Okay how I came up with this is too long to explain but it involves
aelysian ,
raingin , and my warm shower, and not in the pervy way you all are thinking :P
anywhoo written in like 6 hours yesterday, kinda what I wanted and kinda not... and I'm drive-by posting this so certain people don't look over my shoulder...*cough*
"They always showered together under a sparse cold stream, It conserved more water that way. Derek's hands would roam her skin as water sluiced over them, fingers slipping inside, her small hands wrapped around him. It always led to more. Their attempt to keep warm, to keep the cold at bay, and they were here, and they needed to feel, and they were alive."
"When Derek didn't come back she wasn't surprised. People went missing all the time, and when John Connor pulled her into his room one night that didn't surprise her either. She was cold so very cold, and he was a man, and his shower was warm. So when he pushed her thighs apart and looked at her like she was someone else it didn't matter because she was pretending he was someone else too, but he was here, and he felt like Derek, and he was alive"
"As soon as Derek saw her he knew Allison was gone. He felt the cold creep into him again then but when she walked into his shower that night he didn't' push her out. And when she took him in her hand just as she would have he didn't think he ever could. Skin slick and cool he gathered her familiar curves to him, moved familiar rhythms with her, because she was here, and she felt like Allison, and she was alive.