A/N: First full length Derek x Ivy Fic. Based off a tumblr post which you can find on my blog. Hope you like it :)
Derek kissed Ivy's hand and smiled. She looked beautiful as always. Her gorgeous blue eyes shone in the candle light as they waltzed around his living room. He could almost count every freckle on her face. They were beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. And to think he almost screwed up his relationship with her only two months ago.
"Derek since when did you learn to dance?" She whispered into his ear, he spun her around and dipped her. She gasped but he could tell that she felt safe in his arms.
"I've always known how to dance," He lifted her back up. "How do you think I direct and do a bit choreography?" She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. "You also said many times that you had two left feet love." He couldn't count the times she said that.
"Oh yes. I almost forgot about that." Her voice was wispy and soft, every warm breath she took he felt on his neck. It was intoxicating. Maybe if he just held her a little bit closer, it would finally be enough. Maybe he would be satisfied and move on with his life. Of course not. Never. You can never recover from Ivy's spell. Just as the music died down there was a sharp knock on the door. "I have to go upstairs for a minute." Ivy let go of him and walked gracefully up the steps. Derek huffed as he opened the door, people shouldn't be visiting this late. It was rude.
"Derek." Karen looked worried, she still wore clothes from rehearsal. Her brown hair up in a loose bun.
Of course it was Karen. She wouldn't leave him alone since their failure in Boston. He wanted to forget about that. Ivy had the part in Bombshell now and he was working on the Hit List. Both woman could be stars, what more did they want.
"Yes?" Derek replied sharply. He was in no mood for this. He wanted to spend this time with Ivy, not with someone his has to see every minute at work.
"Derek, are you alright?" She said shyly, "You are acting strange... Is someone over? I hear music." She glanced in the apartment.
"Of course I'm alright. Leave me alone." He shut the door in her face. "Heathen," he whispered under his breath, before looking at the stairs. He could hear Ivy humming from their room. He turned off the stereo and headed upstairs.
Ivy spun around his room a glass of wine in her hand. Derek smiled and quickly grabbed the glass out of her hand. Stopping it from spilling on the bed. Ivy giggled happily and fell onto the bed. He brushed the stray hairs out of her face. The alcohol they had drank earlier was finally getting to his head. Her face began to blur and the room was spinning. As darkness began to overcome him, he felt as if Ivy was drifting away from him. It no longer felt like she was by his side. Yet he could still hear her warm voice in the back of his mind. The words that he heard on more than one occasion. Words that would haunt him, for reasons he couldn't quite understand.
"I'm so glad you will never forget me."
