Derek's breath hitches slightly when she straddles him, mainly because it kicks up her scent in a way that nearly overwhelms him. It's just there, wrapping him up like a blanket and it feels so good, so warm and comforting. The way she's looking at him makes him swallow hard, and this is so out of the realm of anything that he's used to that he doesn't even really understand what's happening until she leans in.
Their lips brush and it's electric, in a way. His eyes slip shut and he just breathes, feeling her exhale shakily against his mouth. A lot of things come to his mind at once, and it's mostly the image of the last person he kissed. Part of him feels like this is a betrayal, but it isn't. That person isn't here anymore, and Derek can never kiss him again. He has no one to be loyal to like that, not anymore.
The thought is a painful one, and Derek's hand tightens on Sookie's hip. He takes a deep breath and lets her scent overcome him again, and he feels better. This is what she's talking about, isn't it? Letting it happen.
It may not be the best idea, but in this moment, Derek doesn't really care. Her scent and her warm presence is like a balm on his wounds and maybe, just maybe, he's doing the same for her. If they can find even one moment of happiness, of something other than pain, shouldn't they take it?
His breath is shaky and he pulls back to look at her, eyes glinting briefly in the light before he leans in again, letting their lips brush softly. Derek stops thinking about the reasons why not, and he lets his hand slide up under the back of Sookie's shirt to rest against her bare, soft skin.
He breathes her in and shuts his eyes as he lets it happen. It's not clear to him who moves first, but suddenly they're kissing and Derek feels dizzy with it. It's overwhelming, all-encompassing, and in this moment, he thinks that it may be exactly what he needs.
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Their lips brush and it's electric, in a way. His eyes slip shut and he just breathes, feeling her exhale shakily against his mouth. A lot of things come to his mind at once, and it's mostly the image of the last person he kissed. Part of him feels like this is a betrayal, but it isn't. That person isn't here anymore, and Derek can never kiss him again. He has no one to be loyal to like that, not anymore.
The thought is a painful one, and Derek's hand tightens on Sookie's hip. He takes a deep breath and lets her scent overcome him again, and he feels better. This is what she's talking about, isn't it? Letting it happen.
It may not be the best idea, but in this moment, Derek doesn't really care. Her scent and her warm presence is like a balm on his wounds and maybe, just maybe, he's doing the same for her. If they can find even one moment of happiness, of something other than pain, shouldn't they take it?
His breath is shaky and he pulls back to look at her, eyes glinting briefly in the light before he leans in again, letting their lips brush softly. Derek stops thinking about the reasons why not, and he lets his hand slide up under the back of Sookie's shirt to rest against her bare, soft skin.
He breathes her in and shuts his eyes as he lets it happen. It's not clear to him who moves first, but suddenly they're kissing and Derek feels dizzy with it. It's overwhelming, all-encompassing, and in this moment, he thinks that it may be exactly what he needs.