Welcome To A World Of Madness

Maybe this isn't such a good idea you thought, holding up Derek's new jockstrap contemplating this 'amazing new idea' you had.

You wanted to surprise Derek with something new, something exciting. However recently Derek had not been the tad bit surprised when you've showed up in your new lingerie. Of course he was happy, just not surprised.

When Derek came back with a shopping bag full of stuff to 'roast Reid's ass', let's just say you were less than intrigued.

According to him Reid has been - somehow- beating him at basketball and Derek blamed 'the old gear'. He bought all in stuff: shoes, jersey, and of course the infamous jockstrap.

If the jockstrap had been old you've would have never touched it. You love your man, but not to that extent.

But you were already fed up with his non surprised reaction, and the jockstrap was new...

So, here you are, holding it in your hand, regretting your life choices.

Derek was on the bed, shirtless, waiting for you, like a addict to cocaine. This was a result of you stopping the spontaneous makeout session with a, "I have a surprise."

He responded, "Okay, babygirl." he chuckled as you walked away pulling up the t shirt the was covering your bare ass, "Don't you make me wait too long."

Well, here goes nothing. Right? You walked out in nothing but a white t shirt, his white t shirt, and the jockstrap.

And to say he was shocked was an understatement. But you could see it was a good shocked from the tent that shot up in his shorts, "Babygirl," his eyebrows fused together and a grin on his face, "Is that my jockstrap?"

He's soft laughter filled the room. "What if it is?" you tried to say as sexy as you could to save the little bit of pride you still had left.

"Then I-" he started only to be cut off by you straddling his thighs. He moaned. Well, mission accomplished.

Before he could start talking again you shushed him by putting a finger to lips, at the same time you started to roll hips.

His boner gave some nice friction. You started sucking on his neck. "Baby, I love you but" always the buts, "I really don't want to add on to the list of 'things to make fun of Derek off' ." he said, referring to the possible hickey marks on his neck.

You didn't stop. Slowly kissing up to his ear, "Really? Cause if you were going to let me do what I want," you gave his ear a peck, "I was going to sit on your face."

You know it was cruel to wave something he has wanted since the start off this relationship with the potential shame of his coworkers finding hickeys on his neck. But you could care less right now.