An: Okay, I started something new today so I thought I would share what I have so far. Might be a two-shot or might be a multi-chapter depending on where the story goes and the feedback I receive. So review and let me know what you think :) Enjoy. PS. I don't own LWD.
CHAPTER 1
She doesn't normally spend the night in his room. They aren't together after all and she's only a short walk down the hall and one staircase away from her own room and bed. But last night, while she was in a sleepy haze, he wrapped his hands tightly around her waist before drifting off, and she let him. So when she wakes up she's a little disoriented. This is totally new territory, waking up next to Derek.
Is she supposed to wake him before she leaves? It feels kind of rude not to, but it isn't like she's one night stand-ing him. He knows where she lives, he knows where she works, and he knows she'll be back.
If she does wake him are they going to kiss goodbye? They've never kissed without it leading to its inevitable end in one of their dorm room beds. Although it sounds silly, she really can't imagine a "good morning" kiss with Derek. She knows logically it must involve a lot less tongue and teeth than their usual kissing, but the concept is surprisingly quite disappointing to her. Sure, Casey has always been a romantic, even too much of a romantic some may say (*coughderekcough*) but there's something entirely addicting about the rough passionate way that Derek kisses her. It makes her feel like, in that moment, she's the only thing he needs, and isn't that kind of romantic? Not that their relationship is romantic, per say. The way he actually ripped the buttons off her shirt once is probably much more telling of a sexual relationship. And of course there's the sort of disregarded familial relationship that they try their best not to think about. She certainly isn't thinking about their home in London when she's pulling his hockey jersey over his head.
She's snapped out of her deliberations when she hears the bed creaking from beside her. She turns to see Derek rubbing his eyes before a lazy smirk covers his face due to her current state of semi-undress.
"No. I have class in an hour." She says in warning. And all her worries about this being awkward float away, because it isn't different or weird, it's as easy and thoughtless as ever. It shouldn't be. Him watching her dress, seeing his naked body roll across the bed they had shared, having sex with him, it shouldn't feel so normal, but it is.
"Come on, I'll make it quick. We could do it in the shower!" he "bargains" with extreme enthusiasm in his voice.
"No Derek. Those are shared showers. People would hear us." She says slipping her jeans back on before he passes her one of his t-shirts. She's going to say no, or at least comment on this "him loaning her clothing" thing, 'cause this is new as well, but she doesn't really want to go through the effort of buttoning up that tight blouse to walk up the stairs and take it off again. Besides he cuts off her consideration again with his comment of, "As if they don't already. These walls are pretty damn thin Case. Not to mention that you're pretty damn loud."
"Der-ek!" she yelps, embarrassed and offended. Honestly she had never thought about that before, and the fact that he's right is sort of mortifying. He just rolls his eyes and while she's putting his shirt on he pulls on a pair of boxers from the floor and then walks to the door to open it for her.
"Tomorrow night?" he asks with his hand on the handle but the door still firmly closed, like he wants to make sure she'll come back before he lets her go, because sometimes he wonders if she's going to snap back into reality and call the whole thing off without any warning.
"After your game, yeah." she nods with a soft smile. It's routine, and it's not like he really needs to ask, but he always does.
"Kay" he says nonchalantly, opening the door and letting her walk by. However, as she does so she's kind of preoccupied with the image of him standing in the doorway in his underwear and the way that the light from the hallway is making his tired eyes (tired from her, she mentally notes) squint, so she bumps into someone coming from the opposite direction.
He immediately laughs, sure he might have….feelings for her but he's still Derek and she's still a klutz.
"I'm sorry!" she says quickly to the girl who she recognizes from a couple doors down.
"It's fine," she brushes it off simply, but then she turns and sees Derek kind of naked before looking back to Casey. It's not like her grad grubber reputation has followed her here or anything, but she definitely still falls into the "good girl" category and Derek, well he's a hockey star and during the first weeks of wild parties he'd gone on a bit of a binge, both alcohol and girl wise, so he retained the same "cool stud" status he'd always held. So yes, the sight of his door still open and Casey leaving in a baggy men's t-shirt is a bit surprising and totally gossip worthy. The words that follow: "Are you and Derek dating?" aren't a surprise. Actually they'd gotten that before, a few times, but now the answer is fuzzier than ever.
Yet she answers, "No! No. No." extremely quickly, reflexively.
It's not like he was about to volunteer an answer, but he realizes instantly that wasn't what he wanted to hear leaving Casey's mouth.
"No, we would never, could never, be a couple! No." she doesn't know why words keep coming out, but she feels all the familiar angst and taboo from their high school years flooding back. There's a reason why they weren't telling anyone. It hasn't been a secret exactly, but it wasn't common knowledge either, not that it needed to be, because it was just a casual kind of… something.
"Right." The girl says, because while Casey's outfit and Derek's sex hair are pretty telling of the situation at hand, it's university. They aren't anything special here and neither is sex.
Casey nods quickly in Derek's direction before continuing her journey down the hall and he feels like such a girl because he finds himself angry that she hadn't stuck around to talk about what just happened.