Author's note: I do believe the last time I wrote and posted a fanfiction was like 2 years ago, and I do believe it was a Derek/Chloe one (co-written by my cousin bodyandsoul… the 3 stories are on her profile, and this story takes part in that world, though you don't need to read those to understand this one). I took a long hiatus as I was busy with personal stuff, and this is my possible re-entrance to the world of fanfics. Then I started reading Darkest Powers again and it made me want to reread the stories I wrote and well, here I am. This might just be a one off thing, it might be more, I don't know. Maybe with some reviewers support I'll write another chapter.

Without further ado, here is some absolutely shameless smut to put fire in even the most frigid of lovers.

It was one of the Fridays were Dad was going to be home half an hour earlier than usual, which meant that Chloe and I didn't have a lot of alone time. She was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, when I came up behind her. I pressed myself into her, my mouth falling to her neck. I kissed the soft skin under her ear.

"I touched myself last night thinking of you." She shivered at my words. "All I could think of was today when I get to be inside of you." She moved to turn around, probably to kiss me. I pressed into her a bit harder. "Not yet." I heard her put down the glass of water she was holding.

"Tell me about touching yourself," she asked huskily.

"I was thinking of you in this blue skirt actually."

"Is that why you asked me to wear it today?"

I nipped her shoulder. "Maybe." When I didn't continue, she grinded against me and I chuckled. "Oh fine. Yes, I wanted you to wear this skirt so I could fulfil the fantasy I had last night."

"Which was?"

Chloe knew exactly what I was hinting at, but she had a love of dirty talking. At first I had been a little shy about revealing these things, but when I saw how hot and wet it made her, I couldn't say no. I had come to enjoy it.

"I want to fuck you while you wear that skirt."

She turned her head. "Kiss me."

My lips came crashing down to hers, though I wasn't ready to let her turn around just yet. I quite enjoyed the feel of her ass pressed up against me. My hands moved up to her chest, cupping her breasts. I pulled away from the kiss.

"Your bra has got to go." Within seconds, it was unhooked and Chloe was taking it off underneath her shirt. Looking down, I could see her nipples poking out from her t-shirt. I couldn't resist teasing her through the material, though I longed to put my mouth where my thumbs were. As she gasped, I could smell her arousal, could hear her heart beating louder. I thrust myself into her ass once, trying to ease the pressure in my pants.

"Shouldn't we move to your room?"

The logical side of me screamed that would be the smart thing to do. "This is where I want to fuck you. You okay with that?"

She nodded. I felt her body heat up even more. I could tell this thrilled her just as much as it did me.

I played with her nipples a bit more before moving my hands up her skirt. Her breath hitched as I brushed my fingers against her panties and I coaxed her to spread her legs a little. I slipped a finger past the material and groaned when I found silky wetness waiting for me.

I put my finger inside of her, pumping her slowly, before moving to her clit. She braced herself on the counter, as if worried she wouldn't be able to support her own weight. It didn't take long for her body to start shaking and I snaked my free arm around her waist to hold her up as she rode out her orgasm. Breathless, she looked over at me afterwards. "Your turn."

I smiled. "In a minute." I dropped to my knees. "Turn around." She did as she was told. I took a moment to enjoy the look of her: the rosy cheeks, her nipples still noticeable under her shirt, the skirt hitched up around her waist. I pulled off her panties and moved my head between her legs and licked one long stroke. She shuddered. "I don't think we have time for another orgasm for me."

"I just wanted to taste you."

The fire in her eyes fueled me. I leapt up from the floor, gave her a hard kiss, and turned her around again. In a flash, my pants were down around my ankles and I grabbed her hips as I put myself inside of her. We both groaned, my head falling to her neck to place kisses there before I continued thrusting.

Between the sight of her pressed up against the counter, her skirt around her waist, and the feel of her, all tight and wet, it was a sensory overload. Definitely better than the fantasy I had cooked up the night before. When I came, I had to hold on to the counter, trapping her with my arms, in fear of bruising her soft skin.

Panting, I buried my face in her hair. "Wear a skirt every Friday."

"Is that your new rule?"

"Yes."

"I think I can live with that."

I chuckled and I handed her the lacy pink bra and panties that had been discarded before pulling my pants back up. "Want to use the washroom first?"

"If you don't mind," she replied. She sprinted up the stairs and I watched the swish of her skirt. I felt myself twitch in my pants.

"Calm down," I muttered to myself. I checked the clock on the stove. There was a little time left. "Chloe, wait up!" I called out as I followed her path up the stairs.