did” he snaps, not wanting to reveal the extent of the damage it had done to his pride. It felt like he’d been stabbed with one of the Argents’ arrows, but she didn’t need to know that. “If you pinned me down, I’d be ecstatic” he scoffs, though he was being honest, he still came across as sarcastic. It was one of his many special talents, pushing those he cared about away from him, irritating them until they left so they wouldn’t get hurt. He’d sooner be alone in the world than put Erica’s life in danger again.
Ignoring her last comment, he moves closer to the edge of the bed to give her more space when she clambers back in. He closed his eyes and let out another sigh before attempting to sleep. It would be pointless now, there were too many things he wanted to say and too many things he couldn’t. He didn’t want to leave things like this. “I’m a lot of things Erica, and yes, a liar can be one of them” he says, reaching out to pull the covers from over her head. “But if I didn’t want you here, if I didn’t need you here, then I wouldn’t have brought you back” he confesses, his brain to mouth filter malfunctioning on him. He’d never been this honest with anyone, ever, not since…He shook his head and replaced the cover, turning over to try and get some sleep again. She was never going to get over him rejecting her, and until she did, there was no point in even trying to get close to her. He was just going to teach her how to deal with a pack, then he was going to leave. Beacon Hills was always better off when he wasn’t around, and she’d certainly be a lot happier if he wasn’t aswell.
"I will give you time then, but I really want you to be with me, in the pack, I need you to make me stronger." She whispered, looking down at the sheets. Erica felt that they were going to be stronger if they all worked together. "Alright." Her voice was quieter this time, and she was busy with her thoughts then, trying to pay attention to him but getting too busy with her own thoughts.
At the thought of him saying he would be hurt, it made her rethink everything he had said. Did he actually care? Was he actually feeling things about her that she was feeling herself? “Good.” Was about all she could reply. The thought of pinning him down had her letting a moan escape from her lips, shaking her head. Get a grip, Erica. "You wish I’d pin you down. If we were in a real fight though, I would end up winning, you know that." She was way stronger than he was now, and that was going to help with fighting against him, if they were to get in a fight.
Erica wanted to move closer, but she was afraid. She longed for the touch again, but at the same time, she wanted to stand her ground. But with one last sigh, she opened her eyes, scooting her body closer to the middle. “Get over here asshole, I’m still cold.” She wasn’t that cold, if she was being honest, but Erica needed to get him closer, to get that feeling of safety back. Especially if she wanted to get some sleep. “You know, you can’t lie to me forever.” Her fingers grazed forward against the muscles in his arms, eyes flickering from his back down to the bed below her. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to tell me how you feel, about…everything. I can’t read minds, Derek.” It would never be easy, of course, and she wasn’t even sure Derek was capable of being truthful with her. He had already lied so much.