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 barely noticed him moving, drowning in his kiss. Tingles prickled her skin, down her back, and she shifted against him. Unconsciously, she made a faint sound, low in her throat. She curled her fingertips against his incipient beard, opening her mouth to him. None of this seemed to bring even faint memories to the surface; it was all instinct and following his lead.
Derek kissed her hard as he wound his way up the stairs toward his room. He got through the door and strode to the bed on the floor, landing to his knees and jostling them a bit, breaking the kiss as he leaned in and laid her down on her back.
Both hands slid from around his neck when he put her on the bed, and she gasped for breath, chest heaving. She had taken the opportunity, and she was a little stunned at her success. Tilting her head back, she looked up the length off the bed, then back down to him, her legs still wrapped around his hips. Hesitantly, she leaned up on one elbow, touching her fingertips to his mouth, that shy smile curving her lips again.
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 eyes went round and huge, impressed, as he swiftly lifted her up. She hooked her ankles together behind his back and bent to the business of kissing him back, fingers sliding into his hair. She nipped at his mouth, trying to pull herself even closer to him, and desire radiated from her.
Derek’s arms wrapped tightly around the slender frame, holding them together and kissing her deeply. His tongue snaked out to lick past her lips, deepening the kiss as he walked them through the hall, toward the stairs.
She barely noticed him moving, drowning in his kiss. Tingles prickled her skin, down her back, and she shifted against him. Unconsciously, she made a faint sound, low in her throat. She curled her fingertips against his incipient beard, opening her mouth to him. None of this seemed to bring even faint memories to the surface; it was all instinct and following his lead.
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.
She shrugged, unwinding herself from the floor. ‘I don’t think one man can change a lifetime of being told different is bad’. Her eyes flicked to the floor, and she pressed her lips together before shaking herself, trying to drive away the half-memories. Those she didn’t want to face. She just wanted to know who she /was/.
“That doesn’t mean one man shouldn’t try,” he said softly, a small scowl on his face. He took a deep breath and shook himself mentally and then took a deep breath. “Alright. Okay. So what do we need to do?”
She stopped short, standing very still, at the question. Her mouth opened, as if she would say something if she could, and then closed. Then she jerked the hood over her head again. hiding from him. How could she do this? She needed /everything/, and she hated it. Her hands shook a little as she wrote, ‘I can’t repay you for anything. I have nothing.’
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.
She cocked her head sardonically at him, eyes narrowed. Then she underlined the word and tapped the pen on it. Underneath she added, ‘I know what I am. I don’t remember but I know I’ve heard it all my life’.
He rolled his eyes and stood. “No. That isn’t the word for what you are. If people have called you that your whole life then you’re talking to the wrong people. The close minded. The ones that would rather harm you than understand you. And you should stay far away from them.”
She shrugged, unwinding herself from the floor. ‘I don’t think one man can change a lifetime of being told different is bad’. Her eyes flicked to the floor, and she pressed her lips together before shaking herself, trying to drive away the half-memories. Those she didn’t want to face. She just wanted to know who she /was/.
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.
A shiver ran through her body, at both his strength and the implied gentleness inherent in the patience of his kiss. One hand found his belt-loops, hooking in and pulling. If she could have begged vocally, she would have. Instead her body language pleaded for her: more, please.
Derek grinned against her lips when she tugged their hips together by his belt loops. He slid his hands down to gently grasp her wrists, bringing them up and draping them over his shoulders. He then slid his hands down her sides and over her hips, looping around to grasp her thighs and lift her easily to wrap around his waist with her legs instead of her arms. His lips were back on hers in a moment once she was up.
Her eyes went round and huge, impressed, as he swiftly lifted her up. She hooked her ankles together behind his back and bent to the business of kissing him back, fingers sliding into his hair. She nipped at his mouth, trying to pull herself even closer to him, and desire radiated from her.
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 pressed closer, ducking her face into his chest to hide the way her smile widened. Both arms slipped around his hips, and she rose on her toes, seeking another kiss.
Derek saw her raise herself, pressing her lips closer so he ducked, his own arms around her to help lift, her toes barely touching the floor as he kissed her again, just as slow and a little more deeply.
A shiver ran through her body, at both his strength and the implied gentleness inherent in the patience of his kiss. One hand found his belt-loops, hooking in and pulling. If she could have begged vocally, she would have. Instead her body language pleaded for her: more, please.
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.
Summer couldn’t remember the last time she’d wished so desperately that she could speak. She wanted to tell him how long she’d been losing hope, how many people had passed her by or even pushed her away. She let him go, scrabbling for the paper, and wrote, ‘you are the first person who wants to help a freak like me’
Derek watched as she scrambled and waited, wondering how badly she’d been hurt to have a stranger agree to help her make her so grateful. He kneeled down and read the paper, frowning lightly. “Hey. You’re not a freak. You’re just different,” he told her.
She cocked her head sardonically at him, eyes narrowed. Then she underlined the word and tapped the pen on it. Underneath she added, ‘I know what I am. I don’t remember but I know I’ve heard it all my life’
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.
Summer couldn’t remember the last time she’d wished so desperately that she could speak. She wanted to tell him how long she’d been losing hope, how many people had passed her by or even pushed her away. She let him go, scrabbling for the paper, and wrote, ‘you are the first person who wants to help a freak like me’
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 eyes opened slowly when he pulled back, full of wonder and hope. She offered him a small, shy smile, then bit her lip. Lightly, she rested her free hand against his chest, then her head, relaxing against him.
Derek smiled when she relaxed against him, the hand from her wrist releasing it and going up to gently stroke her hair. “I’m glad you did that,” he said softly.
She pressed closer, ducking her face into his chest to hide the way her smile widened. Both arms slipped around his hips, and she rose on her toes, seeking another kiss.
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 startled a little when he pulled her back, before utterly melting into his arms when he kissed her. She hadn’t expected a response, really; she’d just wanted to try it. She’d had no reason to think that pursuing her feelings for him would lead anywhere, after all.
Derek kissed her slowly, one hand still around her wrist gently, his other arm weaving around her waist as if to hold her still. He broke the kiss after a minute, looking down at her with a gentle expression in his eyes, feeling a soft contentment rounded off with happiness, though there was a buzz of confusion, though not troubling.
Her eyes opened slowly when he pulled back, full of wonder and hope. She offered him a small, shy smile, then bit her lip. Lightly, she rested her free hand against his chest, then her head, relaxing against him.