Thank you, TNT, for giving me a character who can rip my heart out and stomp on it in about six words. Damn you, Christian Kane. Ugh, this show is gonna hurt, even if it is cheesy as hell.
Monthly Archives: December 2014
We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.
Amy Przeworski (via thatlitsite)
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“…Yes?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you … “
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.
Her mouth dropped open, and she squeezed her eyes shut and arched again. Moremoremore. For all the words trapped in her mind, unable to be spoken, she had none for that sensation, for the way he was making her body feel.
Derek kept kissing gently, lavishing her torso in kisses as his hand began to rub gently, fingers stroking her slowly. Her back arched beautifully and the look on her face was pure pleasure.
She wasn’t aware of anything beyond his fingers, touching and teasing. She moaned, soft and low and desperate, and rocked her hips, fingers clutching at the sheets or at his skin or his hair. Losing control over her gift, she pushed her pleasure at him in fits and spurts, accidentally imposing her desire on him briefly.
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
The boy pulled her up so easily, even before standing up. She couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Neither one really seemed like they would hurt her, not on purpose, but even with her gift trusting was hard. Summer chewed on her lip and went down the stairs before Isaac, eyeing Derek a little sideways. Her stomach growled again, and she wrapped her arms around her middle, flushing.
Derek stood as he heard them coming down the stairs, catching Summer side eyes him. He just smiled at Isaac who returned it and then at her. “Come on Summer, let’s get you some real food. Come help me pick what to cook,” he said, motioning both of them behind him toward the kitchen.
She padded in, pausing in the doorway before going round the whole room, peering at everything on the counters and all the cabinets. She lingered before the refrigerator, inspecting what was on it. Then she started to open /everything/. She didn’t leave anything open, but she looked at it all.
It was a strange feeling — she knew the names of almost everything she found, but there was no personal context to any of it. She couldn’t remember tastes, wasn’t sure what she liked or didn’t like, but she knew that macaroni usually had cheese sauce and carrots could be eaten raw or cooked. After a little while she was reduced to staring at the boxes and cans blindly, frowning and feeling twisted up wrong.
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ marchesa f/w 2009
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Pressing her lips together, she nodded a little. She didn’t understand these people, but they were so determined. Maybe it was something to do with being werewolves? But Derek had said there were more than wolves in their pack — which also didn’t make sense.
She just really didn’t want to push herself where she wasn’t wanted. She huffed a little sigh, and then her stomach growled.
Loudly.
She buried her face against his knee and tried not to combust from embarrassment.
Isaac relaxed at the nod though she looked determined that it wouldn’t work. He knew she’d see. Derek had been listening from downstairs and grinned as he heard Isaac talking to her. When he heard Summer’s stomach growl, he grinned wider and heard Isaac chuckle. “Come on then,” Isaac said to her, gently taking her waist and standing her up straight before him, then getting up himself. “Let’s go coerce Derek into cooking dinner for us, he’s actually a wonderful cook, don’t ever let him tell you different,” he said, and stepped to the side so she could go out first.
The boy pulled her up so easily, even before standing up. She couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Neither one really seemed like they would hurt her, not on purpose, but even with her gift trusting was hard. Summer chewed on her lip and went down the stairs before Isaac, eyeing Derek a little sideways. Her stomach growled again, and she wrapped her arms around her middle, flushing.
She shrugged uncomfortably. “It’s nothing. This is what I do.” He had a nice smile, though, when he bothered. “So. Plans. Uh … I only really rent the downstairs bit? So while you could move in with me, I’m not really sure how comfortable that would be.”
“Whatever is easiest for you, I don’t want this to be a burden for you…” He had a small flat further down the street that he’d been sleeping in for a few weeks, but he’d stopped going there after the hunters found it. He could never stay in one place too long, so it was nice to know he could stay here without needing to worry.
She reached out and made him look at her. “You don’t get to decide if it’s a burden for me, okay? If there’s a problem I’ll let you know. It’s a burden if you refuse to have opinions. So I need to know, are you gonna be okay here, where it’s pretty small, or should I try to come up with something difference?” She pointed down the stairs.
“The space I rent is basically a studio space. One bedroom, one bathroom.”