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[ They'd been out here for hours. It was already late when they'd driven up to the corner of this parking lot, but now it was in the darkest hours, the clock on the car radio reading 3:17, a realization that had Allison sighing as she leaned back in her seat.

There'd been rumors of secret societal hunters having meeting in this warehouse, some sights reported just a few days prior. But when Allison and Derek had arranged their stakeout, they didn't account for the possibility of either false information or an arranged warning to the hunters about having people on their trail. Several hours into the plan, it's all clearly hit a dead end.

Allison almost says something about it, beginning to part her lips to speak the first word, but her eyes fall on Derek gazing out the window, still focusing his attention, ears probably working to try and catch distant voices. But with the appearance of his disappointment, she imagines that hadn't worked as planned.

He's attractive even in the darkness which has Allison rolling her eyes as the thoughts surface. There was new history here, a few nights of casual flings to recall, no commitment present — he definitely wasn't her boyfriend — but it wasn't something she liked to think about when her head was clear.

Probably was, her head wasn't very clear now.

Still gazing out, she sighs, loud enough to be taken notice, as she pinches the edges of her skirt, sliding it back along her thighs, exposing more skin. ] Pretty hot, in here, huh?

[ It's not like he's against working with Argents these days. Chris was an Argent and working alongside him had been fairly easy. Then again he hadn't fucked Chris to his knowledge. Fucked over by him plenty of times in the past, but not this. It's not a relationship. It's anything but that. They're too--this. Whatever this is. He could put his finger on it, but he's never been good with things like this. For as closed off as Derek Hale is he's always done better when he knows what he means to the other person. Otherwise he just floats.

Tonight he doesn't have to focus on that. He just has to focus on this. The recon. Allison keeps calling it a stakeout, but he thinks it's a stupid term. At some point he's figured out that Allison is bored. He can hear the little things like a sigh or an awkward shifting from sitting for so long. The last place she wants to be is right here. He doesn't blame her. This is increasingly boring the less activity that he sees or hears.

Derek looks over at her and when he takes note of the skirt that's risen up he cocks a brow before focusing on her. He's not sure what this question is. If she's asking about the temperature in the car or if she's asking if he thinks it's hot. Because of that. ]

What're you asking? [ Direct. That's the Derek Hale method. ]

[ This isn't supposed to be anything more than a game between them. The daring nature of the whole thing was the entire reason why she was even doing it. Because for as long as Allison has been doing anything, it was always doing the wrong thing that made her feel the most alive. And with Derek Hale, everything was wrong. At least when it came to whatever it was that they were together.

He's a strange one to try to play with, especially when he always avoids bouncing around certain things. This is a game, her game, but he plays it with his own rules. A little trick she has a secret fondness of. ]

You know what I'm asking. [ She slides her hips forward in her seat, bringing the fabric of her dress even higher until dark panties are exposed, the milky tone of her skin almost bright in the dimness of the car. Her eyes remain fixated on him, her breaths growing deeper. ] Touch me. [ No need to play pretend. That's not how he plays it. ] I want to see how long it takes for you to get me wet.

[ She wouldn't be the first person to be with him for a game. She's not her aunt, but the reasoning is similar. Kate saw him as a game. She didn't need to get close to him like that, but she did. She did it because she could. Because she had the power. But he doesn't think that's Allison's reasoning. She's just young. She's young and whatever hidden romance she had with Scott was over. The thrill and the chase ground into dust. He's the next thrill. The next chase. The distraction from the insanity that is Beacon Hills.

He's looking out the front of the window again when she speaks. He listens to the leather seating groan under the shifting of her weight. He can smell her better now. The scent stronger and it forces him to turn his head. They're supposed to paying attention here. They're not supposed to be doing this. But he's bad at saying no to her when they're in situations like these. ]

And then what? [ He hasn't said no. His hand creeps over to rest on her thigh, but he doesn't try to touch her anywhere beyond that just yet. ]

[ This has little to do with politics or schemes or family rivalries. Even her father had come to forgive Derek for everything that had come to pass, probably long before Allison had come to terms with it. She had earnestly wanted to better their complicated relationship, to at least swerve it into allies, possibly into friends. The direction it did end up turning to — well, that was never the pla.

She knows that just because his eyes aren't on her doesn't mean he isn't paying attention. She's been with Scott, been with Isaac — she knows how wolves work, how sensitive everything becomes in their presence. Every one of her breaths, every whisper, every movement, he's well aware of all of it, she's sure.

When he does look, she has to fight smiling with pride. ]

And then? [ She feels the slide of his fingers over her skin, glancing down at them in a lasting silence that has her biting her bottom lips before looking back at him. Her own hand rests over his wrist, slowly trailing along his arm. ] Play your tricks right and you'll find out.

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