You were staying at Derek's loft for the night, because of a terrible storm. You had visited earlier, and when the storm started he insisted that you spent the night there.
You always liked Derek so you didn't really fight that offer too much, And now that he was probably sleeping in another room, you wished he would just enter yours.
There was a photo of him and Scott on one of the few furniture in the room.
''How can someone be so fucking perfect ?'' you wondered out loud looking at him.
You felt your stomach tingling at the thought, and shifted your legs, rubbing your thighs.
You let out a long breath in frustration, but it didn't go away.
You focused on Derek in the picture as you slipped your and beneath your panties, caressing your clit, letting out a gasp, to the contact of your cold hands and your warm core.
Derek was two doors down. The thunders, the rain , the air , it all sounded louder to his ears as he was trying to block them and get some sleep. But then, within the muffled sounds of the storm he heard and increased heartbeat.
He thought that maybe you were having a nightmare so he focused on it and waited for it to stop. To his surprise it only got faster and then he panicked. Had someone intruded ? Where you in danger ?
He got up and run to your room not bothering on knocking,thinking you were in some sort of distress.
And you were.
Just not the kind of distress he was expecting.
You froze as you saw him standing at the door frame and he widened his eyes at the sight in front of him. Messy hair, the bed sheets slightly pushed aside but not enough to reveal yourself to him. Only your bare spread knees.
You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and he was fast to notice. But instead of saying something and making it go away, he increased it by taking off his shirt.
''what..what are you doing ?'' you whispered, your voice caught in your throat.
''you, hopefully.'' He smirked and approached you. You tried closing your legs but he placed both of his firm hands on top of your knees holding them apart.
''aren't you creeped out ?'' you asked referring to what he had caught you doing. He leaned over , his lips brushing against yours.
'' I'm flattered.'' He smirked against your mouth as he kissed it hungrily.
