"Shall I drive you home?" Considering her car was parked nearby and he had surely seen it, Derek's question seemed like an oddly inappropriate opening. She did not know where his vehicle was, as he must have arrived right after his release from custody.

"I think it's better if we go in my car. I won't leave it in the parking lot all weekend," she replied with a smile, thinking of her beloved Chevelle.

Derek nodded in agreement and, without waiting for her, headed toward her car. Once they were on their way, Charlotte decided she would not let him stay silent the whole trip, as he had last time.

"I heard you had a rough day..." she began gently, imagining how she would feel in his shoes.

"Thanks to your students..." he sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his tired face. The experience of being detained, coupled with the heartbreak of identifying his sister's body, had clearly taken its toll.

"And just so you know... you didn't say a word about meeting them directly. I thought you were supervising Scott from afar. Stiles said... Do you live in your old house?" The question slipped out before she could stop it.

"Yes, I haven't had time to find anything more suitable. I'm looking for clues and monitoring the teenagers. It's getting beyond me," he admitted, the exhaustion clear in his voice.

She glanced at him, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes and his pallor. "Do you even have water in there?" she asked, but received no answer. You know what? Let's go grab some of your belongings, and then you can come over to my place. You can freshen up and have a proper meal. I can't imagine detention was all that comfortable... She barely finished the sentence, feeling like she sounded like a desperate spinster. Her face flushed from neck to forehead, but she stubbornly stared at the road ahead, already entering the forest. She felt his calculating gaze on her for a moment.

"Yeah, it's not a terrible idea. Honestly, I'm dreaming of a hot shower," he replied quietly, looking away. He hoped she wouldn't take him for a pervert, although, being honest with himself, he wouldn't mind if the evening ended that way.

Derek didn't even enter the crumbling house, announcing that he would follow her in his car, in which he had everything he needed. She pulled into her driveway, gesturing for him to park his Camaro in the garage.

Once inside, she sent him to the bathroom, then realized she hadn't given him a towel. Trying to rectify her mistake, she called through the door, but he didn't hear her, likely over the sound of the water. Odd, given his heightened senses. So she quietly opened the door, intending to leave the towel on the cupboard. The sight reflected in the mirror above the washbasin stopped her in her tracks. She had never considered herself voyeuristic, but Derek's shapely silhouette, blurred by the steam, left her breathless.

"You just looking or you gonna join me?" His cheeky, confident voice made her jump, her heart pounding.

"If you wanna repay me for crashing at my place, you better whip up some breakfast tomorrow," she shot back, giving a sarcastic look and strutting forward with more confidence than she actually had. The Darkness within her stirred, tempting her to give in. She knew she shouldn't, that every time she did, the shadows around her heart grew stronger, but Derek's grey-green eyes were irresistible.

After a moment of hesitation, she shed her clothes and pinned her braid into a bun. Without waiting for another invitation, she stepped into the steamy shower, feeling the space shrink around Derek's muscular frame.

She looked up into his eyes bashfully, aware he could hear her heart racing. His predatory smile sent shivers down her spine. He closed the glass door and placed a hand on her hip, turning her so he could see her back. His soap-covered hands massaged her neck, and she moaned in pleasure, realizing how tense she had been all day. His hands worked wonders on her tight muscles, and he murmured with satisfaction as she relaxed under his touch. As the water rinsed away the suds, he kissed her neck and shoulders, marking a sensual trail with his lips.

With a firm hand, he signaled her to lean over. She complied, bracing herself against the cool tiles, the contrast to the warm water adding to her arousal. His hands moved from her buttocks to her thighs, quickly finding her most sensitive spot. She trembled, pressing harder against the wall as her swollen nipples rubbed against the cold tiles. She sighed, her hips instinctively moving back to meet him.

Derek emitted a low, guttural growl, his senses heightened as he experienced the sensation of her smooth, supple skin pressed against his. Every nerve in his body tingled with a mixture of excitement and restraint, his desire evident in the trembling of his eager member. With a delicate touch, he skillfully caressed her labia and clitoris, relishing in the quivers that rippled through her body, a silent confession of her pleasure.

"More." Her voice, deeper than usual, commanded him.

Without hesitation, he yielded. His strong hands firmly grasped her hips, guiding her into a position of utter ease before plunging into her with effortless grace. A symphony of pleasure echoed through the room as she let out a passionate, unrestrained moan, her teeth sinking into her lip with a fervor that drew forth a taste of metallic sweetness. The air, thick with humidity, became infused with the intoxicating scent of their arousal, heightening the intensity of the moment.

"More," she gasped, her voice strained and desperate, as she pushed her hips harder against him. As he held her steady with one hand, his fingers skillfully teased her clit, evoking another moan of pleasure from her.

Water cascaded down her back, glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. She strained to find purchase on the slick tiles, her fingers slipping slightly as she held on. Derek's rhythmic movements engulfed her, electrifying every nerve ending, overwhelming her senses. The soft sound of his quiet growls blended with her delicate whimpers, creating a harmonious melody of ecstasy that resonated through the steam-filled air.

However, the Darkness within her grew impatient. It simmered and churned, urging her to take control. With a swift movement, she pulled away, turning to face him. As her eyes met his, they radiated an unnatural, piercing green glow. The air crackled with anticipation. His heartbeat quickened, a symphony of desire echoing in his ears. A sly, predatory smile crept across her face as she delved into his thoughts, effortlessly deciphering his deepest desires. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, causing his muscles to tighten in expectation. With a graceful leap, she entwined her legs around his hips, guiding him back into her. The sensation was electrifying, a fusion of pleasure and urgency that consumed them both.

They both let out a low, throaty moan, their voices intertwining in a symphony of pleasure. His powerful hands tightened their grip on her supple ass, providing unwavering support as his eager fingers sank into the velvety flesh, creating a deliciously pleasurable ache.
Amidst their passionate entanglement, a fleeting thought flitted through her conscious mind, noticing the diminishing warmth of the shower water. Yet, the scalding heat radiating from their entwined bodies effortlessly subdued any hint of a chill.
The aroma of the forgotten dinner wafted through the air, but it was inconsequential in their world. Lost in each other, their connection grew more intense, engulfing their senses and eclipsing everything else around them.