From the lips of an angel
Who: Derek and Gabe (Closed)
What: Morning after the Masquerade Party...that Derek doesn't remember.
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: Day 54, morning
The grumbling of his stomach woke him. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in days. In a contrary way, Derek also felt a familiar satisfaction upon waking up. His legs were tangled with a very feminine set along with bed sheets and a slender arm draped over his abs. He recognized the room once his eyes focused without much assistance from his bandaged right hand. His left was under the pillow that the brunette was sleeping on.
Deb!
It made sense that she was the woman in bed with him given their location. What Derek couldn't understand was how his last (very vivid) memory was sex with a completely different brunette. Images of Emily flashed through his mind but not one of how he ended up in bed with his pseudo wife. What he did remember of Deb was how she uttered that she loved him...right before he took Prentiss upstairs and fucked to their hearts content.
He swallowed thickly, slowly slipping out of bed. The ring on his finger never felt more definitive. Derek groggily grabbed a pair of boxers, followed by a pair of sweatpants, and managed to quietly don them and exit the room single handedly. The idea of additional clothing was in case the woman on his mind happened to be somewhere else in their residence. It was a strange notion given how memory served him.
With one hand he took on the task of formulating some kind of breakfast and coffee. The two levels of the house afforded him a comfortable amount of leeway with noise that Deb more than likely could sleep through. She must have. Instead of his foul mouthed half, a guy who looked familiar yet Derek didn't know well enough to simply allow him to walk freely in his house did just that. Right as he had finally sat down to get some food on his stomach.
"What are you doing here?" Morgan asked cautiously with an intensely furrowed brow.
What: Morning after the Masquerade Party...that Derek doesn't remember.
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: Day 54, morning
The grumbling of his stomach woke him. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in days. In a contrary way, Derek also felt a familiar satisfaction upon waking up. His legs were tangled with a very feminine set along with bed sheets and a slender arm draped over his abs. He recognized the room once his eyes focused without much assistance from his bandaged right hand. His left was under the pillow that the brunette was sleeping on.
Deb!
It made sense that she was the woman in bed with him given their location. What Derek couldn't understand was how his last (very vivid) memory was sex with a completely different brunette. Images of Emily flashed through his mind but not one of how he ended up in bed with his pseudo wife. What he did remember of Deb was how she uttered that she loved him...right before he took Prentiss upstairs and fucked to their hearts content.
He swallowed thickly, slowly slipping out of bed. The ring on his finger never felt more definitive. Derek groggily grabbed a pair of boxers, followed by a pair of sweatpants, and managed to quietly don them and exit the room single handedly. The idea of additional clothing was in case the woman on his mind happened to be somewhere else in their residence. It was a strange notion given how memory served him.
With one hand he took on the task of formulating some kind of breakfast and coffee. The two levels of the house afforded him a comfortable amount of leeway with noise that Deb more than likely could sleep through. She must have. Instead of his foul mouthed half, a guy who looked familiar yet Derek didn't know well enough to simply allow him to walk freely in his house did just that. Right as he had finally sat down to get some food on his stomach.
"What are you doing here?" Morgan asked cautiously with an intensely furrowed brow.