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*contemplates the idea that Skye is half-Inhuman*
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She closed her eyes, tears wetting the lashes. After a moment, she nodded. ‘tell me what you want me to do’.
Derek sighed and looked her up and down before he said anything. “I want you to go take a bath and relax. You look like you need it.”
She made a childish, grumpy face at him, but got up, smearing at the tears. Pushing her hair out of her face, shoulders still tense, she began to explore around for the bathroom. Maybe if she was good enough, he wouldn’t be angry at her any more.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
She cried out, wordlessly, softly, and rocked against him, hands gripping at his shoulders, before reaching down to stroke him again.
His eyes widened and he spread his legs, rocking into her fist as his hands splayed out across his rear, gripping lightly at her flesh. “Mmmm…”
Eyes half-closed, she sank down on him, breathing shallow. She couldn’t think of any other way to impress upon him the knowledge that she would return than to make love to him with all her heart.
She frowns, and shakes his arm, tapping insistently on the clipboard. He’s not even paying attention — he hadn’t struck her before as one of those people who is only willing to help until they can dump the needy person off on someone else. It hurts.
Stiles doesn’t even know what she’s trying to do until he hears the sound of hard wood being tapped on. He looks up from what he’s looking at before, squinting at her handwriting. The person he trusts? Did she somehow know that he knew about Scott’s mom? It was possible.
“The person I trust? What’s that supposed to mean?”
She taps the pen on the board for a moment, before writing, ‘I sensed it before someone here you trust you look up to. who is it? I will trust them here. no one else”.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
“Shhh,” she whispered, sliding up his body to kiss him quiet. One hand ran down his body, stroking along every muscle and plane while their mouths fitted together perfectly. She kissed him hard and deep, writhing against him in encouragement.
He nodded obediently and shifted underneath her, breathless pants being the only sound spilling from his parted lips as his body arched up into her touch. He wrapped his legs around her waist, pulling her into his hips as his fingers scratched lightly at her scalp.
She cried out, wordlessly, softly, and rocked against him, hands gripping at his shoulders, before reaching down to stroke him again.
Summer rolled over, burying his flaming face in a pillow, and growled under his breath.
“…What? What did I do wrong, Summer? You have to tell me what you want!” He frowned helplessly and ran his fingers through his hair, dropping into a crouch beside him. “Talk to me?”
He flapped a hand at the werewolf, before emerging from the pillow. “It’s not always you, y’know,” he pointed out, before flopping back over onto his back. “I’m just mad because I can’t explain this right. Look. It’s … I’m just wondering if a vagina feels as good as a mouth. On my … penis. And you’ve had both.”
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.
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 was too overwhelmed by the sensations, of his hands and his stubble brushing down her skin, to be aware of the faint, brief moans she was making. Summer closed her eyes, body writhing under his hands, and her pulse pounded as she reached for his hips, hands barely spanning the bone. She held on there for a moment before curling her fingertips over his waistband.
Derek was relishing in the soft moans that came tumbling out of her mouth, almost as though she wasn’t aware it was happening. He nuzzled gently between her breasts as he let his thumbs and forefingers gently, so gently roll her nipples between them as he licked a line up her slightly pinked skin. Stubble burn, but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a few minutes. When he felt her fingers curl over his waistband, he smirked against her skin, gently plucking her nipples as he kissed at her throat.
She shivered, hands closing tighter on his jeans, and arched harder into his body. Faint moans became a squeak for a moment, before she felt his smile. That gave her courage, and she squirmed her hands between the two of them.
The flush intensified, creeping to his ears. “I mean when you’re in a girl, does it feel the same as a blowjob?” he muttered quickly.
“I don’t understand,” he whispered shyly and he tilted his head to the side, failing to comprehend what it was that the other boy was trying to say.
Summer rolled over, burying his flaming face in a pillow, and growled under his breath.