She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Derek against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her  again. 

She pressed closer, ducking her face into his chest to hide the way her smile widened. Both arms slipped around his hips, and she rose on her toes, seeking another kiss.

Derek saw her raise herself, pressing her lips closer so he ducked, his own arms around her to help lift, her toes barely touching the floor as he kissed her again, just as slow and a little more deeply. 

A shiver ran through her body, at both his strength and the implied gentleness inherent in the patience of his kiss. One hand found his belt-loops, hooking in and pulling. If she could have begged vocally, she would have. Instead her body language pleaded for her: more, please.

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