I squeaked. I squeaked. I squeaked. And I just stood there. I stood there while he pressed his lips to mine, his fingers dug into my biceps, his breaths through his nostrils fluttered down my face—and I just stood there. He moved his lips against mine, corner to corner and I froze, my brain short-circuited and for the life of me I couldn't do a thing.

He pulled back and I noticed the fear creep into the corners of his eyes as they looked into my own, I tried as hard as I could to convey reassurance, that he didn't have to be afraid, that he didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mind! Honest! His cheeks darkened and I felt my own flush in heat. I'm certain they were tinged pink at the lightest. I could feel a slight tingle in my lips, which I knew to be odd, he didn't do much of anything to them; he simply touched them. Was that normal?

"Spencer, I, I'm sorry, I di—"

"Don't! If you're going to say you didn't mean to do it then just go, walk back to class and we'll forget about it…but…"

His breathing was picking up, becoming heavy; matching my own it seemed. I bit my lip and closed my eyes momentarily. I felt fingertips on my jaw, ghosting its length and my eyes jolted open, meeting the dark brown ones that had moved closer—when had he done that?

"But what?"

His words were warm puffs of air over my face; I wanted to feel his lips on mine again, his arms on my body, his chest pressed against me—I don't understand what's going on.

"But if, if you want to…if, if you want to repeat your prior actions, I will not object and most likely be able to reciprocate."

The fingertips on my jaw flattened out to a hand cupping my cheek and I instinctually leant into his touch. I closed my eyes as I felt his other hand cup the opposing cheek, gently bringing my head upright once more, his breaths ghosting over my face as he moved closer. His body heat radiating, mingling with my small frame, filling me with unexplainable warmth; his lips touched my forehead first, then each of my closed eyelids, then the tip of my nose—I smiled, he did too—I felt it. His lips then pressed against each cheek, just above his slow moving thumbs, and then finally, finally he pressed his lips against my lips and this time, this time I pressed back. My hands found his arms and I held on.

Pulling him closer, pressing us torso to knee, clinging to him with sheer desperation—what else would I call it? I lagged only seconds behind his lip-movements, mirroring his actions, as I would be the bumbling idiot in this case. His hands moved, curling his fingers in my hair, twisting, fisting and tugging and I mewled. I mewled into his mouth which had now opened over my own, covering my closed lips completely. His tongue was tracing the thin line between my lips—I was supposed to let it in right?

I mean that's what happened next in books and films; the hero always kissed his heroin with such ferocity that left her knees weak. He crushed her to him, pulling her close, sucking her very essence from her being it seemed, even if for only a matter of seconds—why was I comparing myself to a girl? Right, Derek Morgan had my head between his hands and my lips between his and his tongue asking delicately for permission to enter my mouth. So I let him in.

The moment my lips parted he groaned and I tensed. My fingers stopped their clenching and unclenching of his shirt-sleeves, my lips stopped moving and the only movement I could feel—besides the apparent embarrassment in the dawning realization of what was happening to me—was the stirrings of an erection in my trousers. Quickly removing myself from his grasp I tugged my sweater-vest down, smoothing out any obvious wrinkles, tugging at my mussed up hair and touching my lips while I caught my breath.

"You wanted to do that two weeks ago?"

He nodded.

"The moment you walked through the café doors. Look, I know, well I'm certain someone's said something to you about why I'm here, about, about things in my past…Spencer, guys may not be my first choice in a partner, but you, you make me want to change that about myself. I can't tell you why, or how, but you do. I mean it though, if, if this really is just purely physical, just lust for each other, and after tomorrow afternoon, we don't have to see each other again, I'll make myself okay with that fact, but I'd like to see you again. I meant it, I'd like to take you out, on a real date…but you have to tell me if I'm the one reading things wrong now. If I'm the one getting things mixed up. Tell me."

I folded my arms across my chest again, curling inwards.

"You're not wrong."

The words barely made it out, but they were there between us. I had done it, finally verbalized that I wanted the teenage boy before me. I offered him a smile and then cleared my throat.

"We should probably get to class though, we're already late and JJ might put two-and-two together, especially with Penelope's tardiness. To let you know, for future reference, I'm free most Friday evenings, and Sunday afternoons."

He grinned and shoved his hands on his pockets.

So I'm nearly a week overdue, apologies...again! Y'all know that rock I wanted to go and hide under a few chapters back, well the events that have thus since transpired since my return from my visit with my dear Watson, they've caused me to seriously consider it. -.- However, if recent events continue onwards as they are, my dear Watson and I will be roomies next fall. :) I've a trip to London I'm saving up for in May. It will happen, crummy economies be damned-my fun will not be disturbed!

So this wasn't what I anticipated writing, but I hope you're not too let down by it! I'm not sure I've spent this long on a kiss before, perhaps some other activities, but not a kiss. XD I like things to evolve slowly (one of my stories, I think it took my 17 chapters before anything happened...I can't help it...I like a good read, I put out what I read I suppose? 0.o), plus, remember, Derek's got his issues, granted he's initiated things, and I like an inexperienced!Spencer (not sure why) when it comes to things.

My job will come to and end at the end of this year. A new job IS on my list of things to do now...well looking for one is. I've now got three pissed teenagers at my work establishment who have now realized I have more balls then they ever will (two of which are actual males). One is a wanna-be alpha-female (she's learned the hard way that she's a loooooooong way to go before she can even think about taking me on). They've since resorted to petty and chlidish antics and retaliation, most of which makes me angry and them that much more terrified of me (I don't think they're very bright!). XD

Lastly, those of you who offered me that wonderful support after my A/N, you made me teary eyed. Thanks. I really needed that. I was at my wits end and knowing I wasn't the only one, it really does help, oddly enough. I hope you lot aren't fairing so bad anymore! 3 :)

-J.

PS: Any mishaps I've forgotten, please let me know of them and I'll do my best to correct 'em! :)