-- it actually happen, or am I just so in tune with Derek Hale. and his movements, that I imagined it on a whim of hope? Chewing on my lip while #Derek and I are still in this close proximity, I nod again and let my eyes drop down, where before they'd been geared ::at:: --

-- "Coffee, a walk, and my dad? I'm good with that! Should we surprise him? We can grab brunch on the way and take it to him." I know he's home, because my dad's schedule isn't quite as busy these days. He's cut down. We don't have to worry about showing up and him --

-- not being there. I mean.. he could be with #Melissa, but that's neither here nor there. I still have questions about that, anyway! Pressing forward and puckering my lips to get another kiss from Derek Hale., I grin. "I won't dwell. I'll ::try:: not to dwell, okay?" --

-- Reaching beside me on the counter, I bring my own coffee cup from where I'd left it to my lips and sip at the hot liquid that's more sweet than bitter. Derek Hale. will tell you; I like a little bit of coffee with my creamer if it's hot, and I like a little creamer --

-- with my coffee if it's cold. The other hand slips down Derek Hale.'s back to smack his ass once, a cheeky grin playing on my lips. "Drink your coffee then, babe, so we can get dressed and slip out."

Head hanging against Derek Hale.'s shoulder, I groan and let a small laugh shake at my shoulders. I could and would put everything else on hold for the ideas that he shares. You know, the ones where I need to not start something he'll finish? Yeah. I'm almost a --

-- stereotypical addict in the sense that I would do anything.. But no. I have to stop the thoughts in their tracks, eitherwise I'll wind up sporting more than a chub and we'll get nowhere. No matter that my dad doesn't know about the surprise, but it's still a feeling of --

-- not wanting to let him down. Pinching Derek Hale.'s hips, I lean back and slip from the messy embrace we've had, coffee in hand. "I suppose this means we're showering separate, then, you deviant?" Directed towards #Derek, I've got my own sort of smirk playing--

-- at my lips as I slip off. #Robin already has food and water, it's just a matter of freshening up and taking him on a walk before we can go. Part of me thinks that we should stop in and see #Laura, too. It's been a bit! We could have lunch with one, recuperate, and --

-- have a late dinner or ice cream with the other. She's like Derek Hale. in the sense that she's a #Hale and pretty damn bold, but she's nowhere near as quiet as I know he can be. At least, she wasn't. Considering it's been a bit, though? Maybe it's our turn to --

-- drop in and make sure she's okay. "We'll go see your sister this evening, Derek Hale.! I've decided. Maybe ask #Cora to facetime us while we're all together," hollered from inside the bedroom where I stand idly in front of the closet, I hum. The ideas and --

-- Derek Hale. are enough to keep my mind focused elsewhere for the moment, and I hope it stays that way.

"Watch for booeymen!" Shouting after Derek Hale. as I make my way to the bathroom, I go about setting up the shower and placing everything I need, where I need it. It's not so bad these days, when I can somewhat see through a partial shift. The only thing is, I'm not --

-- all that practiced at controlling the shift, yet. I can.. if I focus. But in the event of needing to finding something ASAP? It's likely my anxiety would have already ticked up, and then focus goes out the window. Derek Hale. and I are working on it. This is why I --

-- set up precisely how I need to, knowing I won't have Derek Hale.'s influence in or after the shower. Water just hot enough to fill the air with a relaxing steam, I step in and let the stream of water soothe muscles. The process itself isn't forever and a day --

-- long when I'm by myself. Even when my fingers ghost down-down-down and curl my hardened cock-- something I blame entirely on Derek Hale.. With him taking the dog on a walk, I aim to get away with it until ::he:: showers. Tipping my head back and into the spray, I let --

-- it warm me as fingers coil and take to a timed stroke. Building it up and imaging that it's Derek Hale. before me, working me up, I know that I fill the air with my panting a few breathy moans. Well, until I spill over my hand and murmur my fiance's name, like it's all --

-- his doing, anyway. Not ashamed in the slightest way, the ::actual:: showing part is ::quick::, and leaves me stepping out and drying off in no time. Cracking the bathroom door to let out steam, I'm rhythmic as I tug on clothes and brush my teeth, finishing off with --

-- a bit of gel to keep my hair in place, before deeming myself ready and slipping out to find if Derek Hale. has come back or not.

Remember when I proposed to Derek Hale.?