CPOV

Why won't anybody leave me alone? I ran from the living room, toward the hallway in which our rooms are, and ran toward the attic door. I walked into the attic and found a tiny spot in the back of the room with less dust, between the wall and a dresser. I sat there in my own thoughts until I heard the attic door open. My breathing stopped, my heartbeat was thinking that I was running a marathon, and I moved closer into the wall, closed my eyes, and prayed to look invisible. After a few minutes later, I sensed someone was watching me, but I didn't need to open my eyes to see who it was. I all ready knew that answer. Who's the only one that can move really quietly when trying to examine something or someone or just moves very quietly? Derek.

"Hello, Derek. How are you?" I called out, testing my limits. It sounded like startled him and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me happy, but surprised.

"Hey Chloe." he responded.

It looked like he wanted to sit next to me but couldn't because I was stuck in between the wall and dresser still and had very little space. He finally decided to just pick me up, move to where I was sitting, and sat me down on his lap. He let his arms hang loosely around me and when I looked at him I could see his cheeks reddening.

"Umm..." I answered his embarrassed reaction. Without really thinking about it I traced the outline of Derek's abs through his shirt. Tori shrunk his clothes just to make him angry, but he looked a lot better now than before. He tensed for a second before relaxing and closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. He looked so peaceful and I thought about all of the stuff he had to go through. The main thing was that he always wanted everyone safe and when they weren't, he blamed himself for it. I know that's how he was for me and right now looking at him I wanted to help him out a little.

I got up and Derek opened his eyes -confusion present in his features- but before he could say anything, I sat back down, but this time I swung my leg over his "under his belt" part, sat down with caution, and saw that he swallowed carefully, and waited to see if he was okay with me taking the next step. I could tell his lap thought it was more than okay. I felt the blood coming up into my cheeks as I thought of what I was going to do. He cocked one eyebrow up, fidgeted a little underneath me, and tried but unsuccessfully to shrink the new size in his pants.

"Chloe, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice a little high. Is it just me or was it getting hot in here? Apparently Derek felt it too, because he pulled at his collar, probably uncomfortable with his shirt on. I looked up at him and tried to put on my sexy act. Which I don't think I really needed because I swore I could hear his pants stretching and his zipper groaning toward the limit. I could definitely feel my cheeks grow warmer.

"You take care of everyone all the time; let someone else help you relax." I didn't sound very convincing but Derek obviously thought I did because he didn't say anything more, just sat there while the zipper was making a splitting sound. He was probably hoping I couldn't hear it, but I could.

I put my hands on his shoulders and started rubbing them, trying to get the knots out. I put a little pressure every once and a while. I slid my hands to his neck and started massaging him there too.

After a while I did what I wanted to do since forever. I ran my hands through his hair, and then I started pressing down on the softness with my fingers, drawing my hands back and forth, hearing once again the groan of his zipper. He was leaning his head back against the wall as he heard his zipper groan again and now he closed his eyes, but I can still see him blushing from where I was sitting and how I was sitting. His lips parted and he groaned when my fingers rubbed small circles at the back of his ears.

I'm not going to lie to you; I really want to kiss him right now. Now would be the perfect time. We are all alone, I'm pretty sure no one will interrupt, and I think Derek wants his pants to stop growing and making the zipper groan. I gathered up my courage and leaned forward pressing my lips to his. He knew what I was about to do, he didn't stop me but he did fidget when my body was closer to him, which caused his zipper to groan for the fourth time since I sat in his lap. His eyes flew open, but he didn't move instead he moved his arms around my waist and closed his eyes again.

His lips moved with mine and he pushed on my hips to bring me tighter to him. Oh the things that he can do with those rough hands to make me feel like my body was being set on fire. The fire was starting from my shoulders, where he had his hands rubbing to get me to react, continuing down, through my spine, making me tremble in delight. Wait, what am I talking about? Derek, he's kissing me, I should stop but my body had other ideas and I think his hormones were agreeing with me. He drugged me closer to him, I couldn't even remember if he shut the door and locked it. All I felt, thought about, and sensed, was him. Him holding me, the way no one has held me before. Holding my like I'm an angel that has been sent down from heaven to give to someone that has never had anybody or needed more. I was really aware of his hands as he traced my body figure all the way up to my head, tangling his rough but warm hands, in my hair. His other hand went down and felt the curve at my waist. My mind exploded! I had to pull away to breathe. Derek continued to kiss me down my neck.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." Derek said in between kisses.

But I barely even heard him; I had other things on my mind at the moment. What I wanted to do was be able to feel his abs without this pesky cloth in the way. I pushed him away and he looked at me with hurt eyes. I just smiled at him and pulled his shirt up, understanding he took it off. I looked at his torso and saw scars running down his sides all the way down to his hips and vanished under his stretched out pants. I didn't want to move slowly, but I wanted to torture him with my body. I slowly descended all the way to his hips and kissed at the ending of one of the scars that I could reach without having to pull down his pants. I slowly made my way up kissing the scars, hearing him groan-his pants stretching, demanding to be taken off or opened- made my mind spin and my brain quit and it was telling me that my body knew how to do this, let my body fulfill this task. I thought about all he had to go through in his life and I wanted to make him forget. Forget all the pain and sorrow. I wanted to fill him with happiness.

I finally finished all the way to his neck and now he thought it was his turn to take over and be in charge. He pounced near where I was sitting, so he was on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I waited for him to connect his lips to mine, but he stopped. He looked at me with dark eyes that were only containing one thing; the thing was me, a small image of me, but what surprised me the most was that behind me, were flames. My breath was taken away as his lips rushed back to mine. Derek's hands were going toward the area of where my shirt was. He tugged, but failing to pick it the end up to take it off me. I grabbed the end of my shirt and pulled. I had to sit up a little, causing me to drop my legs from his waist and in his face as I pulled it over my head. He looked down at my chest as I was taking off my shirt and remove my hair from out of the shirt. I barely had all my hair out of the shirt, when I think Derek had enough. He tackled me again and started to kiss from the crook in my neck, down and over my chest, down my curves of my stomach, until he reached my hips where my pants where laying at. I grabbed at the top of his arms and pushed until I was on top of him. My lips rushed down upon his and I felt his heart beat faster when I pressed down harder on him. I started to pull at his pants until I saw him look when he heard his belt buckle on pants become undone. I yanked the belt through the belt loops on his jeans and threw the belt into the discarded pile of clothes. I felt him freeze with fear when I tugged on his jeans. I had his pants all the way down to his ankles. I pressed my body right against him and saw his piercing green eyes looking into mine. I slowly started to rub my body all the way up to his lips, where I had to stop to kiss him with pure romance, and all the way down to his boxers. I could feel something move, demanding to be let out. I giggled softly. I was making my way back up when I heard him say.

"Chloe….. I don't think I can do this." Derek mumbled.

I stopped, confused and pissed. I could see and feel Derek staring at my chest so I moved my hair around my body by twisting my head back and fourth.

"Why?" I asked.

"First of all, we don't have protection-"

"No I had and have protection. I have been on birth control before I came to the Lyle House. Now the reason why you don't"-I could feel the heat coming into my cheeks-" have protection, is because you didn't know you were going to have sex and"-I reached up and began to whisper in his ear-" you're a virgin."

I laid back down and saw he was staring at me like he didn't want to be here. I can see he was blushing from when I talked about protection and that he was still a virgin. I really wished that he didn't worry it was going to be fun because I know what I'm doing, it's not like I'm a virgin anymore. I haven't been one since the seventh grade.

I sighed, began to reach for my shirt, and pulled it over my head. Making sure that I get all my hair out of the shirt before hearing Derek once again speak.,

"Where are you going?" Derek sounded sad that I put my shirt back on.

"Well, I can see you're not ready." I answered back.

"What? Not ready? What makes you say that?" Derek wanted me to answer but he knew what kind of answer that was written all over my face.

"When a guy is about to have sex, protection is the last thing on their mind." I answered back with a "duh" at the end.

"I'm not like other guys, Chloe."

Derek looked at me and I tried to take the sad look off my face and smiled but I knew he saw right through it.

"I'm sorry, Chloe. Forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?" I asked trying to act like I didn't know the answer already. But he didn't respond to that, except for a dark red blush that was telling me that he didn't want to say it and was embarrassed over what he just done, I sighed and began my speech.

"Derek, you are not ready to have sex. Just say it. I don't know if you want to, but I definitely know your body wants to though"-I looked down out his over grown size in is boxers. Once he found out I was looking at he started to turn into a darker shade of red-"but you will, maybe not today, but some other day." And with what I said, I turned and left to go downstairs, leaving him alone and half naked in the attic.