Derek ran his fingers up and down Kate's back slowly, her naked body pressed against his as they enjoyed the sort of peacefulness that only ever followed sex.

And not just sex. But, like, sex.

The kind that made Derek a little too glad that they'd managed to run off everyone else three days ago. And no, no one had checked on them either, but he was more than fine with that. He couldn't imagine it would've been anything other than awkward if Scott, Isaac, or even Stiles had walked in on the... positions he and Kate had gotten themselves into over the last 72 hours or so.

"We need to get up and eat, Der," Kate said softly, interrupting their postcoital bliss with one of her sound arguments. "We haven't moved in two hours."

He groaned loudly, wrapping her tighter in his arms. "First of all, we moved just fine," he teased, wiggling his hips suggestively. "Secondly, I don't wanna," he whined. "It's warm here."

She tapped his chin and he looked down at her fully, and just in time to catch her rolling her eyes. "You're always warm, weirdo," she argued. "You're a werewolf, remember?"

Derek gave an overexaggerated gasp, clutching his chest. "Oh my God. Who told you?"

She giggled, sending a lighting bolt down his spine and triggering a wide grin. "You're ridiculous," she muttered.

But despite his assertions, his stomach growled loudly and proved her point rather succinctly. Of course, it didn't do anything for him in the motivation department, still very content to stay wrapped in the cocoon of thin sheets and tangled limbs.

And yet, Kate had other plans. Kate always had other plans.

She scooted out from underneath the barrier his arms made and stood up, not bothering with any of her clothes, or even the sheet, as she went.

"Come on," she insisted, holding out one hand and placing the other on her hip. "We need sustenance, dude."

"My dick was just inside you," he protested. "Don't call me dude."

"Fine, babe," she emphasized, "get that cute butt up and put food in your face before you die."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked toward the door. The low growl that had been building in his chest slid easily into a whistle as she swayed her perfect hips.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"No one is here," she reminded him unnecessarily. "I said we had to get up. I didn't say we had to get dressed."

The mental image of her completely nude in his kitchen had him perking an eyebrow, but he couldn't exactly say that the idea didn't intrigue him. There had been a time, which seemed ages ago now, that they'd been teenagers relegated to sneaking around. Back when they'd been making plans, playing house, stealing glances and kisses. Now, all of that had evaporated, along with the horrid memories that had plagued him since her staged death.

"Fine," he assented, sitting up slowly. "But no bacon."

Kate let out a sweet peal of laughter as she shook her head. "Deal."

Then she held out her hand for him to take, and he wasted no time in complying as they made their way through the house, not even bothering to shut any of the blinds or curtains.

At this point, he decided, if anyone was brave enough to actually come up to the house with the noises they'd probably overheard, they deserved an eyeful of therapy-worthy material.

As he made it to the fridge, he pulled out a bowl of grapes and popped a few in his mouth before placing it, and Kate, on the tiled island. She yelped as soon as the cool ceramic hit her bare ass and he smirked before he went back to fishing out all the ingredients for egg and cheese frittatas.

"Breakfast?" she asked, eyeing it all suspiciously. "For dinner?"

"Yes, dear," he quipped, the smirk still very much present. "It's your favorite."

"You remembered," she stated simply, a hitch in her voice.

He nodded with his back turned to her as he found the last of what he'd need. "Like I could forget, Katie," he offered gently.

Her breathing stuttered as the full weight of his words seemed to hit her all at once, and as he faced her again, he placed himself between her legs. Tears glistened in her eyes, and Derek didn't hesitate to wrap her up in his arms.

A few more languorous seconds with only their foreheads touching and Derek placed a chaste kiss in the corner of her mouth, deciding it better to focus on food, as she'd suggested, than worry about all that they'd missed by being separated. He knew that's where her head was, but he couldn't allow himself to go there. Derek was having far too much fun existing without a care in the world.

While he cooked, Kate continued to feed him and herself grapes. But it wasn't long before he found himself waiting impatiently, no choice except to find ways to entertain them both.

When he noticed her legs still splayed wide, dirtying up his counter in all the best ways, a deep, guttural growl ripped through him. And she yelped in surprise as he claimed her mouth, moving quickly to her jawline and then her collarbone. Her wanton moans sounded through the space as he continued his journey to her navel, but a ringing phone jolted him out of his quest.

At least mentally. Physically, he wasn't sure he could stop.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand moving toward the source of the obnoxiously shrill noise nearby, her head still thrown back in passion as he kissed her inner thigh.

"Katie, do not pick that up," he warned sinisterly. "I don't give a shit who that is."

She let out another honeyed giggle that instantly dissolved into a mewl as she showed him the caller ID. Scott. It was fucking Scott. Damn, he thought, that kid had the absolute worst timing. But he hadn't been lying. He didn't care who it was, and whatever this was could wait.

Actually, the whole world could wait.

He licked a stripe along her entrance before inserting one finger and then another, both immediately coated in her juices. But another much different growl fell from his lips as she pressed the button to answer the call and put it to his ear.

"So damn stubborn," he whispered, taking it from her as he squinted at her.

Her chest was still heaving from the activities she'd willingly put an end to by literally shoving his responsibilities in his face, and he found himself feeling rather bolstered by her flushed appearance.

"Hey, man. What's, uh, what's up?"

He stood up slowly, forcing her to watch him lick each of his fingers clean before focusing back on their dinner.

"Derek?" Scott shrieked. "Derek?"

"Scott?"

His eyebrows furrowed, etching a deep v in his forehead as he flipped the frittata absentmindedly. He couldn't hear much besides Scott's heavy breathing now, but the squeak from his sneakers in the hallway told Derek he was still at the school.

And that didn't make a whole lot of sense. The sun had set hours ago. He was pretty sure, anyway. The exact time of day hadn't mattered since Kate had waltzed back into his life.

"Derek, someone's here," Scott murmured as the click of a lock sliding into place sounded on the other end. "I can't get away. No matter what I do, this guy is just, like, that much faster. And... and I can't find anyone. Stiles, Lydia, uh..."

Derek heard Kate hop down behind him, but he was suddenly wholly fixated on the conversation at hand. And he was genuinely concerned. Not that that helped him make heads or tails of the situation Scott and company had found themselves in.

"Who's there?" Derek blurted out, interrupting Scott. "I don't..."

Kate began to kiss his back, snaking her hands across his chiseled abs. He found he wanted to tell her to stop for the first time in his whole life. Let her know that this was obviously serious. But it was a little easier in theory, and much harder than he'd dreamed possible.

"We're at the school," Scott returned, his breaths coming out in staggered gasps. "Mr. Harris is dead. Derek, I..."

His eyes went wide as the chemistry teacher, who had butted heads with Derek since he'd walked back on campus, was mentioned. But the line went dead before he could confirm that he'd heard what he thought he'd heard.

He pulled the thing away from his ear to confirm it had actually dropped before he turned slowly in Kate's arms, placing the phone upside down on the island.

"What's wrong?" she wondered out loud, taking in his overall demeanor. "What's going on?"

"We need to go," he admitted harshly. "Right. Now."