light_of_the_world | She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree...

She was floating.

She should have taken Noah's warning more to heart. She should have left that party the second he said to. But curiosity, as always, got the best of her. Now, in addition to being a demon, she was a fool who ignored the omens of the dead.

Hild would have been troubled by this if she could feel troubled. If she could feel regret. Or guilt. She felt only at peace now, happy, pleased, content. She felt as though all her worries and troubles had lifted. No, Hild had been lifted up, on a cloud, leaving every heavy feeling, thought, emotion on the distant ground. They were still there, she knew that, just as she knew that she should find her way back to her own bed sometime before the sun rose. But they were distant and hard to reckon, just as her bed was.

She left the party humming to herself, vainly searching her mind for some song that was all happy, that didn't have a speck of death or war or sorrow in it. The ground wobbled slightly beneath her feet, so she gave up on trying to walk a straight line back to the city, instead spread her arms and weaved her way like a bird, turned this way and that by the wind currents, but roughly heading in the right direction of the sidewalk.

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Derek laughs a little, and it turns into a warm smile as she kisses his palm. He curls his hand around her hip and squeezes a little, watching her closely. "You took something, obviously. I just want to be sure that you don't want me right now because of that."

He leans back against the sofa, relaxing into the cushions as he gives her a fond, teasing smile. "I'm just trying to make sure I shouldn't go put you to bed."

The squeeze made her blink and look up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown. It took her a second to process his words, but they made her giggle.

"Yes, a.. a little pill makes me want you," she said, deeply amused by the thought. "Not your eyes. Or your lips. Your body. Your cock." Her hands moved slow down his chest, feeling the lines of muscles under his shirt. "Not you, dear Derek, hard and soft, strong and kind."

She wrinkled her nose, dismissing the thought with a dramatic shake of her head. "Just pills."

Derek watches her as she speaks, huffing in amusement at her words. Her hands feel good against his body and he arches up into it. She's on something, sure, but her mind seems clear enough.

Or maybe not, since she seems to think so highly of him. He isn't sure what he's done to deserve such praise, but it makes him feel good, warm all over, and he slides his hand up into her long, soft hair.

"Okay, okay," he says with a laugh, pulling her in closer. "I just wanted to be sure."

She tilted her head into his touch with a pleased little moan and let him pull her closer. The strength of his arms made her feel warm, secure, safe, agreeable to anything. Looping her arms around his neck, she melted against his body.

"I love you," Hild murmured against his neck. "You mean much to me."

Derek is just about to pull her in for a kiss when she speaks, and the words sort of make him freeze. He hasn't heard those words from anyone in quite some time. He knows that she doesn't mean that she's in love with him, even though she's sitting in his lap and kissing his neck. She says it simply because she means it, because he's important.

It means so much to him and he swallows hard, wishing he could say it back. The words don't come easily to him, and the last person he said them to was his sister before she left for California, before she died.

"You're important to me too," Derek tells her, voice full of emotion as he pulls her closer. He needed to hear that, so much, and he pulls her in to give her a soft, lingering kiss.

She could feel his pause: the way his body stilled just before moving, the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. The heaviness in his voice, too, told her things, but her mind was a muddle. The pieces were there, but she could not put the puzzle together to create the bigger picture, and she had no desire to. Hild had little desire in that moment beyond the circle of Derek's arms.

Humming into the kiss, Hild drew her fingers lightly along the line of his jaw, the rough rub of stubble on her fingertips. "Beautiful Derek," she murmured against his lips. "Stay with me tonight."

"I'll stay with you," Derek says, completely swept up in her and the soft, reverent touch of her hands. She touched him like he was something precious, and Derek arches up into it, sliding his hands around her narrow waist and up her back. He kisses up the pale column of her throat, the point of her chin, the softness of her lips.

"What did you have in mind?" Derek asks, smiling against her lips as he moves her hair away from her shoulder. He tugs her shirt aside to press a kiss to the soft skin there, pulling her even closer to him.

Hild felt as though she were floating, adrift on a sea of warm feelings, physical and emotional. His lips felt blissfully soft against her skin, matched by the rough brush of his beard, threatening to tickle the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"Nothing," she laughed, deep in her throat. Her mind was a peaceful blank. She moved forward, obeying his pull. Her hips ground down against him, unconsciously, naturally.

"Anything. Whatever you wish."

Derek groans as she rocks against him, cock stiffening up in his jeans at the pressure. He slides his hands up the inside of her shirt, along her soft skin and up under her bra, thumbing lightly at her nipples as he looks up at her.

"Looks like you're already feeling pretty good," he says with a lazy grin, unable to help teasing her. "Are you sure you even need me?"

Even in her state, Hild could recognize a tease for what it was. She grinned and bit at her bottom lip to keep from moaning too much at the brush of pressure against her nipples. He could tease her, then she would not let him know his effect on her so quickly. At least, that was her thought.

"Maybe not," she said, but that answer was lost in a chuckle. Laughing at herself, for thinking she could be that strong at that moment. Hild bent her head, pressing a kiss to his mouth, teeth pulling gently at his bottom lip. "No, I need you," she murmured, hot breath shared between their mouths. "Badly."

She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree...

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