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A/N: Song by Duffy.

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I don't know what this is

But you got me good

Just like you knew you would

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"Derek, please?"

"Casey, no."

"Pleeeaase," she pleaded. "I promise to love you forever."

"You already do. Give me something else, babe," he smiled lightly, clearly amused at his girlfriend's poor bargaining skills.

She let out an exasperated sigh as she flopped down onto the couch next to him. With fluidity in her motions, she swung her legs onto the couch and proceeded to lay herself down, resting her head on his lap. He took his eyes off from the hockey game and looked down to see her eyebrows all scrunched up and her eyes squinted in the same way it always did when she was deep in thought. He let a small smile slip as he watched her ponder her next offer.

He had refocused his attention back on the hockey game only to be startled a few seconds later as she shot up quickly from his lap with a huge grin plastered on her face, "I got it! How about I make you breakfast for dinner for the next week," she smiled winningly like she knew she had just sealed the deal.

"As much as I love having breakfast for dinner, that's not going to be enough," he smirked. He wasn't going to let her get him that easily.

"Ok. What do you want then?" Her hand had now found a resting place on the side of her hip, a clear indication of her annoyance with him.

He could easily answer that question in the format of a Top 10 list, with many of the items on that list pertaining to a certain bedroom activity. However, he did not have to give it that much thought, he already had his answer.

"I want you to watch the hockey playoffs with me," he said, pointing to the TV.

Her blank face gave no expression to his demand.

"And I mean watch it, not sit by me reading a magazine or book, or doing your nails while I watch it. I want your undivided attention."

The blank expression lingered on her face before she finally gave a heavy sigh, "Fine. If I watch the playoffs with you …"

"And the championship game," he interrupted, making sure that he was not going to get slighted on the deal.

"And the championship game," she repeated with an eye roll , "Then you'll do it."

"It's all yours, babe. But first, you still haven't told me why you want my side of the bed. Quite desperately too, might I add."

She knew he was going to want to know. It was silly, really.

"Because the bathroom is next to your side of the bed. All you have to do is, just roll out of bed and stumble your way into the bathroom. I, on the other hand, have to either roll over you or walk around the bed to get to the bathroom," she shot out quickly.

"Oh," he smirked. "But I like it when you roll over me in the mornings," he said as he pulled her onto his lap.

"That's how I like to start all my mornings," he murmured softly, alluding to their early morning activities.

"But our new arrangement may pose a bit of a predicament for me."

"Oh, yeah. What's that?" she questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Well, if you're going to be sleeping on my side of the bed. I would have to roll over you to get to the bathroom. And if I have to roll over you every time I need to go to the bathroom, well, I don't think I'll ever make it to the bathroom --if you know what I mean," he smile suggestively.

"We don't have to switch if you don't want to," she countered with a smile of her own.

"No," he shook his head. "I'll adjust."

"In fact, why don't we start now," he said as he dipped her onto the couch.

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Very fluffy. Very Dasey. Hope you like it, review if you can.

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