THE GUILTY PLEASURE

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

This is my second Dasey fic. Life With Derek belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. I only own the plot. It takes place in the second season after "Middle Manic".

Derek Venturi snuck into the kitchen. He grinned when he remembered Casey's threat. "Derek, if you touch my fries, I'll cream you." That just meant that he had to have those fries. He rummaged through the cupboards. Then, "Ah, jackpot!" He grabbed the fries and bit into one.

"Ah! They're dead!"

"I see you found my fries." He whirled around to see his stepsister.

"How long have these been here?"

"Half the day." She walked over and plucked the pack of fries from his hands.

"But you're a keener. You like things neat, orderly, and fresh."

"But not my fries." She bit into one, causing the boy to stare in surprise. I don't believe it, he thought to himself. Despite himself, he couldn't help his longing stare. She really had no idea how gorgeous she was. The way she moved, the way she laughed, the way danced…oh, he loved the way she danced. He also loved the way he would get passionate about things. It was partly why he tormented her, so she'd at least acknowledge him. Besides, it was kind of fun to get riled up. She just came alive. Casey ate her fries happily. She had known that as soon as she had told him not to, Derek would try to steal her fries. That's why she had told him-because she had wanted to share her secret with him, but she didn't want to come out and tell him.

"So dead fries?"

"Yeah, what can I say? They're a guilty pleasure." And that's not the only guilty pleasure I have, she thought to herself. Her stepbrother was a guilty pleasure. But he didn't know that. She loved watching him. She loved everything about him. She ate another fry and Derek moaned. She was killing.

"What's the matter, Derek? Surely you don't think this is disgusting. I've seen you eat worse." Derek stammered. How could he say that he thought it was hot? He stepped closer and closer and she stared at him with raised eyes.

"Do you have any idea how incredibly hot this is?" Hot! He called me hot! Casey thought to herself. However, her face betrayed no emotion.

"I'm just eating."

"Dead fries. Not like your usual health food."

"Like I said: guilty pleasure." Casey popped a French fry in her mouth. Derek stepped forward, cupped her cheek in a hand and kissed her on the lips. Oh, my-he's kissing me! she thought to herself. Whoa. This is even better than I imagined, he thought to himself. Casey moaned and the fries dropped to the floor. Derek moved forward, causing Casey to step backwards until her back reached the counter. His hands slipped to her waist and ran her fingers through his hair as they both finally indulged in their guilty pleasure.

THE END