I do knot own the characters of LWD. Storyline is mine.

Why deny it. Cant fight it. Going to lose it. Better fight for it. Need to have it. Dasey, what more can I say.

Truman is bye bye in this story Casey never got back with him. And lets face it Derek with Emily is just bad, so in my LWD world it does not exist…

Derek POV

Her words burned through my veins like acid. "Step-brother," I attempted to correct her.

"Same difference," I could have thrown up at that moment. It was not the same. It was not the same at all. That look on her face is what pushed me over the edge. She looked at me with the smile she saved for Sam. The ohh, my favorite little puppy is so sweet.

Derek Venturi was not a puppy. Or a coward. And he definitely was not Casey McDonald's brother. Eww just thinking the word made his skin crawl.

I walked around the island in the center of the kitchen slowly to walk away from her. She didn't even turn to look at me. How dare she feel that she is safe now because she has sickly labeled me her bro…broth. I don't even want to think it.

And finally anger, it took root in my body its familiar sensation helping me relax and took a step towards her silent form. She was leaning over the counter, forgetting her beloved brother (ahh) was here at all.

My body pressed lightly against her back and the warmth of his breath made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as I whispered into her ear, "is it really the same thing Casey?"

"You would love that wouldn't you," I continued harshly, "a way to keep me close but never close enough. Fine! You win. We can have your family feel good moment. The perfect little family. And of course the perfect big brother. But there is something I need to do first."

She opened her mouth to respond, but for once in her life found that she had no words. I turned her slowly in my arms and kissed her. A shockwave soared through her.

Her mouth opened out of surprise which seemed to be exactly what Derek wanted as his tongue slid into her mouth caressing gently. I groaned slightly enjoying the taste of her.

I pushed harder into her, her body bending backwards slightly and then I stopped. Had to stop. He had to stop. Before she freaked out. Before someone walked in. Before I couldn't stop.

I didn't look at her just walked away. Maybe ran, to my room. She wasn't following me. But she also didn't kill me so who knows. I flopped on my bed and waited for the inevitable eruption of crazy to hit.

Casey POV

"Same difference," wasn't it the same? After three years of fighting and arguing. After three years of coming to each others rescue. Three years living together. Wasn't it the same?

He didn't answer just glared at me and walked away. I was used to the rebuff, I didn't even bother to watch as he left the room silently. Whatever. I was going to Queens he was not going to ruin it. I looked down at some of the course information when I felt him behind me.

His body was pushed against the back of me, his warmth slithering across the minimal distance between us. "Is it really the same thing Casey?"

I tensed. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. We were never close like this. Ok we fought and were all up in one anothers space but that was always the heat of the moment. But this obvious invasion of personal space as his delicious smelling cologne clouded my mind and words fell away. My body felt on fire, heart racing.

"You would love that wouldn't you," he continued harshly, "a way to keep me close but never close enough. Fine! You win. We can have your family feel good moment. The perfect little family. And of course the perfect big brother. But there is something I need to do first" I could hear the anger rising in his voice and maybe something else was there…pain.

He spun my in his arms. I was swimming in brown eyes. My body moving on autopilot to afraid to speak or move and possibly break the spell he had cast over me. And then he was kissing me. Pressing me to forcefully against the counter.

I took a quick intake of breath and his tongue slid into my mouth. Begging me to respond and for the life of me I could not think why I wasn't supposed to be kissing this boy. The world disappeared and for that instant I was not Casey keener never goes against the grain McDonald and he was not the great Derek Venturi.

We were just two people who for this moment and maybe only this moment needed each other more than air. Then he was gone. And the world went back to black and white. I couldn't move or think as his feet pounded up the stairs.

No Derek, it wasn't the same at all…