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 could tell he liked it, just by the way his hands were moving, but she wanted him to make that sound again. She nudged him with her mind, wishful and wanting. She wanted his hands lower, his touch, and squirmed against him, before pausing in surprise at the sensation.
She’d been distracted, trying to get him to make noises, and not noticed they were skin-to-skin. Pushing a hand against his chest, she sat up on top of him, trembling slightly.
Derek let out a soft moan as he felt that nudge against his mind and the sensation of her shifting atop him, but then she sat up and he snapped to attention. “What? Are you alright?” he asked, hands paused and now hovering above her skin instead of on it, waiting to see what had happened and if she was alright or not.
Catching her lip between her teeth, she stared at him, blushing brightly for the first time. How did she tell him that she didn’t want him to regret this — any of this, including what he was doing now, with her fumbling, shy, innocent self? After a moment, she shook her head, dismissing the thought, and traced a fingertip over his mouth. Then she held his wrists and pressed his hands back to her skin.