No, no there was no way this was happening. No way Florence, Florence, his all-too-innocent, bright little rabbit was about to willingly pull him on her, not when she was sober. Derek could only believe she was trying to comfort him, trying to somehow melt their sadness into a lukewarm pool of affection. No way this was going to be anything more than simple romance, no way this would be sexual. Florence, on the other hand, on the other hand, had contrary impression.

Well, she tried to, at least. She was stepping into uncharted territory, an unknown land she had only walked through in the dark. It was nerve-racking, scary, even embarrassing… But she deemed it necessary. He needs me… was what she kept telling herself.

Florence, under the wolf on his bed, began to push on his shoulder.

He broke the kiss they shared, staring down at her. "What?" He asked, his voice small. He was sure that was it. That was where she was stopping him.

The small brunette locked eyes with him the moment his were visible, but her voice was not found for a long moment. In truth, it took Derek making a small apology and his beginning to move off of her to get her to grab his arm.

"Wait…"

The wolf looked down at her quizzically, silent.

"Lay- lay down…" she whispered, not able to tear her eyes away from his, "Take off your shirt and lay down…"

Derek stared at her for a short period of time, still trying to figure out if she really did plan on going far. Sure, it was obvious, but holy hell, his heart was already beginning to pump faster. With a small nod he complied, pulling off his dark blue t-shirt then layed down on his back, debating with himself as to what to do with her.

Florence straddled his hips, biting her lip with insane nervousness. Her hands rested on his chest, not really sure where else to put them as Derek's silent realization of his lack of control overtook him. With a small exhale, she looked down at his body, planning what to start out with. Her eyes were filled with worry, unnerved feelings and even fear; Derek caught on quickly.

"You shouldn't be doing this… Not when you're so uncomfortable with it."

"I need to, Der, for both of us. I need to face my fears… You need me. It's a win-win."

"But… You're afraid… And even so, I don't.. want you now... "

"Wh… What do you mean…?" Florence asked. Her heart sunk with the weight of rejection, a cold heat embracing her. "Please, Der, just…" She sighed lightly, shame crossing her features. "Help me."

A long moment of silence enveloped them, only small parts of the time dedicated to eye contact. He nodded lightly when it hit him. She wasn't asking for help as to what to do -well, she was in a difficult spot, but it was more so a plea of relief. Help her to face her fears and live, help her to be able to achieve the intimacy she knew she wanted, the soft warm touches even she knew she wanted somewhere.

"Well… You could start by getting rid of this," he suggested while glancing at her shirt.

Her gaze shifted down to her shirt, eyes widening slightly. Florence shook her head lightly. "No… Not yet." She leaned down and caught his lips with her own before he could get a word out, her hands moving to his cheeks. His stubble scratched at her mouth, so pleasant… He hated having a cleanly shaven face. Feeling the roughness of him was always a comfort, it was him.

Florence parted her hips and licked his, trying to deepen the kiss. He complied and their tongues met, slowly working and clashing in the lovers' dance. Shaking hands roamed her body, leaving her hips to travel up her sides under her shirt. Derek relished in her feel, under her warmth, her softness in his hands. It excited him, knowing that a woman was hovering over him, wanting his touch, feeling her own touch against his skin.

God, her skin… So soft, smooth… Radiating life and energy, the scent mild and sweet.

Derek slipped his hands under her chest bra strap and slid his hands across her back, sending a warmth through her body. She exhaled softly through her nose, arching her back to his touch. With the pressure on his body, the feel of her warmth against his, he felt his pants tightening. The heat only escalated when her hips shifted, putting more weight on his groin. Added pressure, her fingertips brushing against his face, her hips to grinding on his, blood was rushing south, and the wolf was getting needy, soon to be destitute. A small whimper rose from his throat as he hardened and her rear kept brushing over him, teasing his most sensitive places. The feelings he was given were only enough to pour more gasoline over the fire building up in him.

He knew she could feel it, the growing hardening in his pants. When she began to grind on him, she faltered, even stopped moving her hips for a brief moment, but soon picked up her slow, irregular pace again, earning a soft whimper from the wolf beneath her. Florence broke the kiss, her voice brittle. "Did I hurt you…?"

He laughed softly. How could she be that virtuous? "No, Florence…"

Derek rested one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, signaling her to roll over. Reluctance washed through her expression but she did as he wanted, lying on her back while he took his role as the dominant one. His head dipped down to her throat, smelling her deeply, his head feeling light from the overwhelming scent of vanilla and cherry perfume. Florence's body tensed when she felt his nose brushing against her skin, a shiver running up her back and shoulders when his hands, strong and trembling, warm and rough, ran up her abdomen under her shirt. He pulled his hand down again and tugged on the clothing lightly, but with enough force for her to know he wanted it gone. Derek gently licked her neck, the warm and wet feeling of his tongue sending yet another shiver through her body.

Her shaking hands traveling his back, Florence tilted her head up and to the side to allow him more access, letting out a breathy huff.

"Florence…" he whispered, his hand roving down to her groin. Derek's lips wrapped around her skin on her shoulder, sucking lightly. She could feel his teeth gently digging into her when she felt her pants button and zipper become undone, cold unsettling her nerves. Florence flushed, a growing heat spreading through her body.

"D-erek.. Derek, I…"

He released her skin, gently whispering, "What is it, Rabbit?"

God, if only he were to look at her red-stricken face. Her ears and fingertips felt so hot with the chagrin flowing through her.

"I think… I need you…"

Derek laughed softly, slipping his finger under her panties. "I know you do…" He leaned down, kissing her lower belly with sweet lips dripping with the promise of pleasure. "I can smell it."

"Wh- what..?"

Question unanswered, Derek shimmied down her pants, exposing her supple legs to the cold of the loft. He leaned down and kissed her belly again, this time licking her skin right after. A cold shiver ran through her shoulders, her hips caving back into the bed.

"Florence…" He looked up at her, avidity in his green eyes. "If you need me to stop, tell me…" A grin crept across his face, the hunger in his eyes more wolfish. "But I doubt you will."

A soft whimper transpired from her throat.

Derek slipped her underwear down, kissing the skin beneath. The small woman under him gripped at the sheets of his bed, whimpering again at the sense of his touch. A wet warmth came into her sex, making her look down to find Derek's tongue gliding into her folds. His gaze shifted up to meet hers, his hands gripping her hips with security.

"Der.." she moaned quietly, her cheeks burning with red. His response: Pushing his tongue against her clit, swirling it around the small bundle of nerves. He could smell her pleasure and lust beaming from her body, her silent pleas for more of him, more force, more intimacy.

His eyes closed, Derek embracing in the salty sweetness of her. His grip on her hips tightened, pulling her up closer to him, all the while burying his mouth further into her. The wolf moaned softly at the taste of her. All those dreams of holding her, having her like this, all those filthy and sweet fantasies of this naked woman were now a reality. No more craving, no more lusting. Now, he could indulge in these desires that have ate away at him since he met her. Sure, he had that time the night of his birthday… But this was so much more intimate...

Dulcet moans rose from Florence's throat, her fingers gripping the bed sheets tighter. That warmth in her was getting hotter, a tensity she didn't quite understand knotting in her core. "Derek," she whispered, pushing out his name as he ate his way into her, his fingers slipping in with ease. Her heavy breaths and fast heartbeat pounded in his sensitive ears, more of her saccharine moans following. "God, Derek…" Her high was coming on, her could feel it by the way she began to writhe under him, her hips caving back further into the bed. With only a few more sucks and thrusts, Florence reached her orgasm, the hot tension gripping her tightly. She only allowed herself small grunts of pleasure, her head pressing back into the bed while her back arched. With his mouth still latched onto her folds, Derek pushed her even further, passion in every stroke of his fingers and tongue. "Derek!" she nearly cried, her whole core sensitive with ecstasy. She squirmed against his grasp, finally given relief of a break when he pulled his mouth away from her.

He watched her breathe heavily, her eyes closed with her head resting against his favorite dark red pillow. Derek crawled up to her head level, meeting her sweat-dampened face. "That good?" He asked with a lackluster tone, as if he didn't just give her the time of her life.

Florence respond with a small, "Nn," and a nod, her eyes drifting open. "Too good…"

He laughed softly, pushing a lock of brunette hair behind her ear. "'Too good?' That's a shame…" Derek leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, "I wanted to do more to you…"

A cold shiver ran through her and her eyes opened further, her voice small, "You can… Just please, Derek… Be gentle…"

He grinned softly, that lust and excitement in his eyes evident. The wolf sat up, pulling off his shirt. Muscles rippled and tensed as he moved, the soft light of the nightstand lamp glowing on his skin. Florence gazed across his muscles, almost awestruck by how enticing he looked. God, if only she had the courage to flip him over and lick his chest, trace every curve and crevice of him… Derek leaned down again, this time kissing her sweetly. His lips were somberly salty, much unlike the familiar taste of him.

She realized she was tasting herself.

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