Derrick slowly brushed the hair back from Sarah's face where it had fallen during the night. They had finally made it into the bedroom for a couple of more rounds before falling asleep. Despite her protests that she was not into the whole cuddling thing, she had finally fallen asleep in his arms.
As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the black-out blinds, two things were weighing heavily upon his mind. The first was the deception - his secret identity. He knew that she would be less than pleased when she found out who he was and how they came to meet, but he would deal with that later.
The immediate issue in his mind was her secret - the scars. Despite her repeated warnings over those weeks that she was not comfortable being naked with anyone, he had honestly thought that he would have her stripped and beneath him within hours. Last night had proven that was not the case.
The one time when he had managed briefly to get Sarah into a doggy position, where her back would have been exposed to his gaze, she had been meticulous in making sure that she managed to draw the duvet up. It was neither some morbid curiosity about the extent of her childhood injury nor even some ego thing; Derrick wanted as few secrets between them as possible.
Both issues would have to be dealt with eventually. He inhaled; the smell of sex permeated the room. He should be content; after all, he had her in his bed at long last. The rest would come in time. And while his body was satiated, his heart was anything but. The weight of trying to keep things casual was trying on his sanity. He readily admitted that he had been half in love with Sarah even before they began to exchange messages and emails.
For the past two years that he had been in England, he had heard so much about her from her best friend, his half-sister Kasey. The one chance he had had to meet her at his nieces' Christening had gone awry when he had been called back to Boston for another court date in his ongoing and highly public divorce case. So, when his wonderfully meddlesome baby sister had told him about this scheme and insisted that he should be the 'donor,' he had jumped at the chance to learn more about this paragon of virtue and 'An Sawa' as his niece Britney called her.
What he had not counted on was how quickly and intensely, he had fallen for her. Not only did she share with him her love of teaching, her close friendship with his sister, brother-in-law, and her adoration of his niece; but the relative anonymity of the Internet meant she shared things with him, which not even Kasey knew. Like those scars on her back.
Over the past few weeks, he had often battled a sense of guilt about this secret he kept from her. But Sarah had often refused Kasey's offers of matchmaking with his sister's various Afro-Caribbean cousins. So, it was more than a safe bet that if she knew he was the older, bastard half-brother of her best friend, she would have never replied to his first email. Derrick was counting on his charm to win in the end though. Alright, he was relying on addicting her to his cock, impregnating her with his child, and taking the rest from there.
Unfortunately, things were a bit behind schedule at this point. Her repeated protests about sharing his bed; her adamant refusal to allow him even a brief peek at the scars as well as her almost painful shyness over dinner last night had shaken his confidence that by the time he put her back on the train Sunday night they would be past all the games.
