She wonders when it was that she started finding solace in other people. Having lived with telepathy has exposed Sookie to far too much of other people's hearts, to the selfishness and malice that often doesn't otherwise see the light of day. She's seen how duplicitous people can be, even those who mean no harm by it, and it's resulted in Sookie keeping some distance from most of the people in her life.
Until she let herself cross that threshold with Bill. Until she reminded herself that other people having flaws didn't necessarily mean that they weren't worth growing close to. That sometimes, the warmth of company was enough to overpower the hurt.
Before Sookie realizes it, her glass has somehow made its way back to the table and her arms are looped loosely around Derek's neck. A part of her remains conscious even now that this may be a mistake. She's not in a place to think about entering a relationship, not when she's still in mourning over the loss of Lafayette and Jason. But ever since she let the first person in, it's been harder and harder to keep the door closed and turn away the prospect of company. Of comfort.
She rests her forehead briefly against Derek's, one hand gently raking down the front of his chest, disturbing the fabric and feeling the folds underneath her fingertips. After she catches her breath, she leans forward to capture his lips again, harder this time — she'll beg forgiveness rather than ask permission tonight. She can feel her shirt hiking up, and the slide of the hem against her skin makes Sookie shiver, cheeks already flushed in some mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
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Until she let herself cross that threshold with Bill. Until she reminded herself that other people having flaws didn't necessarily mean that they weren't worth growing close to. That sometimes, the warmth of company was enough to overpower the hurt.
Before Sookie realizes it, her glass has somehow made its way back to the table and her arms are looped loosely around Derek's neck. A part of her remains conscious even now that this may be a mistake. She's not in a place to think about entering a relationship, not when she's still in mourning over the loss of Lafayette and Jason. But ever since she let the first person in, it's been harder and harder to keep the door closed and turn away the prospect of company. Of comfort.
She rests her forehead briefly against Derek's, one hand gently raking down the front of his chest, disturbing the fabric and feeling the folds underneath her fingertips. After she catches her breath, she leans forward to capture his lips again, harder this time — she'll beg forgiveness rather than ask permission tonight. She can feel her shirt hiking up, and the slide of the hem against her skin makes Sookie shiver, cheeks already flushed in some mix of embarrassment and anticipation.