Hands entwined when they met around her curved waist. Chills rushed up her spine when he inhaled her raspberry scent, "Sto-p, this is…just not right…" it took all her might to choke it out, in between deep breaths.

"Babe, you know I never do what's right, you should know that by now…" kisses going higher up her neck, until he meets her right earlobe, nibbling it.

A soft moan escaping her clenched teeth, it made him more eager, reaching the side of her neck, biting it softly, and when another sound was made, he bit it harder; leaving a hickey.

Now her eyes closed shut, he stops, as he felt water drop on his forehead, he looks up, meeting her eyelids, "Open your eyes…" gently he ordered.

She shook her head, "Do what you want…"

"No." a serious tone he spoke to her.

"Wha-t?" she stuttered, still her eyes shut.

He caught her face in his quite rough hands, but it didn't bother her, the warmth he possessed made her forget about it.

"I need to respect your limits…" crashing his lips to her, it wasn't a hungry kiss; it was just a little kiss that still swept her off the ground.

Pulling away, her order from earlier, was now a beg, "Will you open your eyes?"

She slowly revealed her moist blue orbs, "Why?"

"It completes your already natural radiant self, and it completes my fucking life…" grinning at her, he squeezed her long slender hands.

She blushes.

A knock interrupted their moment, "Yes?" keeping her voice normal, even though I sadden her that he let go of her hand and made his way out her window.

"It's dinner, mom said to call you down," it answered.

She turned to him, having difficulty freeing his shoelace from the closed windowsill; he was already sitting on the roof.

She giggled softly, lifting the sill to his aid, and her for hers, kissing him for one last time; "I'll meet you there…"

Shutting her window, now answering the person waiting from the door, "Thanks." Her eyes focused on the roof, as she watched him sneak in his room, victoriously.

"Aim…" he squinted at his target, who happens to be his dear, 'favourite' stepsister; favourite meaning, the one that makes his day joyful when he makes her life a living hell.

He bent his spoon, using it as a catapult, containing a cheerio, and aimed directly towards the oblivious poor thing.

But, was cut shortly, as a woman's voice interrupted his present antic, "Don't even think about it, Derek…" placing a hand on his shoulder.

Startled, he let go of the whole weapon, and instead of the cheerio hitting her, it was his spoon itself.

Thud, when it hit her forhead, "De-rek!" her usual irritated voice.

"Your mom did it!" accusing the lady who was washing the dishes of their other siblings.

"Yeah, and we live in a paradise called Atlantis, and we have a pet unicorn, that I ride to wizard school. Get real, Derek, just admit it!"

"Princess…" he muttered.

"What?" she asked.

He sighed, he can't take one of her rants, so he just exited the kitchen, and slipped on his leather jacket, which he's very possessive about.

"De-rek! Can't you wait?" his stepsister said in a mouthful, as she ran towards him.

"Well can you chew any slower…" he smirked.