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 stopped in surprise when she found he had no underwear, but then he was kissing her, and she took that as assent. Assent for what, she wasn’t sure. The books she’d read since coming to stay with Derek mentioned clothes off, but didn’t go into details — and none of her few recovered memories suggested anything either.
He was hot and heavy in her hand, though, and experimentally she slid her hand along him, wondering if she could get him to make that sound again.
Derek brought one hand to push his jeans lower, getting them shoved down to his thighs at least to get himself out in the open. He groaned softly as he felt her hand move on his shaft, the noise huffing out against her lips gently.
Summer held very still as he shifted above her, eyes wide and wondering again. After a moment, she took his hand and put it at her bellybutton, hoping he would understand that he could do the same for her. She could sense how good her touch felt for him — would it feel as good if he touched her like that? Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked slightly.