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Title: Awkward You, Awkward Me
Author: escapismrocks
Pairing: Addek
Summary: Second encounters of the sexual kind
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
For:
kedda
A/N: For Kendel who wanted the most awkward sex they ever had. I dont know if it's the most awkward, but I'd put money on it being up there. Thanks to
xyliette for adding a couple of scenarios, and generally making my writing seem a whole lot better. Title comes from a Craig David song Awkward. I decided to keep it cute as they did go on to get married and have fabulous sex.
It was the morning after the night before, and it was a morning of firsts. It was the first time Addison was waking up late for class this semester. The first time she was waking up in this room, in this bed. The first time she was waking up naked with Derek wrapped around her. She couldn’t help but cringe a little bit as the sun filtered in through the thinning drapes. She peered over Derek’s arm that was holding her in place to assess just how far away her clothes were.
The problem wasn’t necessarily that she was waking up next to Derek, more that she was waking up next to Derek, one of her best friends, naked, after a night of drinking. The way Addison saw this playing out in her head didn’t end well, so for the sake of salvaging the last of their friendship Addison gently levered Derek’s arm up, intent on escape.
She edged her way gently out the bed, cringing at the squeak of the mattress as her weight left it. Derek muttered and turned over in his sleep, and Addison sighed with relief. She tiptoed across the bedroom floor and picked up some clothing as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, clicking her tongue at the smears of last nights make-up across her face.
“Hey.” Derek’s voice croaked, from under the covers.
“Hi.” She replied apprehensively and twisting her fingers into complicated patterns unknowingly.
“Where are you going?” He said sitting up rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“I…erm…I…bathroom,” she said with an awkward smile, she could see the catastrophe looming, and she really didn’t want to be there when it imploded.
“Here.” Derek through a t-shirt at her, “Mark will either have a fit or haul you off to his room if he’s sees you like that,” he smiled his crooked smile at her, causing her to laugh.
Addison pulled it on and snuck out to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, using the time to evaluate the situation. The cold tile of the bathroom floor sending chills up her spine as she tapped her feet against it. She took a couple of moments to collect herself and tried to ready herself for the upcoming conversation. “Okay well...erm...I have to go.” No. No that wouldn’t work, perhaps something a little more tactful. She sat for a few more moments but decided sitting there for much longer wouldn’t help. The plan, if you could call it that, was formulated, so she flushed and primped her bed head as much as possible, and removed the streaks of make up from her face before returning to the bedroom where Derek was still lounging carelessly.
“I see you’ve returned, Mark not up yet?” He asked with a smirk.
“No,” she said as she bit the inside of her bottom lip, eyes scanning the floor for her bra. She spotted it, nestled beside Derek and the wall his bed was pushed against. Just her luck. She knelt on the bed, and reached over to get it. “Listen, I have to go, I have-”
“Why?” Derek laughed watching her expression.
“I just…I have to go. Last night was great and everything-” she said managing to un-wedge the garment from the space it had been imprisoned in, and sitting back on her legs so as not to loose balance.
“Then stay.” Derek laughed, pulling her back down to his level and kissing her before she could get another word in. It wasn’t like she remembered through the drunken haze what his lips felt like, no this was much, much better. She even groaned when she got lost in it, only egging Derek on. He eventually parted their mouths and smiled at her heavily lidded eyes. “This should be weirder huh?”
“Yeah.” Addison said with a frown dropping her bra and falling comfortably into Derek’s side.
“I…err…okay; this awkward but erm…was the sex any good?”
“I…You don’t remember?”
“No.” Derek said with a wince, expecting her to explode.
“Neither do I,” she chuckled watching his expression, reading his thoughts.
“Huh.” Derek half laughed tugging her closer, “See I always figured it would be pretty good…you and me.”
“You thought about it?” Addison slapped at his chest.
“Yes,” Derek laughed, “I’m a guy. All guys think about it and well, you‘re you…so yeah I thought about it.”
“Does Mark think about me?” Addison wrinkled her nose.
“Let’s not talk about Mark, while we’re in bed practically naked.”
“Sorry.” Addison giggled.
“I err…I think maybe we should give the sex thing another go. You know…do it justice. I mean we’re friends right? And I think that as friends we owe it to each other that it be memorable you know?”
“Okay.” Addison laughed at his awkward attempt at getting her to agree. The thing was she really didn’t need that much persuading. The only misgivings she had had about this situation was it ruining their friendship. It obviously hadn’t, and right now lying with Derek’s arm under her, with him stroking circles on her forearm she never felt safer.
“You…You said yes.” Derek said blinking in shock.
“I did.”
“Okay.” He gaped.
“Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“You just gonna lie there, or are you going to kiss me anytime soon?” She asked turning towards him smirking. He didn’t answer just devoured her lips. The kiss that started as soft, quickly turned passionate, and Derek rolled them so he was on top. Addison immediately yelped, and effectively bit Derek’s lip.
“Ow!” He said sitting up rapidly.
“Sorry, Sorry!” Addison exclaimed sitting up, and pulling the shoe out that had been impaling her thigh, and threw it across the room, while Derek rubbed at his lip. “I’m sorry. Did it hurt?” She asked leaning forward and peering up at the lip he was pinching between his thumb and forefinger.
“It’ll be fine.” Derek said after letting it go and resumed the kissing. His fingers running along the skin just under the hem of his t-shirt that he decided was the best looking article of clothing he had ever seen her wear. He traced the eruption of goose bumps a little higher before teasing the shirt up, reluctantly separating their lips. He pulled at the t-shirt which was now inverting itself, but Addison pulled her arms at the right time, successfully jamming her in the shirt.
“I’m stuck!” She declared after a second of struggling.
“I know hang on.” He said pulling it one way while she wriggled the other eventually freeing her. “Hi,” he smiled shyly as he threw the shirt across the room.
“Hi.” She couldn’t help but smile at him before the hungry kissing resumed.
Fingers trickled over skin, entering uncharted territory; she tried not giggle when she realized it was Derek’s butt her fingernails were pressing into. And Derek couldn’t help but smirk when his fingers drew lazy circles on her inner thighs and she sighed. Finally they started to fall into a rhythm as hands outlined muscles and mouths gasped for air amidst the rapidly heating air between them. As she went to sit up and push him back he leaned in to kiss her neck, their heads collided in a most absurd fashion. “Ouch!” She screeched rubbing at the forming bump next to her left eye.
“Sorry.” He admitted gritting his teeth and running a few fingers over his own impalement. “Let’s just keep you down here, okay? For your own safety.” He patted the mattress and smiled when she seemed to relax once again.
He took his time, running his tongue along the smooth pale skin of her stomach and up to her nipples. Swirling moisture onto her once dry skin he carefully shifted over her, preparing to return to her mouth; the scene of the last crash.
He stopped as soon as she tensed beneath him. Pulling back he asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you’re just…you’re on my hair.” She gave in with a laugh and leaned up enough to sweep it all behind her head. “There.” She assured him, thankful that he was at least a good enough friend to sense when something was off and stopped, unlike most of the men she had been with.
“Okay.” He grinned and turned his attention to the spot he found earlier behind her ear.
After a respectable amount of teasing on both parts, Derek parted their lips for a second and reached over to pull a condom from the draw beside the bed. He smiled as he retrieved one and kissed Addison again as she looked up at him expectantly waiting for him to open the packet. He slipped the side between his teeth but only managed to rip off the tiniest edge. He blew away the tiny piece when it stuck to his lips and tried again. Nothing.
He glanced down at Addison and laughed nervously; sitting up careful not to put too much weight on her this time and freeing both hands so that he could rip open the offending article. But it simply slipped through his fumbling fingers. Addison groaned and pushed herself up a little.
“Give it here,” she demanded holding out her hand. He dropped it in her palm. She examined it quickly before placing the edge between her teeth and ripping away the other half. Smiling she handed it back to Derek.
“You make it look so simple.” He laughed before kissing her quickly again, while attempting to slide the condom on. He would later blame it on nerves, because it was a task he had managed to do one handed on many occasion but right now, the skill was avoiding him. Every time he had it half way on, it unraveled again. Addison, sensing his non-existent nerves slipped her hands further down and took control once more. Derek made sure to kiss her thoroughly as he entered her, as a thank you. His hands running up her sides until he felt the soft tissue where breast met chest, letting his fingertips dance across her skin reaching peaked nipples which he managed to tweak simultaneously as their hips swayed together in time.
Before the motion became too repetitive Addison managed to flip them, her now on top, and her hair safely flowing behind her, she smiled down at Derek as she rocked forward on him. His hands ran down from her breasts, tracing the outline of her navel, resting on her hips (later to be nicknamed her handlebars). There was a lot of kissing and dragging of teeth along lips, as they both began to feel the tugs of the friction run through their bodies. Addison’s head shot back after a particularly deep thrust, managing to collide with the hard shelf above Derek’s bed. “Oh Jesus...” she called, immediately holding her head again, this time the knot forming at the back of her once very uninjured head. She felt the ripples of her orgasm quickly vanishing as the pain took over.
“Shit are you okay?” Derek asked looking very concerned.
“Hey man I heard a …whoa. Shit. Sorry dude.” Mark said closing the door as quickly as he opened it.
“Yeah, fine.” Derek nodded as Addison climbed off him, and slid under the covers still holding her head, “That ought to kill it.”
“Do you think he knew it was me?” Addison asked wincing at the bump that was now erupting under her scalp.
“Addison!” Mark exclaimed a millisecond after, still outside the door. “You want ice?”
Derek looked at Addison who was biting her bottom lip, before they both erupted into fits of laughter.
Author: escapismrocks
Pairing: Addek
Summary: Second encounters of the sexual kind
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
For:
kedda
A/N: For Kendel who wanted the most awkward sex they ever had. I dont know if it's the most awkward, but I'd put money on it being up there. Thanks to
xyliette for adding a couple of scenarios, and generally making my writing seem a whole lot better. Title comes from a Craig David song Awkward. I decided to keep it cute as they did go on to get married and have fabulous sex.
It was the morning after the night before, and it was a morning of firsts. It was the first time Addison was waking up late for class this semester. The first time she was waking up in this room, in this bed. The first time she was waking up naked with Derek wrapped around her. She couldn’t help but cringe a little bit as the sun filtered in through the thinning drapes. She peered over Derek’s arm that was holding her in place to assess just how far away her clothes were.
The problem wasn’t necessarily that she was waking up next to Derek, more that she was waking up next to Derek, one of her best friends, naked, after a night of drinking. The way Addison saw this playing out in her head didn’t end well, so for the sake of salvaging the last of their friendship Addison gently levered Derek’s arm up, intent on escape.
She edged her way gently out the bed, cringing at the squeak of the mattress as her weight left it. Derek muttered and turned over in his sleep, and Addison sighed with relief. She tiptoed across the bedroom floor and picked up some clothing as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, clicking her tongue at the smears of last nights make-up across her face.
“Hey.” Derek’s voice croaked, from under the covers.
“Hi.” She replied apprehensively and twisting her fingers into complicated patterns unknowingly.
“Where are you going?” He said sitting up rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“I…erm…I…bathroom,” she said with an awkward smile, she could see the catastrophe looming, and she really didn’t want to be there when it imploded.
“Here.” Derek through a t-shirt at her, “Mark will either have a fit or haul you off to his room if he’s sees you like that,” he smiled his crooked smile at her, causing her to laugh.
Addison pulled it on and snuck out to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, using the time to evaluate the situation. The cold tile of the bathroom floor sending chills up her spine as she tapped her feet against it. She took a couple of moments to collect herself and tried to ready herself for the upcoming conversation. “Okay well...erm...I have to go.” No. No that wouldn’t work, perhaps something a little more tactful. She sat for a few more moments but decided sitting there for much longer wouldn’t help. The plan, if you could call it that, was formulated, so she flushed and primped her bed head as much as possible, and removed the streaks of make up from her face before returning to the bedroom where Derek was still lounging carelessly.
“I see you’ve returned, Mark not up yet?” He asked with a smirk.
“No,” she said as she bit the inside of her bottom lip, eyes scanning the floor for her bra. She spotted it, nestled beside Derek and the wall his bed was pushed against. Just her luck. She knelt on the bed, and reached over to get it. “Listen, I have to go, I have-”
“Why?” Derek laughed watching her expression.
“I just…I have to go. Last night was great and everything-” she said managing to un-wedge the garment from the space it had been imprisoned in, and sitting back on her legs so as not to loose balance.
“Then stay.” Derek laughed, pulling her back down to his level and kissing her before she could get another word in. It wasn’t like she remembered through the drunken haze what his lips felt like, no this was much, much better. She even groaned when she got lost in it, only egging Derek on. He eventually parted their mouths and smiled at her heavily lidded eyes. “This should be weirder huh?”
“Yeah.” Addison said with a frown dropping her bra and falling comfortably into Derek’s side.
“I…err…okay; this awkward but erm…was the sex any good?”
“I…You don’t remember?”
“No.” Derek said with a wince, expecting her to explode.
“Neither do I,” she chuckled watching his expression, reading his thoughts.
“Huh.” Derek half laughed tugging her closer, “See I always figured it would be pretty good…you and me.”
“You thought about it?” Addison slapped at his chest.
“Yes,” Derek laughed, “I’m a guy. All guys think about it and well, you‘re you…so yeah I thought about it.”
“Does Mark think about me?” Addison wrinkled her nose.
“Let’s not talk about Mark, while we’re in bed practically naked.”
“Sorry.” Addison giggled.
“I err…I think maybe we should give the sex thing another go. You know…do it justice. I mean we’re friends right? And I think that as friends we owe it to each other that it be memorable you know?”
“Okay.” Addison laughed at his awkward attempt at getting her to agree. The thing was she really didn’t need that much persuading. The only misgivings she had had about this situation was it ruining their friendship. It obviously hadn’t, and right now lying with Derek’s arm under her, with him stroking circles on her forearm she never felt safer.
“You…You said yes.” Derek said blinking in shock.
“I did.”
“Okay.” He gaped.
“Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“You just gonna lie there, or are you going to kiss me anytime soon?” She asked turning towards him smirking. He didn’t answer just devoured her lips. The kiss that started as soft, quickly turned passionate, and Derek rolled them so he was on top. Addison immediately yelped, and effectively bit Derek’s lip.
“Ow!” He said sitting up rapidly.
“Sorry, Sorry!” Addison exclaimed sitting up, and pulling the shoe out that had been impaling her thigh, and threw it across the room, while Derek rubbed at his lip. “I’m sorry. Did it hurt?” She asked leaning forward and peering up at the lip he was pinching between his thumb and forefinger.
“It’ll be fine.” Derek said after letting it go and resumed the kissing. His fingers running along the skin just under the hem of his t-shirt that he decided was the best looking article of clothing he had ever seen her wear. He traced the eruption of goose bumps a little higher before teasing the shirt up, reluctantly separating their lips. He pulled at the t-shirt which was now inverting itself, but Addison pulled her arms at the right time, successfully jamming her in the shirt.
“I’m stuck!” She declared after a second of struggling.
“I know hang on.” He said pulling it one way while she wriggled the other eventually freeing her. “Hi,” he smiled shyly as he threw the shirt across the room.
“Hi.” She couldn’t help but smile at him before the hungry kissing resumed.
Fingers trickled over skin, entering uncharted territory; she tried not giggle when she realized it was Derek’s butt her fingernails were pressing into. And Derek couldn’t help but smirk when his fingers drew lazy circles on her inner thighs and she sighed. Finally they started to fall into a rhythm as hands outlined muscles and mouths gasped for air amidst the rapidly heating air between them. As she went to sit up and push him back he leaned in to kiss her neck, their heads collided in a most absurd fashion. “Ouch!” She screeched rubbing at the forming bump next to her left eye.
“Sorry.” He admitted gritting his teeth and running a few fingers over his own impalement. “Let’s just keep you down here, okay? For your own safety.” He patted the mattress and smiled when she seemed to relax once again.
He took his time, running his tongue along the smooth pale skin of her stomach and up to her nipples. Swirling moisture onto her once dry skin he carefully shifted over her, preparing to return to her mouth; the scene of the last crash.
He stopped as soon as she tensed beneath him. Pulling back he asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you’re just…you’re on my hair.” She gave in with a laugh and leaned up enough to sweep it all behind her head. “There.” She assured him, thankful that he was at least a good enough friend to sense when something was off and stopped, unlike most of the men she had been with.
“Okay.” He grinned and turned his attention to the spot he found earlier behind her ear.
After a respectable amount of teasing on both parts, Derek parted their lips for a second and reached over to pull a condom from the draw beside the bed. He smiled as he retrieved one and kissed Addison again as she looked up at him expectantly waiting for him to open the packet. He slipped the side between his teeth but only managed to rip off the tiniest edge. He blew away the tiny piece when it stuck to his lips and tried again. Nothing.
He glanced down at Addison and laughed nervously; sitting up careful not to put too much weight on her this time and freeing both hands so that he could rip open the offending article. But it simply slipped through his fumbling fingers. Addison groaned and pushed herself up a little.
“Give it here,” she demanded holding out her hand. He dropped it in her palm. She examined it quickly before placing the edge between her teeth and ripping away the other half. Smiling she handed it back to Derek.
“You make it look so simple.” He laughed before kissing her quickly again, while attempting to slide the condom on. He would later blame it on nerves, because it was a task he had managed to do one handed on many occasion but right now, the skill was avoiding him. Every time he had it half way on, it unraveled again. Addison, sensing his non-existent nerves slipped her hands further down and took control once more. Derek made sure to kiss her thoroughly as he entered her, as a thank you. His hands running up her sides until he felt the soft tissue where breast met chest, letting his fingertips dance across her skin reaching peaked nipples which he managed to tweak simultaneously as their hips swayed together in time.
Before the motion became too repetitive Addison managed to flip them, her now on top, and her hair safely flowing behind her, she smiled down at Derek as she rocked forward on him. His hands ran down from her breasts, tracing the outline of her navel, resting on her hips (later to be nicknamed her handlebars). There was a lot of kissing and dragging of teeth along lips, as they both began to feel the tugs of the friction run through their bodies. Addison’s head shot back after a particularly deep thrust, managing to collide with the hard shelf above Derek’s bed. “Oh Jesus...” she called, immediately holding her head again, this time the knot forming at the back of her once very uninjured head. She felt the ripples of her orgasm quickly vanishing as the pain took over.
“Shit are you okay?” Derek asked looking very concerned.
“Hey man I heard a …whoa. Shit. Sorry dude.” Mark said closing the door as quickly as he opened it.
“Yeah, fine.” Derek nodded as Addison climbed off him, and slid under the covers still holding her head, “That ought to kill it.”
“Do you think he knew it was me?” Addison asked wincing at the bump that was now erupting under her scalp.
“Addison!” Mark exclaimed a millisecond after, still outside the door. “You want ice?”
Derek looked at Addison who was biting her bottom lip, before they both erupted into fits of laughter.