Imagine Derek for Deadwithacause
The loft had been hard to find, partially because your GPS is a piece of crap and partially because that’s how Derek wanted it. He answers the door, and when he does your drop both of the bags you were holding and pull him in for kiss. When you let him go he smiles, “Now that’s the Neha I remember.” You give him another quick kiss and pick up your bags. “Are there anymore bags in the car?” Derek asks as he ushers you into his home. “Nope, just this,” you reply. “You are a light packer. You do remember you’re supposed to be moving in, right?” Derek teased. “Yes,” you answer. “And you remember that you were only supposed to be gone for a few days as you tracked down you sister? What have you been doing?” “Missing you every second,” was his response before his lips met yours again. A moment later your werewolf ears pick up the sound of someone clearing their throat and you glance over at the couch where three people sit. You hear Derek sigh, then he leads you over to where they sit. “Neha, this is Isaac, my sister, Cora, and my uncle, Peter. Everyone, this is Neha.” “A pleasure to meet you,” you say with a smile, then you turn back to Derek. “And where will I be sleeping?” you ask innocently, knowing exactly where you will be sleeping. Taking one of your bags Derek leads you to his room. You stop at the doorway and say, “Well, if you’ll just give me a few minutes to freshen up we can get started hunting this, what did you call it, darach?” Derek nods, “Yes. But I will worn you, it’s dangerous and evil and it won’t be easy to take down.” You give him a wicked smile, then give him one last kiss, biting his lip gently. “Sounds fun,” you say, then disappear through the door.
