Things We Do When We're in Love
By: Rogue
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N This was written some time ago but I haven't posted it.
Casey Macdonald laughed as she unlocked the door at 11pm. Her date had just walked her to her door. She kissed him and said goodbye. She barely shut the door before she was thrown against it. She felt a hand on her wrists holding them above her head. The other arm trapped her between it and the wall. A body flush against hers and the door designs imprinting on her back.
"Where've you been?" The jealous voice of her step-brother Derek Venturi rang sharply in the night air.
"Why do you care?" Casey hissed. She hated and secretly loved when Derek became what he called over-protective. Every time she came home from a date, Derek nearly committed homicide against her date and Derek and Casey always ended up in a fight.
"I care, sis, because you are my 'little sister' and I don't want evil vial boys to violate you."
"Derek, one I am not your sister, jeez I can barely share a house much less blood with you, two, those 'boys' are more man then you will ever be and have more women then you will ever get, and three don't use such big words, Der-bear, you might choke."
"Like I'd want to share blood with you. They aren't a 16th of the man I am and I have witnesses to the fact I have plenty of women…"
"Those sluts you try to pass of as girlfriends are no where near womanhood."
"Dammit, Case, stop."
"What, too real for you, Derek?"
"Casey, I told you how I feel. I am in love with you."
"Oh save the bullshit. You're not in love with me, you in lust with my body."
"Dammit, Casey, I love you. I am in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care if we make love or not. I will love you either way. I want to lie in bed with you on Saturday mornings listening to our children watching cartoons. I want to watch you cook dinner in the evening. I want to hold your hand as you push to life my our children. I want to watch as you walk down the aisle on whoever's arm. I want to watch as you sob when our baby girl gets married. I want to watch our children grow up and I want to watch you grow old. Jesus, Case, I love you. I want you. Yes I want you for your body but I also want your brilliant mind and your gorgeous soul. I want to fight with you and make up for hours. I want to…"
"Derek…"
"Become overly jealous when anyone gets near you…"
"Derek…"
"I want to watch sunrises and sunsets…"
"Derek Venturi!"
"Casey"
"Shut up you fool and kiss me." Derek smirked as he closed the distance between them. Casey knew that in the morning her back would look very much like the back-height of the door.