Dydia Alphabet Drabble Challenge
H - Hickeys
Throwing two bare legs over the side of the bed and coming up to a sitting position, Lydia blinked herself awake, trying to adjust to the bright morning sun filtering through the curtains, rays of sunlight hitting her full length mirror and reflecting around her room. As she rose off the bed the sheets fell from her body, and despite the warmth from the sun there was still a slight chill in the air from the frigid night before. Padding over to her dresser to retrieve some clothes to cover her naked form, the floor was cold against her feet sending an icy chill up her legs and though her spine.
Quietly so as to not wake the sleeping form still lying on her bed peacefully, opening the first draw and pulling out her underwear. Soft fabric glides up her legs, hands touching her waistline as she pulls them up, reaching for her bra and sliding her arms through the straps and clasping it at the back. Light ruffling of sheets sounds behind her and she turns to a gorgeous and adorable looking werewolf opening his eyelids trying to fight the sleepy haze he is feeling. Her lips turn up at the corners as she thinks of the events of last night.
A large and strong body covers hers; broad shoulders in her line of vision, her body feels like it is on fire every nerve set aflame by his ministrations. Lips cascade gently over her jaw and down her throat, soft yet passionate, the prickly scrape of stubble across her sensitive skin sends tingles through her and her eyelids flutter shut savoring the sensation. Racking her fingernails roughly over his scalp and tugging at his hair urging him to go faster, he seems to get the message, light loving kisses turning into fiercely possessive ones. Tongue laving at her skin tasting her and sending more intense urges through her body, he was beginning to nibble and nip at her throat and the line of her collarbone, a luxurious combination of pleasure and pain.
He spent a large period of time sucking her skin and tugging at it almost as if wanting to leave his imprint on her, but just as soon as the peculiar thought had come it left, his lips descending down finding her breasts and playfully biting along them before travelling lower…And she gave way to a wall of intense emotions.
It was an definitely an amazing night she'd admit, Derek was exhilarating in bed, considerate and fulfilling, and she can't remember a time it had ever been like this. Whilst walking over to the mirror she fixed one of her bra straps that had got twisted whilst putting it on, looking up she noticed her wild and tangled hair, frowning as she threw her hair over bending her back and running fingers through the matted mess. Finally satisfied fingers reached for a black hair tie around her wrist, removing it and pulling her hair into a high ponytail, with her hair out of the way she looked up to—what the fu—"DEREK." She hissed angrily. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Shrieked incredulously across the room, he sat up in a hurry sensing her worry, looking at her from behind he could see nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing to warrant her obvious wrath.
Slowly she turned her body to face him, and shot him a scathing look that would have sent any man, wolf or otherwise running for the hills.
Lydia could tell the moment his eyes caught hold of what she was upset about, the shock registering on his face then falling to a cocky smirk, it took all her will power to keep herself from slapping it of his face. The sharp groan that fell from her lips drawing his eyes back to hers, he at least had the intelligence to try and look apologetic.
"I am sorry." He said lightly looking her directly in the eyes.
She knew that it wasn't on purpose but damn him, she did not want to have to go to school with a scarf in this god forsaken weather, and there was no way she could hide the pinkish purple marks on display like a fine piece of art. Sending him a half hearted withering stare, "Really? Are you emreally/em sorry, Derek?" His possessive side was of no surprise to her since it wasn't exactly a rarity.
He sighed, "I genuinely am. Not because I don't find the sight of you covered with my brand incredibly intoxicating and alluring, because I do. But I know how much you hate having to cover them at school, public decency and all that. So I apologize for getting carried away, Lyd."
His large hands shot out to grab her hips pulling her towards him and she couldn't find the strength to fight back. He only ever abbreviates her name when he is either worried or trying to butter her up, and curse her it works, so for the time being she allows him to pull her into his broad chest, a masculine scent engulfing her. "Well… I guess you are going to just have to make it up to me tonight." She stated as a matter of fact, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Wont that just lead to more of this very problem?" He questions suggestively.
She chuckles lightly against the base of his neck, her breath warming the skin at his pulse point. "Oh no, sweetheart. Not like that… You and I… are watching The Notebook tonight."
Strutting away towards the bathroom door with a sense of triumph surging through her at the horrified look that had taken hold of his face. His loud protests were muted as she closed the door behind her and turned on the shower.
A/N: I have decide to try and challenge myself to write a Dydia drabble a day, and to make it a little different i am going to be doing one for every letter of the alphabet. Now, since I am not that organized or talented the letters will not be in order. Because I'll probably just go where the muse take me :o) I hope you enjoy them!
Also since these are everyday so I wont be having them beta-ed, or I don't think so at least. I hope there are not to many mistakes! I have read it through a couple times but sometimes you just miss things... :o)