Sparkles
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Rachel POV
Camp David is a paradise.
Maybe I should rephrase it: wherever Derek is, that is where paradise is.
When you have only a week to spend with the one you misses so much, you know the more dreadful it gets as the clock ticks away. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Eventually, sex wasn't the highlight of the event, I mean, well, we had sex more than twice a day for the first three days, there should be more than sex that this vacation can offer.
We had a few round of basketball session. Of course, there is no professional rules, there is only Rachel rules when it comes to newbie player like me. There is nothing the President can do to me except palming his face and surrender.
There's not much outdoor activities we can do, since I am grounded somehow. So, I stick to baking, cooking and drinking. Ever since I knew he was a beer guy, we had six bottles of Corona last night while playing Monopoly. The one who losses has to mix Mayonnaise with beer and drink all at one shot.
Pretty disgusting, but I had only two bottles. Don't get me mentioned how it taste like, it's just not FDA approved. Derek is suppose to drink the other four since he lost, but I forbade him, I don't wanna risk any changes in his toned abs, Derek is perfect, and I am not going to be the one who destroy him. Thus, he got away with two bottles as well.
Two days.
Two more days, forty eight hours, is all we had left. Derek had an urgent meeting with the militants in another cabin. I hope it wasn't anything serious. And coincidentally, this is the perfect opportunity for me to bake brownies.
Derek loves brownies, speaking of which, I added coffee to the brownies, I never know a man who love coffee so much, but is still able to have pearly white teeth. That is so unfair, he got his whole PR team to handle every image crisis he had.
The question I had, at the end of the day, will he still look this perfect when he stops being the President? We need to discuss about this tonight.
I set the table with two glasses of warm eggnog without alcohol, sprinkled with cinnamon to add the flavor. The brownies were slice into perfect rectangular shape, towered into a pyramid structure. It's only three in the afternoon, not even close to dinner.
When I heard the clicking sound of the door, I place the candle, well, not birthday candle though, it's simply impossible to find birthday candle at Camp David, I have to make do with the table candle that I found in the drawer and decorate it with red ribbon, mind you, those ribbons came from the lingerie I brought from my personal collection.
I haven't got to wear them yet, speaking of which.
A cold gush of wind follows when the door opens. It's snowing heavily outside, even better, winter love story is my favorite.
'Rachel?' Derek calls me. I simply adore the way he calls me when he reach the cabin, it just makes everything about us real, not just a summer fling nor a lust.
'What do we have here?' Derek walks into the kitchen, his footsteps gradually went slower as he saw the brownies and the candles. 'Candlelight afternoon tea?' He asked, leaning over to give me a kiss on the lips.
'Nope. Happy birthday.' I smile widely.
His eyes narrowed, brows notched up. 'Who's?'
'Yours.' I answered, I knew he would be feeling perplexed. 'I'm not having a dementia, Derek, I can easily find your birthday on Google, twenty fifth of December, you are so lucky to have Christmas Day as your birthday! Do you know how envy I was? I love everything about winter, Christmas, especially!' I can't stop blabbering about it, I wish I can choose Christmas as my birthday as well.
He chuckles. 'So, why are we celebrating now?' He shrugged in a confused manner.
'Well,' I shrugged, 'I can't celebrate with you, since you have Christmas Ball at the White House, and your birthday celebration as well, there's no way I can kidnap you on that day.' I unzip his winter jacket. He took it off himself and hang it on the chair.
'Thank you,' he cups my cheek and plant a soft peck on my forehead, before he took a close look at me. 'I love you, Rachel.'
I smile coyly, absorbing the sparks he send when he said the three words. My legs went a little wobble.
'I actually invited your father to the Christmas Ball this year, and I included the "pleasure of you and your daughter" at the letter.' He smirk.
I felt gloated, surprise, and excited all mashed up together. 'Wait,' I halted, it seems like this gloating feel doesn't last long, 'Grace would be there?' I clarified.
He never avoid my eyes, 'yes.' Derek said ruefully.
'Although I acted like a bitch that day, it doesn't makes me comfortable being in the same room as her, Derek.' I recalled that day where I met Grace Hoffer, I pushed myself to be firm, yet, tons of weight were dragging inside my heart.
'If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll let you decide.' He shrugged, rubbing both my shoulder blades.
'I'll think about it, and we should probably go back to the celebration.' I hinted at the brownies.
'Hear, hear!'
'Make a wish, come on, and those wishes better include me.' I commanded sternly.
He simply laugh and shakes his head. 'Can I say out the wishes?'
'No! Is this the first candle you ever blown?'
'Nope, but using a table candle as a birthday candle, that is definitely a first.'
'Shut up and make a wish, boyfriend.' I rolled my eyes.
'Yes, Ma'am.' He closes his eyes, while I watched him excitedly beside where he was.
Once he is done, he blow the candle off, leaving trails of smokes rippling up the room.
'Happy birthday! I hope you'll love me more everyday.' I hugged him tightly.
'How about you love me even more?' He suggested.
'I have love you longer than you ever did, I am always ahead of you Derek, I have a crush on you for four and a half year, reading every news that have your headlines, hardcore fans of Hofferlicious, what more can you expect from me?'
'I am speechless, totally, you got me at peanut butter.'
I laugh, hard. I am so happy beyond words today.
'Let me try it.' He took the fork and scoop a bite size of the brownie and send it to his mouth.
I took the glass of eggnog and sat down on the chair. 'How was it?' I asked.
'Coffee?' He took another bite to confirm his discovery.
'Yes.'
'Delicious.' He nodded, 'tell me, what have I done to deserve you, girlfriend.' He sat down as well.
'Being hot, handsome and charming.' I said with sultry voice.
'You feed my ego really well.'
'You refilled my sex-deficiency very well. Oh God, I did not know where that come from, I swear.'
'It's in your blood, Rachel.' He had a sip of the eggnog.
'Are you still going to look this hot even when you are not the president anymore?'
'Is it a requirement in our relationship? I'm getting really worried about your feelings towards me right now.'
'Oh well, you know I am superficial.' I smirk.
'The question is, are you still going to love me when my skin is saggy, fine lines of wrinkles and a bloated stomach?'
'That should be my question.'
'Then let's stop being superficial, because I am going to ask you something really important.'
I blinked my eyes, placed the fork down, my mood shifted right away. 'What?' I swallowed a lump of saliva.
'I know you can afford everything right now, since you said you are practically Paris Hilton, but I wanted to give you something special as well, I'm going to skip the guessing game since it failed many times according to my experience. Just tell me, Rachel, what can I get for you?'
'This is, well, new to me. I mean, boys were never that direct, according to my experience.'
'Which is why it fail miserably. So, tell me, is there something you want?'
'This is deep, Derek, if you never mentioned about this, I'll will never have a thought about this at all, because Harry Winston and Hermes would makes me feel like a gold digger.'
'Thoughts provoking? I am such a good boyfriend, aren't I?' A gloating smile lifted his lips.
'I'll give it a thought and I'll get back to you once I have something in mind?'
'Of course, take your time, it's not going to expire.'
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'Shower sex is a deal breaker huh?' Derek pant for breath, so did I. When we got out from the shower, well, together, our sex deprivation has reached its zenith that we decided not to dry our body and marched towards the bed. Obviously the bed sheets were moist with the water dripping from our hair and body.
'No more shower sex.' I managed a reply.
Derek's wavy hair looks longer than his usual perfect sculpted hair.
I kissed his cheek, suck his earlobe, twirl it with my tongue.
'God, Rachel.' He moaned.
Two days is all I had left, it's my mission right now to make it as dirty and as memorable as I can.
I send my hand down to where the peak of his arousal stood. It was firm and yet so ripe to be hold.
His hands were getting busy with my chest. Tweaking my sensitive spot, I felt the reaction soaring all over my body, knees were getting weak, my breathing increases and my mouth reacted with moans to express all the goodness he was provoking on me.
I was practically flooding down there, he could easily enters me without much friction. But I choose to withhold it. I haven't had enough of these yet.
Derek flip me over, my back were facing him. The weight of his body rested on mine, I felt his length at the edge of where my torso is. Instead of entering me, he took it slow. His tongue trails over the skins of my back, kissing and nibbling. I felt delighted, euphoric has made my visions and feelings cloudy. I can't think properly when he skillfully brought all the arousal out from me, slowly taking my sense away, leaving me vulnerable, wanting and begging.
I couldn't figure out which one was better, while his lips works on my back, his fingers were squeezing the cheek of my butt.
'Derek, you are killing me.' I moaned.
'I'm taking you to cloud nine.' At that exact moment, he aimed at my entrance. I felt him thrust in without hesitant.
I breathe, surging a mouthful of air. I turn my head around and Derek knows exactly what I was asking for. He bent down and kisses me as he pushes himself deep into me.
He lifted my hips up, making his entrance easier. I remained there, surging all the stimulation that Derek stirs up.
'Derek?' I called him, my voice were shaky from the push Derek made. 'Turn me around.'
He stops and I flip around, wasting no time, he enters again when I wrapped my legs around his body.
I touched, feel every part of his skin, gripped his arm at where his tattoos was, and I trails down to his butt. They were really firm. Gosh, I can't expect anything lesser from a Navy SEAL boy, can I?
He took both my hand, lifting them and stick it to the bed using his hand. I was practically dominated by him. I can't move, and with that, it kind of shifted the excitement to a higher level.
He leaned down to suck my neck, nibble it. I felt the warmth from his breath, it was constant at first, as he notched up his speed, he began to breathe faster.
His chest rubs against mine, our movement synchronized. The magical moment began to show up, the perks is beginning to work its way to get us both into the ultimate arousal.
'Derek.' I moaned.
I shouted.
I screamed.
He released my hand, I began to grip his arm.
The familiar rippling effect slowly happens. I shut my eyes tight, feeling the indescribable intensity enrapturing all my senses. I cried, I breathe, I calls his name all over.
I felt numb in all senses. Derek rest himself on top of me, his breathing sound is ever a pleasure, that's where I realized he had reached his climax too.
He shifted himself away and rest on the bed besides me.
For a few moments, there was only our heavy breathing. Once we passed that, I moved myself and place my head on Derek's arm.
'Sparkles.' I mentioned softly.
'What?' Derek ask languidly. His eyes were close, probably still recuperating.
'When I came earlier, I think I just hallucinated fireworks.'
He chuckles. 'You're welcome.'
'The shower sex doesn't count, cross that list.' Earlier on, after we finished the brownies, I told Derek that I made up my mind about what I want, I told him shower sex. He was skeptical at first, and he was really doubtful about it, but we proceed anyway.
The whole thing was a pile of mess. It's slippery and dangerous no matter which position we tried to attempt. While the arousal has been heighten during the shower, but there's no way we can release the sexual tension without thinking of getting injuries afterwards. Fuck the shower sex, he pulled me out from the shower, and that's how we ended up with classic vanilla sex.
'I knew it, you were just messing with me.'
'But, I did came up with one along the way, and, let me warn you, it is very challenging.'
'Try me.' He challenged.
'Well.' I cleared my throat, turn my body so my chest is resting on the bed, I prop my elbow to support my body. 'I always love fireworks, Christmas, New Years and Fourth of July. I want my own fireworks'
'Your own?' His eyes is wide open now.
I nodded. 'Say...my birthday, my very own Rachel Woods day.' I grinned.
He hummed, placing his hand to the back of his head and his eyes looked up the ceiling.
'It was tough, right? I'm putting my wish into good use.'
'Consider it done, I'll pass the bill to the congress when I am back to work.' A smug face painted over his face.
'We'll see.' I doubted it and rolled my eyes.
'You'll see.' He replied with a listless voice, the next thing I knew, was, he has drowse back to sleep.
I stay where I was, watching him, the man I love. The man who I never knew I would meet. I felt like a hardcore fan who finally get to meet her celebrity idol.
Pricks of unsettling feeling haunts me whenever I felt blissful to be in the arms of Derek Hoffer. I would never get over the guilty feelings that I am stealing somebody else's belonging. I'm getting tired about feeling distress.
On the selfish side, I wanted him to announced his separation with Grace, yet, I don't think I can handle the spotlights I'll get later. Nobody love to share their man with another woman, including the mistress. I wanted all of him to myself, Derek knows that. It's a minute bomb. I told him before, if it's too hard to handle, I might leave him anytime.
I pull myself away from him, put on my dress and head out of the room. I needed to be alone, to be away from Derek. Being clingy is the first thing I'll banned myself from.
A/N
I can't remember how many, ahem, cough*, love scene have I written for Derek and Rachel.
The last person I'll hope to meet would be the Prime Minister of Canada himself.
This story is not going to end very soon yet. It's still a long way before the ending. They still have a long way to go.
I can't promise it would be a happy ending. Reality speaking, it's an affair, it may end up happy or ugly. I'll just write according to how their character will lead them.
And thank you so much for reading up till this chapter! Thank you MagnificentWoman , you are indeed magnificent and helpful!