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.
Slowly, she leaned forward, hand sliding to cup his cheek, and fitted her mouth to his. Her other hand found one of his, and pulled it around her waist. Her kiss was slow and exploratory, this time, but not hesitant. Very gently, she brushed him with her gift, showing him what she was feeling: eagerness, desire, encouragement.
Derek leaned into the soft touch to his face, feeling a soft contentment when their lips touched again. He let her lead the pace of the kiss as he pressed forward more, still settled between her legs on the bed. When he felt the brush of her gift he tensed for a moment, curiosity washing over him, though not negative. Just pure wonder.
Experimentally, she tried what he’d done with her a moment ago, slipping her tongue into his mouth. One hand curled up over his shoulder, and she tilted her head a little to deepen the kiss. When she felt him tense, she stopped, though she didn’t pull away. Did he not want — no, he wasn’t angry … maybe he liked it better when he was the aggressive one? She found she did, actually. She’d liked it very much when he was in charge.