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“Hey Summer, just wondering… whether…” The next part came out in a blur, “do you want to go on a date with me?”
It was a really strange message to wake up to. Summer stared at her phone when it finished, utterly at a loss for a few minutes. Then she opened a text to him and typed in a single word.
Yes.
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“You’re very fond of my neck aren’t you?”
“Actually it’s more along the lines of that’s what I can reach.”
“Don’t like being short or something? Do you want me to come down to your level?”
“Don’t be any more of a smartarse than you have to be.” She poked him in the side.
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“You’re very fond of my neck aren’t you?”
“Actually it’s more along the lines of that’s what I can reach.”
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh,” she said quietly. Scrambling fully over the back of the sofa, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “I know it’s not much, but I’m here.”
“Thanks Summer,” Derek smiled and laid his head on her lap, “You know, you should probably come around more often.”
“I don’t want to be a bother. I figure if you want me you’ll let me know.” She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing out tangles.
Derek wanted someone that was able to be there for him in every situation. Someone that could always help him out, and that person is Summer. ”I want you,” Derek whispered, “I want you now.” He reached up, grabbed Summer’s neck and pulled her down into a soft kiss..
Summer melted under his mouth, sliding sideways into his lap. “I’m right here,” she said softly, smiling.
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Just thinking,” Derek frowned, “You know, just about things.” He stared down at his hands, clearly attempting to go back into his thoughts.
“You wanna talk about it?” It’s a stupid question; Derek /never/ wants to talk about it, but it’s also a reflex to ask. She peered at him, upside-down.
“Can we move onto another topic please?” Derek dropped his head into his hands, “It’s just- I’ve been thinking about what family I have left. I have no-one, family that is, that can help me.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. Scrambling fully over the back of the sofa, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “I know it’s not much, but I’m here.”
“Thanks Summer,” Derek smiled and laid his head on her lap, “You know, you should probably come around more often.”
“I don’t want to be a bother. I figure if you want me you’ll let me know.” She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing out tangles.
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh, only about two minutes. You looked like you were brooding.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “What is it with people thinking that I am always brooding?”
“It’s the lines your face falls into when you’re not actually having an emotion.” Summer flopped herself over the top of the couch. “What were you doing, then?”
“Just thinking,” Derek frowned, “You know, just about things.” He stared down at his hands, clearly attempting to go back into his thoughts.
“You wanna talk about it?” It’s a stupid question; Derek /never/ wants to talk about it, but it’s also a reflex to ask. She peered at him, upside-down.
“Can we move onto another topic please?” Derek dropped his head into his hands, “It’s just- I’ve been thinking about what family I have left. I have no-one, family that is, that can help me.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. Scrambling fully over the back of the sofa, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “I know it’s not much, but I’m here.”
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh, only about two minutes. You looked like you were brooding.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “What is it with people thinking that I am always brooding?”
“It’s the lines your face falls into when you’re not actually having an emotion.” Summer flopped herself over the top of the couch. “What were you doing, then?”
“Just thinking,” Derek frowned, “You know, just about things.” He stared down at his hands, clearly attempting to go back into his thoughts.
“You wanna talk about it?” It’s a stupid question; Derek /never/ wants to talk about it, but it’s also a reflex to ask. She peered at him, upside-down.
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh, only about two minutes. You looked like you were brooding.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “What is it with people thinking that I am always brooding?”
“It’s the lines your face falls into when you’re not actually having an emotion.” Summer flopped herself over the top of the couch. “What were you doing, then?”
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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh, only about two minutes. You looked like you were brooding.”