A/N: Hello people! Well, I know I left on a cliffie so I won't blather on. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: Don't own Darkest Powers. *double sigh*
Derek swore and jumped up. "Shit! Your aunt just got home," he said, scrambling around for their clothes.
Chloe shakily propped herself up onto her elbows, looking completely dazed. "Wha ̶ "
He glanced at her as he threw on his t-shirt and froze, his breath caught in his throat. All he could see was her eyes and lips and skin and girl parts. She looked like dessert and his mouth watered.
He shook himself and managed to choke out, "Your aunt...she's home." And freaking ten minutes early!
Chloe's eyes grew so big, they looked like they might pop out of her head. "Oh My God!" She scurried off the bed and struggled with her clothes.
"It's okay! I'll be downstairs before she's in the house. You'll be in the bathroom," he said quickly, then he raced downstairs.
He managed to plant himself in his chair at the table and steady his breathing when he heard Lauren's keys at the door. Miraculously, he calmed the situation in his pants a little bit ̶ the prospect of being face to face with Chloe's aunt definitely made it possible. He quickly adjusted himself in his boxers.
His heart was still beating double-time when he greeted Lauren in the kitchen. They exchanged some small talk, then Lauren asked where her niece was.
"Upstairs bathroom," Derek replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
Knowing she loved to recount her day at work, he asked how her day was. He was always interested to hear what happened in the ER, but right now he was hoping it would distract her from noticing how flustered he was.
He made a point of smiling a little, remembering what Chloe was always telling him, "The easiest way to put someone at ease is to smile at them." He could really give a crap about what other people felt, but with her aunt, he always made an effort.
Lauren was still chatting, while rifling through the cupboards, when Derek felt a pang of guilt. She trusted him now, liked him even, and not five minutes ago, he was upstairs with her niece, groping her like some horny, teenage boy ̶ which he was. And not just groping...
Instantly, a visual of Chloe flashed in his mind ̶ of her laid out before him. Her taste still lingered in his mouth and he felt a familiar surge in his jeans.
Oh, for the love of God! Really?
He looked down, and sure enough, his erection began lengthening along the inseam of his jeans. He was still so riled up, that apparently, it didn't take much for his body to instantly react. I don't know which is more inconvenient, the Change or a freaking hard-on.
He could feel himself blush with embarrassment and panic. He yanked on his t-shirt, hoping it would cover him. Not long enough. He tried to scoot in his chair as non-chalantly as possible but the table was too small and he was too big, his knees knocking into the frame just below the tabletop. With no other options, he propped his elbows on the table, leaning over his school work and prayed she didn't come any closer.
Still talking, Lauren was moving towards the the refrigerator ̶ which he sat right next to. Derek struggled to keep his expression neutral. If she looks down, things are going to get really awkward.
Frantically, he began thinking about anything that would reverse his current predicament. Dad reading Curious George to me when I was little. Simon playing basketball. Tori in a bikini! Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick and he felt himself revert back to normal...mostly, but he was left with a dull, persistent ache deep in his groin.
He really needed relief from this constant, relentless arousal ̶ preferably involving Chloe, but realistically, in the shower.
Suddenly, he realized Lauren was asking him something and he had absolutely no idea what she just said. Shit. If he admitted that he wasn't paying attention ̶ which was uncharacteristic ̶ there was a good chance Lauren would suspect something.
Before he could find out, Chloe bounded down the stairs, looking a little flushed but perfectly normal. Greeting her aunt, she kissed her on the cheek and asked if she needed any help with dinner. Lauren said she didn't, then regarding her niece's pink cheeks, asked if she was feeling alright. Chloe whispered quietly to her aunt but Derek managed to catch "period" and "cramps", he smiled at her smooth lie.
"Oh." Lauren said sympathetically, giving her a nurturing pat on the arm.
Chloe walked over to the table and plopped down next to him, sighing loudly. Observing her closely, he could see just underneath her casual expression, the tension around her eyes and jaw.
"You okay?" he asked, resting his hand on hers.
She squirmed in her chair. "Well, I'd be doing fabulous right now if my aunt waited thirty more seconds to come home," she whispered, then blushed at her candid words.
"Thirty more seconds, huh?" he grinned, feeling a little proud. He leaned in to kiss her temple, inhaling her yummy smell. He felt a little spike of excitement and prayed his body would behave itself.
She answered with a shy smile but he could see how agitated and distracted she was. He was frustrated too, but he could only imagine how much worse it would be if he was only seconds away from an orgasm given to him by Chloe.
They turned to their homework and began studying but he couldn't concentrate, he hated seeing Chloe uncomfortable. He wanted to see a real smile, even a tiny one, on his girl's face. With his pencil in hand, he reached towards the notebook she was scribbling in, and jotted down "I love you" in the margins. And sure enough, he was rewarded with a genuine smile. It was a bit of a cheesy move for him. They've declared their love plenty of times but Derek didn't say it very much, he preferred to show it ̶ prove it ̶ to the people he cared about. But he'd do anything to light up her pretty face and it definitely worked.
"Me too," she said, still smiling.
"You love yourself, too?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes at him but smiled even wider, both returning to their school work.
While Derek tried to work though his textbook, he couldn't quite focus on what he was reading. His head was still swirling with the sensations and scents and visuals of their incredible time upstairs. Yep. I'm definitely going to need another shower tonight, he thought. And although, he was impossibly frustrated, he had to admit, this was the sweetest form of torture he had ever experienced...and he couldn't wait for a little bit more.
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