I'm in my room studying when I hear a knock at the door. "Yeah?" I ask. Derek walks in. "Babe!" I run over to him and hug him tight. "Hi" he chuckles, hugging me back.
I pull away. "Will you stay at mine with me tonight?" He asks. "Yeah of course I will" I say.
"Just give me a minute to get my stuff.. sit" I say. He sits on my bed. I put all my stuff I need in my bag and he takes it. I pull off my clothes. "Don't look at me" I say. He looks away.
I pull off my granny panties and bra and put a red lacy set instead. "You can look now" I say. He looks at me. He smiles. "Why couldn't I look before?" He chuckles. "I was wearing granny panties" I say. He laughs.
"Baby, I dont care what you're wearing.. you always look gorgeous" he says. I walk over to him. I lean down to kiss him.
I go back to my closet. I grab his hoodie that I stole and put it on with a pair of leggings. "Let's go" I say. "Okay" he grabs my bag for me and we get in his car. He takes us to his house.
We sit in the living room in his house, talking to his parents. I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes.
He's talking to his mom about going to school tomorrow. He strokes my back gently at the same time, running his fingers up and down it slowly.
"Mer" Carol says. "Yeah?" I look at her. "You okay?" She asks. I smile, nodding. She smiles. "I'm just happy Derek's home" I cuddle back into him. He wraps his arm around me. "Me too" she says.
"The doctor said you can't play football straight away because of your scars, but when they heal you can" she says. "No, I want to straight away" he says.
"Well you shouldn't have tried to kill yourself" I say. "Stop saying that!" He yells. "Stop complaining then.. you're lucky you're ever able to even play football again" I say. He looks down at me. "I know" he sighs.
He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger, looking into my eyes. "Will you start cheering again when I start football?" He asks. "Probably" I shrug.
"Why did you stop?" He asks. "You're not in a very cheery mood when your boyfriend is suicidal" I say. He groans.
"Can we just go upstairs?" He asks. "Ok" I get up. We go upstairs to his room.
"Have you been here?" He asks. "I stayed here when you were in the coma" I say. He pulls off his clothes and puts on his pyjama bottoms. He climbs straight into his bed.
I take off mine and put on his pyjama shirt. I climb into bed next to him. "I missed my bed.. and you in my bed" he cuddles me. I smile.
"I'm sorry I'm being a bitch to you.. I dont mean it" I say. "I know" he says. I kiss him softly. "I love you so much" I whisper. "I love you too" he says.
I kiss him passionately. He puts his hand on my waist, pulling me closer. "Do you-" he pulls away. "Can we?" I whisper. "Yesss" he rolls ontop of me.
He grabs my shirt, tugging it up. I pull it off and throw it aside. He reaches behind me and opens my bra. He pulls it off. I close my eyes as he starts kissing my neck.
He reaches down and puts his hand down my panties. I moan quietly as he rubs my clit. I put my hands on his neck, kissing him again.
He pulls down my panties. I kick them off. He moves down my body under the covers, kissing my stomach before reaching my thighs.
He starts eating me out, flicking my clit back and forth. I grab his hair, throwing my head back in pleasure. He pushes my legs further open.
He pulls away. He climbs up my body. I look into his eyes. I pull down his pyjama bottoms. He kicks them off.
He slides into me. My mouth falls open and my head tilts back. He starts moving slowly. I bite my lip. I try to grab his hands but can't reach.
He holds my hands gently, entwining our fingers. He holds my hands above my head, pinning them to the mattress.
"Babe" I moan. "Shh, I know" he whispers, kissing me. "Der" I try to hold in my moans, knowing his parents are downstairs. He kisses me more, trying to muffle the noises.
He pulls away. I moan loudly, my head falling back. I don't think he cares anymore if his parents hear. I don't either right now. He speeds up, groaning deeply.
He kisses me and we moan against eachothers lips. I feel his cum spilling into me. My body starts shaking. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist.
He slows down, his head tilting back slowly. We both stop moving. We try to catch our breaths as we stare into eachothers eyes, just thankful to still be able to hold eachother in our arms like this.
