Sunday, June 15, 2014

42: The Burning Question – Pt. 3


“Victoria, what are you doing out here?” Derrick asked in shock as he opened his front door to find the detective dripping wet on his welcome mat. “It’s pouring rain, you could get sick!” He replied and reached a hand toward her with genuine concern. A quiver of awareness edged through her body at the mere touch of his hand on her cheek. And there it was again.

Victoria had tried to fight the urge to face him; to walk up to his door and see him after the fool she’d made of herself the night of Devereux’s party. And yet she allowed her legs to carry her here. And now she stood in front of the one man who, for the past week, had been avoiding her. Pulling away as if she’d been burned by his fingers, she took a step back, blinking several times to gather her wits about her. He watched her with his eyes narrowed and expectant, waiting for her to speak.


“I couldn’t sleep. Something happened the other day at work and I needed someone to talk to. But when I got home you weren’t there; Vex I mean,” she started, ignoring the volley of water that pelted her from all directions, soaking her to the bone. “It’s weird I know. I guess I just sorta became used to the fact that I always had an ear to bend whenever I needed. He always, you always knew when I needed to talk and you were there.”


“Well come inside now, Victoria, and we can talk.” Derrick spoke gently, extending his hand again for her to take. She shook her head no and leaned away from his touch.

“It’s not the sameyou’re notreally, none of itI shouldn’t be here, I don’t know what I was thinking.” She quickly stepped back and started for her jeep.

“Victoria, wait!” Derrick yelled rushing after her, ignoring the iciness of the water as he immediately became soaked. “I know I’ve said it before but I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you like I did. But I’m here to listen if you need someone to talk to…”


“I HAD SOMEONE TO TALK TO, DERRICK! I had you!” Victoria shouted in reply as she angrily looked him over.

“And I’m still here.” Peeling through the layer of irritation that hung over her like a dark cloud was difficult. He’d apologized before but he knew there was no making up for the deception of months’ long visits in his raven form. Derrick had never seen her at her most vulnerable before and to be honest it scared him a little. Here she was; damp and agitated standing at his front door in need of a friend. Victoria looked desperate and afraid and it hurt him all over again knowing he had been the one to cause her so much misery. “Come inside, please.”


The front door had been left open as he chased her toward the street and she could scarcely make out the glow of his fireplace just inside his living room. The moon was full tonight, but the allure couldn’t be wholly felt nor enjoyed as Derrick concentrated on seeing to Victoria’s needs. The rain hadn’t let up much; in fact it seemed to fall harder as the two stood on his front drive without the protection of his porch awning. Cool rain fell down his back leaving a strange, yet soothing tremor that awakened him to his senses and that of which Victoria also must have been feeling. “Come on, Victoria. On top of everything else, I don’t want you to get sick.”


Once again her eyes fell on his front door, dark, yet inviting as the warm hues of his fireplace flickered faint silhouettes across the threshold. Slowly she approached him yet the saddened expression on her face never wavered. Derrick stood staring, analyzing every step she took until her body was but a hair’s breadth away and he fought to ignore the feeling of what seeing her like this stirred within him.

She was so small and defenseless yet the anger he felt roll off of her in spades alluded to a much deeper concern and one he feared fracturing if he didn’t handle the situation correctly. After a while Victoria was still and so was he. Neither had the courage to move first and he dared not speak again until he could get a read on her emotions. The rain disappeared into the background as time stood still and nothing seemed important at this point. They were alone; completely alone in the rain. Nothing mattered. 


Victoria’s face hid in the shadows, but to Derrick’s heightened senses everything was unmistakably obvious. Her eyes were red from the countless hours she’d spent crying. Tears streaked down her cheeks quite noticeably even through the water marks of rain. Her hair was done up in a messy ponytail as errant strands cascaded delicately over her shoulders and onto her fully saturated shirt that now clung to her curves more than it had before.

Derrick’s determined feet closed the gap that remained between them and Victoria did not flinch. When she was within arm’s reach he paused and examined her face more closely. What was left of the little makeup she wore had drained down her cheeks; rosy in blush from the strain of crying. Small drops of water had gathered on the ends of her dark, curly lashes and a few drops would fall off each time she blinked. Her eyelids were heavy with exhaustion yet she seemed resolute to wait him out in the ever freezing precipitation.


Her nipples poked out from beneath the fabric of her bra as they too became alert of the chilling winds that accompanied the downpour. Derrick licked his lips slowly as he watched the gradual intake of air she breathed that forced her chest out more. No sight was more beautiful than she at this very moment, drenched in rainwater and staring at him helplessly. “Do you want to come inside?” he asked, more aroused than concerned at this point. 


“Unless you prefer I stand here for others to get a better look at my chest as well.” There was a hint of sass in her voice that knocked him back a step. Derrick cleared his throat as he searched his mind for a clever remark, a sentence, a noun; anything in response but came up short. “You saved me again, that night.” She looked hesitantly down at the ground before catching and holding his gaze. He could feel her breath stream across his lips as she spoke, leaving him once again speechless. “I owe you my life.”

A watery laugh slipped through his lips and a thousand butterflies played soccer in his stomach as he stared at her, words finally finding his tongue. “You saved me once before as well, Victoria. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes well, selflessly saving others comes with my job,” she inched closer as she spoke. “But you took a bullet for me, Derrick, that’s pretty amazing and harder to repay.” She covered one of his freezing hands in hers and his mind again went blank.


Victoria’s body was now pressed up against his and he could feel the rigid peaks of her nipples rubbing on his chest. Her mouth was only inches away as her eyelids grew heavier only this time beneath lust. Derrick hooked her firmly around the waist with his free hand and wasted no time pressing his lips against hers as the rain fell harder around them. 

Victoria sighed and fell against his chest as he kissed her. His mouth was so hungry, but the softness of his lips overpowered that. She quickly became intoxicated by the touch of his lips and her body reverted to a state of warmth as Derrick’s hands searched her ass, firmly cupping it and giving her a confident squeeze. She ran her fingers through his damp hair, tilting his head aggressively as she deepened the kiss.


Without realizing it, Derrick had lifted her into his arms and was swiftly carrying her toward his front door, safely enclosing her within the warm confines of his home. Victoria continued to paw at him, their lips never once separating as her arms draped around his neck and his hands worked the curves of her slender frame. 


He kissed her chin gently before his lips quickly sought out hers and pressed together. Her soft moans heated up his yearning as the kiss increased in passion. Her tongue fought his for control and he gripped her tighter in his arms not wanting the moment to end as they came to rest in front of the fireplace.


Her mind went blank; consumed by his touch. She sank deeper into the floor as his body melted against her and she let his tongue guide hers. His hands stroked lovingly through her hair and her soft sighs fell against his mouth; his lips suckling hers with increased urgency. He moaned louder as she softly caressed his face and rested her hands around his neck. She wanted him; in that moment the desire to have him inside of her crept up into the back of her mind and she made sure he understood her intentions.


Victoria’s hand found his belt buckle and she could feel his arousal pushing against his zipper. Derrick leaned forward as he felt her hand tease along the leather strap on his waist, straining the already stretched denim of his jeans. He pulled at her shirt until he could feel her warm, soft flesh brush against the tips of his fingers. His kiss was tender as his lips stroked hers moving slowly; cautiously swirling his tongue around hers until he felt her press back. 


She moaned; that subtle and feminine sound that drove him crazy the first time their lips touched and he pulled her closer toward his chest. His hands gripped her tighter, locking her in his embrace. Victoria wrapped herself around his neck and held his face, guiding him around her mouth as she sucked on his bottom lip. She was drowning in desire and Derrick only made her heat up more when his fingers raked across her bare back beneath her shirt, caressing her soft skin almost massaging. Feeling her warm body entangle with his caused the reaction he was sure she was trying for but he found himself more alert to his surroundings.


“Mmm, mmm, wait, wait,” Derrick sighed and pulled away, his eyes wide in shock as he looked at the lust-driven detective lying wet on his floor. Her clothes were disheveled from his earlier explorations and her eyelids hung low with desire. Her breathing became short gasps of air that fell into the small space that separated them as she reached for him again. Derrick got to his feet, his hand rubbed over his mouth as he felt the warmth of her lips disappearing from his own. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”


“Take advantage? How can you say that when we both feel this thing between us.”

“You came here upset and angry about something, Victoria, you wanted to talk. Not this; I can’t let you do this and possibly make a mistake you’ll regret.” She sighed as she looked up into his eyes still feeling the passion of his embrace. “Do you want to talk?”


She shook her head no and pulled her leg into her chest to lean against it. “I’m tired of having to make decisions. I’m sick of having to live with the consequences of my actions because I need control. We were there because I wanted to be; he wanted to go another route. He told me…for once I just want to wake up and let the day take me where it pleases but I can’t. I cannot afford to because someone would end up getting hurt; like Mike. It would be nice to not have to be responsible for anything even for just an hour.”

Derrick frowned as he listened to her pleas of mercy and an idea struck him. “Come on,” he spoke, his voice thick with desire. “I know just what you need.” Leading her through the kitchen, he stopped just at the basement door and Victoria’s eyes moved with uncertainty toward his.


She knew what was down there and now his intentions were becoming clear. Could she allow him to handcuff her again? Admittedly it was arousing; hell it even gave her something to think about when she got herself off that night. But the idea of being helpless against whatever Derrick’s mind could dream up scared her.

Yet that did little to ease the tingles burgeoning between her thighs. Victoria swallowed hard and clenched her legs together; an action that quickly drew Derrick’s eyes toward her thighs with a smile. Immediately he could see how excited she was becoming over the idea of his toys and he’d enjoy stimulating her until the fire had all but consumed her. “Having second thoughts?” he asked and folded his arms into his chest as he stood a force in front of the door.


“No I just…” she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at him. She’d had moments where her body betrayed her thoughts and her heart would increase at just his presence; this was one of those times. Although none of it had ever been an issue before her grandmother forced her to really think about him. Curse that old woman, she thought and gently rubbed her hand over the back of her neck.


Derrick stepped closer, pulling her by the hand until her chest again bumped his. He smiled feeling her erect nipples through the soaked fabric of her shirt and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “If it becomes too much for you, you can always say ‘tangy yogurt’ and I’ll back off.” His lips lightly caressed her neck and Victoria’s hand squeezed his tighter, a ragged moan filtered through pursed lips as Derrick led her down the stairs.


She watched as he lit a few candles around them before grabbing what appeared to be a large leather harness and tying it to the beam above her. Victoria gasped as she felt Derrick’s hands on her waist. Slowly he began undressing her, pulling the waterlogged material from around her shoulders and tossing it toward the corner. He did the same of her drenched jeans until she was standing in front of him in just her bra and panties.


Silently she stood in the center of the room as Derrick circled around her, taking in the sight of her body as if for the first time. He reached for her arm, pulling it over her head and Victoria jumped slightly at the sound of the cuff locking on her wrist. Kissing her shoulder, he tickled his fingers down her other arm before joining it over her head with the other. 

She swallowed hard to clear the lump in her throat and found that devilish smirk upon his lips when her eyes fell on his again. “Tell me something, Victoria,” he started, his voice pouring over the cold chills like hot chocolate on a winter’s day, “that first night you came over and I gave you the full tour, did you go home and touch yourself? Did you finish what I started or did you have a nice cold shower?” 

“What do you think?” she replied in a haze and his eyes shot toward hers with a simple smile.


The thought of those strong hands forcing her legs apart flashed through her mind and she firmly gripped them tighter together. But instead of fulfilling that desire, he continued softly rubbing his fingers over them, exploring her; teasing her. Derrick leaned in close as he spoke, lips brushing her ear, that magnificent scent chipping away at her resolve. “What I think is you need to be touched, taken. You’re so used to being in control, you don’t know what it is to let go and enjoy yourself. I think,” he paused and gripped her buttocks tightly within his rough palms, “you need to be fucked.”

The word shattered through her defenses like fine China being tossed to the floor. A stuttering moan shuddered through her as her head fell lower. What was he doing? She wondered as her body took on a mind of its own. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.


Derrick smiled and stepped away from her as she hung from his rafter helplessly. Feeling her eyes scan the room before falling on him, he made a show of removing his clothes starting with his shirt. Gleaming muscles drew her attention and Victoria sighed to herself as she thought back to the first time she saw him shirtless. The way the sun sparkled over his chest, the sweat slicked shape of his abdomen as he leaned forward with that large tool in his hands. It was something out of a cheesy porno and she very much enjoyed the show. 


The sound of her pulse rising tempted his palate and he thought of the sweetness in her veins slipping warmly down his throat. Derrick hooked his fingers into his jeans and slid them provocatively down his thighs and Victoria closed her eyes momentarily as thoughts of how scandalous the scene was making her feel. He hadn’t even touched her yet and she could already feel her petal dripping with desire and wanton need. 


Once he got down to his briefs, he turned toward her, allowing her to take in his massive form freely. The candlelight glistened off the tip, moist with a drop of precum. Victoria imagined herself crawling toward him on her hands and knees, gently licking at first to taste the salty goodness before pressing just the head between her lips. The feel of his delicious shaft slipping into her warm mouth coupled with his tight grip in her hair would be enough to send her over the edge. Derrick stood at impressive form and yet he wasn’t fully erect.


Victoria fought to control her breathing as she felt him move behind her again. “You are so beautiful and you have no idea how crazy you make me,” he spoke softly against her neck. “Maybe you do. Maybe you know exactly how it affects me but you hide it well.  You like seeing me soften to your touch, blush at the sound of your voice or weaken at your smile. You enjoy knowing a man can’t keep his eyes off you; that he is just dying to touch you.”


She trembled at his touch and he smiled at the reaction, slipping his hand further along the inner walls of her thigh until her breathing escalated. Leaning just close enough to allow his erection to graze her left butt cheek, he whispered against her ear and a cool gust of air caressed the back of her neck as he moved. “What do you want me to do, Victoria?”


She swallowed hard as his fingers found the edge of her panties and he slowly tugged on them lowering them just enough to feel the soft, curly hairs that covered his ultimate prize. Victoria shut her eyes tight and leaned back against him, giving him more room and better access to place his hands where she truly wanted to feel them. “Derrick…” she moaned tenderly and turned her head to peer into his eyes. He began to gently stroke her thighs, caressing them fondly as he spoke. Victoria’s legs opened slightly with the mildest touch of his fingers on her inner thighs and Derrick quickly swooped in.


His fingers moved behind the damp lace and she parted her legs a little more as she felt him tickle her nub with the tip of his index finger. “Tell me, Victoria. What do you want me to do?” he asked again, this time with his lips delicately curling against the shape of hers. The lightness in this act was enough to weaken her knees and she groaned deeply in spite of her mind telling her not to.


Slowly Derrick’s fingers rubbed over her aching, swollen bud and Victoria bit down on her bottom lip as a weak sigh passed through clenched teeth. Placing his thumb against her clit, he moved two fingers further along her wet sex and pushed them into her just up to the knuckle and out again. She was a little tight as he eased just the tip of his middle finger in and she gasped as he pushed firmly against her walls. A shudder rushed through her body and she released a breath in broken sighs as he began to move. Derrick’s fingers brushed the slick edges, coaxing them a little wider as his thumb stroked her clit caught between his forefinger and thumb.



Despite the urgency she felt to rub herself against his prodding fingers, Victoria held firm in her binds, refusing to admit she enjoyed it. Her left hand groped the metal chain tightly as she dangled helplessly in front of his invasive eyes. His touch was like steel wrapped in silk; firm but gentle and her body caressed by his was powerless. The aroma from the raspberry scented candles grew heavier with each intake of breath and she found it harder and harder to deny what his touch was doing to her yet her stubbornness persisted.


But Derrick had other plans and was just getting started. With his free hand, he undid the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the ground. Wriggling her hips as his thumb hitched into the sides of her panties, she helped him remove them bringing a smirk to Derrick’s dominating cold stare. “What do you want?” he asked and slowly kissed down her chest toward her breast, lowering his mouth to her exposed nipple. Wetting it with his lips, he lightly licked across it letting his tongue draw circles over the chocolate pebble until it hardened.


He closed his teeth around the taut flesh and gave a pull. Victoria moaned louder and louder the longer he held onto her all the while his fingers moved in rhythm with her breathing. Her lips parted but her tongue found no words, only the desperate cry for release.

Derrick smiled and tenderly kissed the corner of her mouth, making her quiver. Victoria opened her mouth again to say something but Derrick took the opportunity and she instead found his tongue slip between her lips, caressing and exploring. The only sound she could manage was a whimper of frustration as he wrapped his hand on the back of her neck drawing her closer.


She moaned as his fingers slipped into her hair and gave a gentle tug, exposing her throat to his soft lips. The sharp tip of his fangs slipped over the tender vein in her neck and her eyes shut to savor the sensations, leaning against his hand when he caressed her cheek. Arching her body to his touch, she shuddered as he nibbled down her neck and cupped her breasts in his hands; his forceful palms teasing her sensitive nipples as he fondled her. 


“Victoria!” Derrick growled and yanked her head back with a firm grip in her hair. His skilled fingers continued probing her drenched sex. Deeper and deeper they plunged into her dripping body bringing her to just the verge and stopping until she finally gave in. “Say it! Tell me what you want!” Her trembling legs threatened to collapse but Derrick seemed to know her body better than she did and steadied her with his strong hands on her hips.

She whimpered as his forearm brushed over her nipple, coaxing them into hard points as his fingers continued working her toward her edge again. He brushed his fingers through her hair as he kissed the top of her shoulder, allowing his lips to linger on her skin. She leaned heavily against her arm, her eyes shut tightly. “You, I want you.” 


Hearing those words brought a smile to Derrick’s face that he hid from her and yet they weren’t enough. Moving around her again, his lips pressed close enough to brush her ear as he spoke. “Say it!” he demanded, his voice resolute and rolling through her like velvet. “What do you want me to do?” She clenched her jaw, afraid to let her lips betray her as the rest of her body had but he masterfully flicked her clit with his thumb and her world ended.

Victoria’s lips parted almost imperceptibly and she heard a voice so delicate she couldn’t believe it was hers. But she was gone; well done beneath Derrick’s dark gaze and his practiced hands. Her tongue followed the path her body had taken long ago and turned against her. That treacherous muscle offered her up with ease to soothe the tender ache between her thighs, her body was no longer her own. “Fuck me, Derrick,” she moaned and fell forward as her body trembled with release.


“Louder,” he ordered, not pleased with her offering as his fingers sank deeper inside.

“Fuck me, please!”

“LOUDER!”

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she begged looking up at him with pleading eyes as her orgasm shot down her spine. With a startling speed Derrick uncuffed her, pulled her body abruptly against his and hoisted her leg up until she wrapped herself around him. He pressed himself fully against her as his lips claimed hers, and she anxiously molded herself to him as he carried her toward the bed positioned in the corner. 


Moaning shamelessly into the kiss, she encouraged his tongue as it curled around hers and arched against him, desperately brushing her nipples on his hard chest. When his lips moved to her neck and his hands cupped her breasts she opened her mouth in a deep growl and felt him chuckle against her. The way his palms manhandled her soft body made her whimper in pleasure and she buried her face against his shoulder as he held her.


And as she watched through lust-ladened eyes he kissed his way down between her breasts, smiling up at her as he gave each of her nipples in turn a soft kiss and a gentle tug with his lips. “Derrick, remember when you said you could make me moan until I passed out?” Victoria asked, clinging to his neck as he slowly moved with her, still allowing time to tease her.


“I remember,” he whispered in a groan as she continued grinding her hips against his arousal.

“Will you do that for me now?”

“Victoria,” he sighed as he rested between her legs, lightly peppering kisses down her chest as her hands rolled through his hair. “It will be my pleasure.” She was so full of need she thought she would explode without him inside her soon. 


Breaking their kiss, Derrick looked down at her and caressed her hair back from her face. He wanted to see her eyes when he entered her; see if the emotion he so desperately needed would show through her beautiful chocolate irises hungrily staring up at him. Maddeningly, his fingers teased down her belly toward her center, making her mewl softly as he gripped her thigh tightly and forced her legs apart. He slid his hands under her back arching her upwards and her body stiffened. She moaned loudly when he slipped his rigid shaft inside her in one swift stroke, filling her with his thickness as he watched her eyes close then pop back open; he was captivated.

 
The tight restrictions of her body opened wider and she could feel him throbbing inside her. With each thrust, he growled softly and Victoria quivered hearing his control give way with his shaft swelling almost uncomfortably thick inside of her. Slowly he moved, drawing in and out of her and then sinking firmly back in. She felt like she was losing her mind and loved it. “Oh my god, Derrick,” Victoria smiled as his grunts grew louder and more frantic when she moved her hips against his. 


“Ohhh yeah, Victoria, that’s nice,” he groaned as she swiveled her hips, moving in sync with his thrusting. Derrick’s hands explored her freely, one moving between her thighs as the other cupped her breast. She muttered jumbled sighs of encouragements as his fingers teased her, stroking between her folds as his shaft slid in and out, in and out. A long muffled moan passed through her lips as his fingers found her clit and stroked tiny circles on it but she needed more.

Whether or not he could hear her thoughts he appeared capable of reading her body language and she gratefully felt him thrust into her harder, faster, deeper. Another cry of pleasure escaped from her throat as he nipped her neck. And then another whimper as he growled by her ear followed by countless moans each time he rammed his thick, throbbing shaft deeper inside her. “Mmm yeah right there,” she muttered with urgency.


“Fuck,” Derrick cursed as he strummed her g-spot with his thumb, plowing faster, deeper, harder. Victoria’s body was singing as she fell into an easy rhythm and he dropped his head into the hollow of her neck, listening to a moan roll up from her throat to her lips. Working his arms underneath her, he hugged her tight against him as he thrust into her and felt her hips demand more.

Victoria’s breath blew in his face and a hoarse moan escaped her opened mouth. Her head tilted back, her lips parted, and her finger slipped between her teeth while he held her. A muffled groan vibrated through her chest and Derrick closed his lips on her nipple as the first in a series of orgasms began. He felt her tremble beneath him, the sound of her reaching peak ringing in his ear as one after the other they erupted deep inside her. His thighs became moist from the repeated assault of her many climaxes and he felt her grow weaker beneath him. 


Gripping her waist tightly, he lifted her legs over his shoulders allowing himself to plunge further inside her silken heat. His fingers rubbed through her hair and curled within as his other hand stroked her velvety folds and thumbed her clit as he spoke against her neck in a harsh growl. “This is what you wanted, Victoria. This is what you deserve; pleasure unimaginable. Give yourself over to it.” As the last of his words fell from his lips, he pressed his thumb to her clit and gave her hair a gentle tug that brought her walls tumbling down.


“Oh God, Derrick! Derrick!” she cried in a rasping tone, almost pleading when her body jolted up, spasming once more. A volley of fireworks exploded behind closed eyes and Victoria screamed his name over and over as she came hard for him. Waves of pleasure crashed over her filling her with the most intense sensations again and again. She felt his lips close over her breast, teeth clamp against her soft nipple and his firm length jerk within warm walls as he went over the edge with her. 

He felt her nails sink into his shoulders while her body shook uncontrollably in his arms and he closed his eyes as a monstrous roar erupted from his throat. Thrusting hard and fast, he gave himself up to his own orgasm and tensed as a shuddering warmth poured deep inside of her. Derrick looked down at her, his eyes coming into focus as he spurted the last few jets of his release.


In a foggy daze, she felt him gently thrust a few more times and slowly withdraw his shaft and she shuddered once more in the aftermath. Derrick’s strong hands caressed her face gently as he leaned back to look at her. Weakly she reached up to touch his damp cheek and smiled at him. The last thing she remembered before passing out was that diabolically sexy smirk on his lips as his presence vanished from hers.

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18 comments:

  1. Well damn....it's about fucking time!!!! Derrick was right, she needed a good fucking and that's exactly what she got!

    Now I'm off to take a cold shower.

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    1. Haha yeah Derrick's probably saying the same thing. Once he got his hands on her, he was not about to let go this time. If Vik tried backing off, she would have had to run out of that place. But this paid off for her...for them both :P

      Thank you for reading :)

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  2. I agree!!! About time those two finally 'had it out' with each other!!!

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    1. LOL! Yes! And I'm pretty sure she's gonna be sore in the morning...but at least it'll be the good kind :)

      Thank you for reading :D

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  3. *fans self* Phew! Well, I guess that was worth the wait! Derrick is one smart cookie. He made damn sure Vik wasn't going to have any regrets in the morning by making her admit what she wanted him to do. No second guessing now. Not to mention he gave her a night she won't soon forget. It'll be interesting to see where they go from here.

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    1. Oh yeah! Derrick had that all planned to a t! And what's the icing on the cake, Victoria admitted she wanted him. He never thought those words would come out of her mouth. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted done to her but she specifically said "I want you!" There's no room for doubt anymore! Victoria won't ever forget that LOL On top of that, Derrick held back a little. But that's mostly because he didn't want to hurt Vik. If/when he really lets loose though, she might need to borrow a wheelchair for a while.

      Derrick: 4, Victoria 0 -- Game on!

      Thank you for reading :)

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  4. I'm sure I should be able to comment tomorrow.
    Coherency problems have got me working a half day today, so.... yeah... yeah...

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    1. Haha well just so you know...if today is bad, the next few might not improve. Derrick has Victoria in his crosshairs now and now the two, as the saying goes, are gonna boink like rabbits. Boink...that word is so weird. Boink...Boink.

      Thank you for reading :)

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    2. Crap, I should take leave from work then!

      Reason: uhm... uhm... overheat? Yeah, heatstroke! Sunburn! Everything to do with heat!

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    3. That would be the best course of action!

      Heatstroke? They might ask how you acquired heatstroke inside the building. You should go with clogged up ventilation that's making it hard to breathe! They can't expect you to work in those conditions!

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  5. Isn't that what we all need from time to time. Yowzah.

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    1. Absolutely :D If only there was a "make real" button for these types of things!

      Thank you for reading!

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  6. Okay, Let me try this again.

    Curse the old lady indeed. (and then send her a huge bouquet of flowers, cause YOWZA!!!)
    You know Vic, entering my Derrick's basement is not the way to... who am I kidding? It's exactly the way to get to know-know him. You're in trouble now. Getting in is easy, it's the getting-out part of it that's hard.

    Why is it that something has to happen to set emotions free? She's so out of it with feeling guilty about Mike she went to Derrick and let this happen. It would've felt way better (maybe not as intense, yeah right, it's Derrick) if she had just come to him on her own.

    LOL, I just had a perv moment. I guess Vex has proven to be helpful in WAAAAYY more than a mere bird can do! Hmmm, I'm thinking she's thoroughly pleased with his current appearance! You and I both know I am... ;)

    MOARRRRRRRRRRRRR!! ...please...
    See, I said please, how polite of me!

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    1. Wow, look at who's being coherent today!

      LOL! Mike and Grams really made Victoria think and she's cursing her name but then screaming Derrick's...she sounded damn grateful to me! I don't know what exactly she went over there for but that man sure has a great way of making her forget! HA! I couldn't have said that better myself, a lesson she'll learn soon enough :)

      Tragedies have a way of bringing people closer together. Victoria was not about to let herself fall for Derrick, not until she was completely vulnerable because she didn't want to admit that everyone was right. She has feelings for Derrick but she didn't want to be in a relationship. She has a fear of commitment (something Derrick noticed right away) and a fear of losing control. She HATES the idea of anyone seeing the real her and this one has a knack for knowing her. It might have been way more intense (and possibly is in C50) had she just admitted this to herself. But then that would have been too easy.

      LOL! Vex was a great friend to Vik, oddly enough. And Derrick now sees just how much she cared for his bird form (he'll make up for that). But yeah I'm fairly certain she prefers this side of him in relation of appearance!

      That was very polite! And I'm sure Derrick will gladly oblige again...and again...and again...and again...and...

      :D

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  7. wow that was very steamy....cold shower time it is...I can't wait to see what's next.

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    1. Derrick aims to please! He waited so long for this moment, he had to make sure he did it right!

      Thank you for reading :)

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  8. Well well well.... wow.... She needed to talk, he thinks her being upset is because of the raven thing. Does he even know what happened that caused her to be so upset? I don't think Derrick cared at that point. heh..... He was right in having her admit what she wanted, but.... it can still backlash on him since she was in a very very emotional state.... but.... I think that she will wake and realise what she did and feel relieved not to have to hide her emotions or war with herself over something she wants that she thinks she can't or shouldn't have. I am so interested to see how the turn in events affects their relationship... I have a thought she will try to push it away, but deep down, she can't. Great update. very strong conflict of feelings portrayed beautifully.

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    1. LOL!

      Yep, Derrick misread his emotions there. She was talking about missing Vex and he saw how angry and upset it made her and he, without realizing, is still sort of paying for that. But he is going to really try and make that up to her. But like you said, after a while, just standing there and watching her, it became less of a concern to know the cause of her sadness. (Lol that sounds bad).

      Derrick read Vik. And everything about her screamed "dominance." She HAS to be in control and he knew that what she really needed was to be controlled. You're right, that can still come back on him. But he was happy just hearing it. Plus she admitted to wanting him on top of needing sex.

      When Victoria wakes up, she will have a lot to process. This is a woman who absolutely SUCKS at relationships and intimacy. She's more afraid of having her heart broken than she lets on and Derrick can tell she has an issue with commitment. Even though they've slept together, ultimately what Derrick wants is a relationship. He'll need to handle the next few days/weeks/emotions carefully or else send her running away. For Vik, it would be nice for her to just admit this is what she wants and let the chips fall where they may.

      I like your thoughts, they always seem to be right!

      Thank you for reading :)

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