Author's Note: Heyyy. I hope you guys aren't too angry. I'm writing again :D So, this chapter has a bunch of mush and lovey dovey stuff. Probably, nope, definitely OOC, but I felt it was needed. Kind of a filler chapter... but you love me anyways, right? ;)

Chapter 11:

DPOV

"So, you and Chloe been getting along alright?" Simon asked, grabbing a few more bags.

I smiled. "Yeah."

"You might want to tell her to try and cover her neck," he said, waiting for me as I grabbed the rest of his bags. "It kind of stands out."

I nodded, and we headed back in. Apparently, the girls had already made their acquaintances. Veronica took a seat on the chair, and Chloe had curled up on the couch. Simon grabbed a chair from the kitchen and pulled it close to Veronica. They held hands. I sat over by Chloe, wrapping an arm around her protectively. Simon smiled, and then grimaced.

"What happened?"

I sighed, and retold the story, leaving out our declaration for each other (A/N: that sounded wrong, but I had to put it in somehow), right up until when we got to the cabin.

Simon ran a hand through his hair, getting angry. He got up, paced, and then sat back down. He and Andrew had a wonderful relationship when they were younger. I don't believe that they continued to talk today, but Andrew was a close relative to Simon, the only one other than dad and I. When he sat back down, Veronica rubbed his back soothingly.

"So what now?" Veronica asked, despite Simon's apparent distress.

"I think we should all go to California, with Tori," Chloe said confidently. "Hopefully they won't trace us there. But if they do, we can have another plan ready."

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to simply stay here and try to figure out why the hell Andrew was still after...

It must be Chloe. All of those incidents; first her car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, and then the creeper guy who tried to chase her down. Nearly killed her. Then the shot at her house.

But why was he still after Chloe? I had already ruled out the thought of myself (though it kept coming back). No one had any idea that I had left the cabin. Hell I didn't even know what I was doing. Not until I finally found her, anyway.

"So, sleeping arrangements?" Veronica asked, looking around. Both her and Simon had a long day. I ran my hand through my hair.

"I have a double bed and a blow up mattress."

"Chloe, you want the bed?" Veronica asked her.

Chloe made a face, as I knew that she would. She wouldn't want any special treatment. "No, I'm fine. I don't mind sleeping out here."

"Would you mind me leaving to catch some z's?" Veronica asked, a kind smile on her face. "I've had a long day."

We excused her, and Simon quickly followed. They headed into the shower together, and I went and grabbed the blow up mattress. Chloe sat on the couch, her eyes wondering. The mattress had an automatic engine, so I set it up and sat on the couch next to Chloe.

"The gang's almost back together," she said, a small smile on her lips. My hand went to her hip, and she leaned into my side. "Finally."

We sat for a bit. The mattress was finished, and I dressed the bed, grabbing a couple pillows. Simon and Veronica had retreated to the bedroom after bringing a couple suitcases in. Chloe had changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She asked my why I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Silly girl.

"Seriously Derek. You keep staring at me, and I'm going to have to break out a collar or something."

I walked over to her; she was standing at the kitchen window, washing a cup. She wasn't expecting me, that's for sure. Wrapping my arms around her waist, she bit back a squeal as I whisked her over my shoulder, going throughout the house and shutting off all of the lights.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, and though I knew she was trying to be pissed, I could hear her holding back her laughter.

I ignored her, laying her gently on the mattress. I stripped, and got into bed with her.

"It's not my fault you bought those shorts," I said, moving my arm so she could get closer to me.

"It's not my fault you can't control yourself," she said, a playful demeanor dominating her voice.

I raised an eyebrow though she couldn't see it. "You think I can't control myself?" She had no idea.

"Well, seeing as how you can't take your eyes off of me, I do have reason to believe that."

I smiled, brushing my mouth across her cheek. Instantly her breathing became uneven and her heart began to pound. The affect I had on her just made it all that more enjoyable.

"I have reason," I whispered, moving my lips down to her neck. She shivered. "To believe..." My lips pressed against her collarbone. "That you're the one who needs some control."

I brought my mouth over hers, just hovering there. She tilted her head, trying to close the tiny gap, but I pulled away.

It took nearly all of my focus to pull away from that girl. I would never admit it to her, especially when I was playing like right now, but the wolf was whining, wanting to kiss his mate. I pushed him back, knowing it would be better.

All of a sudden, the room was filled with light. Moonlight. A cloud must've passed from it. What I saw on her face - my heart stopped, and at that moment, I had nearly lost control. She knew it, too, for that devilish smile that possessed her lips told me I was in trouble.

A hand traced my jawbone, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone. She danced her fingers across my bare chest, outlining the ridges in my stomach. I shivered, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw.

"Whose losing control now?" she whispered. The next sound I heard was the intake of her breath, and for a moment, I didn't understand why. But when my head spun from lack of air, I realized that I was straddling her, my mouth strong on hers. Pulling away in an instant, worried that I hurt her, I froze. Her eyes were closed, a smile on her face. There was no doubt what she was feeling right now; her scent was stronger than ever.

"Told ya," she whispered, peeking at me. My heart warmed for some reason. I laid besides her, simply holding her in my arms.

"Trying to prove me wrong, are you?" she asked, though she through a leg over mine.

"Nope. But Simon and Veronica are in the other room."

She sighed, and I almost asked her. We'd been, officially, together for how long? But I knew where she was coming from. There would never seem like enough alone time with this girl. I would be happy if she was the only person I knew, not that I'd ever tell Simon that.

"Besides, you're still healing," I said, my mouth on the top of her head. "You can't tell me that you feel better already."

"I feel a lot better than I have in a long time, Derek." Her words made my heart pump hard, and her tone took my breath away. I couldn't misunderstand her message.

"I know how you feel." If she felt any of the...emptiness I had while we were separated, then it was impossible not to feel better. We simply laid there, and I felt her eyelashes tickling my neck. She was trying to stay awake.

"Go to sleep," I murmured. "You need to rest, or you'll never get better."

She mumbled something colorful before shutting her eyes. Her breathing slowed, and quickly she was asleep.

I wouldn't ever get sick of this feeling, holding her in my arms as she falls asleep. Every time, all I could do was marvel at how right it felt. The wolf curled up, obviously happy. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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