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.
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.
Derek watched and waited as she seemed to debate with herself about something, but he wasn’t sure what. Her fingers on his mouth made his lips part just softly as he looked up at her, and then she pressed his hands back to her skin. He changed their direction however and brought them up to cup her blushing face. “Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to or aren’t ready, or if you are we can keep going. I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do or aren’t ready for,” he said, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew that.
She turned her face in to his hand, eyes closing, and kissed his palm. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she nodded and kissed his palm again, then turned to kiss the other palm. She slid her hands down his arms, and wrote against his skin, ‘keep going’.