Working at the club had turned Derek into a night owl. He'd never really been a morning person, but the late hours he'd been keeping recently had quite effectively ruined any sort of normal circadian rhythm he'd previously had.
As such, he spent most evenings he wasn't at work watching reruns of old action movies on TV until he could barely keep his eyes open and, more often than not, ended up falling asleep on the couch.
On that particular night, he was flicking through the channels (there were only so many times one person could watch Die Hard before getting sick of it...) in search of something other than infomercials when there came an insistent knocking on his door. He couldn't think of anyone it might be other than his downstairs neighbour who insisted that he walked 'like a rhinoceros' and 'could he please keep his footfalls to a minimum'.
Reluctantly, he flung the door open and was more than a little surprised to find Emily standing there. "Oh..." he stumbled over his words, "Em... What are you-"
She cut him off mid-sentence by crashing her lips on his. Her hands gripped tightly at the fabric of his shirt as if to keep him from wandering away before she was through with him...not that he was about to go anywhere. Her tongue demanded entrance to his mouth and he readily parted his lips to allow it; her mouth tasted of the sting of liquor and cinnamon gum and all he wanted was to taste her for the rest of his life.
It wasn't until she pulled away for air that he noticed she was soaking wet from the pouring rain outside. He ushered her further inside the apartment, gently tugging her wet coat off her back. "Damn, Em, you're soaked," he remarked, then winced at the double entendre, adding, "I mean, from the rain."
In spite of her earlier boldness, Emily was remarkably silent now, standing almost awkwardly in his living room, wet hair dripping puddles on the floor.
Though he would have liked to ask what exactly it was she was doing there, Derek resisted the impulse somehow, instead asking, "Do you want anything? Coffee? Beer?"
She shook her head, but said nothing.
He approached as close as he dared, as if Emily were a frightened deer, liable to run at the slightest movement. Gently, he tipped her chin up so she was forced to meet his gaze. "Em?" he prompted gently.
She answered by leaning in to kiss him again, deeper and more desperate this time.
It took all his self-control, but he somehow managed to gently push her back. No matter how badly he might want this, he knew that he couldn't ruin whatever meagre friendship was developing between them... "Wait, Em," he said gently. "What's going on? Are you alright?"
She shook her head, but it wasn't clear what she was saying no to. "Please, Derek," she begged. "I need this. Please..."
"Are... Are you sure?" he stammered. He wasn't sure whether it was himself he didn't trust or her...
"More certain than I am about anything else in my life," she said and it was almost a joke. Then, as if seeking to prove it, she trailed one palm down his chiselled chest – no doubt feeling his furiously beating heart beneath her hand – until she reached the hem of his t-shirt and tugged it up and over his head.
That seemed to be all the assurance he needed because in the next moment, he captured her lips, letting her guide him – half stumbling over her own feet – towards the couch. As they crossed the room, Emily worked at the zipper of his jeans with trembling hands and it wasn't clear whether they shook from eagerness or anxiety, but she clearly wasn't about to stop this now that it had started.
She shucked his pants and boxer-briefs down over his hips in one motion, then gently pushed him to sit on the couch, dropping to her knees as he sat.
"Em..." he said gently, uncertain what it was he wanted to say, but feeling like he had to say something.
She shook her head, not letting him get the words out. She wrapped her hand around his length, stroking him a few times to get him fully erect, then leaning in to wrap her mouth around him.
Any words he might've said were effectively banished by the feel of her warm mouth on his cock. He groaned from deep in his throat as he met her gaze, her dark eyes meeting his through her long lashes. The image of her on her knees before him, her lips pursed around his length, was pure sin and he knew that if she kept this up, he wasn't going to be able to maintain control for very long...
As if sensing his tenuous grasp on self-control, Emily proceeded to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock as she bobbed her head up and down, taking his length until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little.
"Em..." he said again, the sound choking out of his throat. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this, didn't have to prove anything.
As she backed off his cock to catch her breath, she shook her head. It was clear she was determined to do this. She wiped the spittle off her mouth with the back of her hand, then once again took him in her mouth.
He reached down to tug the elastic from her hair before tangling his fingers in her locks. He struggled to keep his wits about him to keep from pulling her hair too sharply, but he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to maintain control. "I'm not going to last if you keep that up..." he warned, voice strangled and choked.
She didn't move away, instead increasing the speed and pressure of her sucking. Her tongue laved a stripe up the underside of his cock, making him shiver and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back his impending climax.
His fingers tightened in her hair as his body stiffened, his climax racing through him. He groaned her name as Emily swallowed as much as she could, unable to take it all, though, and as she pulled away, the rest spattered her face.
While they both caught their breath, he tried to form some sort of logical thought, wanting to say something meaningful, something to assure her that he didn't just want her for sex, that he wanted more...but it quickly became clear that she had no interest in talking, judging by the way she proceeded to straddle his lap, wicked glint in her eyes.