Ficlet: Inquisitive In The Quiet, Derek/Braeden, R, #081 Intrigue
Author: salmon_pink
Title: Inquisitive In The Quiet
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Derek/Braeden
Character/s: Derek, Braeden
Summary: Different isn't always a bad thing.
Warnings: Sexual content, spoilers for Season Four's "Time Of Death"
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 389
Prompt: #081 Intrigue
Author's Notes: If you haven't seen the latest episode, this contains very specific spoilers, so please be aware.
“What does it feel like?” Braeden’s looking at him in the dim light, on her side with her hair fanning over the pillow, one hand resting against his chest.
Derek lets his own gaze drift to the ceiling. Even before the fire, before Kate, before his life got turned inside-out, he’d never been particularly good with words. “Different,” is all he manages, but it’s more than he’d give most people.
“Good different or bad different?” Braeden asks, no judgement in her voice, just the tease of a smile. Her playfulness, it’s surprisingly easy to get wrapped up in it. She’s sharp but not cruel, and she makes him feel like he’s in on the joke, not the butt of it.
He settles his hand over hers, taps a finger thoughtfully. Turns to look at her, and she looks sleepy and open and beautiful. “Why do you want to know?”
She lets out a huff of laughter. “Because this isn’t something I get to see every day. A werewolf losing his senses? I’m intrigued.”
With anyone else, he’d probably bristle at the words. But there’s only curiosity in her eyes, she’s not mocking him. And the way she says it, it makes it sound like it’s just another problem she intends to fix, like she can help Derek recover his powers because she can do damn well anything she sets her mind to.
It’s actually comforting.
Derek frowns as he thinks it over. “It’s just … different.” Being with her, fucking her against the table, her riding him on the bed, it had been incredible. Muted in some ways, admittedly, the scents and sounds and tastes he’s grown used to being ghosts just beyond his reach. He’d felt weaker, hadn’t been able to hold up her body like it was nothing, had felt the burn of exertion in his muscles. But there’d been pleasure in that, in the vulnerability he’d felt, and he knows that’s only because he trusts her.
Braeden smirks at him. “Not one for pillow-talk, huh?” She’s not angry, though, and she curls up against him, her head on his shoulder, hair tickling the underside of his chin.
He’s felt so cold since his power started leaving him, but she’s feels warm and right, and he lets the slow, even sound of her breathing lull into sleep.
Title: Inquisitive In The Quiet
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Derek/Braeden
Character/s: Derek, Braeden
Summary: Different isn't always a bad thing.
Warnings: Sexual content, spoilers for Season Four's "Time Of Death"
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 389
Prompt: #081 Intrigue
Author's Notes: If you haven't seen the latest episode, this contains very specific spoilers, so please be aware.
“What does it feel like?” Braeden’s looking at him in the dim light, on her side with her hair fanning over the pillow, one hand resting against his chest.
Derek lets his own gaze drift to the ceiling. Even before the fire, before Kate, before his life got turned inside-out, he’d never been particularly good with words. “Different,” is all he manages, but it’s more than he’d give most people.
“Good different or bad different?” Braeden asks, no judgement in her voice, just the tease of a smile. Her playfulness, it’s surprisingly easy to get wrapped up in it. She’s sharp but not cruel, and she makes him feel like he’s in on the joke, not the butt of it.
He settles his hand over hers, taps a finger thoughtfully. Turns to look at her, and she looks sleepy and open and beautiful. “Why do you want to know?”
She lets out a huff of laughter. “Because this isn’t something I get to see every day. A werewolf losing his senses? I’m intrigued.”
With anyone else, he’d probably bristle at the words. But there’s only curiosity in her eyes, she’s not mocking him. And the way she says it, it makes it sound like it’s just another problem she intends to fix, like she can help Derek recover his powers because she can do damn well anything she sets her mind to.
It’s actually comforting.
Derek frowns as he thinks it over. “It’s just … different.” Being with her, fucking her against the table, her riding him on the bed, it had been incredible. Muted in some ways, admittedly, the scents and sounds and tastes he’s grown used to being ghosts just beyond his reach. He’d felt weaker, hadn’t been able to hold up her body like it was nothing, had felt the burn of exertion in his muscles. But there’d been pleasure in that, in the vulnerability he’d felt, and he knows that’s only because he trusts her.
Braeden smirks at him. “Not one for pillow-talk, huh?” She’s not angry, though, and she curls up against him, her head on his shoulder, hair tickling the underside of his chin.
He’s felt so cold since his power started leaving him, but she’s feels warm and right, and he lets the slow, even sound of her breathing lull into sleep.