A/N: This is my first story for Smash so I hope you enjoy. This is set after the final of Season 1. I had to write it purely because Smash withdrawals already. It's a Derek/Karen story (I hope they get together in the real show!) and please let me know what you think of it. Thank you and enjoy :)
Prologue:
She groaned as she could no longer ignore the sun's rays across her face. She rolled over and stretched her arms out. Her eyes widened and her body stilled as her arm hit something. Not just something; a someone.
A Derek Wills.
He was still asleep, facing her. She took the time to look at him properly whilst she ignored her conscious telling her off. Her hand rested on his bare chest and she could feel the course hairs underneath her fingers. He looked younger when he was asleep, perhaps because he didn't look angry in his sleep. She longed to cup his scruffy beard covered face but she was too scared to wake him. She was scared to have to talk to him because she didn't know what people did in situations like this. Although she was sure he would direct her through it because it was what he did best: directing and sleeping with his stars.
"Why do women always do that?" said a grumpy voice, startling her to jump away from him with her hands to herself pulling the sheets up.
"Do what?" she asked nervously.
"Stare," replied Derek, opening his eyes at last. She gulped. Looking into his smouldering dark eyes had always been dangerous.
"Maybe because when you're asleep, it's the only time us women dare to," said Karen as calmly as she could. Inside her heart was beating rapidly. She didn't know what to do or say. Last night this seemed like a good idea, but she simply hadn't thought about the morning after. She hadn't thought about anything else but what she wanted in that moment.