shiratorijun

"Jun."

"Yes, dear man?"

Derek smiles at hearing that. "There's this young woman...same one who helped keep me alive until you found me?"

"Yes?"

"She's a friend of Ken's, but doesnt have a place...so I told her she could move into the warehouse apartment. I don't really use it except as storage anyway...Wanted to tell you, though."

"Thank you for telling me."

Derek nods. "Would have told you sooner, but all that other stuff came up...It's okay, isn't it?"

"I don't know." She smiles. "It's done now. We can keep an eye on her that way."

Derek nods. "...How you doing?

"Good."

Derek nods, smiles again and gives her a hug. He is starting to cool again--good in that he's recovering...bad in that his 'human' feel is starting to fade.

"You're not feverish..." She kisses his neck.

"No...not anymore," he responds. He nuzzles her neck in return, between the junction of the bottom of her ear and the sensitive skin further down.

"You're -- ah! -- warm though..." Her back arches, her hands slip under his shirt.

"Hmn...." Derek's hands span out across and down her back, sliding down to her rear. He left one to rest there while the other worked its way under her shirt, echoing her movements while he nibbles down her neck.

Her laughter is soft. "Let's go to your room?"

"Yeah..." his breath is gentle across her skin. He pulls her agianst him for a moment, completing his travels to collar bone and up her back, and then takes her hand, leading her to the room.

Jun had already undone the bottom button of her blouse. She reaches the third one when a sudden impulse brings her hand forward and into contact with Derek's ass.

Derek made a sudden startled sound in his throat, and he paused, looking at her with a raised, interested eybrow.

Jun wrinkled her nose at him, her fingers posed around the third button of her shirt.

Derek cocked his head at her, still curious. He could still feel her other hand on his ass, and it was helping to spread a warmth through him that made him want to press up agianst her.

She grinned at him, swaying from side-to-side.

Derek smiled back, one of his hands resettling on her hip, although the other remained on the small of her back. Gently, but insistantly, he pulled her against him. Perhaps impolitely, he introduced her to his intentions, turning the motion into a slow but steady pressure against her lower belly that kept up with her own swaying. He bent again to tease at her neck with his teeth.

Jun grasps him through his clothes, smiling as he reacts to her movement. 'Carry me' she means to say but her breath has raced ahead of her intention.