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I knew why my father made me swear to be back in twenty minutes; it was a ten minute drive to get to Derek's apartment (yes, he finally got an apartment after I bugged him for months about it) and a ten minute drive back. It wasn't even enough time to make out let alone have sex. Unless I drove like eighty both there and back, but I had had enough speeding tickets in my lifetime, I didn't need another.

"I don't think your dad likes me," Derek commented as I stopped at a stop sign.

"Nonsense, he loves you," I retorted sarcastically, taking a left. Derek threw me the 'be serious, Stiles' look causing me to grin madly. "Seriously, he thinks you're trying to 'deflower' his only son. Of course he doesn't like you."

"Deflower?" Derek asked bemused, raising his eyebrows.

"It's a word," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, for girls," Derek pointed out chuckling. "So, are you admitting you are…?"

"I'd stop talking if you don't want to walk home."

Derek grinned but fell silent. He looked out the window, his eyes locking on the half moon, and he softly said, "He's not exactly wrong, you know?"

"What?" I very nearly crashed my jeep into a parked van. I rectified my mistake, clenching my hands around the steering wheel to keep them from shaking. Did he seriously just say what I thought he said? "I-I…" I was actually speechless. He wanted to have sex with me? Was I even ready for sex? I know I complained a lot about not getting any, and I talked a pretty good game, had even told Scott I wanted to have lots of sex, in many different position, for as many times as I could go, but did that make me really ready for sex? And sex with the Adonis that was my boyfriend? Holy crap, as many times as I had pictured it, and dreamt about it (oh some of those dreams… hmm) I never thought I'd freak out over the idea actually becoming a possibility.

"Breathe Stiles," I heard Derek say, and I was very much aware of the panic attack taking over me. With his help, we managed to pull my jeep over and put it in park. He pulled me into his chest, resting his hand on the back of my head, coaching me to breathe with him; in and out, in and out, in and out until I was calm again.

"You okay?" he asked worriedly, softly stroking my hair.

"F-fine," I stammered breathing in his scent. "That sucked monkey ass," I commented drily. I felt his chest vibrate against my cheek as he laughed and my face flushed.

"I'm sorry," he apologized after a long, drawn out silence. "I didn't mean to freak you out."

"You didn't," I said quickly, pulling away from him. "It's just…"

"You're not ready," he said slowly and I vaguely shrugged. "That's okay. Truthfully, I don't think I am either. I mean, Kate…" he trailed off, swallowing, looking away from me, out the window, his eyebrows furrowing. "That's one reason I've kept pretty close to that particular rule of your father's. But, now that you're eighteen..." he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable.

"We are so fucked up," I muttered running my hands down my face. He smirked in agreement, turning back to look at me. "So," I paused, putting my car back into drive, "that was embarrassing."

"Could have been worse," Derek replied, deadpan, and I snorted, pulling back onto the road.

"True," I responded quietly. "I could have had the panic attack during sex. That would have been worse especially if I passed out during the good part. That would have been a huge problem. I mean, how many people do you know who pass out during sex? I don't know any. Though, I had an uncle who died during sex. He was like seventy-five, and I wanted to be sad, but come on, he died during sex. And he was having sex with some twenty-three year old stripper.

"My aunt wasn't exactly thrilled about the prospect of my uncle dying during infidelity, but his son found it just as hilarious as I did. Yeah, I know, I have a weird family, but you can't…"

I was lucky I had just pulled up to Derek's building otherwise I would have crashed my jeep when my chin was gently grabbed and a pair of lips pressed into mine. When he broke the kiss, Derek leaned back and softly said, "We don't have to have sex to prove that I love you."

"Love you, too, Cheeseball," I replied grinning. Derek merely shook his head and got out of my jeep. "So, you haven't had sex in seven years?"

"Good night, Stiles," Derek responded closing the door.

"Seriously, you haven't had sex in seven years?" I called, grinning when Derek flipped me off. "That's so mature!" Derek turned, mouthed 'bite me,' and I snorted, putting my car into drive. I waited until Derek was inside (how very gentlemanly of me) before driving away.

Well, I had learned a few things tonight. One) I was not ready for sex no matter how much I said I was, and two) neither was the Cheeseball known as my boyfriend. I guess we really do learn something new every day. Though, when the time came, I vowed to make sure we were both ready to take that final plunge. I wanted it to be right, to not feel forced, and I wanted it to be with Derek. Even if it took him a few more years to be ready, or me for that matter, I could wait. I mean, I waited eighteen years, what's another few?

God, I must really love him.

This chapter, of course, ties right into The Power of Love. It's like a giant puzzle :)

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