Random Scenario Meme - Anya and Derek - Scene 5 Prompt 4
"I love you."
Anya blinked and just looked at Derek. She couldn't have heard that right. He just said he loved her. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her.
It wasn't.
He said he loved her and she was a bit surprised to realize that she loved him too. The two of them had been spending more and more time together over the past few months. It started with an impromptu movie night at the Avengers mansion when Anya was in town. That led to going out to dinner, going to movies, movie nights in, and even going to a few charity events together. Neither had mentioned officially dating, but they didn't have to. It was a silent understanding between them.
Call him the hopeless romantic, the sucker for girls, or whatnot, but ever since he started hanging out with the beautiful redhead he had blurted his love for had been great, except for one thing: she was not with him. It was something that made him happy and struck him down. His heart would soar seeing her and then plummet when she would take an interest in someone else.
And he expected to have ruined everything with his blurt. Instead, he feels her lips on his. His arms, which are strong enough to bend and break metal, reach up ever so gently. One hand slides through her hair and the other moves up to pull her closer to him.
Anya smiled against his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. Her body pressed up against his. She was quite happy to let the moment carry her and worry about the consequences later.
Ohhh, if heaven could be bottled up and distilled, Derek was sure this feeling would be it. The feeling of her arms wrapping around him was amazing, the touch and the feel and the taste of her lips, it was amazing!
Derek let the feeling settle in a bit before backing away, both for a breath and to move his lips away from hers and to the nape of her neck.
Her head fell back to give him better access to the soft tender flesh of her neck. Her hands moved lightly over his back, tracing the contours of hard muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. A satisfied groan escaped her.
He is very aware of those hands. But now the closeness is having a very *real* affect on him. There's a part of his anatomy that's starting to react and become obvious. So he parts ever so slightly, and looks for a place for them to sit. This is easy enough to find, and he sits, his hand intertwined with hers and he pulls her to him.
He says that as he leans in again, kissing her. His hands, which had been on her curves, began to move. One moved to the small of her back and stayed while the other hand moved up, reaching for those wonderful mounds underneath her shirt.
Anya returned the kisses and her back arched a bit into his hands. A soft moan came from her as she pressed her hips against his.
As much as she wasn't thinking about anything else but the feel of his mouth and hands, a small voice in the back of her mind wouldn't be silent. With as much willpower as she could muster she pulled her lips away from his.
"As good as this feels, we either need to stop or find a place a little more private." A couch in the rec room of the Avengers mansion was definitely not the place for what was inevitable.
"Oh yes, yes I do," Derek says with the kisses. With a shift of his hips and a quick lift, his hands are interlocked underneath her hips and he lifts her up. A benefit of being half atlantean: regular people are very very light.
Once they get to the room, he nuzzles the side of her neck.
Her hands were all over him. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, hoping to get the article of clothing off of him. She had the sudden urge to feel his bare skin.
Derek does not fight this, lifting his arms to allow the shirt to come off. He is more than willing to let her hands roam all over him, and he is more than willing to let her achieve that goal.
But with his shirt off, he begins to fiddle with hers as well. He wanted to see her.
Anya doesn't fight him either. She lifted her arms up over her head to allow him to remove her shirt. A shiver raced across bare skin after her shirt was gone, but the chill quickly passed under the heat of his touch. She put her hands on his chest and savored the warmth and the feel of hard muscles.
Derek follows, kissing Anya once she is situated and getting onto his knees. As he lowers he begins to kiss down her as his position allows, starting from the jawline and going to the nape of her neck, her collarbone, and then to the sternum as his hands reach up and behind Anya, getting her bra removed.
Anya sat still and savored the feel of his warm mouth on her skin. Each place that he kissed felt like it was on fire. It was hard to just sit there and not do anything.
With the bra unhooked, his mouth went from the clavicle to the newly exposed breast.
"Beautiful."
He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the of the right while the left was being handled by his hand before he quickly pulls away and switches to the left.
Anya arched into his mouth and put her hands on her side of his head. She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her exposed breast. "Oh god that feels good."
Derek couldn't help but smile at that. He wanted to make her feel good, and he wasn't quite all the way there yet. He moved his attention farther down, kissing her clavicle again before moving down, his hands now busy with undoing her pants.
Derek pulled them down, taking his time to enjoy the view of seeing her there, her being there in a situation that only played itself out in his wildest dreams before, but even then there was the nagging. So instead of letting it ruin the moment, he tried to turn this uncertainty to his advantage.
"I am...not very experienced with this, but..."
Derek moved closer, ghosting his hand on the inside of her thigh.
"...I want you to feel good. So..."
This time the lips followed, with his hands urging her to open her legs.
"...if I don't do well, I just want you..."
The hand now reaches for that final barrier between then, his fingers just barely pressing against it.
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