wait, but like, WHY would killing one member of your pack make you go kill all of them? Does he just expect Derek to be like UGH FUCK IT, I FUCKED UP PART OF IT AGAIN, I’M NEVER GOING TO GET THIS SEAM RIGHT AND NOW IT’S ALL DIRTY BECAUSE I’VE HANDLED THE FABRIC TOO MUCH, I’M THROWING THE WHOLE DRESS IN THE TRASH AND STARTING OVER.
Because it’s going to feel so—good, so right, watching the way his mouth opens in wordless entreaty, the way he goes flushed, disbelieving, his body, rigid beneath your hands, wait—
“wait, sorry, did I say ‘kill’?” Deucalion says, shaking his head. “So sorry, I—it’s just something I say sometimes by mistake. I meant ‘fuck’—you should fuck your whole pack.”
“HE LIKES GIRLS, JACKASS,” Scott shouted, crashing through a window and punching Deucalion in the face.