This one just came, it took all of 10 mins to type up. I do not own the characters or anything relating to Life With Derek. I'm simply loaning them for mine own amusement without the creators permission. But on the bright side I finally made a true 500 word drabble. Please Review & Continue at your own risk.
"Der-ek!"
It was broken and fragmented. The word Ripped apart from her throat split into two syllables. Breaking down the middle, where it should have joined; molded and gone according to plan. But every mastermind had his nemesis and he'd drown in this fragmented, broken and not according to plan-world of theirs any day.
"Der…"
She trailed off on that one. ..moaning half way through, almost as if she were pleading and he soo badly wanted to get her off. He hated those you know; the incomplete thoughts- doing something half way. Now he was no keener, but, What Derek Wants. Derek Gets. And a plan. Any plan, was worth following through. So it really wasn't fair of her to not finish her thoughts. To come so close and only groan half of his name. First she breaks it in two. Then stops half-way.
A Gasp
Finally! Finally, her eyes were on his. What will you do now? Deny ME? What happened to the Step? Tell me now if we're truly related? What, you just realized…my eyes have been open the entire time? Didn't you notice how cute, yes Cute it is when you bite your lip. You always nibble your lower lip when you're about to hide behind words. Tell me. What lie will you tell me now?
"No."
Beautiful. She was probably aiming for it to come off as a command but that breathy pant sounded more like a concession. An allowance for her to partake in this art form with him. And yes he quoted that line straight from one of her 'articulate' books-she'd probably be glad he was finally developing some culture. But one thing she had yet to realize was "No" didn't mean stop.
"D-De…"
Really now…who would have thought little Miss Perfect would develop a stuttering problem so much later on in life. It wasn't hard really, there was only one answer and when it came to her…he had all the patience in the world. Quan-decimal amount worth of patience. Maybe quan-decimal was pushing it with the culture thing and he should just stick with infinite.
"Please-"
It truly was hard to tell exactly what she wanted. People always said please to him, he never in his life had to use that word in a sentence. Derek and Please were like Derek and Sorry. It just didn't happen, no matter what she tried to convince him. She was pink probably flushed, demanding and urgent. But she still wasn't touching him. Not truly.
"Not—"
His lips silenced hers because "Not—now", "Not—ever" had the same ring to it. And a finality any finality in which he dreamed of was broken in the middle and molded, completely fragmented and without a plan. She finally stopped touching him with just her eyes. She broke apart his name in his mouth, her back to the wall and hands roaming everywhere and she said
"YES!"
Marti storms into the waiting room and they break apart;
their brother Steven… just entered the world.
