He’s been here before, Derek knows. He was the one to help her into her own apartment after pulling strings and getting someone to higher her. It wasn’t easy switching during the day or while she was around, but changing her predicament became his number one objective. Her job was simple and kept her away from doing chores that included taking the garbage out. She took orders by phone and dealt with customers for a bakery. It gave her the option to purchase food and feel like she could be more despite growing up as she had. Food wouldn’t be a problem. Work wouldn’t be either. Not with how tenacious she was when he first met her and all.
Their first steps out of the threshold of the stairwell and onto her floor said something far different. Sure, she was here, with him, drawing him into her life without even truly knowing who stood beside her and there was a lot t
While nothing seemed to be implied, he couldn’t help but feel himself blush at that. Where exactly was this night leading him on to? Derek recounted the moments in his head and caught the way Aislyn nervously batted around the words she very easily embarrassed herself with only to come to her next point, that it was late and shouldn’t be held accountable for the stupid shit she was most likely going to say. “I’ll hang my collar up to that,” Derek agreed as he eased himself down onto her oversized couch. Aislyn sank down in a smaller chair she clearly made for herself it seemed. As she neatly folded herself into it she watched him intently. “So?” she prompted. “I haven’t heard a creek.” “Very funn
“It’s not fair…” Aislyn huffed against his shoulder while he held her. “I thought he knew.” It’s deafening to hear her now. Her messages are clear; mournful… as if he was everything to her. He could feel her want to apologize; to double back, to comfort him past her own hurt, but Derek wouldn’t allow it. “I’m sorry,” he managed before her. “You don’t owe me anything,” he half said because of his own building hurt but mostly to stabilize her. “If you need to let this out, I’m here. I won’t leave.” Unlike before, he remained settled, like a fortress within her castle. There wasn’t time for extra. There was only time for being there while she got through this. It was his fault after all.
He didn’t have any of this in the woods when they met. Hell, they didn’t have much more than a blanket and a fridge when they lived here together. How could any of these things bring his wolf back? How could she think it would? “I…” she started only to stop. “When I was little I had a hard time seeing in the dark.” “Most people do,” he assured her, gaining a nod out of her. “But I couldn’t. All I could see were stark differences,” she replied and stopped him from turning his palm up in reference. “Please don’t. There’s more to you than this.” Derek shifted in his seat, trying his hardest to hear her, to listen, but the echo remained. The possibility that she was blind before she met him was startling.
======Aislyn ====== Aislyn frowned. Maybe it was all of the overactivity coursing through her body since they met in the club, or maybe it was more than that. The whole day felt as though an alignment was at play, but no matter how often she checked the sky or mapped out the land with her studious eye, she couldn’t understand what was happening. She felt like a fucking goddess at work, surrounded by her music and then this guy practically assaulted her with his energy. There was no way her ability to feel the world around her could have doubled unless her wolf was present. All the while, she chased it, quieting her rational
“A… a connection,” she gaped at him trying to disregard how absolutely gorgeous Derek looked this morning. Aislyn’s ears began to ring while she stared at him. Even in his day old, disheveled clothes, he looked like someone she needed to explore. “A… uh,” Aislyn stumbled on her words trying to come up with literally anything louder than her stare which absolutely indicated needing him to give into his wild ways. “Music. Um. Laptop.” Nothing else seemed to hit her lips other than the obvious notations she guarded. He could not possibly know just how much the image of him standing tall in the doorway was doing to her. Or the thought that he freaking came to check on her after being an absolute psychopath, that resonated deep within her in a way she hadn
Slipping into the kitchen was one thing. Having a fucking clue what she was after was another. Derek’s intensity seemed to follow her throughout her tiny studio apartment, even there. It was like he knew he was working her up. How could he know that, she chided herself. It was complete nonsense… It was… well, it was everything. It set her entire being on fire, alight with anticipation that maybe there could be something there to chase. She’d never felt like that before; never allowed herself to. But… fuck, she whined to herself. A heads up that she’d find him one day would have been nice and a note, maybe, that he was going to be a fucking house would have been great. At least then she’d have someone to imagine each time she felt like this.
Asking how he destroyed the shower would have at least taken the pressure to function off of her, but oddly, Derek’s entirely too discrete movements were ruining her.She was going to die…It was all in the way he stood, carefully in her space that told her all she had to know about what he did. It certainly had nothing to do with what she did.“I’ve only got one strainer,” Aislyn supplied, finally upright. “I guess I should get another, so you have one too,” she babbled before facing him.Aislyn hoped the small talk would at least give her an idea of his status here in her apartment, where she found it more and more acceptable that he’d just stay.
Aislyn waited patiently as she recorded the new content and whatever else was chasing her around in her feelings. It had to have been hours that went by because not only her charge was flashing, ready for shut down, but even her stomach rumbled too. Aislyn groaned at the prospect of having to get up to face the hypothetical music but if she didn’t get moving now, she wouldn’t have enough time for content adjustments later. Being in the booth meant that she’d have time to work on this, uninterrupted; without having to be caught up in her feelings about her now, very complicated, life. Leaving the apartment would be hard though, she decided while she wondered what packlife meant. Honestly, Aislyn just assumed that Derek just wanted to be with her and after being alone for so long, having something like that be offered,