Derrick chuckled at Evie's lips moving along his jawline. He ducked his head and had her lips in a kiss, holding her waist, careful not to move Jade too much. He didn't want to be clawed to death when Jade got angry. He bit her bottom lip, smiling, and ran his tongue over it before releasing her lip and kissing it again, smiling now.

Derrick let out a groan and pulled away. "Evie.. We can't.. That's..." He tried to control himself before he did something really stupid. He didn't know anything about the haven and didn't want anyone getting mad because they heard some creaks and sounds from across the hall. He sat up carefully, moving Jade to his lap, and leaned against the wall, clenching the sheets in his hands.

Derrick closed his eyes. "I just don't want it leading to.. what happened in the vision," he said, petting Jade on his lap. He tried not to think about it, and thought of everything that would make him shudder. Old men.. Old men in speedos.. Old men in speedos that were too tight.. Old men in really tight speedos dancing around... Nothing's working! He groaned in his mind, shaking his head to get rid of everything.

Derrick caught her arm and pulled her back. "No, Evie.. I just was trying to get the earlier events out of my mind by trying to disgust myself. I didn't want any complains tomorrow morning about any creaks and sounds, if you know what I mean." He half-smiled, wanting her to stay and sleep with him. Come on, Loverboy. NOT LIKE THAT, NOEY!

Derrick smiled and got up, moving Jade and getting a blanket for her, spreading it on the floor before he laid her down. He pulled his shirt off and rummaged around his bags, searching for a shirt and some pajamas as well. He found them and threw them on the bed, scratching his head and stretching. He then took his tank top off, and put it in a hamper for dirty clothes. He took off his socks and then undid his belt and his pants, and yawned. He went into the bathroom and went, then walked back into his room, unsure of what he was doing. Your pants? Right. He pulled them off, putting them with his other clothes, and threw his necklace on the nightstand, pulling his pajama bottoms on and tying them.

Derrick jumped and smiled. "Hello indeed. Now if you don't mind, I'll be retying my pants now." He moved her hands and tied his pajamas back up. "Could you hand me my shirt? It has 'Monterey' on it. It should be on the bed," he said, shaking his feet out of his pajama bottoms, not wanting them to get caught.

Derrick watched his girlfriend move across the room to the bed, her lower stomach and hips slightly showing. He almost didn't catch his shirt when she threw it at him, he was too busy watching her... Derrick pulled his shirt on and moved over to the bed, laying beside Evie and kissed her forehead, pulling the covers over them, giving the covers mostly to her. "Go to sleep." He moved closer, holding her and moved the pillows, flicking the switch by his bed to turn the lamp off.

Derrick blushed. "Then.. then you'll have to find.. a way to help you get to sleep," Derrick stammered, his blush deepening. Ah, hell.. I have a feeling the next thing she's going to do is gonna turn me on...

Damnit... Derrick made a sound, almost inaudible, and grabbed Evie's waist, pulling them closer together. He let his hands travel, and his lips moved down to kiss on her collarbone and bite, leaving a nice red mark. He licked the spot where he'd bitten her moments before, and rolled them over so she was laying on top of him. He kissed her again, chewing on her bottom lip and squishing her body to his. I'll be going now... Actually, I think I'll stay and tell everyone later. Derrick was too caught up with Evie to even care about Noelani's teasing. She could have taken pictures if she'd wanted, but she certainly wasn't going to gain control any time soon.

[[*Cough* Maybe we should say something along the lines of "The rest of the night was a blur" you know.. *cough*]]

[[ahah alright then.

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[[MAGICAL TIME SPEED UP~MORNING! :D]]

Derrick rolled over with a groan. His neck really hurt. He wondered if he'd had a crick in his neck and had slept the wrong way. He felt the covers on his skin and thought that maybe he'd taken his shirt off when he felt it against his leg. He opened his eyes and gasped loudly, seeing Evie. He sat up and looked around the room, mouth hanging open.

There was a dent in the wall from the bed frame, one pillow was ripped down the middle but not quite all the way through, another pillow had made its way to below the window and the blinds were dented and he had assumed someone had thrown the pillow - him, and Evie and he had no clothes on, in bed, together. That meant one thing. Let's hope she's not.. p-p.. pregnant. He gulped and looked at Evie. She had hickeys and a bite mark on her collarbone and neck, and she was cuddling up to him at the moment. He shook her gently. "Evie... Wake up, babe.." He found her clothes and threw them on the bed before putting his pajamas on, not knowing where his boxers were, and shook Evie again. You're in deep shit if the girl is pregnant. I know, and.. I don't know. I thought you would notice that I used one of your terms, 'deep shit.' But I guess you didn't. Shut up, Noey. He growled at her, focusing on his room.

Derrick shook her a little more roughly. "No, Evie, up NOW. You need to put your clothes on and take a.. pr-pregnancy test," He gulped. PLEASE, God.. Please... Derrick leaned back against the wall. How could he have been so stupid? He rubbed at his eyes and pulled Evie up next to him, covering her with the covers. "Evieeee~!"

Derrick sighed and rubbed his temples and shut himself up. Now he'd made Evie mad. He got up and picked the pillow up from across the room and fixed the blinds. He grabbed the smaller square pillow that was ripped and fished around his bags for his sewing kit. He found a matching thread and sewed the pillow shut, good as new. He'd have to find a better way to channel his.. emotions.. than to go ripping up pillows every time.

He threw the pillow back on the bed near Evie and found some clothes to wear - a brown button-up shirt with beige pants - and grabbed another tanktop and his towel, heading towards the bathroom. "I'll be in the shower," he said over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom, turning the water on and undressing, getting into the shower. He noticed the tattoo he had on his upper right arm, right below his shoulder on his upper bicep and scratched at it. He'd gotten it as a show of his love for music - it was a music chart, two lines, one for the treble clef and one for the bass clef, and there were the notes to one of his favorite songs for guitar on the lines all the way around his arm. He wondered if Evie had noticed it before.