Victoria Greyson is your typical 28 year old. She's a hard worker, loves to party, and is very loving in general. She believes in the good, and often sheds light on the people who need to realize all the good. What happens when she gets drugged at a...
The sun peaking through the blinds kept a warm glow throughout the dark room. I stretched, my arm falling on top of a familiar body. Derek mumbled something inaudibly, making me cock my head to the side.
"What was that?" I asked. "Good morning, Babygirl." He repeated, lifting his head from the pillow to face me. "Good morning, Bubba." I said, kissing his cheek. He smiled, digging his head into my shoulder. "It's too early, don't get out of bed yet." He murmured. My hand ran up and now his back, my nails scratching his back gently.
"Mmm... love when you do that." Derek practically moaned as my nails scratched his back. "I get all tingly." He mumbled, probably falling asleep again. I hummed, acknowledging that I heard him.
For the first time this morning he opened his eyes fully, looking up at me. "Hi." I smiled at him. "Hi." He replied, with a warm smile spreading across his lips. "You're so pretty." He said quietly, watching as he shamelessly took in every feature of my face. "You're pretty hazel eyes, you're little freckles across your cheeks and nose," He ran his thumb across the little marks that dusted my cheeks, "don't even get me started on your lips."
"You're very sweet this morning." I pointed out, making him look back up to my eyes. "Can't I appreciate my beautiful girl for a little bit? Let her know how gorgeous she is?" His hands ran over my waist, making me tense a bit. I didn't particularly like when people touched my waist.
I moved his hands lower, to my hips. He glanced down at his new hand placement. He didn't question it, however I knew that he knew it wasn't just that I didn't like his hands there, there was deeper reason as to why. "I'm hungry." I said quietly, not wanting to disrupt the silence by speaking too loudly.
"What do you want, Baby? I can go out and get something or I can make something here." Derek offered, making my chest warm as my heart raced. "You're too good to me." He nuzzled his head into my shoulder again, "Only the absolute best for my Babygirl." I kissed his forehead. "I wouldn't mind some eggs, coffee, ya know? The works." He smiled, laughing softly. "C'mon, to the kitchen!" He lifted me up quickly, my hips against his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down!" I squealed, hitting his lower back. "Cool it." He said, a smack on my ass made me freeze. "Uh- excuse you! Keep your hands friendly!" I scolded. He placed me on the marble counter, next to the stove. "Mmm, I don't treat you like I treat my friends."
I beamed at him, "I sure hope not. I'd be pretty pissed if you were making out with Spencer all the time." Derek laughed, his head tilting back. "Only you." He replied, pressing a soft and tender kiss to my forehead. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out the eggs and bacon.
He was very... hot. His sweats hung low at his hips, his shirt long forgotten. His back was hot... how the hell is someone's back hot? "You're staring, Angel." I looked away, diverting my eyes to the stove. "Shut up." I mumbled. "No, no. Don't go all shy on me." He said, slipping between my legs. He placed his hands on my hips, nudging his nose against mine.
"I'm not shy, just a little embarrassed that you caught me staring." I felt his breath against my lips, my eyes fluttering shut. "Open your eyes, wanna see'em." I opened them, meeting his eyes in a soft gaze. "We're very cheesy this morning." I said. Right now we were the typical movie couple. He rolled his eyes, "I can stop making you breakfast right now, if you'd prefer-"
"Nope! I love cheesy. Cheesy is the best." I said quickly. He smirked at me, "Mm that's what I thought."
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Can making breakfast be hot? Like can you watch someone make breakfast for you and casually think it's really attractive? Because somehow, Derek Morgan makes cooking breakfast very, very hot.
He placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me, grabbing a plate for himself. We started eating, silence falling between us. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence. His hand placed delicately over my thigh, as a simple sign of his affection for me.
The silence was soon broken by a crash outside. "Maybe we should go check that out." I mumbled, standing up. Derek came following behind me. I looked out my door, seeing a man around our age holding boxes. Several boxes actually all spread on the floor.
"You alright?" I asked. "Huh? Oh, I'm so sorry I woke you. I should've been more careful. I'm just trying to get the final moving boxes into my new place. I stepped forward, helping pick up his boxes. Derek did the same, but didn't speak a word. "I'm Victoria, this is Derek." Derek offered a friendly smile, with a simple nod.
"I'm Eric, seems you live right next door, nice to meet you neighbors." I smiled at him, "Actually, it's just me. He lives somewhere else, but he's over here a lot so, get used to seeing him around."
Eric opened his apartment door, placing the box on the counter. "You can just put those boxes by the door." I put down the boxes, before standing at my full height again. When I turned to meet his gaze, I immediately got an uncomfortable feeling. He was already staring at me, a toothy smile spread across his lips.
"Uhm, well it was nice meeting you." I said, stepping back. "Come again, Victoria. You're welcome here, anytime." His deepened voice sent a nervous chill through my veins. "Right." Derek's hand spread against my lower back.
"Our breakfast will be getting cold." Derek said, in a polite manner. "Please, go enjoy your meal." Eric assured, yet his eyes still did not leave me. They lingered on my face, before he turned around. I was quick to walk back to my apartment, Derek closing the door and locking it.
"I don't trust him." He said immediately. I nodded in agreement, "He made me really uncomfortable." My hand scratched my upper arm, a nervous habit that I had acquired at a young age. "Why don't we go out today? We can do whatever you want." Derek offered, reaching for the hand that was picking at my skin.
"I think there's a carnival tonight. I'd like going to that." I mumbled. Eric made my insides curl, the same way my dad made my stomach turn. "Then we'll go to that. While we wait for tonight, we can watch some tv, maybe some movies." I knew Derek was trying to distract me from my discomfort. I nodded in agreement, grateful that he was trying to help me calm down.
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I was getting ready for the carnival, finishing my hair.
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I checked my phone, seeing it was fully charged. I slid it into my back pocket, walking into the living room.
"You look beautiful, baby." Derek complimented, slinging his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at him, bumping his hip with my own.
He wore a tight shirt, and jeans. He slipped on his leather jacket, handing me my university hoodie. "It's rather cold out tonight." He said. "I'll be fine." I waved off the hoodie, making him look at me. "Please just take it, because when we get there you'll be cold and then I'll give you my jacket. And I will be left to freeze." I knew he was right, but I was a stubborn asshole and I embraced it. "I'll be fine, don't worry about it." He groaned, hanging it back up. "If you complain about being cold, I will lose my shit." I smiled at him brightly.
