When Sookie kisses him like that, hard and unyielding, Derek knows that he isn't going to put a stop to this. Something overcomes him in that moment, and a rush of endorphins tumbles through him, sending him arching up against her.
He's never really been one to turn to sex in times of strife. It was sex that caused all of his problems in the first place, and he finds it nearly impossible to let his guard down enough to be that intimate and vulnerable with a stranger. But Sookie isn't a stranger. Derek has liked her since the moment they met, in some way or another, and he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about what this might be like. Not recently, and not when his heart belonged to someone else, but it has crossed his mind.
The reality of it is so much better, and he does his best to shut himself off to everything that isn't this. Sookie tastes like she smells, like summer and sunshine, this citrusy bite that has Derek licking into her mouth. Her thighs are spread around his waist and Derek slides his hand further up the back of her shirt, fingers nudging up under the strap of her bra.
The faint buzz of wolfsbane in his veins and the feeling of Sookie's lips on his bolsters him, and a soft sound like a growl escapes him as he pulls away from the kiss to fix his lips to her jaw instead, tongue tracing the edge of it before setting his blunt teeth to her neck, not quite hard enough to mark or sting, before he presses a kiss to the spot.
This is happening, and Derek isn't going to fight it. He doesn't want to, not with the way this drowns out everything else. He's firmly in this moment, and he drags her closer as he lets out a hot, ragged breath against her throat.
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He's never really been one to turn to sex in times of strife. It was sex that caused all of his problems in the first place, and he finds it nearly impossible to let his guard down enough to be that intimate and vulnerable with a stranger. But Sookie isn't a stranger. Derek has liked her since the moment they met, in some way or another, and he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about what this might be like. Not recently, and not when his heart belonged to someone else, but it has crossed his mind.
The reality of it is so much better, and he does his best to shut himself off to everything that isn't this. Sookie tastes like she smells, like summer and sunshine, this citrusy bite that has Derek licking into her mouth. Her thighs are spread around his waist and Derek slides his hand further up the back of her shirt, fingers nudging up under the strap of her bra.
The faint buzz of wolfsbane in his veins and the feeling of Sookie's lips on his bolsters him, and a soft sound like a growl escapes him as he pulls away from the kiss to fix his lips to her jaw instead, tongue tracing the edge of it before setting his blunt teeth to her neck, not quite hard enough to mark or sting, before he presses a kiss to the spot.
This is happening, and Derek isn't going to fight it. He doesn't want to, not with the way this drowns out everything else. He's firmly in this moment, and he drags her closer as he lets out a hot, ragged breath against her throat.