Okay, so this is just something that popped up into my sick perverted head one day when I was listening to Britney Spears' song Gimme More. If you think about it after reading this, it pretty much goes perfectly with this. Okay, so this I currently planned to be a short story from mostly Derek's POV 'cus I don't really like Chloe's POV too much. The only other POV there would be is Kits' so that's just a heads up for all of you who like Chloe's POV. Sorry. Well, not really. So this is basically taking place after The Awakening I guess. Only, they found Kit and Lauren and now live in a huge house in Colorado. Chloe and Derek are not together yet, but Derek knows that Chloe is his mate. Chloe knows that she likes him, and thinks that he might like her, but is too shy to say anything. Lauren and Kit can tell that Chloe is Derek's mate and Lauren still hates him so she naturally makes a big deal about it with Kit. Derek admits that Chloe is his mate to his Dad and makes him promise not to tell 'cus he doesn't know what he's going to do about it yet. Chloe still has half a million dollars on her head and Derek is still her supposed kidnapper. Simon and Tori know that they're related. Here's the story! :D

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KPOV

I walked into the kitchen, knowing that if I needed to talk to Derek, that's most likely where he'd be. Sure enough, when I step through the door he's at the counter making a sandwich. I checked the clock. Yep, it's 3:05, his designated time for his fourth snack of the day. Werewolves, what are you gunna do?

"Hey, Dad," Derek said, not even turning around or stopping his sandwich making.

"Hi, son." I went over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I sat down at the table and waited for Derek to eat. It's not use trying to talk to him when he was hungry, so I'd wait until he was finished eating.

After about 10 minutes Derek had finally finished his third sandwich and was washing his plate. Well, now's as good a time as any.

"Derek, we need to talk."

He stiffened, but didn't stop washing the dishes. "About what?"

"Well you see, for the past week I've been watching your behavior and have something very serious to ask you."

He turned to face me while drying a pot with a dish towel in his hands. He leaned against the counter looking at me with his emotionless mask that he seems to almost always have on, almost. "Alright, ask away."

"Is Chloe your mate?" He was always one to be blunt, maybe he'll answer if I do it his way.

He dropped the pot and it landed on his foot with a loud 'clank.' "Shit!" He bent down and picked it up. He looked up, shock written all over his face. Shock and… fear? But it was short lived, because by the time he put the pot on the counter, his emotionless front was back up, like nothing had happened. I'll never understand why he does that.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you right." With his werewolf ears? Pshh, he heard me just fine.

"Is. Chloe. Your. Mate?" I repeated.

"No," he replied all too quickly. I cocked an eyebrow. He sighed, looking defeated. "Alright, fine, yes, Chloe's my mate. But it doesn't matter because Simon likes her. I mean really likes her. To him, it's different this time, and it is, so I'm just going to back off and let him have her." That's stupid! Simon's been with a million girls and I have no doubt that he'll be with a million more. If Chloe's Dereks' mate, then she's it for him. His one and only, the first and only girl that he'll ever love. For him to give her up just because Simon has a fleeting crush on her is the most ridiculous thing that I've ever heard, and will be the hardest thing he'll ever do. A wolf giving his mate to his brother just to make him happy? That doesn't happen, ever. Most werewolves wouldn't ever like the thought of their brother being within five feet of their mate, let alone dating them. If Simon ever tried to kiss her in front of him… we'd have a problem. So I told him so.

"Dad, I'm not like most werewolves, never have been and never will be. Sure it kills me to know that she'd rather give herself to Simon than me, but I can't do that to Simon."

"Derek, forget about Simon for a moment. I'm going to ask you something that you might not want to answer, because you hate talking about your feelings, but I need you to answer me honestly, leaving out no detail."

"Oh, please don't make me talk about my feelings." He spat the word like it was a curse.

"Derek…"

He sighed again. "Fine."

"When you're alone with Chloe, whether you're outside taking a walk or watching T.V., what happens? What do you feel and what does your wolf say?" I knew he wouldn't like this question, but it was necessary.

"When I'm around Chloe… I… Do I have to answer this?"

Now it was my turn to sigh. If he didn't hurry up, someone might over hear. For his sake, he better answer soon. "Yes Derek, you do. Now answer the question."

"Okay fine… when I'm alone with her… I… the wolf… says… suggestive things."

"Like…"

"Like… things…"

"Derek…" I warned.

"Fine, he says things about how pretty she looks and how much he wants her and, and how she's ours and sends me… images, that aren't exactly… appropriate and stuff."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really," he mumbled. At this rate, we'll be here until dinner.

"You do know that if you keep stalling, I'm not going to give up. Your just making this harder on yourself." Derek likes logic; maybe pointing it out will actually get me some answers.

"Jeez, he sends me various images of me and her in very… compromising positions, alright? And he says things about her body and other perverted things that cause me to take a lot of cold showers. I can barely stop myself from jumping her whenever I smell her, but so far the closest I've gotten to that was unconsciously brushing my hand against hers when we were walking next to each other. And every time I see Simon holding her hand I just want to go over there and rip his head off and it scares the shit out of me! It scares me because I don't want to hurt my brother, it scares me because I keep getting these intense feelings that I'm not use to and don't know how to deal with. But most of all, it scares me because all she has do is bat her baby blues at me and I suddenly become her puppet! I can't think for myself and I'm pretty sure that if she asked me go and punch some guy because she didn't like his face that I would! SHE CAN MAKE ME DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS AND IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" By the end he almost shouting, standing up from where he was seated at the table across from me, and was breathing heavily. I stared at him wide eyed for a minute before he relaxed.

"Can I please go take a run?" he asked exasperated.

"Sure." I replied, still too stunned by his outburst to give more than a one worded answer. He exited the room and I heard the back door slam behind him. A good run through the woods would be good for him.

About three minutes later, Lauren walked in with her eyes a blaze and her mouth in a tight line. "Please tell me that I did not just hear what I think I did?" she whispered fiercely. Oh dear Lord, she heard. She despises Derek. Now that she knows about Chloe being Derek's mate, she's going to try taking her away from him. But she can't do that! When a wolf loses his mate he goes into a deep depression and some even end up committing suicide. I won't let her do that to Derek.

"Yes, you did hear what you just thought you did, and it is a wonderful thing. A werewolf and his mate is the strongest love in the world- both normal and supernatural. You should be happy, Chloe will never get hurt," I stated calmly.

But it didn't help, she was furious. Her face was beginning to turn purple, and for a moment, I thought she truly might explode. "NEVER GETTING HURT? DID YOU HEAR A SINGLE THING THAT MUTT OF YOURS SAID? HE DOESN'T LOVE HER, ONLY FEELS SEXUAL FRUSTRATIONS! PLUS, HE'S A WEREWOLF! HE IS DANGEROUS, THE MUTT WILL HURT HER!"

Too far! "Lauren, DO NOT CALL MY SON A MUTT! HE WOULD NEVER HURT CHLOE, AND HE DOES FEEL TRUE LOVE FOR HER! LOVERS LUST FOR EACH OTHER LAUREN, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS! Not that you would know."

She blanched at that. I fought back a smirk. Finally she whispered back a response that had so much venom in it you'd swear that she was part snake. "I don't want that mutt to ever be alone with Chloe. Is that understood? The mutt has no control over his hormones."

"My son has plenty of control over his hormones. He is well aware of the fact that it would be inappropriate for him to give in to the things that his wolf half urge him to do to her. I bet that even if him and Chloe were home all alone, and she tried to seduce him, he wouldn't give in." I only half believed what I was saying. Yes, Derek wouldn't jump her if they were home alone. But I doubt that if Chloe tried hard enough he would be able to resist her. He's a teenage werewolf who's living with his mate, what do you expect?

"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" she asked smugly.

"What do you mean…?"

"You perfected your seduction spell, correct?"

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"Wait," Simon asked. "So we're going to go 'grocery shopping' for two hours tonight so that Chloe and Derek can be alone together and you're going to put a spell on her that makes her some kind of master seductress?"

"To see if Derek can keep himself from jumping Chloes' bones?" Tori finished.

I nodded. "And we're going to actually be at a hotel room with using a spell that allows us to watch over them. If it gets to the point where Derek is about to… enter her, then I will put them both to sleep so that nothing really happens."

Lauren wants to see that I'm right for herself, and then she'll get it.

"Well, I'm on Chloe's side. I see the hunger in wolf boys eyes when he looks at her, there's no way he'll be able to resist, with all his freaky werewolf hormones."

"What? No way. Derek is a man of logic. If it is illogical for him to hook up with Chloe while we're gone, then he won't, no matter what she does." There's my boy. At least he has some faith in his brother, unlike a certain witch.

We sat there for a few minutes making a fake grocery list so that it looks believable when we leave. I never go shopping without a list of what we need, so if I don't have one, Derek will be suspicious. And I have no doubt that he'll call me out on it.

Finally, he came down stairs, hair still wet from taking a shower. I checked the clock. 9:00. Perfect. He sat down in the recliner that he always sat in and looked at me, cocking an eyebrow.

"What that?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the 'grocery list.'

"We're going shopping, but you and Chloe can't come. She still has half a mill on her head and you're still her supposed kidnapper. We should only be about two hours," Lauren explained calmly. Wow, she's a good actress.

"Oh," he said falling back into his chair with a slightly confused expression on his face. "Cool."

DPOV

I cannot believe I just told him that.

I was currently running through the woods in the back of our new house in Colorado after confessing to my Dad that a certain strawberry blond beauty was mate and that I felt so much sexual tension around her that I'm constantly taking cold showers. The worst part? That was my feelings when they were played down, what I truly felt for her was so much stronger and far more complicated.

Just seeing her breath was enough to get me aroused. One night she passed me a bowl of corn at dinner and her fingers lightly brushed mine. For a second I couldn't function, think, breath. Then, once she pulled away, I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing a long shirt. Her voice set off a set of flutters inside of my stomach and made sometimes had the ability to make me forget how to speak. How I can carry on a normal conversation with her without stuttering or jumping her is beyond me. Every fiber of my being ached for her touch, and when I was lucky enough to actually get it all it did was make my body scream for more.

Too bad my body wasn't the only thing that was constantly screaming at me to claim her. The wolf in me recognizes Chloe as its mate and even though it holds an undying love and need to protect her, it still wants to have sex with her just as much. He was always saying perverted things.

'Damn she looks good in those jeans! Wonder what it would feel like to be in them…'

'Go over there, touch her, talk to her, kiss her, make love to her, anything as long as it involves her!'

'Wow, you could be the one being all flirty with her well on your way to getting in her pants, but instead your let your brother do it. Crazy bastard.'

And they get worse. I sighed. I'm tired, I think I'll go home and take a shower. I walked inside and heard Chloe watching T.V. while everyone else was in the living room listing off different things that they wanted from the grocery store. Didn't we go grocery shopping on Tuesday? It was only Friday; we shouldn't need to go again. Then again, it's a house of three teenagers, two adults, and a werewolf, a teenage werewolf no less. Maybe we do need to go the store.

I silently made my way up the stairs and turned on the shower. I stripped myself of my clothing while I waited for the water to warm up. I looked at myself in the mirror. I still didn't look good, but I looked better. Ever since I started my Changes my face had begun to clear up and the acne I did have was no longer that nasty shade of angry red. My hair didn't stick to my head from grease; it was kind of… softer. More like fur. Ironic, I guess. I don't need to take showers twice a day anymore… well I do, but not because I smell bad. 'Cus of Chloe.

Chloe…

Everything seemed to come back to her. I sighed and got into the shower. I was in the middle of shampooing my hair when I heard Chloe turn off her T.V. and make her way across the hall. She opened the door to the room next to mine and locked it behind her. I heard the shower turn on and the swap of fabric against fabric and my eyes widened. She was showering, only a mere 10 feet away from me. Undressing ten feet away from me, washing herself ten feet away…

Now just imagine if she was in here with you… the wolf said. It started sending me an image of me and her… in the shower… washing each other… me shampooing her hair… her lathering soap on my chest… me pushing her against the wall under the shower head while I fu-

Bad Derek! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!

It took a whole lot of effort, but I finally managed to finish my shower without having to turn the water on freezing. I dried off my body with my towel and shook the water out of my hair like a dog that had just run through a set of sprinklers. Like I said, I have a lot of instincts. I threw on a pair of jeans, a long sleeved black shirt, and a dark blue zip-up hoodie. I went down stairs deciding to join everyone in the living room.

When I got there, Dad was writing something down on the grocery list they were making and I plopped down onto the recliner I always sat in. I cocked an eyebrow at him and nodded my head in the direction of the notepad. "What's that?"

I may have asked Dad, but Lauren answered. "We're going shopping, but you and Chloe can't come. She still has half a mill on her head and you're still her supposed kidnapper. We should only be about two hours," she said.

They're leaving me here… alone… with Chloe, for two whole hours? Why are they even going shopping, it's like 9:00 at night! I could feel my confusion show slightly on my face, but otherwise put up a calm front, like what they just told me didn't make the wolf keep sending me images of what we could do while we were here alone.

"Oh, cool."

Oh, fuck.

Okay, how was that? I know that there wasn't really much of Chloe and Derek stuff there, but this was more of an information chapter. The next chapter will be all about Chloe trying to go down on Derek. I've already started writing it, so if I get at least ten good reviews by later today, I'll post the second chapter. ;D The second one it the chapter that'll have all of my fellow Darkest Powers pervs on the edge of their seats. I hope that you guys liked it, and would love it if you guys reviewed! Love you all! :D And check out my other stories if you can, they're DP fanfics too.