Well, everyone, I'm back with chapter two! Kisses to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. :) It totally makes my day when I check my email and have a bunch of alerts saying I got reviews. :D Also, shoutout to tweety4be, my new beta! She's saved you guys from all my stupid typos. :) Anyways, on with the story!

Oh, and since I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter, here it is- I don't own DP.

Oh my God.

What had I done?

I woke up with something warm and soft curled into my arms. It took me a moment to realize that it was Chloe. Who happened to be, like me, very naked. It did not help that my morning, erm, problem was poking her in the thigh. Thinking about what had happened between us last night didn't exactly help that situation, either.

I groaned. I couldn't believe that I had let that happen. I had just started realizing that I might be having some more than friendly feelings towards Chloe, but that didn't matter, since her and Simon apparently had something going on. Or so I had thought. Whatever they had had was ruined now. I think. Maybe Chloe just wanted some fun last night and would run back to Simon once we found him? No, that's not like her. Actually, for all I know it could be like her. I didn't know much about how her mind worked.


Why did this have to be so confusing?

Then again, I wasn't sure how sleeping with your brother's maybe-girlfriend could be simple in any sense of the word.

Chloe shifted in my arms, and I prayed she wouldn't wake. I still had no idea how I was going to handle this situation. Unfortunately, my prayers were not answered.

She blinked a couple times and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand, then smiled up at me.

"Good morning," she said, her eyes bright with happiness. I just grunted, hoping this would fase her. It didn't.

She shifted so that she was lying on top of me and planted her lips on mine. I kissed her back on impulse and pulled her closer to me. Her hands explored my chest and shoulders, making me become almost painfully hard. It took me a minute to realize we were headed back to where we were last night. I pulled my mouth away from her, ready to push her off, but she just moved her lips to my neck.


She was not making this easy for me.

"Chloe," I said, out of breath. "Stop." She did. Her eyes moved up to mine, and I could see she obviously didn't understand what I was getting at. "We can't do this."

Her face fell when she processed my words. I felt an uncomfortable pang in my chest at seeing her unhappy.

"Why not?" She asked me. Her voice was so timid and filled with disappointment that it took all my self control to not just say Kidding! and resume kissing her.

"We just... can't." I pushed her off of me and it felt almost physically painful to do so. "Last night was a mistake. I shouldn't have let that happen." I glanced at her. She had pulled her legs up to her chest and her eyes were filled with tears. I wanted to hold her, cradle her, comfort her. I'd never wanted to do that to another human being before. I got up and shuffled into the bathroom before I ended up breaking down and scooping her into my arms. Distance was the only thing that could keep me from doing so.

Once I was in the shower, I starting thinking about Chloe. More specifically, I tried to figure out what the hell I was feeling for her. When we were at Lyle House, I didn't have many thoughts towards her at all. Just some chick my brother was lusting after who happened to be a necromancer. Then she'd come with me when I Changed. I didn't think she'd be able to handle it, but she did. And having her there... helped. A lot.

Being on the run with her, just the two of us, allowed me to get to know her better. I ended up finding that we got along pretty well, and I enjoyed her company. Somewhere along the line I started to see her as more than a friend. I started noticing things, like the way her blue eyes glistened when she was happy and the way she touched her hair when she was nervous. I never noticed things like this for anyone before.

Then, I started finding her... attractive. And I always wanted to touch her. Not in a sexual way (well, at least not until last night), but just keep a hand on her, so I knew that she was there, I'd kept her safe, she was okay. It was weird. She was the first girl I'd ever been attracted to. And I wasn't quite sure how to handle it, to be honest, especially considering her and Simon liked each other, and she probably would never like me back.

But apparently she did like me back, considering she'd initiated what we'd done last night.

I groaned.

I just didn't know what to make of this whole stupid situation.

I finished my shower as slowly as possible, trying my hardest not to think about Chloe, which was, of course, impossible. When I got out, I dressed at the speed of a sloth. I needed to figure out what to say to Chloe when I got out. After much internal arguing, I figured it would be best to tell her that I wasn't good for her, last night was a big mistake on my part, and she should find someone who would be better to her.

I got out of the bathroom, not knowing what to expect from Chloe. Would she scream at me? Give me the silent treatment? All of those were probably better than what I saw.

She was sitting on the bed (now fully clothed) and curled into a tight ball. Her eyes were blood shot and cheeks were streaked with tears. She didn't even notice that I was there at first, so I cleared my throat awkwardly. She jumped and quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeves.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Um, Chloe, I-"

"I don't want to hear it." She cut me off, fresh tears running down her cheeks as she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

I sat down on the bed, my face in my hands, wondering how I had managed to screw this up so terribly.

After nearly forty-five minutes, Chloe finally came out of the bathroom. She was clean and her hair was dry, even though I hadn't heard a blow dryer. Her eyes were also dry, but they were still red and swollen, letting me know that she had been crying in the bathroom shortly before she came out. It made me feel even more disgusted with myself than I already was, which I didn't really believe was possible.

Chloe shut the bathroom door behind her but stayed near the doorframe, hands still on the knob like she was ready to lock herself back in there at any second.

"We should talk," I finally said, breaking the awkward silence. The awkwardness, however, stayed.

She nodded once, dropped her arms to her sides, and walked over to the bed. I patted the place next to me, motioning for her to sit down. She looked at the spot, then turned and sat at the end of the bed, as far from me as possible. I sighed. This was starting out just great.

"I'm sorry," I said finally, feeling like an idiot the minute the words left my mouth. Just about anything could have been better than "I'm sorry".

Chloe was silent for a couple very long minutes. When I was about to say something else, she spoke.

"Sorry can't fix this, Derek." She sounded so sad, so... broken. I hated myself for making her feel like this. I wanted to take her into my arms, tell her I didn't mean it, that I messed up and I was sorry and never, ever wanted to let her go. But I couldn't.

"Chloe, last night was an accident," Accident? Why did that word pop out? My fucked up brain somehow managed to turn "mistake" into "accident." Just as I tried to correct my wording, Chloe exploded.

"Accident!" She shrieked. "You think it was an accident?"

"Chloe, I-"

"Bumping into someone is an accident, Derek. Knocking over a glass of water is an accident. Sleeping with someone is not an accident! Making someone think you care is not an accident!" She was crying again now, a bit hysterically. She tried to run for the bathroom, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"I do care, Chloe." I told her in a booming voice that she could surely hear over her sobs. She quieted down a bit, but her tears didn't stop flowing.

"No, you don't," She said quietly. "If you cared... then... then you wouldn't make me hurt so bad." Her words literally broke my heart. I could almost hear it cracking inside my chest.

"Chloe," I said, my voice much softer. "I care. And that's why I'm doing this. I don't want you to hurt because I... well because I'm Derek, and I do stupid stuff all the time." She laughed through her tears briefly, but then the crying started again.

"Derek, the only way you could hurt me is if you weren't with me. And what you're doing right now is hurting me really bad. Can't you see that?"

"I do see it, Chloe. And it's killing me. But you'd be better with someone else. Someone who could take care of you and treat you nicely. Someone like... like Simon, I guess." Suggesting that she be with my brother was almost like stabbing myself in the chest.

"Derek! I don't like Simon!" Chloe shrieked, her eyes wide with frustration. "I like you. And I thought I made that pretty clear last night."

"But-" I tried to interrupt her, but she all but bit my head off when I did.

"No! Listen to me! You said that I needed someone who took care of me. Considering all the times you've saved my butt, I think you do a pretty damn good of a job at that. And you said I need someone who treated me nicely. You treat me nicely Derek. You make me feel like I belong in this weird supernatural world, you make me feel brave, and important, and, as of last night, you made me feel beautiful. I've never felt that before. Any of it." She said the last part quietly, and slumped down when she was finished, like saying those words had drained every ounce of energy right out of her body. I lifted her face up gently.

"Really?" I asked. I was surprised I could get even that out after her confession. The fact that I, the antisocial werewolf who was a hazard to society, could make anyone feel that way, let alone someone as fantastic as Chloe, was incredible.

"Really." She nodded. I didn't say anything else after that. I just lifted her into my lap and held her there, concentrating on the closeness of our bodies. We'd spent at least fifteen minutes just holding each other before I finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into her hair. She sat up and looked me in the eyes.

"Does that mean you're going to be more than my friend and not feel bad about it?" She asked me, her pretty blue eyes wide with hope.

"That's exactly what it means. Well, that and I'm the biggest idiot on the planet." She cracked a smiled, and I pulled her against my chest again.

"You know what I'm going to do to make up for this?" I asked.


"I'm going to make you feel beautiful and important and all those other things everyday for the rest of our lives." Chloe looked up at me for a moment before bursting into tears. I swallowed nervously, wondering if my attempt at saying something romantic had been terrible enough to make her cry. "Well, um, that, and not making you cry every day," I said awkwardly. She giggled.

"They're happy tears," she said, her eyes still flowing. "Because that's the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone's ever said to me." She squeezed me around my chest while I wiped her eyes with the pads of my thumbs.

Once her eyes were dry, I leaned down an softly pressed my lips against hers. I had meant for it just to be soft and quick, but once we touched, it became needy and desperate. I had been ready to give her up, and after thinking I wouldn't be able to feel her soft lips again, I needed as much as I could get. She obviously felt the same as I did, considering the way she clutched my hair and pressed herself to me as close as possible.

I parted my lips and pressed my tongue softly against her mouth. She opened eagerly, and I could feel my jeans tightening slightly as our tongues mingled. She tasted delicious, and my body couldn't help but respond to that.

Chloe pulled away, gasping for breath, but I couldn't keep my lips off of her. I kissed her cheek, ear, jaw, neck; anywhere I could reach. I shifted her so that she was straddling me, giving my more access to her skin.

"Derek..." she moaned, still out of breath. I groaned softly. I'd never heard anything more beautiful than the sound of my name coming out of her mouth like that.

Her fingers moved to the bottom of my shirt and she pulled it up as far as she could. I pulled it off the rest of the way, hesitating just a bit before I did so. To say that there was any way I could have stopped us now would be a huge lie. She ran her hands along my bare chest and started peppering my muscles with kisses.

I lifted her shirt carefully, exposing the soft creamy skin of her back and belly at an excruciatingly slow pace. She lifted her arms and I pulled it off completely. Now that the top half was only clad in her bra, I leaned back to admire her. Her cheeks and neck reddened under my stare.

"You are beautiful Chloe," I insisted. Her only response was to kiss me again.

I leaned back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall slowly down her arms to expose her warm, soft mounds. I suppressed a groan at the sight. Picking her up around the waist, I put her down so she was laying on her back on the bed. I started at her neck and kissed my way down her body, not missing an inch of her skin. She moaned when my lips brushed her nipples, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust in my loins.

Once I got down to her jeans, I played with the button while kissing back and forth between her hips. At first there was no reaction, but after a while she started to get frustrated. "Derek!" She moaned. "Stop teasing me!" I chuckled, brushing my fingers across her smooth stomach.

"Say please," I told her.

"Pleeeeeease, Derek! Please, please, please!" She squealed, arching her hips towards my face. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips on account of her pleads.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." I ripped off her jeans, but before I could get to her panties she jumped off the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down my legs as fast as her small hands could managed.

"Well someone's a little desperate today, hmm?" I teased.

"Yes!" She giggled. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. We both groaned into the kiss as our nether regions touched. I sat down with us in the same position, and Chloe started to grind against me. I could feel the wetness seeping out of her panties, and my erection felt like it was going to explode. Chloe apparently felt the same pleasure, because she gasped when she moved a certain way, and bit down on my lower lip. I have to admit, it was quite the turn on.

Finally, I put her back down on the bed and took the remaining garments off of the both of us. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her forehead.

"Ready baby?" I asked.

"Mmm, yes!" She replied, lost in her extreme state of arousal. I planted my lips on hers at the same time I thrust into her.

What I didn't expect was for her to gasp and pull away in pain.

"God, Chloe, are you okay?" I asked, hating to see her in any kind of pain. She nodded.

"I'm... okay. It's just sore. From last night." I nodded, brushing the hair out of her face and trying not to think about how her warm, wet flesh felt so incredible around my manhood.

"Keep going. I think it'll go away if you do," she said after a couple seconds. I was a bit unsure, but she nodded to let me know it was okay. I started moving, slowly, and she winced, but after a bit she relaxed and that smile that I loved so much graced her face again.

"It feels good now," She sighed as she kissed my shoulder.

"I'm glad," I said with a grin, "Because it feels pretty damn good for me too."

Now that Chloe was enjoying herself, I allowed myself to take pleasure in what we were doing. It was slower than last night; more sensual. Last night had been about wild, crazy sex. Right now, we were doing it to be as close to each other as possible.

We rocked together, slowly, and I reveled in the feeling of her womanly parts wrapped around me. She was so soft and smooth and soaking- like warm, wet velvet.

Chloe bucked her hips against me. "Faster Derek..." She moaned. I couldn't help but comply. I could feel her getting wetter, and her walls contracted around me, letting me know she was getting close to orgasm. I was too, but I wouldn't let myself have release before she did.

I caught her mouth with mine, giving her a long, tongue filled kiss. My thrusts into her became more frantic. She moaned something intelligible that sounded like "so close" before moving her mouth to my neck, sucking and kissing messily. I was getting so, so close, but I was determined to please her first. Then I remembered what I did last night.

I moved my hand between us and brushed her clit. One small swipe was all it took to get her coming. Her legs wrapped around my waist like a vise and she bit down hard on my shoulder. That did it for me. I was about three seconds from orgasm myself, and every fiber of my being wanted to stay inside her sweet little body, but I knew I couldn't take the chance of getting her pregnant. I pulled out (it was nearly painful to do so) and lifted myself over her stomach.

The cool air felt awful on my erection compared to how Chloe felt. Just as I was about to grasp myself to finish off, I felt another hand on me.

Chloe grasped my shaft and pumped it in her small hand. Her face was still flush from climaxing and she grinned as she pleasured me. It only took me a couple seconds to reach climax after seeing her like that. I made a mess of her chest and stomach, as I had last night, but this time I picked her up and took her into the shower with me instead of just wiping it off.

Once we were showered and dressed, we checked out of the motel. The same woman was at the front desk, and I held back a growl when she made a vulgar comment and snickered at Chloe's blush. We ate a quick breakfast at a fast food restaurant, and afterwards we jumped on a bus that would take us across town. Chloe leaned against me, and I realized that we would have a lot of explaining to do once we found the others. Chloe noticed the worry on my face.

"What's wrong?'

"Nothing," I said. Disbelief sketched her face, and I kissed her forehead to reassure her. "Really."

"You're worried about something." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," I sighed. She knew me too well. "Just... about explaining... this, us, to everyone. I don't know how well they're going to take it. Simon, especially." I grimaced a bit at the thought. Chloe grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"It doesn't matter. Simon and everyone else probably won't be too thrilled with it, but I couldn't care less. We have each other, and that's all the matters. It sounds lame, but it's true."

I cracked a grin. "You're right," I told her. And she was. I had Chloe, and nothing else mattered.

Well that turned out being A LOT longer than I expected. (And a lot harder too. Writing lemons in a guy's POV is difficult!) But I hope everyone liked it. :)

I don't know if I got Derek's POV down too well. I think I made him a bit too romantic, but maybe I'm just being paranoid. Tell me what you think!

Also, I'm thinking about writing a one-shot for the book Impulse by Ellen Hopkins. It'll be Vanessa and Tony's first time together (since I just can't seem to stop writing lemons). ;) If you've read Impulse (if not, go read it, it's fantastic) tell me if you think I should or shouldn't. :)

Well I think that's it. :) Review please! :D

-Zia :D