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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.

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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.

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.

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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’

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.

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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’

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She falls into step beside and a little behind him, off his right shoulder, and makes sure he’s looking at her before she nods. Her face burns with embarrassment, though. Even though she /knows/ she’s all but helpless out here, homeless and amnesiac, it still feels very wrong to her to be asking for this much help.

When they get to his car, she has another one of those strange episodes of memory, where she knows what she’s looking at, but can’t connect it to herself at all. Did she have one? Does she even know how to drive? She remembers how it opens, that cars lock, that she has to buckle up once inside. But it seems all habit.

Derek nodded in return. He would have to find a place to get her some food. He wondered what she would like. A burger would probably be fine. You could never go wrong with a cheeseburger. He unlocked the car when he got to it, opening the driver’s door. “Get in,” he said simply as he sat down in the driver’s seat, starting the engine up once he was inside.

She slips into the car, buckling up and looking around. Something in the back of her mind tells her it’s a nice car, and she brushes her fingers over the radio console before sitting back. She spends a lot of time watching him as they drive, his hands on the steering wheel and gearshift, the way he pays attention to the road and the other drivers. There’s a moment when she senses the hunter, on the outer edge of her awareness, and freezes, barely breathing as they go by.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

❤ (shhhh)

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Send me “❤” if your muse has a crush on mine

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“I don’t understand.”

She shakes her head, helplessly. She hadn’t meant him to know. She doesn’t even know /why/. Maybe it’s because of how kind he is, under that gruff exterior, or simply because he’d rescued her.

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“I’m not the type of guy that people have crushes on,” he said simply, turning his back to put the dishes away. “It’s not something I’m used to.”

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She brings him the rest of the dishes, perforce silently. It sounds like he doesn’t believe her, and she doesn’t know what to do about that. She stops, to watch him, the way he moves, listening to the way he feels about himself. It hurts. It’s like he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be cared about.

When he’s finished with the dishes, she slips up beside him and gives him a hug.

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She blinks up at him for a minute before a slight smile curves her mouth. She turns her face into the jacket and rubs her cheek on it, then pulls it from around her shoulders and holds it out to him insistently. Her other hand pats at her cloak, sweeping the forest bits from it, and when he takes his jacket back she scrambles to her feet and pulls the cloak back around her shoulders firmly.

Derek takes the jacket back with a confused expression and places it back over his shoulders. She was definitely an interesting character. He shrugged and nodded towards his car before he headed towards it, hoping that he meant that she should follow him. Company wouldn’t be such a bad thing and she couldn’t even speak, something he didn’t do much of himself. “Are you hungry?”

She falls into step beside and a little behind him, off his right shoulder, and makes sure he’s looking at her before she nods. Her face burns with embarrassment, though. Even though she /knows/ she’s all but helpless out here, homeless and amnesiac, it still feels very wrong to her to be asking for this much help.

When they get to his car, she has another one of those strange episodes of memory, where she knows what she’s looking at, but can’t connect it to herself at all. Did she have one? Does she even know how to drive? She remembers how it opens, that cars lock, that she has to buckle up once inside. But it seems all habit.