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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.
Just as she’d done before, she bared her throat to him, and reached to push his hands downward. She craved his touch, and he was so close to where she wanted it most — even if she didn’t know why.
Derek felt her press against his hands, smirking around her skin and then kissing the line straight up the middle of her chest to her offered neck. He kissed and licked a thin line up the middle of her throat and then kissed back down, one hand finally sliding to the apex of her thighs, cupping her gently.
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.
Poor choices. Poor choices everywhere.
So guess who picked up “Disney Infinity 2.0: Marvel Super Heroes” edition on Black Friday because it was cheap enough so that I could justify it?
Yeah. Poor choices.
Anyway, tonight we learned the following:
You can build a house. You can furnish that house. You can put tiny blocky animals in your house. We were hoping to go full on crazy Cat Hero, but the game does not give you cats. The game gives you bears.. Our house is wall to wall Iron Man and Thor posters and more than 2/3rds of the available floor space is covered in bears. It’s like a frat house dorm room, except with WAY WAY WAY MORE BEARS than the average.
The other 1/3rd of our floor is covered in rats. That’s Kate’s fault.
Tiny versions of characters roam free, and you can pick them up. Tiny Hulk is adorable. So is tiny Coulson. Tiny Nick Fury is just an angry, angry little plushie. You can throw these guys. They have little parachutes for it you throw them off of a high thing like a building not that we did that immediately no not at all.
Nothing saves them if you spike them head first into the ground. They aren’t hurt, but their heads go into the ground and they flail around for a few seconds. It’s endlessly amusing.
You can pick up little towns people. And your fellow game characters. There is nothing goddamn funnier than Thor holding a tiny Loki townsperson, and both of them being carried by Iron Man. It’s like a pyramid of father issues, power trips and nice hair.
Kate is not reassured when I scream, “Come back, I’m not going to shoot you, my repulsor is up for HUGGING.” Mostly because I then shoot missiles at her.
If there is a flat surface, we will fall off of it and die. often. In a fiery ball of doom if there’s a car involved.
Maybe at some point we’ll figure out how to play the levels.
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.
He meant what he said, of that she was sure. But how could he say that, when she hadn’t even been here a whole day? It didn’t make sense.
But he was clearly going to sit there until she responded somehow. So she crept out of the corner, avoiding her hair carefully, and put her head on his knee.
Isaac remained sitting as she stayed silent. But then he heard her move. And then she crawled out from around the couch and up to him. He stayed still as she laid her head on his knee, a smile pulling up his lips. Gently, he raised a hand and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll take that as an ‘I’ll let you try’?” he asked, smiling down at her head.
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.
Summer pretended to consider it for a moment, before trying to pass off his answer as casual. “Yes, of course.” He leaned back into Isaac’s grip, sighing pleasantly. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I’ll always touch you,” he stated and held him gently against his chest and stomach, fingers mapping out the flesh as he pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I love you, Summer.”
The empath shivered under Isaac’s mouth. “That spot hasn’t changed,” he murmured. “Do that again and I’m not responsible for the consequences.”
the Tale of Sir Isaac
She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as they fed each other. After a little while, they began to feed each other more directly, and she nibbled his fingertips. There was a stirring in her body she hadn’t felt for ages.
Unaware that a blush was decorating his cheeks, he beamed adoringly at her, lovingly caressing her face as a shiver shook his frame, eyes widening at the playful little nibbles.
Pushing her trencher aside, she rose to her feet, never looking away from him. The silence was broken only by the sounds of the fire and the rustle of her dress. She came and leaned over him in his chair, hands cupping his face in the firelight. Softly, she traced the curve of his lower lip with a thumb.
The redhead in question made a disgusted face. “I totally disagree. Look, my pudge is gone!” He poked his belly. “I don’t have a six-pack, but my pudge is gone. And these eyebrows look way better on a male face. Girls shouldn’t have eyebrows like young hedges.”
Isaac scowled and moved behind him, splaying his hands out across his stomach. “Don’t be ridiculous — female you never had pudge, and even if you…she…did, I’d still love you…her…all the same,” Isaac refuted and nuzzled at his neck, before sighing and locking eyes with his boyfriend’s reflection. “Will you believe me if I say you’re my kind of perfect?”
Summer pretended to consider it for a moment, before trying to pass off his answer as casual. “Yes, of course.” He leaned back into Isaac’s grip, sighing pleasantly. “I love the way you touch me.”
the Tale of Sir Isaac
There were fingerfoods, and Summer held out a cherry tomato to Isaac as the servants withdrew as neatly and quickly as they’d come. The room seemed very still after they’d gone, yet, she felt, it wasn’t the horrid oppressive stillness it had been before.
He smiled adoringly at her and took the cherry tomato from her, pressing a gentle little kiss to the tips of her fingers. As soon as he’d chewed and swallowed it, he held out one for her to take, lovingly caressing her wrist with her free hand, not wanting to speak and thus shatter the silence that had fallen upon them.
She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as they fed each other. After a little while, they began to feed each other more directly, and she nibbled his fingertips. There was a stirring in her body she hadn’t felt for ages.
“Drying your hair,” he said, and proceeded to scrub the towel over Isaac’s head furiously, making the curls stick out everywhere. Grinned, he pulled the towel back and wrapped it primly about his own waist, before standing in front of the mirror and eyeing himself critically.
“Why am I so much better-looking as a guy than a girl?!”
Isaac beamed and closed his eyes, his entire body wriggling as his hair was towel-dried, and as Summer pulled away, he tried to tame his own unruly locks, before his jaw dropped and he gazed at him. “You’re gorgeous no matter your gender, Summer!”
The redhead in question made a disgusted face. “I totally disagree. Look, my pudge is gone!” He poked his belly. “I don’t have a six-pack, but my pudge is gone. And these eyebrows look way better on a male face. Girls shouldn’t have eyebrows like young hedges.”