SEMI-HIATUS FOR SCHOOL

“You thought you could train me?” He asked in disbelief. He knew she was playing around but still, it offended him a little.  “Plus, you’re definatly not whipping me, Paige. I don’t know  what weird kinks you’re into, but I’m not into that.” He told her and then finished eating his food, sipping at his drink occasionally.  “You’re mean.”

“No, no. I knew I would never be successful in training you. You were too much of a brat all that time ago. In a good way. I knew you would only want the best and the best is what you would get.”  Paige almost choked on the sip of wine that she was taking when he mentioned whipping him, her eyes going wide before she used the back of her hand to swat his arm. “Derek! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re definitely still a brat,” she groaned with a smile, her cheeks heating up quickly.

Derek ran the water through his girlfriend’s hair and  then kissed her head. “You love teasing me, I get it.” He told her and then laughed a little. Once her hair was washed he climbed out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. He then held out a towel for Paige and gave her a soft smile as he wrapped her  in the towel.  “Do you want to watch tv or just go to bed?” He asked softly and kissed her temple. 

As they were getting out, Paige let the water go and was immediately greeted by a towel which she happily held to her to hold the warmth in. A toothy grin was her response to his softer smile as she tightened the towel around her. “Hm, maybe tv? I can take an hour or so of sleep for some  quality Derek time. Besides, I’ve run on less before,” the woman  shrugged it off before standing on her toes to peck his cheek. “I call remote though.”

Derek looked at Paige with a slight frown. He wasn’t sure how to feel about her response. He felt like he was pressuring her to be his anchor, even though he was sure he couldn’t control it.  “D..Don’t worry, I..I’ll change it.” He told her, his child-hood  stutter returning and making it difficult for him to talk.  “I can focus on something else, I promise.” He told her and  then pulled away and walked to the kitchen to try and occupy himself instead of getting angry. 

Despite Derek’s hatred for fire, he was able to control it enough to deal with it in small bursts like this. He dropped the match to the logs and stepped back as it builded in intensity.  He brought himself to the couch and curled up beside his girlfriend on the couch. He leant forwards and took the two plates and handed one to Paige once she was settled.  “This is what I needed today.” He told her honestly and  took a bite of food. “I always thought we would be very domestic.”

Derek playful patted her arm and shook his head.  “Stop laughing at me.” He teased and nuzzled her neck as he held her even closer to him. He cupped his hand  and began to pour the water over her hair, before he  washed it, gently massaging her head at the same time.  “You’re not meant to laugh at me, anyway. You love me  too much!” He told her and then kissed her temple after all the suds were free from her hair. 

Paige could almost be considered to be purring as he was massaging her hair, a happy little smile on her lips as she let him do as he pleased. Moving to sit with her legs crossed in front of her, the woman pressed her forehead into the kiss. “Oh, do I? I think you’re confusing my love for you with my love for watching you do amusing and possibly embarrassing acts.  But don’t fret, it’s still love either way,” she joked, winking over her shoulder at him.

Derek kept his eyes closed and his head back, his hands threaded together and resting on his stomach. “Yeah, it keeps me grounded, stops the wolf taking over completely.  Do you remember what I told you about Liam? How he  nearly killed me and Stiles on our way to Mexico? It’s because he had no anchor.” He told her and then turned his head to look at her.  “Mine used to be anger. I let everything that had ever happened to me give me a reason to pull myself back and not let it take over.” He told her and then gave her a weak smile. “But things have changed. I can feel it shifting. When I shift, I see you. I see your smile and I feel the warmth that spreads through me when you say you love me.”

Paige stopped her piece, the smile growing on her lips. Carefully setting down the instrument, she stepped over it and came to sit on the edge of the couch next to Derek. Hearing that she was the thing that was essentially keeping him coming back as human to her brought warmth to her chest and was beyond anything she felt she deserved. “Then I am grateful that I am able to be that for you. If it means that you won’t have a ruffle in your little wolfy tail then I will gladly be an anchor.” It wasn’t as if she could just tell him not to have her as his anchor anyways. Pecking his cheek, Paige leaned back into the couch and had her head tilted up to look at him with a goofy grin.

Derek huffed softly, not sure if he was amused or annoyed. “Mocking people doesn’t generally make for good bedside manner, you know,” he mentioned. He held still as she examined him before shifting to face her better. “I told you I’d be okay.”

Paige sent him a look from her spot below him that basically told him to shut up before placing her hands on his side again and trying to get the last bits of blood. She was definitely going to make him shower repeatedly afterwards anyways. “You also told me that basketball was more superior than tennis and that’s obviously a lie.”

Derek laughed lightly as she spoke her new name to him.  “It suits you.” He told her lightly and held her tightly in his arms. He stepped back and handed her the bow again  before dropping himself to the couch and resting his head back with his eyes closed.  When they were younger, Derek would often take a seat in the music room, usually in a corner to not distract her and would get as caught up in the music as she did. It was a  pleasure to hear her play and it would completely calm her.  That’s when he realised; Paige Krasikeva was his anchor.  He looked up at her in surprise and gave her a smile.  “I..I think my anchor has shifted.” He told her, moving to  rest his elbow on the arm of the couch. “It’s no longer  anger…it’s you!”

Taking her bow from him and holding it in her hand, Paige noticed the feel of the ring against it and realized that she’d have to hold her bow differently now but it shouldn’t be a problem. She would work her way around it as both the symbolism of her music and the ring made Derek happy and that’s all she could ask for.  Starting to play once again for him and allowing her body to become used to the playing after all these years, the woman had a smile fit on her lips as the only thing she heard was the melodious tune. Even his voice didn’t make her jump when he spoke and, instead, she continued into a quieter piece.  Eyes glanced over at him and and eyebrow quirked in response to his epiphany. “Your anchor? Is that the one that brings you back?” It was still all new, but she was learning quickly.