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My heart skipped a beat. My body went numb. My breath was shallow and I swear to God she enjoyed seeing me in this kind of pain intermingled with shock.

"Derek?" she says.

"Uh.."

"Look, I know I'm the last person you want to see on your doorstep with a bag and all, but I swear I can explain. Just.. . can I come in? Please? It's like freezing out here."

I stare at her for another two seconds, shake my head and say, "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Come on in."

Taking her bags I show her the couch.

I look at my phone. It was Jenna, saying she'd be home late. Trauma patient just entered, the operation would take hours and it was already 11pm.

"Casey... What the fuck are you doing here?" I finally look at her and ask.

She's sitting on the couch, looking down, picking at her nails. "Remember when I said Jesse and I were moving to New York permanently? Yeah, um it didn't exactly pan out that way."
"Oh. Um what happened?"

"Look, I really don't want to get into it now. I'm sure my coming here is surprising enough, and I do not want to bore you with my sob story. Long story short, you're the only person I know who lives here and I swear I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow, it's just that..." and she fell down while walking around, rambling.

"Ahahahhahah. Klutzilla strikes again. Now this is what I've missed." I snicker.

"De-rek!"

She gets up and we look at eachother.

Has it always been this easy with the two of us? I mean, we haven't seen each other in two years, she comes back and in the first ten minutes we're completely normal, teasing and laughing?

"Um... It is okay right that I'm here? Jenna won't mind?"

"Oh yeah. She won't be home till 6 am so I'll tell her then."

"Okay. Um. Can I change somewhere?"

I show her the bathroom.

i also proceed to change into my boxers and a green t shirt.

"Hey Derek, can I make myself some tea?" She asks, coming out of the bathroom wearing... wearing MY old t shirt!

That's when I knew things can never go back to how they were before... Well before two years ago.

Flashback to two years ago:

"De-rek!" she exclaims, swatting my arm.

"What?" I smirk, trailing my hand up her thigh, kissing her neck lightly.

"What is somebody wakes up? What if JESSE suddenly barges in?"

I grit my teeth in irritation. Fucking Jesse. "Casey, it's 12 am, Jesse isn't going to be here now, Nora and Dad are asleep and the kids are at Aunt May's. Besides, you KNOW how I feel when you wear my just my t shirt. It's hot. Sue me."

She gets off the counter and huffs, smiling. "Okay Derek, but you know nobody can find out. Not only will I be a slut, but a freak slut. According to urban dictionary, that's worse."

I sigh. "Case, have you been making lists and asking Agony Aunts online again if we're okay?"

She looks down. "no..."

"Casey, you're not a slut. You're sexy. You know how I feel about us. Fuck, I feel so much that I actually can look at a girl in the eye and be this cheesy. It's gross. And you made me this."

She grins, "Well, I guess I am kinda responsible for making you sensitive" she kisses my neck.

"And sexy." She takes off my shirt.

"Please. You mean sexier" I smirk, grabbing her waist close to mine, before dipping my head down.

"Mm, that's debatable." She says, smirking back.

God I love her.

I kiss her with all I have, moaning as her tongue enters my mouth. Her fingers grab at my hair and she wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her ass to pick her up. I sit her on the counter, and drift apart only to take her t shirt..well my t shirt off, leaving her only with her underwear. And I'm hard instantly.

"Ready for round two?" I ask in between kisses.

"Bed. Now." She moans huskily as I trail kisses down her breasts.

I woke up early that morning to my arms hugging casey tightly, our legs intertwined.

She woke up almost instantly.

I stared at her beautiful blue eyes. I knew then for sure. "Casey, I love you."

That's pretty much when my world ended.

Casey loved me, she claimed, but said from the start this couldn't work out in the long run.

She had to remain "practical".

What would THEY say?

The same day she left.

With Jesse.

To dance. In New York.

Present Day.

"Derek?" Casey looked at me, "Are you okay? Look I know I have a lot of explaining and apologizing to do, and I swear I will, but right now I'm really cold and would love a cup of tea so whe-"

She was cut off by my slamming her into the wall, my mouth on hers. I kissed her with all I had, with two years of collected resentment and love. Two years of torture was spilling out into my kiss. And then she kissed me back.

She moaned as my tongue entered hers and gripped at my t shirt as my hands trailed down her waist, cupping her ass.

"Casey," I breathed out.

And that's when we looked at each other.