'We need to talk,' Jennifer said curling a leg underneath herself as she joined Derek on the sofa after finishing putting the dishes into the dishwasher. Derek was watching Ice Road Truckers.
'What about?' Derek asked reaching for her hand and massaging her fingers between his.
'Cora,' Jennifer said nudging her head at his neck so he'd let her cuddle against him. 'She asked me to talk to you.'
'What about?' Derek repeated as she tucked her toes under his thigh. He was into what he was watching, she could tell, and she hated to do this but Cora had begged her to tell him and distract him from murder.
'She's going out tonight, on a date,' Jennifer said. Derek pulled away and turned to look at her. 'Quit that look, she's seventeen!'
'Who with?' Derek growled his jaw tightening up.
'Stiles,' Jennifer rolled her eyes.
'What!' Derek roared jumping from the sofa. 'Where?'
'I'm not telling you.' Jennifer said waiting patiently until Derek's theatrics were over.
'You're going to tell me all right,' Derek patted his pockets looking for his keys.
'Oh am I indeed?' Jennifer relaxed back onto the sofa.
'You are,' Derek said shifting her sophomore marking to hunt around the coffee table. 'You're going to tell me because you're my wife and you love me and I'm going to go bring Cora and desert home.'
'Really?' Jennifer said.
'Yes really, now where are my keys?' Derek said looking down at her.
'I have another idea,' Jennifer said popping the first few buttons on her blouse slowly. Derek's eyes widened slightly. Jennifer smiled and ran a hand down her skirt, curling her fingers in the black material and easing it up.
'Jen!' Derek whined. 'He's an asshole,' Derek licked his lips as his eyes tracked her arching neck.
'And she can handle him, I promise, I made sure of it!' Jennifer bit her lip as she thumbed another button open. Derek took a step closer and Jennifer smiled because she knew she won.
Derek fell to his knees and gazed up at her as he pushed Jennifer's skirt up, his hands warming her thighs as he searched for her panties. They were off in a second, and Derek was pushing her skirt up as far as it would go and leaning in to kiss her pussy lips.
He parted her lips and lapped at her clit, licking over her and sucking on the tender skin on the inside of her thighs. 'Missed this, missed you,' he said as the scuff on his face scraped her sensitive skin, leaving a calling card for the morning. Jennifer ran her fingers through his thick hair, tugging as his mouth sucked at her clit.
'Derek,' Jennifer moaned as he worked her until she was aching with need, his thumb fucking her slowly. 'Derek come fuck me, come up here and fuck me properly,' Jennifer said pushing at his forehead.
'Off,' Derek muttered opening his jeans as Jennifer pushed her blouse off her shoulders. 'Condom?' He asked freezing. Jennifer thought for a second, the condoms were in the bathroom, and in the bedside lockers, nowhere near them, but they were married, and they were in love, and one day there would be babies, and Jennifer was more than ready, had been for years now.
'None, don't need them, married,' Jennifer said pulling at his shoulders.
'Fuck,' Derek muttered as Jennifer pushed his jeans down over his ass and gripped at his cheeks. Derek exhaled heavily, resting his head against her shoulder, panting. She took his cock and guided him inside her, jerking him gently as she tilted her hips to take him in.
'Yes,' she hissed as Derek yanked her roughly to the edge of the couch so he had better access to her body.
It was rough and dirty, Derek kneeling on the floor with very little leverage. He scrabbled at her bra, working her free to suckle at one of her nipples. 'Jenny,' he whined pressing his face into the valley of her breasts, 'not going to last baby.'
'Come on, I'm almost there,' she clenched around him as he thrust once, twice, and spilled inside her with a groan. Jennifer cried out, the heat of Derek's come inside pushing her over the edge.
'Fuck I love you,' Derek said slumping against her.
Jennifer let her eyes fall closed, fingers scratching through the short hair at the base of his head. 'Shower,' she said.
Later after Derek had made sure to lock the house he walked into the room texting while she lay in bed. 'Should I be worried?' Jennifer teased.
'Nah, I've got you trained right,' Derek fell onto the bed and shuffled beneath the duvet.
'Who are you texting?' She asked as she shook her head fondly.
'Stiles,' Derek said mildly.
'Do I want to read the texts?' Jennifer asked.
'As an adult who has a responsibility and duty of care to this teenager who's education you take an interest in, probably not,' Derek admitted as he locked his cell phone and popped the charger in.
'Never know babe, it could be true love,' Jennifer teased. Derek grunted, but later when he was asleep Jennifer couldn't resist changing Coras name on the phone to Mrs Cora Stilinski.