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she felt his hand creep down her back, lower then what was proper — and she knew it was on purpose. odette raised an eyebrow at him, thinking otherwise. she had seen him bothered, but perhaps not in this moment. " i don't know, that photo the other night really seemed to set you off . . . i think you were bothered then. " she taunted, lips curled into a smirk as she continued to follow his lead — the song beginning to end.

the princess softly gasped as he whispered words so quietly near her ear, his breath on her skin sending shivers down her spine once again. it was almost infuriating to her, how she could seldom hide the way her body reacted to his touch, the way it so clearly enjoyed it.

the song ended, and odette's crystalline gaze narrowed at him, clearly calculating her next move, her next words. but that was foolish, because the blonde knew what she wanted — she smirked at him again, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she leaned forward to whisper against his lips without touching them. " oops, guess you'll have to stop playing my game now . . . "

Derek’s jaw clenched — not from anger, but from the sheer force it took to not react the way his body was screaming to. Of course she was teasing him. Of course she knew exactly what she was doing. Every sly look, every flicker of her smile, every breathy sound that passed those pink lips — all of it calculated, and yet somehow still infuriatingly genuine. He held her tighter for just a moment, pulling her flush against him, not enough to be improper… but enough to remind her who had her now.

“Yeah?” he said lowly, voice rough with restrained want. “You think this is me bothered?” His hand skimmed just slightly lower on her back as they moved, deceptively smooth, still in time with the music, but intimate in a way her other partner had never dared to be. “You haven’t seen me bothered yet.”

And he was hot — not just from the dancing, but from the way she looked at him like she could burn holes through him and smile sweetly after. She didn’t want to be in that other man’s arms — Derek had known that from the moment her eyes found his across the room. He knew her too well. Knew what she liked. Knew how to pull her in without even trying. His smirk deepened as her teasing finally cracked into truth.

“Careful, Odette,” he murmured near her ear, letting the syllables drag just slightly, “you keep looking at me like that, and I might stop playing this little game.” He didn’t say what he’d do instead — but the spark in his eyes made it very, very clear.

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the way he buried his face into the crook of her neck, feeling him moan against her flushed skin — it was intoxicating. odette felt like she had been waiting forever for this moment, for the chance to be with him and love him the way she knew she always had, even when she walked away those two years ago. how she so regretted that now.

as he kept a steady pace, pressing her body between his warmth and the cold marble pillar as he begun to thrust into her over and over again — sensations were going through her that she'd never felt before, that she never wanted to let go of. a cry of pleasure escaped the blonde before falling into soft whimpers of his name as her walls tightened, her body inching closer and closer to something she could seldom describe.

" oh, derek, " the blonde gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly and groaning when the action caused him to go deeper inside her, " you feel . . . amazing, gods, so amazing, "

odette's words only serve as encouragement, her moans like a serenade to their impromptu coupling. Derek felt his throat vibrate with a groan in response, feeling odette pressed against him in a way that was new, and welcomed. his hands kept her steady, leaving subtle traces of this night imprinted on her skin for a few days.

derek nuzzled his face into the crook where her neck met her shoulder, the words pulling another rough moan from his lips. he'd always been hers, even when they fought as kids, when he thought he wanted nothing to do with her. he'd always check over his shoulder, always watching with just a little too much care to be indifferent. even the summer the fort came crashing down, each with a broken limb.

now, all he wanted was to be forthcoming with his need to protect her. for odette to know he'd cherish her for as long as he'd live. derek released his left hand to brace on the marble, keeping her pinned between his body and the pillar. his hips kept a steady pace, to keep himself in check. he needed her to enjoy this, needed to give odette something that was tangible, that was real. he was real, his love for her was real. "odette—" his voice faltered, raw at the edge when he feels her walls clench around him.

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it would have been impossible for odette to miss it, the quickened way he spun her — the possessive tone of their pace. it made the blonde grin, pleased she was getting this reaction out of him. pleased to feel him growing frustrated. " so what if i did? " odette murmured, lying through her teeth. she didn't enjoy the way her dance partner touched her, not in the slightest — not in the way she enjoyed derek's hands on her.

as her body returned to his, she couldn't help how her pink lips parted with a soft, unwilling groan; feeling the heat of him so close. " oh, and you know me so well? " she asked, a shiver going up her spine as he called her out — oh, how correct he was. he did know her well. odette didn't give a damn if her partner thought about her, but she sure cared far too much to be the very thing that plagued derek's mind. day and night, she wanted to be what he thought about.

for a moment, in their close stillness, odette found herself only thinking about how good he felt — his body pressed so close to hers, both of them warm from the dance and the attraction that always seemed to be there, most certainly on her end. she stared at him, that smirk on his face driving her crazy all the while frustrating her. " no, " she admitted honestly, before her own lips shifted into a smirk. " you're fun to tease, you get all bothered . . . all hot. "

Derek’s jaw tightened, his grip on her waist firming just slightly—just enough for her to notice, for her to feel it. He kept up with the dance, his steps as precise as ever, but something in his expression darkened, sharpened with something unmistakable. “Oh?” His voice was low, smooth, but there was an edge to it now, barely concealed beneath the playful mask he wore. “And did you enjoy it? Having his hands on you like that?” He spun her then, a bit quicker than necessary, making sure she felt the shift in him—the way something possessive coiled in his chest at the mere thought of another man holding her like this. Of someone else pulling her close, making her breath hitch the way he did.

As she returned to him, their bodies aligning once more, he didn’t give her the chance to step away again. His hand slid higher up her back, pressing her in just enough that she could feel the heat of him through the fabric of their clothes. “Because I don’t think he knows you like I do,” he murmured, voice just a breath against her ear. “I don’t think you care if he thinks about you”

Derek pulled back just slightly, watching her, waiting for her next move, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. “But tell me, odette,” he added, his smirk sharp despite the tension in his grip, “did you tease him like this, too?”

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odette stayed as focused as she could, but even she was victim to her feelings — and his hands on her waist, while she never once lost focus on the dance, caused her breath to catch in her throat. it felt more familiar then ever to have his hands on her body; and how that both infuriated and enticed odette. the princess kept dancing, each step more graceful then the last, her blonde waves slightly bouncing with each movement.

when she was pulled in close to him, his warm breath on her ear sent a shiver down her spine — oh, how he was so distracting — but she scoffed, pulling away into the next step before coming closer yet again, " how could i be projecting? have you had someone else's hands on you? " she questioned. she would be jealous if that was the case, but they were talking about her and her dance partner, and odette decided to continue teasing him. " he's had his hands on my shoulders . . on my waist . . . " the princess continued to dance, growing silent for a moment as she focused on a more difficult part of the song, " . . . my body pressed against his, " she added when she had a moment.

She danced.

And gods, it left him dazed.

The moment the music started, she was somewhere else, someone else. The teasing, sharp-edged princess was gone, and in her place was something almost untouchable—something that made his throat tighten and his pulse slow, like watching the sun crest over a still lake. Odette moved like water, fluid and effortless, every motion carrying a grace that felt unfair, almost, that she could wield such beauty so easily.All he could think about was her—the curve of her waist, the way her arms lifted with a natural elegance, the way she seemed to glow under the soft studio lights.

Derek recognized the shift in the music, knew exactly when to move. And when he did, it was without hesitation. He stepped in with perfect precision, hands finding her waist like they belonged there, steady and sure. Odette didn’t even flinch, didn’t break rhythm—just let him guide her into the next movement, as if they had done this a thousand times before.

He swallowed, his grip firm but gentle, his voice softer than before. “Jealous?” He murmured against the shell of her ear, his fingers pressing just slightly, just enough to remind her he was there. “I think you’re projecting, Princess.”

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she thought he would move them to her bed — but clearly, she had been wrong. he was more impatient then she. this made the princess laugh softly, only for her sweet laugh to turn into a pleasured moan when his mouth found her breast and he sunk into her. “ fuck, finally, “ odette gasped out, throwing her head back as she took in the feeling of him, finally inside her. she had dreams like this. she had taunted him then went back to her room to fantasize about him countless times before and now it was reality — and it was so much better then she imagined.

the princess shifted her hips, arching her back to take him in deeper, fully, unable to subside the need she had for him now that they were here. “ derek, “ a manicured hand came to tangle in his dark hair, slightly tugging as she enjoyed the way his warm mouth felt on her breast, her nipple hard and sensitive from all their taunts. odette didn’t listen to him, she couldn’t have any patience, not now. without any hesitation, the beauty began to move her hips herself — an unrelenting moan passing her lips each time she felt him buried in her.

Derek needed little encouragement after that answer. He dropped his mouth back to her neck, his lips grazing her skin with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her breath hitched at the contact. His hands tightened on her waist, drawing her closer, molding her against him as if the space between them was unbearable. He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below her jaw, feeling the way her pulse fluttered beneath his lips. "Patience" Although he had every intention in not having any himself...it was still fun to scold her every now and again.

Derek shifted to brace himself on one arm, Odette was right. He couldn't make it to her bed, not when she'd rolled her hims into him again. His free hand shifted, fisting himself for a few strokes before he groaned, brushing the tip of himself against her entrance. Wet, Odette was so deliciously wet and his head was swimming. His head dropped to her chest, pressing her left breast into his mouth. Derek barely restrained himself, his body racing ahead of his thoughts. His hips sunk into her, and for a brief moment; Derek's world narrowed in on that feeling of her around him.

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a shiver went down her spine when he murmured against her ear, his warm breath on her skin making her wish he was focused less on his thoughts and more on her. it worked out in her favorite, though, as his words were what she hoped he would say — because she didn’t want to wait either. they had toyed with and taunted each other enough; odette wanted him, and she was tired of dancing around her desires like it was a secret. it certainly wasn’t in this moment

“ so don’t, “ the princess breathed out, her cheeks flushed from how warm she was feeling. “ i don’t want you to wait, “ it felt vulnerable, in some way, to be so honest and direct with him. perhaps because she almost never was. as he mentioned her bed, the beauty laughed — “ you wanna have the princess in her own bed, huh? “ odette smirked, rolling her hips into him again and feeling how ready he was to have her, “ — but you better hurry before i decide it’s happening right here, “ she taunted with a groan, but there was a twinge of truth to her words — odette was moments away from taking control again.

she was glad to hear he was as desperate for her as she was for him, that the need for each other was mutual.

Derek’s breath was unsteady, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in her hair as if anchoring himself—to her. His lips hovered just above her skin, the warmth of his breath fanning over her throat, and yet he didn’t move, didn’t kiss, didn’t tease. Not yet. He was drowning in her, in the way she looked at him, soft and unguarded, as if he was something more than just a moment of pleasure. As if he was something to be cherished. And that realization—that he could mean more to her, that maybe he already did—unraveled him in ways he hadn’t expected. When had this become more than just sex between them? That this wasn't just frustration but something else? Derek struggled, realizing these were all thoughts that sober him could deal with in the morning.

His voice came quiet, rough, laced with something unsteady and desperate. “Odette…” he murmured, his lips brushing just beneath her ear, strained. “What if I can’t wait?” The question trembled between them, heavy with meaning. His hands slid down her sides, reverent, searching. “What if I don’t want to?” Because this—whatever this was between them—was more than just stolen glances and playful taunts. More than a game of teasing touches and half-whispered promises. It was something real, something terrifying, something he wasn’t sure he could hold off from any longer.

He wanted every piece of her that she'd share, that she'd give him. Derek groaned as she rolled her hips, realizing he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to deliver on that promise. He felt achingly hard in his boxers, to the point where it felt almost painful for her to brush against him. Derek glanced at the small chaise, again hesitating before turning his gaze back to her. "What if I want to do this in your bed?"

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she laughed at his comment about not dropping her — odette had not taken so much offense to the ordeal. it seemed derek, however, had. “ you act all tough, but i’m sure you could drop me if you had to do it multiple times a day, every day. “ the princess mused. she didn’t consider it her partner’s fault, even if it was to a degree. “ — or, are you just jealous his hands were all over me last week? “ odette asked with a cheeky grin, before rolling her eyes at his comment about the music.

“ jeez, in such a rush. “ she mumbled, walking over to the speaker system and going through the tracks until finding the right one — and from there, odette resigned herself to being in another world. she took in a deep, slow breath. her chest slowly rising and falling. eyes shut, the princess focused on listening to the music and not on how irritating the man watching her was. how frustrated he made her.

Attempting to maintain some semblance of their usual relationship seemed to only fuel what had happened between them last week. Every taunt, every tease, now felt as if it had an added layer. Derek frowned as she smirked, knowing she was entirely right. He had said those things, although she had said equally damning things back to him. Derek felt his chest expand with air as she drew in close, and his head tilted towards her. Always accommodating, and if she just raised herself on those tiny blue pointe shoes. . .He'd claim her lips again.

Shifting his hands to her hips, Derek arched a brow down towards her. "I can handle that, and more" Derek offered a completely inappropriate smirk, but his index finger tapped at her side. "And I won't drop you" He muttered, still not completely over the fumble from the week previously. Although he wouldn't voice it, Derek had been worried she'd bruise, the only saving grace was that her partner had taken the brunt of that fall. "Go on, start the music" He wasn't as well trained as Odette, but Derek had some basic knowledge of dance; and at least knew this one. Odette practiced nearly every day, and he watched....And rarely took his eyes off of her.

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the weight of his head on her shoulder, his grip digging into her, how could this not be real? how could such bliss ever be in their dreams? not even odette’s most wonderful dream felt as amazing as this. ” real, real, it’s so very real, “ the beauty breathed out as he asked her, willing to tell him anything he wanted to hear in that moment, she opened her mouth to say the words again just as he thrusted into her again — the beauty could only groan at the sensation. “ and yours, all yours, “ it took everything in her to whimper what he wanted to hear, but she would do it. all he had to do was ask her and she would oblige any request. “ yours to love, yours to have — my body, my heart, everything . . “ the beauty’s fingers tightened on his arms as he kissed her neck.

“ derek, “ odette moaned his name, uncaring what forest creature or spirit heard her. let them, it was no secret she loved her prince. “ derek, i love you, i love you, “ the princess felt like she couldn’t tell him enough. it would never be enough, just like she could never have enough of him. time had been stolen from them, for years, and she was determined to make the most of what little did they had in this moment. “ please, oh please . . . more, “ the plead came on a breathy gasp, as his rocked his hips again, “ please, derek! “

Derek’s breath shuddered as he held her close, feeling her warmth, the way her body molded to his as if she had always belonged there. His grip on her hips tightened, not to restrain, but to anchor himself, to remind him that this was real—that she was real. As her words reached him, as she swore herself to him with such devotion, it nearly undid him. His forehead dropped to hers shoulder, his breath hard and his hands—gods, his hands couldn’t decide if they wanted to pull her closer or simply hold her there, reverent and unmoving, to savor the stolen moment before the world could take it away. "Tell me this is real" He breathed, lifting her slightly of of him before he sank himself back into her, "Tell me your mine" Again, he wanted to hear it again. His hips rolled into hers again, tearing a groan from his lips.

"I love you" He pressed a kiss into her neck, wishing more than anything to leave a mark there. "I am yours, Odette. My heart is yours" Derek tightened his grip, wondering if it was too much for her. It didn't feel like it. Odette felt warm, and wet, and perfect. His breathing felt ragged, restraining himself from moving too quickly, attempting to keep at a leisurely pace until she begged for more. "You—" His voice caught when he angled a particular way, momentarily knocking his thoughts from his head. "Are so amazing"

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" i listened last week? " the princess repeated with a a scoff and a roll of her eyes, " i recall you begging and stating you’re at my command. " she said as she watched him with a steely gaze and a smirk — only faltering when he turned her around to face the mirrors, able to watch as his hands brushed along her hips and his lips so torturously not touching her throat. odette’s lips parted and her breath hitched. oh, how she was quickly finding herself thinking the worst of things about him — it irritated her. he was doing it on purpose. riling her up, getting her hot and bothered. as he asked her what seemed to be a genuine question, the beauty glared at him. she knew her body betrayed her when it came to her attraction to him and here he was acting like everything was normal. odette would seldom admit that this dancing around each other, this taunting and toying was their new normal. “ the lift in act three. “ she answered, raising an eyebrow as she drew in close to him. “ if you think you can handle that. “

Derek let out a soft, amused scoff, his eyes glinting as he watched her. "Last week you listened" But gods, did she make it impossible to think straight when she did things like that—undoing her hair just because she knew he was looking, knowing exactly what that did to him. It was infuriating. It was Odette. He stepped closer, just enough to make her tilt her head to meet his gaze. "I can do instead," he mused, voice dropping slightly. "And here I thought you'd at least buy me dinner before making demands." His smirk deepened as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her wrist before closing around her hand.

Derek twisted Odette to face the mirror, hiding the smirk before his chin met her shoulder as he looked at them in the mirror; ensuring he made eye contact with her. "I thought you liked dancing with me" He muttered cheekily, his hands brushing from her waist to her hips. Derek hovered his lips near her throat, before pulling back to shift more to one side. "Come on, what lift do you need to practice?" While he would enjoy taunting her the rest of the time, Derek knew one thing about Odette. She did love this life, she took it seriously; and while they could verbally banter for the rest of the time— it would be awful of him to make her miss out on practicing.

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he was learning what drove the princess crazy quickly — his hands tugged on her golden locks again, enticing a sweet groan from her lips. what really got to odette was his warm lips on her neck, placing a tauntingly slow kiss after kiss on her porcelain skin. her breath hitched as she almost let her eyes shut and just drink in the pleasure he was giving her but his taunting words kept her from giving in completely. the princess laughed, delighted at the idea. “ i better not sleep, or you’re doing a poor job. “ her retort came with another giggle as she laid beneath him, watching his gaze wash over her.

she was quiet as he took her body in, lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. his fingers tracing her shape and her muscles. suddenly, this was different. his touch was slow and revering, his voice that of someone who was looking upon their favorite painting for the first time. odette’s gaze soften. to be seen like this, touched like this — it was more then lust. he truly found her beautiful, in ways odette did not find in herself. odette found herself lost in him for just a moment, in the idea that she was some . . . ethereal being — before his hips slowly rolled into her and she let out a loud groan. sharply was she pulled back in the reality of the situation.

“ fuck, derek, “ the princess whined, wondering if it appeared too eager to go right into it. didn’t he already know how badly she wanted him? “ yes, gods, use your mouth. “ though, she couldn’t help how her actions did not mirror her words as she rolled her hips, craving more of the feel of him.

Derek let out a low groan, his resolve unraveling with every teasing word that left her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing to him—had always known how to drive him to the edge. And gods, did he enjoy it love her for it. The warmth of her bare skin against his made his head spin, and when she nipped at his bottom lip, he swore he lost all sense of reason.

A wicked smirk crossed his lips as he reached up, tangling his fingers in her golden hair, tilting her head back just enough to expose the delicate column of her throat. He pressed his lips there, slow and deliberate, feeling the way her pulse quickened beneath his touch. "I hope you had no plans of sleeping tonight" he murmured, his voice thick with desire, each word laced with the promise of everything she wanted—and more.

Derek’s gaze roamed over her, drinking her in as if he were committing every detail to memory. She was breathtaking—delicate yet strong, a masterpiece of grace and power. The years of ballet had sculpted her into something ethereal, every muscle honed with precision, her limbs long and elegant, yet there was an undeniable strength beneath it all. She was not just a princess; she was a force, a woman built from discipline and fire, with a body that told the story of both. His fingers traced the toned lines of her arms, the curve of her waist, the defined muscles of her legs that had carried her through endless rehearsals and performances, shaping her into something otherworldly. But it wasn’t just her beauty that held him captive—it was the way she moved, the confidence she carried in every breath, the way she could be both graceful and untamed all at once. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, voice hushed with reverence, his touch following the words like a prayer. He shouldn't do this. They shouldn't' do this. But Odette is beneath him, and wet, and wanting him and Derek can't possibly see how he could untangle himself from her.

Pulling back just a fraction, Derek tugged at the waistband of his pants. He kept his boxers on, but at least it was one less layer between them. Pressing back to Odette, Derek flicked a smirk down at her as his lips found her throat again. And then, with a slow, teasing roll of his hips, he made sure she knew exactly how good he was going to make her feel. "Tell me Odette, do you want my mouth first or—"

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the blonde gave him complete control, a soft gasp passing her lips as he picked her up and pressed her against the cold marble; pinning her between him and the stone. her hands came to grasp his arms with a tight grip, holding onto him as if letting go would be her biggest mistake.

she knew his words rang true, and that they were truer then anything else in this world. odette trusted derek with absolutely everything she was. the princess knew he would take care of her, that he would never let her fall and most importantly — odette knew he would save her. she would not be swan lake forever, not so long as he lived.

her breath hitched as his grip tightened on her hips — then again as he sunk into her. it was a sudden feeling, despite how gentle he was with her. a blissful moan passing her lips as she closed her eyes to take in the feeling of him, the way he felt inside her and how his fingers continued to dig into her hips. the princess whimpered, her fingers digging into his arms. “ gods, derek . . . “ the beauty breathed out his name, “ i’m yours, all yours, “ the words were said in between soft sighs, “ i-i always have been, “ and she always would be. odette would swear it. nothing could change that now.

Derek didn’t hesitate. His hands returned, strong and sure as they curled around her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. He pressed her back against the nearest marbled column, his body caging hers in. He adjusted his grip, fingers digging into the plush of her thighs as he positioned her just where he wanted—just where they both needed.

“Tell me if it hurts” he murmured, the words reverent, as if she might slip through his fingers if he didn’t say them aloud. His lips found the delicate skin of her throat, his breath hot against her pulse. “I’ve got you, Odette. Always.”

And as he settled between her legs, his grip tightening just enough to remind her that there was nowhere else she needed to be—no place safer, no place more right—he whispered against her skin, voice raw with emotion and hunger alike, “Let me take care of you.”

In that moment, as he finally sank into her, Derek felt everything else slip away—every doubt, every hesitation, every thought that wasn’t Odette. A ragged groan tore from his throat, his forehead dropping to chest as he tried to catch his breath, tried to hold onto the last shreds of control he had left. She was warmth and silk, a perfect fit around him, and the way she sounded?—soft and breathless—made his entire body tense with the effort of not losing himself completely. His fingers gripped her hips like he needed to anchor himself, to remind himself that this was real, that she was real. That after all the wanting, all the waiting, he finally had her. And gods, he never wanted to let her go.

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" insufferable? my, that's awfully extreme. i don’t think you thought that last week, “ the princess said with a smirk. she was sure on some note, his words rang true. odette had begun to back away from him, to go back to her dance and leave him with those thoughts — when he grabbed a hold of her; easily lifting her up into the duet’s famed lift. odette squealed out of shock for only a moment before she tensed her muscles and focused on holding her core the way she should in this lift; but her expression was one of frustration and displeasure. the way he had pulled her in and lifted her so effortlessly was more of a turn on then she would dare to admit. his words whispered against her skin only made it worse, she felt herself grow hot and bothered — and oh, she fought the urge to push back at him, to say she wanted to find out. because, she did. as he put her down, odette stood on pointe — glaring at him. “ i suppose he’s sick, “ she answered dryly, reaching up to undo her blonde tresses from the updo they were in — only because she knew he was looking. odette lowered from on pointe, throwing her head back and shaking her locks loose. “ and his stand in isn’t in town yet. “ a sigh passed her lips. frustrating as it was, the role of cinderella was one she had played before. she knew it well, her only gripe was dancing the duet with a different partner changed things, she wanted to get an understanding from him and the sooner the better. crystalline gaze turned to derek, looking him over one, twice, then thrice.

“ i suppose you can do instead. “

Derek exhaled sharply, more out of disbelief than anything else. She was relentless. Every day, every hour he spent in her presence was a test of his restraint, a challenge she delighted in throwing at him. Especially since the drunken night they'd spent together. It felt as if Odette had made it a personal mission to try and get another rise out of him. His jacket felt too warm, suffocating, as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to reason. So, with a slow, deliberate motion, he shrugged it off, letting it slide down his arms before tossing it onto the nearest bench. “You are insufferable,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward despite himself. Maybe he had been thinking one or two inappropriate thoughts. It was hard not to let his mind drift when she looked like that.

His hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach for her, to remind her exactly where her lips had been and where he wanted them again.

And then, just as she moved—perhaps to step back, to prolong the game—his arm snaked around her waist, his grip firm as he lifted her effortlessly. Derek smirked as he held her in place, suspended in the air as if she weighed nothing at all.

“You should be more careful,” he murmured, voice low as he leaned in, lips barely brushing the shell of her ear. “Taunting me like this… you might not like what happens when I decide I’m done playing.” He set her down, carefully back onto those blue point shoes. "Why isn't your partner for the duet here today?"

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"Your lips are too close to mine for me to think straight." / @wickedpeachie

" are they? " the beauty mused innocently. she had been in the dance studio, practicing, as he stood in the corner. always watching her. it used to unnerve odette. then it annoyed odette ( it still did, at times. ) and now — well, now odette found derek's presence to be a game. someone she poked at, pestered and taunted. she made his job harder then it needed to be, all on purpose.

especially after their night together not even a week ago.

" whatever could you be thinking about that's more important then me? " she asked, standing on the tips of her blue pointe shoes to bring herself ever closer, to hover her lips ever closer to his, " unless, are you thinking about where my lips have been? that's what i've been thinking of . . . " while she danced, of course. she was capable of multitasking — but truthfully, it wasn't her choice. being alone with him in a room full of mirrors had odette's mind wandering away from it's task and her heart racing.

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she loved hearing that deep chuckle come from him but even more — she loved that look in his eyes, the look that told her she was getting her way tonight. the princess grinned at his words, loving hearing that. of course, she was used to being in charge but by all technical standards — derek was employed by her father, not her. he didn't have to do as she ordered, yet here he was . . . . swearing to do just that.

the way his warm breath felt on her skin sent goosebumps down her arms, she was so enthralled by him, by the taunting and teasing they'd both been doing that let up to this moment. it felt so satisfying to finally get what she had dreamed about, thought about, fantasized about. the princess pouted as he shifted them around, moving her underneath him — but, she told him to make her feel good and maybe . . . maybe that meant giving a little control over to him.

" i already don't want you to stop, don't you know that? " odette responded with a smirk and with a single finger, she slipped it under the thin straps of her slip and pulled it down, off her chest before her hands moved to his joggers and she began to untie them. " — but, if you're warning me, then i'll just ask again . . . " the words were said with a giggle as she used her grip on his joggers to tug him closer, his bare chest so close to her own, " make . . . me feel good. " the blonde growled, nipping at his bottom lip for a second.

A deep, breathless chuckle rumbled from Derek’s chest as he felt her fingers tugging at his shirt, her words both playful and intoxicating. His lips left her neck just long enough for him to look into her eyes, dark with longing, full of fire. He had spent so many nights dreaming of her—aching for her. And now she was here, warm and real beneath his touch, demanding things he would give without hesitation.

“Your wish,” he murmured, voice husky, “is my command.”

His hands slid over hers, guiding them as he helped her pull his shirt over his head and toss it carelessly aside. The cool night air kissed his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between them. His fingers moved back to her waist, tracing the delicate lines of her body, reveling in the way she reacted to his every touch. He lowered his head again, lips trailing down the curve of her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. “But be careful what you ask for, odette” he whispered, smirking as his hands tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer. “You might never want me to stop” He shifted, keeping her firmly in his arms before her back met the velvet fabric.

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she wasn't sure he'd do as she asked — if not because of the risk, but the . . . well, hasty nature of their position. the princess groaned as his fingers slowed, momentarily regretting her request as the sensation began to creep back. oh, now she truly felt desperate for that release. her chest rose and fell as she finally begun to catch her breath, her eyes wide as derek rose to stand before her now; it never ceased to amaze her how tall he had gotten in a couple summers apart and now — she was utterly turned on by him. turned on by the idea of being completely enveloped by him.

his hands came to her cheeks, his touch so soft and so tender. his words made her eyes begin to tear up, and odette cursed herself. this was not the time and place to cry but his words hit her heart so hard, because they were so true. she had gone through so much, yet, hardly anyone knew. no one knew except him the hardships she had faced in the past few years, the hardship she faced now.

she felt his hands move down, trailing over her body until they left her altogether — but the princess didn't pout, for she knew they only left her for a moment. not once did she take her gaze away from his, no, the princess made sure to never lose sight of him. slowly, odette nodded at him, " yes, " the words were said so weakly, so breathlessly, that the princess repeated them. " yes, derek, i-i can . . . " she assured him.

Oodette's words make his throat dry, but he undeniably feels the same. He needs her too, but he'd been willing to set aside his own needs for her. Until she had uttered those words. Derek slows his pace, pulling odette back from the precipice of her orgasm. He keeps his movements gentle, slow, until he knows the shock of his fingers leaving her won't send her over the edge. Derek slips his fingers from between her thighs, his index and middle pulled back as his thumb and other two fingers steadily brace her leg to lower it. "Nothing could keep me from you, odette"

He shifts back until he can stand staring down at her, in awe of the beauty before him. No—it was more than that now. It was not just her beauty he was in awe of, but everything else. Her resilience, her kindness in the face of four years alone under this curse, the way she still carried hope in her heart despite the torment she endured. Odette was strength wrapped in elegance, a fire that refused to be snuffed out, even in the darkest of nights.

Now at his full height, towering over her, his breath mingling with hers as he cupped her face in his hands. His thumb traced over her cheek, slow and reverent, as if memorizing the warmth of her skin. “You’ve endured so much,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with emotion. “More than anyone should have to bear.” His lips hovered just above hers, their breaths tangling in the space between them. Derek released her, his hands roaming down until they left her waist. His fingers drifted downward still, finding the laces of his pants, tugging at them with deliberate ease. His gaze never left hers, heat simmering beneath the softness. “Can you handle just a little more for me, Odette?” he asked, his voice a velvet promise, thick with need.

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patience — she had very little of that, yet was forced to learn some being trapped at swan lake. she whimpered and groaned under his touch, writhing a bit as she found her need growing, the ache in her becoming stronger. all she needed were those words, that encouragement from him to enjoy this as much as she could. the beauty cried out in pleasure as his fingers worked her, unabashedly allowing herself to forget all about the lake, about the curse — about everything that wasn't her prince.

she could feel herself getting closer and closer, her moans and gasps of pleasure being more frequent and louder still. " d-derek . . . " the princess decided she didn't want the first time he made her climax to be like this, so in between groans — she began to plead again. " i-i need you, derek . . you, " gods, it was hard to get her words out and her thoughts straight. odette was more eloquent then this that being so blinded by pleasure was intoxicating yet frustrating.

derek would never deny her when her pleas sounded so wonderful, like music to his ears. his fingers worked torturously slow, "Patience," he murmured against her skin, but his own control was slipping—she could feel it in the way his breathing turned uneven, in the tension coiled in his muscles. this wasn't how he imagined his first time with her, but derek would be damned if he didn't leave her with the knowledge that all he thought of was her. that every moment, he was consumed by his love for her.

Finally, finally, his fingers slipped deeper into her, dragging through her slick heat. Each stroke, each press of his fingers inside her, sent shivers racing down his spine. He groaned at the sensation, his forehead dropping for a brief moment before he looked up to watch her expression. "That's it, my love" he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Let me hear you." He worked her open with steady, knowing motions, building her higher and higher, memorizing her feeling beneath his fingers, beneath his tongue. All those nights spent dreaming, turning into reality.

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his hands gliding over her body, the way her name sounded so sweet on his lips — odette could hardly stand it. the princess whimpered as he hovered close, only confirming that he had been just as tortured as she. it gave her satisfaction to know that all this time, she had haunted his thoughts. driving him crazy was something she actively partook it, but oh, it was thrilling to know just her existence was doing that to him. there was also a comfort, though, in knowing that all this time . . . she hadn't been alone.

odette knew now that no length of kiss shared with him would ever be enough. each time his lips left hers she was left gasping for air, her chest heaving with each heavy breath — all but begging for him to come back. his words were spoken almost like he meant it from here on out; and once again odette found herself paused in the moment. the words were said so softly, she couldn't help how her cheeks flushed. the sudden tenderness was unexpected, especially with how this started.

she was brought out of her thoughts when his lips found her neck, now playing with her as she had been with him. the princess groaned, his words were still said so softly and for a moment, odette wondered how true they rang. did he mean forever? or was he talking about tonight? it didn't matter in this moment, she decided. " derek, " the princess moaned his name, " then i command you to make me feel good, " she breathed out with a laugh, as her hands came to tug at his shirt, " — and take your damn clothes off. "

Derek was done for. Completely, utterly, irrevocably ruined by her.

His name on her lips—his real name, not some coy quip or teasing jest—made his chest tighten, made something raw and unguarded bloom inside him. And as she confessed, spilling words that had him gripping her hips like a man clinging to the edge of sanity, Derek realized that whatever grip he thought he had on himself was long gone. She dreamt of him. Thought of him. Drove herself mad over him the way he had been losing his mind over her. The idea alone was enough to shake him, to unravel every last thread of his restraint. Gods, she was killing him. And she didn’t even know it. Her hips rolled over his, fraying his last bit of sanity. Then she said it. Begged. One night, one night of them pretending that this could be something real.

“Odette,” he murmured, his voice softer, needy. His hands slid up her body, mapping the path he’d long since memorized but could never get enough of, and he let out a quiet, breathless laugh—one full of longing, full of disbelief. “You think you’re the only one?” His lips ghosted over hers, teasing, tasting the desperation between them. “I’ve been going insane wanting you. Every night, every damn second, and you—” He kissed her then, as if words weren’t enough, as if they would never be enough.

And when she whispered that plea—there was no force on this Earth that could pull him from her. Always a game of give and take between them, a push and pull that collided into this moment. “You have me, princess.” A promise. A surrender. A truth that had always been hers to claim. He had always been at her mercy, the very first day she pulled some dumb stunt to make him jealous. He knew it was a slippery slope ever since. But Derek pulled her closer, his lips pressing to the exposed skin of her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. "I'm always yours to command" He added, a quiet promise that if tomorrow came and she wanted him again—he would never be able to refuse her again.