Um, so this is what happens when I’m bored at work while we’re dead….
Almost every single time he closes his eyes, he sees her in his dreams. The dreams affect him more than he would ever admit.
Sometimes they aren’t that bad.
Sometimes he dreams of how good she feels, how tight she feels around him as she slowly lowers herself onto him.
Of the sounds she tries so hard to hold back as he grips her hips, pulling her down to him as he thrusts his hips up into her.
Of the way she rakes her nails downs his back, screaming out his name. Of how she would always forget in that one moment that she wasn’t supposed to be in his room, and they needed to be quiet.
Those dreams weren’t that bad. They had him waking up, hard and aching, her name spilling from his lips. But they were nothing compared to the other dreams.
The dreams he was having more and more often lately.
Dreams of sneaking into her room where he was greeted by her wearing nothing more than her panties and one of his long t-shirts that barely grazed the tops of her thighs.
Of soft, playful kisses that gradually become more fiery, more insistent.
Of laying on the bed next to her, both trying to catch their breath as she cuddled in closer to him.
Of holding her tight in his arms, her head resting on his chest. Of pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. Of her being the last thing he saw, her “I love you,” being the last thing he heard as he drifted off to sleep.
Derek was jerked awake by the loud thud of books being dropped to the table near his head. He raised his head quickly, groaning when he saw Julian and Logan sitting around the table in the library with him. Dropping his head heavily back to the table, he let out another loud groan. “Fuck.”
“Nice dream, D?” Logan asked, amusement obvious in his voice.
“Fuck you,” Derek replied, his voice muffled by the table.
“Casey again?” Julian asked sympathetically.
Derek groaned yet again, finally raising his head to look at his friends. “It’s always Casey.”