AN: More spoilers for 8x15, Broken. I'm going to keep continuing this, since Carbon Copy was pretty much devoid of much M/G action we'll just have our own fun! :-) This one is a shorty. I'm trying to keep this clean and hot at the same time. Not sure how well its working out . . . but here you go!
Chapter 11
Derek woke slowly, aware of the soft woman draped over him, skin against skin. At first, he thought he was dreaming again—that this was the awful nightmare in which Frank killed her when he left the apartment. Then he remembered all that they shared the night before. He nuzzled her hair gently with his nose, breathing in her scent and kissing her head. He gently drew circles on her bare back, examining the contrast between his mocha skin and her paleness. He toyed with strands of her hair as he had that night Maeve had died, simply taking in her beauty and innocence. He was an idiot to have put off this moment for so long.
He felt her shift and then her soft brown eyes were smiling up at him. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, already looking forward to her response.
She grinned at him, shifting and then straddling him. "I finally get to show you a real good morning," she said, leaning down to kiss him. They didn't make it out of bed until lunch.
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"So," she said, setting a sandwich in front of him. "Texas." She went back to the counter and retrieved her own sandwich, then sat down across from him.
"Yeah, Texas," he said. "It was rough. J.J. had a hard time with it. She said she couldn't imagine not loving Henry if he were gay." He paused, taking a sip of his water, contemplating. "I just can't imagine it, Baby Girl. My abuse was bad enough. I can't imagine having your parent sitting there next to you while you are being raped—condoning it, encouraging it. If Momma had any idea what had been going on, she would have done everything in her power to stop it. These parents paid for it to happen."
She reached for his hand. She looked up, and saw no pain in his eyes. That made her as happy as everything else that had happened in the past twelve hours. Judging from the look in his eyes, he didn't need to get anything else off his chest about what had happened during their last case. "So, what's our plan? We have two entire days off, barring no emergencies."
He smiled again. "Hush, woman, you will give us bad luck," he joked. "As for the plan, its whatever you want it to be, beautiful."
"Would it be ridiculous of me to say I don't want to do anything but hang around here with you today?" She slipped into his lap, lunch forgotten.
"I always knew you were crazy," he chuckled, kissing her.
She kissed him back. "Crazy about you . . . " she sighed.
"Likewise, beautiful."