A VERY (DREE) THANKSGIVING

[darius jereme whitfield]

"Aubrey-" Whatever he was going to say he cut short as his mouth snapped shut, he knew he could fight her on this but it was best to just let her get it out; maybe if she said whatever she had to then she'd agree to forget it. Exhaling a frustrated sigh all he could do was stand there like she told him to, though he wasn't anywhere near happy about.

His muscles tensed under her grip, it was obvious he could break away from her if he wanted but instead he just became rigid as she held onto like he might run away if she let go. He wasn't trying to get away as he became aware of how much closer she was drawing him in, his hazel eyes were drawn to her lips as they began to move.

Derek's heart sank to his stomach as she pointed out the obvious, if this was her plan to find new ways to hurt him then mission accomplished. His gaze dropped from her face, and he wanted her to be done so he could get away and they'd just go back to how they were. Her question however caught him off guard and his eyes quickly cut back up to her, "I don't know. And I can't promise that we will either." He told her truthfully; his hands finding her hips as he moved in closer to her, if that was at all possible. "But who thought we'd be here after that first annoying Aubrey Jenkins hello I got freshman year?" Teasing her his face hinted at the ghost of a smile. "I can say I didn't...safe to say we might do alright you and I."

Bringing his forehead down to rest against hers, he shut eyes and emitted a frustrated sigh before looking at her once again. "Besides I already consider you mine soo why not make it offical?" He didn't want her to think he thought this was one big joke, because he didn't. "If I have to say it all again I will. I care about you, I like you, I want you, and I need you...I haven't ever felt like this about anyone. You're kind of special."

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Bree tried to make things clear to herself, but speaking aloud she was probably worrying Derek with everything that she was saying. Those questions, well he didn't really need to answer them did he? Wasn't the whole point of relationships seeing how things work? It's not like they were getting married so what's the big deal?

Sighing she'd almost wished that he could have promised some form of happy ending, but she'd been down the relationship road before and it always ended with a speed bump and heartache. Bree glanced down at the counter behind her as she felt his hands on her hips and the pressure from his body moving closer to hers, but she didn't mind as she let her arms slink around his to rest on his back still afraid he'd pull away at any given chance.

She laughed still not making eye contact with him as she shook her head in reference to their first meeting. "It wasn't all that bad back then," okay maybe it was a lot worse than she was making it sound. Try seeing some bubbly athletic freshman coming up to someone who shouldn't give a fuck she existed. Safe to say we might do alright you and I, Bree glanced up at him after he said this forming the smallest of smiles. It'd been a step in the right direction for them.

When she picked her head up to look at him she could feel his forehead press against hers, and now her eyes were glued to him as he spoke. Everything he just said made her so confused as she stared up at him. "You don't need me, you're strong enough on your own." She wasn't sure she helped in any aspect of his life, but it was nice to hear him say it anyway.

"Of all the people you could claim as your own it just had to be me huh? Who'd of thought that'd happen?" She chuckled trying to make light of it all. "How about this, try not using your words, that works better for us," she leaned her lips to his kissing him.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

Biting his tongue was rather easy for once, even if the urge to tell her she was wrong was a strong one he remained silent and let his eyes slide closed in defeat; also to hide the frustration he was feeling, at himself, for not being able to find the words to explain why she had been wrong. Inhaling a deep breath of air he tried to steady himself and caught the familiar scent of vanilla that the woman wore, and the corners of his lips barely curled up into a hidden smile. "I do Aubrey, you're like a drug and I can't get enough of you." Without doing anything she managed to get the words out of him; he didn't understand how she made the words flow out of him so effortlessly, when he was unsure of what to say.

His eyelids fluttered open once again and he saw those big doe eyes staring up at him, but all to quickly he looked away as she teased him. "Well you're one of the only people who puts up with my endless crap...You can always leave if you ever want to though, you shouldn't have to put up with me if you don't want to." He didn't want her to leave though and he tightened his hold on her, as if she'd leave now that he'd said she could. "I told you to just forget about it." He some how manged to get the words out before he was silenced by her lips pressed against his; he was sure his words had fallen on deaf ears.

Hungrily devouring her lips his hands slid down her hips and found the back of her thighs as he lifted her off the ground, walking forward as he slid her onto the counter top; forcing his way in between her legs. He was more than happy to put the last few minutes behind them and get back to whatever they considered normal, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed this. Hesitantly pulling his lips from hers they were soon teasing the sensitive skin of her neck; the moment their lips touched she'd set a fire in him and he was going to do the same.

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Bree felt her feel leaving the ground and instead of squirming she let him pick her right up and place her on top of the counter. She grinned against his lips as he weaseled his way to stand between her legs, and when he was comfortable she wrapped her legs around him so there was absolutely no space between their bodies. She kicked her heels off so she wouldn't hurt him as she held him close.

"I've wanted to do this since you got through the door," she whispered against his lips as she planted hers against his once more hungrily needing his sweet taste. Her tongue teased his bottom lip hastily hoping he'd get the point and deepen the kiss. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as she pressed her fingertips into his skin wanting to make sure this was all really happening.

She started to breath heavily as she knew she needed to calm down before she got way too hot and flustered, so as she finally broke the kiss she leaned back some laughing as she put her hand in some of the mashed potatoes that had dropped on the counter. "You know I missed one of the most important rooms on the tour earlier, so how about we finish it?" She let her feet drop to either side of him as she scooted to the very edge of the counter and squirmed her way down between him and the counter, his body moving to make as little space as she needed.

"The last stop on the tour happens to be the best, and would you like to know why it's the best?" She grinned as she took hold of his hand able to move faster now that she wasn't in those heels anymore. "It happens to be my bedroom, and do you know what is so great about my bedroom?" She grinned leading him up the stairs and into her room. "My room has the bed in it," she grinned knowing words were useless, so instead of talking anymore she pulled him in and sat on the bed pulling him down ontop of her. "Nice huh?"

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[darius jereme whitfield]

It seemed like some game to her, or rather that was the only way he could describe it as she seemed to retract her earlier statement by pulling away. Sighing in frustration Derek withdrew his hands from her body and was about to stepping away from her all together, not wanting any part of her game. But before he could she weaseled her way between him and the counter and had his hand seized in hers; leading him to who knows where because he wasn't really listening.

Getting dragged along he kept thinking how easy it was to pull his hand free of hers but taking notice of the fact they were headed upstairs had the gears moving in his head, and all at once it clicked what she was doing. Falling onto the bed with her his lips collided with hers for a brief second before he was once again up on his feet, "We could have stayed in the kitchen." He informed her as his fingers worked the tights of her legs, tossing them aside when he had them bunched up in one hand.

Climbing back on top of her his lips met hers once again, arching his body away from hers as his fingers unfastened the buttons of his vest before tugging it off and tossing it aside like the tights. They next went to work on the buttons on his shirt, but he withdrew his hands when her fingers took on the task. Finding their way under her his fingers pinched the zipper of her dress and tugged it down as he rolled the two of them so she was now on top of him.

Pulling her in closer he wasn't ready to give up the warmth of her lips against his, even for her to take off her dress. As she'd done earlier he teased her lower lip with his tongue, anxiously waiting to meet her tongue and explore her mouth once again. While his hands slide down her back and planted themselves on her butt, giving it a squeeze. The way things were headed he was sure this was a better than whatever dessert she'd cooked up; she was better.

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Bree laughed at his little remark, "you're seriously going to complain when I have you in my bed?" She shook her head disappointed in him watching him as he stood before her. She hadn't wanted him to stand so soon, but as she could feel her tights snaking their way down her legs she just laughed picking her butt up off the bed to help him.

When he climbed back ontop of her she let her legs fall to either side of him so he could be comfortable, and as he worked the buttons of his vest Bree tugged at his shirt to untuck it from his pants. When she felt the fabric finally become loose she let her fingers tease his stomach as they glided effortlessly across his skin. His slender frame seemed flawless under her fingertips, and she became antsy to see as well as touch.

He shouldn't have to undress himself, so as Bree caught his hand unfastening a button she nudged it away as her fingers popped the button from the slit of fabric holding it captive. She kept one hand free so she could explore that torso of his, and her other simply worked at the buttons until she was nearly done. She did help him out by arching her back as she could feel his hand sliding down her back freeing her from this dress.

She couldn't help herself as she giggled when he rolled them over so she was ontop, but welcomed the new position as she sat on his lap leaning her body over his as she let his shirt fall to either side of him (arms still in sleeves of course). Feeling his tongue prying at her bottom lip she smirked as she welcomed it into her mouth, her tongue dancing delicately against it as she felt this surge of electricity throughout her entire body. Feeling that squeeze had her letting out this inaudible moan as the touch had been nice.

"Come here," she nudged his shoulders up off of the bed sliding down off his lap some so she could pull his upperbody up to take his shirt off, she needed it off.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

Smiling against her lips he found it funny she was as eager if not more to rid him of his clothes as he was to rid her of hers; with how hastily she was working she might want it more, he just happened to have less to take off her then she did off him. Doing as instructed he dug his elbows into the bed to prop himself up before pushing himself up to sit up straight, with her help. Working with her he pulled his arms free of the shirt sleeves as she pulled the fabric off his body, leaning in closer to her Derek pressed his lips against the side of her neck; teasing the sensitive area with his lips and tongue.

Walking his fingers up her arm they found the loose strap that still clung to her shoulder, keeping him from enjoying what was hidden underneath. He couldn't have that and quickly slid both straps down her arms, pulling away from her to watch as the dress slid lower and lower with his help; prompting her to get off his lap and remove it the rest of the way as bunched up around her hips. "This is better than I remember." Derek's eyes hungrily swept over her smooth skin, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk as he hands joined in the search of her flawless body.

Not waiting for her he threw her down on the bed and followed her down laying on top of her again, sliding his hands down her sides they found the bunched up dressed and pushed it over her hips and down her legs. He was sure she could handle getting it off the rest of the way as he moved his lips over the parts of her body he hadn't had access to before, the more he tasted of her the harder it was getting to stop; he didn't want to stop though so he was alright with how addictive she was. Teasing her panty line he was ready to rid her of the last of her garments, even though he still had on more than she did it seemed fair; his lips dancing over her silky skin could work to his advantage and distract her.

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Bree had never expected it to go this direction, it was supposed to just be dinner, but as she felt her dress starting to topple down her body she knew this was all too real. His direction caused her to look at the bunched fabric at her hips, but she really did not want to budge an inch as she pouted looking down at him. "Do I really have to move so soon? I like it here, comfortable," she smirked squirming her hips around on him, "wouldn't you agree?"

She laughed at his comment, "maybe we should have done this earlier then. It's a shame you've already forgotten." She hadn't expected his move as she felt her back hit the bed. "Mm, that was unexpected." Bree thought she'd have to stand up, but as she felt his hands working her dress off of her she lifted her hips to make it easier for him. When they strayed from that fabric she slid her legs out of it the rest of the way kicking it to the ground. Bree would have said something but soon became distracted as his lips felt amazing across her skin.

When his lips trailed over her stomach though Bree let out the faintest of laughter as she nudged him to move, "damn, it's too ticklish right there." She laughed as she squirmed some trying to contain the rest of her laughter. When his hands found her panty line she became serious again, and her fingertips found themselves getting distracted trying to undo his pants since the material had felt so foreign to her legs. If she was practically naked he should be as well, its as simple as that.

"Next time you come over you're wearing sweatpants, none of these belts or buttons or anything, just sweatpants." She tried to remember if she'd ever seen him in those and couldn't, but it'd be so much easier when Bree just wanted to tear his clothes off and have her way with him. When she finally unfastened his pants she sighed heavy in relief, "about damn time!"

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[darius jereme whitfield]

Derek sat under her in silence, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile as he watched her squirm about on top of him. His tongue peeked out of his mouth, sliding along his lower lip. Her answer came in the form of him switching their places, smirking down at the girl pinned beneath him; his lips once again found hers for a small taste. "It's not that I forgot, I just might find what I thought I remembered isn't as good as seeing it once again. As touching it once again." He said before beginning his exploration of her body with his lips.

"To ticklish where?" He tried to sound as if he were unaware of what she was talking about, his index finger tracing wide circles around the spot. "Not right around here?" Brushing his lips over the exact spot he kept kissing the area to draw that laughter out of her, even if he wanted to get to business he couldn't help but play around with her first.

"They're still on." Derek informed her as he inspected her handy work, trying to diminish her victory of having unbuttoned his pants. Rolling his eyes he smirked as he had to climb off to sit on the edge of the bed. "If you want something done right..." With his feet hanging off the edge he bent over to untie his laces before kicking off his boots, tugging his socks off his feet next he felt her pressed up against his back and her kisses against the back of his neck. "You can't be impatient...you should've done a better job of getting off my clothes."

Ducking from under her kisses he climbed off the bed so he could get his pants off, pushing them down his legs he stepped out of them and climbed back on the bed with her. "See how easy that was?" Derek teased her, pulling her body closer to his until he wasn't sure if the heat of her body warmed him or if it was his own elevated temperature. Crashing his lips against hers there was an urgency.

[aubrey rose jenkins]

"Good answer," he could have really said anything and she would have found it a perfect answer, but hearing that she'd had a nice body of course made her happy. "Guess basketball does the body good," she chuckled feeling his lips trail across her skin, it quivering underneath his touch when he hit a ticklish area.

As he toyed with her she couldn't help but squirm drawing heavy laughter trying to keep herself quiet. "That's not fair, stop it!" Her voice was cracking as she was being tickled so she did not sound too menacing, not that she was trying to be. "We should probably just mark that spot off limits." She didn't mind it though, just damn was it ticklish.

She threw her head back against the pillow and took a calming breath as she watched him go to the edge of the bed to take his boots off. "Oh i'm pretty sure I could have done it right," she smirked, removing clothes had never been an issue with her no matter who's they were. "I can be anything I want to be, you'll still like me all the same."

She smirked as she watched him stand up, "I wish I had some music so you could give me a little strip tease, ooh la la," she smirked crawling towards the edge of the bed just to have him envelope her in his arms and pull her close. She grinned against his lips giving him a kiss as she pulled him back on the bed with her. "This is so much better," she mentioned as her hands crept down his sides feeling what was left of the clothing on his body.

"How about we stop wasting anymore time?" She pressed her body up against his pushing him off of her as she crawled ontop of him moving her fingertips behind her back to feel for her bra strap. "The anticipation is killing me," she smirked feeling almost devilish as she started to pop the hooks holding the bra in place. "So, tell me, do you deserve this?" She smirked.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

Derek couldn't agree with her more, though he hadn't a clue where she was going with this he now found himself underneath her; he wasn't going to complain though, the view was just a nice from down there. Realizing what her hand was doing behind her back his own slid around to meet hers, "I sincerely hope you didn't bring me up here just toy with me...that's not exactly the girl I pegged you for." He popped the last hook on her bra and smirked up at her, "Now are you going to just tease me or..."

Apparently they were on the same page as a little while later his body rolled away from her, trying to catching his breathing that was now labored. He'd needed that, it was a good way to work off all the frustration he'd felt a short while ago and now he felt rather calm and relaxed.

Getting even more comfortable he let his head fall back on the pillow and pushed it up against the head board, for the first time really seeing what was inside Aubrey's room. His eyes darted all around the room, except for at the brunette in bed next to him, as he took it all in.

He really didn't have a clue what to say to her, or if he should say anything at all. 'Hey doll thanks for sex.' just didn't seem right for some reason, though it'd probably be better than just laying next to her unsure of what to do next; just leaving didn't seem the best option. Finding his boxer briefs he slid them on before climbing out of the bed. "I need a drink." And a smoke, but he didn't have any cigarettes with him he remembered.

Derek made his way back down to the kitchen, finding a glass in the cabinet he'd seen her pull one out of earlier and brought it over tot he sink to fill it up. Watching the water level rise in the glass he couldn't shake the feeling that while he was glad that had just happened he was left uncertain of where they were, as lost as he had been before coming over.

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Wow. That was the one word she could use to describe what had just happened. Much better than she'd remembered from the night after her and Preston had gotten into their arguement. As she laid beside him she was left wondering what should happen or if she should say something to him or not. She glanced over out the corner of her eye and noticed him looking around her room, so as she lay her head on her pillow she let him take everything in that he wanted.

Hearing that he needed a drink she just nodded as she tucked the blankets over herself more when he got up after putting his boxer shorts back on. She didn't need to go out there just this minute so as she watched him leave the room she slowly looked up towards her ceiling. She heard the water turn on from out in the kitchen and she sighed running her fingers through her hair. She stood up wrapping the blankets around her as she walked over to get her something more comfortable to wear.

She found herself an old worn out jersey of hers from a couple of years ago that was all stretched out now and hung to her mid thigh. She threw on a pair of her boyshorts and walked out of the bedroom and down into the kitchen where she saw Derek there taking a drink. Bree found herself walking over beside him and bumping him with her hip, "so what're you thankful for this year?" She laughed as she got herself a cup and got a drink for herself as well.

"Are you alright?" Bree asked curiously brushing some hair out of her face as she looked him over, "you look tense." Bree put her glass on the counter and ran her hand over Derek's shoulder and down his back. She kissed his shoulder pulling herself closer to him. "I never thought i'd be spending the holiday with my boyfriend half naked," she smirked hoping he got the direct hint about what her answer had been earlier. She had a feeling that's what he'd been thinking about.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

Lost in his own thoughts he hadn't heard her come down the stairs, it'd only be that little hip check she'd given him that he was brought back to reality. Looking at her there was a flicker of a smile across his face but it was gone as fast it had started to come forth; watching her he could only shrug at her question. "Didn't know I was suppose to be thankful for something." Derek's eyes swept over what she now covering her body and couldn't hide the smile that came forth as he recalled what had just happened, "I may have something but won't say it out loud."

His brows knit together as he looked at her confusion, he'd thought he had hidden but if she was able to figure out something was bothering him he'd done a shitty job. And could only shrug his shoulder indifferently, hoping it would suffice with the short answer he planned to give. "I'm fine." It wasn't the complete truth but he couldn't find the words to express what he was feeling, and didn't even want to try; bringing the glass to his lips he was going to use it a way to avoid conversation if he had to.

But it was her actions that caught his attention, as they often did. His hazel eyes watched her hand until he could no longer see it and cut quickly to those big brown eyes; those eyes he was sure were mirroring what he held in his own eyes. Not really listening as well as he should have he couldn't but chuckle, "That's becau...wait what?" Her words registered all at once, but he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. "I thought I said we were just forgetting that?" Glaring at her playful he tried to scold her but couldn't hide the excitement from his eyes.

As he turned to face her his arms found their way around her slender frame, "My stubborn brown eyed girl." Pulling her in closer he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "How about round two superstar, halftimes over."

[aubrey rose jenkins]

Bree could tell how that single word made him happier than she'd seen him in a while. He tried to hide it though his eyes couldn't and all Bree did was laugh as he stumbled over his words. "We couldn't go forgetting it until you heard my answer could we? Now if you want to forget it that's all fine and dandy, but do know that the title stays, boyfriend," she smirked saying the word again just to see the rise she'd get out of Derek.

Bree kept that innocent look about her as he turned to face her, "i'm not stubborn. I just thought a question like that deserved a solid answer, and i'm smart and know that you should always test drive the vehicle before buying it." She smirked very proud of herself for a car reference around Derek. "Don't want to be stuck with something that couldn't ever get you to your destination would you?" A+ for sexual references as Bree smirked up at him letting a devilish side come out of her.

When her body collided with his she laughed at his response to this all. "You think you even got it in you?" She smirked as she looked around finding her sights dropping on the stairs. Too far, Bree would need to think closer, much closer. She stepped back until she found the counter and put her hands on it pulling herself up backwards so they were a little more level, her just above him some though, and when she was situated she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her legs wrapped around his hips not letting him free, not that she figured he'd go anywhere since he wanted this.

"I hope my boyfriends as good as you were," she smirked pulling her lips free from his running her fingers through his hair watching it slip through her fingertips. "Does this mean I can have you whenever I want? Because if that's the case you might as well never go home." She smirked, she'd keep him around as a sex slave.

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[darius jereme whitfield]

That playful scowl tightened his features together at the mention of the word boyfriend; he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the word and might have to nip that in the bud. "I don't think saying it is necessary...we do better without words remember." The corner of his lip turned up into a faint smile as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, just to tease her.

He was rather impressed with how she was able to make him sound like a car, something he might do himself when referring to women. His eyebrows shot up as he waited for tell him whether she'd be taking him off the lot or not, "I'm not suppose to just know your decision am I? Gotta tell me if you liked the ride." It was rather obvious but he couldn't help but play along with her; the devil in her eyes was something he had never seen before and he liked it.

"Oh don't insult me Aubrey." He didn't fight against her as she pulled him in closer when she was situated on the counter, and when his lips met hers he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. His hands sliding up her legs and finding their way up under her jersey to her sides.

"You know that word really shouldn't be added to your vocabulary." Chuckling under his breath he shook his head discreetly, his eyes locked onto her lips still wanting more of them. Watching them move as she spoke up again he bit down on his lip to stop from seizing them in another kiss. "It might mean something like that...I might agree to that if I do the cooking from now on." Derek teased her cooking skills, she hadn't been a bad cook but he'd prefer to do the cooking from now on.