a/n: 'cause this science lab report is getting nowhere.
disclaimer: if i owned LwD, there'd be more than just "sexual tension", trust me.
[where casey is neurotic, derek talks of teen moms, and sexual tension is relieved]
"Um, can I ask what you're doing, Case?" he leans over her shoulder to see an assortment of papers (all color-coded, of course) and yellow post-its stuck everywhere he can see.
He plucks one off of her forehead. "'Research pregnant teen moms'," he reads aloud, raising his eyebrow amusedly. "Casey, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
She rolls her sleep-deprived eyes. "No. That's for a health project, dimwit."
"Oh. Are you sure? 'Cause there's a pharmacy about five minutes from here, and…" he glances down at his watch. "It closes in about fifteen minutes—we could always check…" The thought of Pregnant Casey actually makes him a bit queasy (but he's sure it's 'cause who-would-want-to-have-sex-with-that-repulsive-creature rather than she-had-sex-oh-god…uh, yeah.)
She glares at him. "I believe in abstinence." she turns her nose up at him, sniffing disdainfully.
It's his turn to roll his eyes—(but secretly, he's relieved.) "More like, no guy would ever be a willing participant."
She flushes an angry red. "Shut up. I'm tired; I have a huge history test tomorrow and I have a book to finish and notes to write, and I'm not in the mood."
"Keener," he mumbles under his breath. "Why don't you just take a break, if you're so tired. Wing it."
She looks offended and shocked. "Wing it! Wing a history test that's thirty-five-percent of my final grade? I'm not you, Derek, I actually care about my grades, because I actually want to do something in life."
He shrugs, not denying it, and suddenly he isn't behind her, and there are footsteps on the stairs.
"No!" she calls out desperately. "Stay, Derek! Help me study!"
"Why should I?" he asks obnoxiously.
"I won't nag you about anything for a week."
"Two weeks."
"A week and three days."
"Done." He sighs dramatically (as if this is such a burden) and plops down beside her, taking a closer look at her notes. "Yeah, I don't get any of this."
"Well, see, the Pope banned King Henry from the church, because…" she launches into a full-blown explanation that will surely just take up more of his time.
He sighs, and places a hand on her thigh. She falters for a moment and her eyes flicker to his hand before she continues as if he hadn't interrupted her. He moves it up a bit, index finger tracing soothing circles.
She almost stops as his hand moves farther and farther up, so far up that her voice turns into a squeak and she stops abruptly, staring at the hand placed on her inner thigh.
"What are you doing?" she yelps, gulping.
"Shutting you up." He states this as if it were obvious and stares at her for a moment.
She stares back.
"Er, anyway—" she decidedly ignores the hand, clearing her throat, but before she can continue, he leans over and presses his lips to hers.
She struggles against him, attempting to push him off, but somehow her hands end up entangling in his hair and she's practically straddling him, knees on either side of his hips, hand cupping his face almost tenderly…
She pulls away for a moment, breathing hard. They stare at each other intensely before he breaks the silence.
"We should probably take a look at that teenage pregnancy thing again," he smirks, and she smacks him.
a/n: god, i love Dasey drabbles. there'll definitely be more to come; this was my short little introduction to about a billion LwD fics.
reviews would be lovely, thanks. ;)