Okay, so I kept telling you guys that I would write some more citrus-y parts to this story and I think I mentioned a dream. Well, here is that dream. I was going to post it in the actual story, but some reviewer said that they enjoy the amount of dirtiness that it has going for the story. Sooo... Here is a dream that Derek has one night, (The night of the fifth chapter in Slowly I Fall In Love...) that he doesn't remember. It's still teen reading, but it is a way more forward than anything in my fanfic.

You are warned. This is a slightly dirty chapter. You may like it. You may not. Read review and don't forget to check out my real fanfic (Slowly I Fall in Love) if you enjoy my writing and have never read it.

I'll be continuing with our regularly updated story tomorrow. For tonight, dream of and with Derek.

THIS IS A DREAM DEREK HAS AND HE WILL NOT REMEMBER IT! For all my followers that are reading the other story of mine.

Derek's point of view.

I was asleep when a light knock woke me up. I looked blearily around the room. Simon was out of bed, most likely in the bathroom. I got up from my bed, curious as to who the hell would knock on y door at this time. I opened the door and there stood Chloe in a nightshirt that hit her mid-thigh.

"D-Derek?" She stuttered out.

"Chloe?" I asked in a whisper, bewildered.

"I'm so scared. I keep dreaming about ghosts and I don't want to fall back asleep and see them anymore." She gave me her widest eyes and looked ready to cry. I wanted to hug her, but I abstained.

"It'll be okay," I managed to say, gruffly.

She shivered a little, the cold of the house going through her nightgown. Her tiny body was engulfed in the nightshirt.

"Please." She begged. "D-don't make me go back to my room. I'm sc-scared."

I ran my fingers through my hair. "What are you going to do here? It's the middle of the night and Simon will be back soon and all of us need sleep."

She looked down, ashamed by a thought. "Can I sleep in your bed? Just for a little while?"

My eyes widened. She had to be kidding. She was afraid of me. Why not sleep in Simon's bed?

"Wh-what?" Now, I was the one stuttering. Damn girl.

"Please? Just five minutes? I'll feel much better." Shit. She was too good of a damsel-in-distress. Her legs were distracting me under that nightshirt. They were great legs for such a short girl.

"Okay." I said, unable to say no to the shivering girl. "But just five minutes. We don't need the nurses coming and finding you here.

She nodded and rushed into the room and straight under my covers. I was thankful that I always took a shower before bed so they were clean and smelled good.

I sat down on my bed, unsure of what I should do.

Chloe's voice came from under the covers. "Thank you, Derek," She said. "This is really nice of you. I always thought you were kinda a jerk. But you're really nice."

"Uh, you're welcome?" I said, uncertain of how to respond.

"Lay down. It's okay. There's enough room."

I looked at the little ball curled under my covers and thought, "This cannot be good." I lay down carefully, trying not to disturb her. Her little blond head popped out of the covers and she said, "Oh, it's so cold. Here." and she threw some covers on me. Having her on my bed, under my covers with me, made me think thoughts that made certain parts of me rise up. I tried to think of things that were the least sexy in the world. Tori, Mrs. Talbot, Dr. Davidoff. I was starting to make progress when a tiny cold hand touched my arm.

"Sor- Oh, my god, you're so warm." Her hands encircled my arm and all of my previous efforts to control little me were squashed. He was straining against my sweatpants and I was glad she had thrown covers on me. I prayed she wouldn't touch anything more than my arm. My two bad brains prayed to God, Budda, Shiva and everyone else that she would.

Her hands started to trace circles on my arm with her fingertips, making me close my eyes and focus on trying not to moan or anything ridiculous.

Her hands traced up and down my upper arm. "You're really muscular, aren't you, Derek?" Fuuuuck. Then her hands started to trace my upper body, bare from my sleep. I gasped when I felt her hands move across my chest and stomach. "Cold?" she said, laughing.

This was wrong on so many levels. I cannot being turned on by Chloe. No. No. Hell- Shit, her hands felt good.

No. Simon liked her. She had to go to Simon's bed. Right now.

I opened my mouth to tell her, while wolf brain and boy brain screamed, "NO!", when she pulled her hands down to my belly button. All thoughts ceased. That's it. No, more. Boy brain could do whatever the hell he wanted. She was too close to my pants line for me to even do anything, but growl.

"Derek?" She asked, when she heard my growl. "What's wrong?"

She didn't even know what she was doing to me. Shit. That woke me up again. I looked down at the little temptress and took a deep breath.

"Chloe, stop."

"Wh-Why?"

"Because... You should go to Simon's bed. Or better yet, yours."

"Oh." She said, looking down, abashed. "I'm sorry. I-" She didn't finish the sentence, she just started to lift herself over my body and out of the bed. Which is when she straddled my stomach and felt my dick press into her back. She looked at me wide-eyed. "Derek?"

She didn't move. Neither did I. We both just looked at each other. Then she gave me a soft smile, leaned forward, and kissed me.