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Derek Hale is the worst alpha ([info]theworstalpha) wrote in [info]paradisolog,
Larissa & Derek
A wave of relief washed over Derek when she returned the sentiment, and he couldn't believe that he finally had her back. Neither of them had put the label on it yet, but Derek knew. They didn't have to say it. He was made for her; she was made for him. They completed one another in a way that Derek previously would've thought silly and childish to think about, but now that he'd experienced it, he understood. Having that piece of his heart and soul back felt incredible.

"Eu nunca quis nada tanto quanto eu quero estar com você, qualquer um. E agora estamos aqui...podemos começar nossas vidas juntos. Nós podemos começar uma família. Nós podemos fazer tudo o que falamos," he said, his words coming out just over a whisper and rapid, at that, with his excitement and exhilaration. He felt like he'd been brought back to life. "Volte para o meu abrigo comigo. Fique comigo esta noite , deixe-me te abraçar. Deus , eu perdi segurando você..." he added softly.

Derek lifted her into his arms, kissing her softly again as he hooked an arm beneath her backside when her legs wrapped around his waist to keep herself upright. "Eu também te amo, minha linda mocha princesa. Vamos ficar sozinha, agora, e falar. Temos um monte de recuperar o que fazer," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers as he walked back to the shelter with the love of his life finally back in his arms once again.


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