Done late at night on a Monday, it's really short but I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Ha I wish. I do not own Life With Derek.
Love is not a victory march
You know it. You're sure because you've never felt like this and if this feeling isn't love then you think you'd explode if you discovered it.
You don't see fireworks or anything when you kiss her. You don't think about her all day and you don't suffer Death Of Missing when she goes away for a week.
You fight a lot. But you always have. You're Derek And Casey, what would you be if you didn't?
But it's more than that, more than what you felt for Sally, it's something else entirely and you know it's never going to leave you.
It's the way she makes you work harder, gives you purpose. It's in the way she smiles at you when you walk in the doorway or the sloppy grin on her face after sex. It's in the way she touches you in public, pinkies linked surreptitiously under the table or a subtle touch of the hairs on the back on your neck.
She makes you angry, all the time. You want to strangle her, her perfectionism, her goddamn need to have everything tidy and in order. You hate it when she gets jealous, she doesn't get you aren't the kid you were in high school, always flirting and dating.
You've only told her you love her once, maybe twice.
She says it more than that.
But she doesn't complain either, and you know you love her for that. She's not as demanding as Sally was about showing your feelings because she picks up on the little things that you do.
Like how if you're at the convenience store you'll pick up a packet of mint slices, because you know they're her favourite. You just put them in the fridge when you go home, and you never tell her.
You know she knows you bought them because she'll put on your favourite action movie (which she hates) and snuggles into you on the couch and lets your hands do what they want.
When she cries, and you wipe away tears with your thumbs, and you kiss her lips softly and gently, holding her delicate, vulnerable face in your hands; you know it could only be her.
You've always known Casey was something different, important, in your life, but now you know she's It, The One.
You hate how corny that makes you sound, but in the end, you don't really care.
She loves you. You've never been loved like this.
"Derek?"
"Mmmm?" He brings her into his side, and she folds into him, staring intently up at his face.
She doesn't say anything for a few minutes, darkened eyes flittering across his face; curious he looks down at her. His eyebrow raises sarcastically, but his probing stare asks his real question.
Timidly she reaches a gentle hand to his face and traces its contours, the outline of his jaw, his permanent smirk. He chuckles lightly and lowly in the back of his throat but doesn't move to stop her.
He pulls her from his side to his chest, and chest-to-chest they stand, staring and touching and silent.
His hands mellifluously rest on her hips, it's so soft she can barely feel it but she knows that she is his.
Never breaking eye-contact, she sighs, and reaches up on her toes to kiss him.
Understated, quiet and soft.
It is a voiceless melody of all that she feels and it is in this moment that he knows what love is, and knows that he loves her, is in love with her and that he will always be hers.
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