[ derek reaches behind his neck, grabs his shirt from between his shoulder-blades, and pulls it over his head without a word. he's only compliant because he doesn't have that many shirts — he tosses this one over the side of the bed, out of harm's way, and returns to his objective. ]
[ he's never done this with another werewolf, and it's nice not to have to worry about hurting her as he puts a hand on either thigh and tugs them open. he dips and nuzzles the inside of her thigh, where fine, baby-soft gold hairs brush his lips. he snuffles his way upwards, pretty intent — derek's working on instinct, here, because if he lets himself think he's going to start being disgusted with himself. ]
[ maybe it's too fast, but this is how he'd been taught sex goes: kate had trained him to be good with his mouth and fingers, to drop to his knees the moment they were alone, to eat her out before he was allowed inside her. he had to jerk himself ready while he was down there. it's as normal a start to derek as a kiss would be to others. so he presses his nose into cora's downy pubes, breathes in the mate-pack-woman good smell of her. other lovers had been turned off by how much more important smell and taste were to derek than sight and touch, but cora's a werewolf, she'll understand that he just wants to take a moment to breathe her in. ]
I've thought about this.
[ he admits, voice muffled and guilty, eyes closed. ]
no subject
[ he's never done this with another werewolf, and it's nice not to have to worry about hurting her as he puts a hand on either thigh and tugs them open. he dips and nuzzles the inside of her thigh, where fine, baby-soft gold hairs brush his lips. he snuffles his way upwards, pretty intent — derek's working on instinct, here, because if he lets himself think he's going to start being disgusted with himself. ]
[ maybe it's too fast, but this is how he'd been taught sex goes: kate had trained him to be good with his mouth and fingers, to drop to his knees the moment they were alone, to eat her out before he was allowed inside her. he had to jerk himself ready while he was down there. it's as normal a start to derek as a kiss would be to others. so he presses his nose into cora's downy pubes, breathes in the mate-pack-woman good smell of her. other lovers had been turned off by how much more important smell and taste were to derek than sight and touch, but cora's a werewolf, she'll understand that he just wants to take a moment to breathe her in. ]
I've thought about this.
[ he admits, voice muffled and guilty, eyes closed. ]