“O-Oh fuck yes come on baby p-please, please give it to me..~!” She moaned against his lips. “I-I swear to god if you m-make me wait I’ll drain you for everything you have.” She said.
He stayed over her, just enjoying her touch and her smell and her presence, knowing that it would all come to an end soon. He would be back on the ship by first light. And he fought his urge to weep, not wanting to ruin such peace with his wife.
When she woke up, he was gone, and she thought she had slept his whole visit away before she caught the smell of food. Derek stood in the kitchen making lunch for them, having missed cooking for his wife the whole year he was away.
After calming down from the small panic attack she initially had, she got up, covered herself in a simple silken robe, and walked out towards the kitchen.