Chapter 6
AN: To all my loyal reaaders: I am so sorry I am late in updating. I have been rather sick the last couple of days. I'm heading back to bed, but I didn't want to leave you all hanging any longer. Hopefully I'll be back in the game tomorrow...
After stumbling back to their feet, they started cleaning up the kitchen. It was taking a lot longer than it should have taken. Derek couldn't stop touching her and kissing her. It surprised her a little, although it shouldn't have. Derek was one of the most touchy-feely people she'd ever known. He was always kissing the top of her head, rubbing her shoulders, throwing his arm around her, hugging her…and that was before any of this happened.
"Hot Stuff," she said, as he stood behind her while she had her hands in soapy water. "We're never going to get this cleaned up."
He'd looped his arm around her waist, burying his face in the side of her neck. "Who cares…"
He rubbed his whiskers on her neck, causing her to break out in shivers.
She tossed some bubbles at him. "Behave, mister."
Grumbling, he released her, then swatted her butt quickly. "How am I supposed to concentrate on cleaning when you are dressed like that?"
She'd tugged her boxers back on before standing up. "I don't have any other clothes here." She frowned for a second, not too happy about the next thought. "I guess I am going to have to go home."
"We can wash your dress," he said quickly.
She shook her head. "Dry clean only."
He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Well, I will find you something to wear after we shower. Something you can wear home."
"Okay," she answered.
She'd agree to anything at this point; she felt like staying for the next ten years. She was having such a good time with him, and it wasn't just about the sex. The chatting, the warmth, the easy going feeling of just being with him, the friendship shined through, even with the flares of lust that were always there, lying barely dormant.
After finally finishing the kitchen, they headed to his bedroom again and the shower. She was still sticky and looking forward to getting clean. She entered his bathroom and started undressing, while he was in his closet, looking for clothes for her.
She climbed in and turned on the water, the first shock of cold making her jump, then the warmth washed over her. She wasn't surprised that there wasn't any shampoo; Derek didn't have hair, after all. Luckily, her hair wasn't that dirty yet. She moved her ponytail up on her head, keeping it out of the water.
Looking around, she found a bottle of body wash. She opened it and took a sniff, closing her eyes. It smelled like Derek, woodsy and spicy. She couldn't put a finger on exactly what it was…
"Sandalwood," he remarked, climbing into the shower with her.
They made love.
She leaned forward and shut off the water. "At this pace, we really are going to kill each other."
"After six years of teasing, I think we are setting the perfect pace." He stepped out and reached for the towel, wincing.
She grabbed the towel and started drying him, his back, his butt, his legs. She murmured from behind him, "Six years?"
He looked over his shoulder as she was drying his thighs, and gave her his lopsided grin. "Yeah. That's how long I've been picturing us doing this. How about you?"
She blushed. She hadn't really thought about it, not seriously. Then she ran her fantasy man that she'd been dreaming about in her head. It was Derek in every way.
Come to think of it, she'd been dreaming of the Derek sort for a long time. She's always wanted a strong, sexy hero, but dated geeky, nerdy individuals she thought were like herself. She never thought she quite deserved the Derek-type. She was shooting above her station.
She snickered. That would be just like her to do that: to want Superman, but date Jimmy Olsen instead!
"How long have I been dreaming about this?" She smiled up at him then, and answered. "My whole life, baby."
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