[ even if derek's drunk, getting into bed with tyke is old habit by now. his body knows what to do, just how to curl around her, how to drape his arm heavily across her waist. the nagging sense that he shouldn't be doing this is buried beneath the sensation of warmth, of how good it was to lean into tyke and push his face in against her throat.
there's maybe a split second of restless shifting before derek is fast asleep. good work, everyone. mission accomplished. ]
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there's maybe a split second of restless shifting before derek is fast asleep. good work, everyone. mission accomplished. ]