REMAKE! Moulin Rouge

"Derek, can we please just go through the script once," Casey pleaded as she stood in his doorway. His face contorted into an expression that was considering. No smirk was found on his face, his brown eyes looking down at her with thought clouding them. She placed her hands together in a pleading gesture. He couldn't really resist such an adorable expression, and he would take any chance to spend time with her. And, come on, she looked pretty good in her tank top and pajama pants, and the way his light made her skin glow. Wow… he was totally in love with this girl, or something.

"Fine," he muttered, letting her enter the room. "But I don't want to go through and kissing scenes with you just yet." He chuckled as he closed the bedroom door, and sat on his bed next to his step-sister. She was sending glances throughout the room, trying to clean it with her eyes, or so it appeared. "Where do you want to start?" he asked with no interest apparent in his tone, watching Casey from the corner of his eye.

"Well, the meeting in the Elephant should be good. Do you want to add the singing in?" Casey inquired as she rose from her spot on the bed, a grimace appearing on her features as she scanned over the script. This was one of the more, uh, embarrassing scenes for her throughout the whole play. Not only did she have to act like she wanted to... do it... with Derek, but she had to moan continuously throughout. Very uncomfortable. And think about what she was going to have to wear! It was going to be an interesting little scene to do in front of everyone. Maybe they would just skip this part when they actually had to do it... even if it was very important.

"Fine with me," the ever so blunt response from Derek came, and Casey rolled her eyes before starting the scene. Wondering exactly how she would do this without bursting into laughter, Casey turned to face Derek, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She laughed a little, breathing in and out, as she attempted to get out her line.

"This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading, don't you think?" Casey asks him, a small smile on her face as she spoke in soft tones. Walking towards him, she had a ghost of a smirk set upon her delicate lips, a sparkle in her blue eyes as the lamp's light hit her face at just the right angle. "Hmm? Poetic enough for you?" Gesturing to her outfit which wasn't what she would be wearing in the play, a sleeping tank-top and pajama pants.

"Yes," Derek spoke, his voice betraying his attempted calm demeanor. A small smile that held back laughter curled the tips of his lips. Running a hand through his hair, he took in the form of his step-sister, who appeared to be unaware of his small behaviors that were not supposed to be there. He was suppose to be nervous, no laughing!

"A little, uh, supper? Maybe some Champagne?" Casey questioned with the delicate curve of her eyebrow. She let her hand clasp at the air, as if she was holding a bottle of Champagne, and showed it too him like he was on a game show. A smile quirked her own lips and he shook his head.

"I'd rather just, um, get it over and done with," he said with a slightly nervous undertone to his voice. As said before, an amazingly good actor. Scratching the back of his neck, he glanced up at Casey, and she still had her eyebrow raised, and she pretended to drop the Champagne into the bucket that was suppose to be there. He glanced at her face, and she had that faint look of annoyance under toning her surprised face.

"Oh," Casey speaks softly, looking unsure before replacing her slight shock with a calm face. "Very well. Then why don't you come down here?" She questioned as she walks towards the bed, and laid down upon it with a small, almost seductive gleam in her eyes. Derek has the greatest temptation to get on that bed with her at the moment, kiss her senseless, that was what he wanted to do. But he couldn't do that, yet, anyway. "... And let's get it over and done with." A tempting undertone came from the actress, her eyes watching him with the same look in her eyes. Derek was sure it was just fake though, Casey would never want him to jump in bed with her. Not with Lance around to find out.

"I-I prefer to do it standing," Derek spoke with that nervous undertone once more. Casey's face lifts in shock, wow she was good with the acting. Casey spouts her loud "oh!" as she sits up in the bed, and looks likes she is going to get up. He has the sudden urge to go over there and press her down on the mattress, taking it all he has to resist doing it. "You don't have to stand, I mean. It's sometimes that it's quite long, and I'd like you to be comfortable. It's quite modern what I do, and it may feel a little strange at first, but - but I think if you're open, then-then you might enjoy it." Derek stands a little ways off, his hands tied together behind his back, fingers interlocked as he focuses on the lines that he has somewhat memorized.

"I'm sure I will."

"Excuse me..."

Turning away from her, he looks at the wall and sighs for a minute, trying to remember his next line. He rubs his face slightly, trying to surface the memory of his next line. The yellow light pours at his feet, his eyes closed, attempting to focus on the picture of the script in his mind. If only that damn line wasn't blurred out! Turning towards the window, he tries to find inspiration.

"The-the sky is-is... with the birds and..." Derek is cut off by the odd sigh that comes from behind him, turning around; he sees Casey laid on the bed once more, looking up at him. Turning back towards the window, Derek is completely confused on what his line is. He can tell by the eyes that bore into his head that Casey is getting impatient.

"I know. Come on, come on." Grumbling to himself, he turns back to Casey who is still lying back on the bed, and lets a moan run past her throat. This was certainly uncomfortable. Was Casey doing this on purpose to him? God it was killing him, getting him all nervous and crap like that. "I think..." still wondering over his lines, he turns back around, a bit jittery. Suddenly a line finds its way through his mouth, "There might be some shaking. Oh, riki-tiki-tiki-tiki." Out of all of his lines, he chooses the most odd, huh? He heard the bed springs loosen a little, but he doesn't look back to see Casey.

"Um, is everything alright?" Casey says with concern evident in her voice, though once again, there was that irritated undertone to it.

"Uhm, I'm a little nervous. It's just sometimes it takes a while for ..." he paused, suddenly remembering all of his lines. He blinked a few times, looking towards the ground.

"Oh!"

"... You know, inspiration to come."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Let Mommy help, hmm?" Casey spoke with a slight amused sound throughout her vocals, a slight purr heard. Moving towards Derek with that predatory gleam in her eyes, she grasps his crotch with a laugh of amusement. Caught off guard, Derek let out an unconscious gasp, Casey laughs a little more. "Does that inspire you?" she murmurs softly, whispering the words, before grabbing his clothes by the shoulders, and thrusting him towards the bed. Growling, Casey stalks towards him like all predators to their prey. The yellow like accenting her features, making her eyes glitter softly.

"Let's make love!"

"Make love?"

Crawling over his body, Casey's breath his ragged as she comes up to his face. He is seriously confused, his puzzlement clear from the lines that creased his brow. Casey is clearly amused, her face smiling as she looked down at him.

"You want to, don't you?"

"Well, I came to..." He was cut off by Casey's line.

"No, tell the truth."

Pretending to undo his tie, Casey is watching him with that same amusement in her expression. Derek has finally attempted to clear his confusion, though there were still signs of it on his face. His chocolate eyes were staring deeply into her own blue ones, and she paused for a moment, watching him with a tilted head. She licked her lips once, twice, thrice times before returning the script.

"Can't you feel the poetry?"

"What?!"

"Oh, come on. Feel it. Free the tiger!" Casey laughed openly, her head thrown back as she cried out with mirth. Derek stared at her with wonderment for a moment, watching as her creamy neck was out for display, his lips craving that skin beneath them. Her chocolate hair moved over her shoulders, and down past her breasts, to land directly below them. The brown locks of hair shone like waves in the dim lighting of his room. Resisting the urge to move out and touch them, Casey smirked down at them, before whispering softly. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you today."

"Big boy!" Skipping the one small part with Toulouse, Casey continued with the script with a full out smile on her face. "Yes, I need your poetry now!" Derek, stunned into silence, watched her as she stared down at him with that excited grin on her face. Scrunching his face together, he watched her carefully; the dim glitter in her eye was defiantly not fake.

"Oh, all right!" Derek says with a little exasperation in his tone, pushing Casey off so she landed softly on the bed. Almost glaring at him, Casey acted as though she was puzzled by his actions. "It's a little bit funny." Derek recited softly, and Casey watched him with that same curiosity stinging her eyes.

"What?"

"This f-feeling in-inside. I'm not one of those who can-who can easily hide. Is this-okay, is this what you want?" Derek questioned her with his eyes, watching the heaving chest of his step-sister from all of the work they had done already. She eyed him with her own speck of confusion, before making a face of understanding.

"Ohh, poetry, yes. Yes. Yes, this is what I want, naughty words! Oh!" Rolling around on the bed, Casey lets out an airy moan as she catches a side-ways glance at her script with a skeptical look, as though not believing that she actually had to do this. This certainly wasn't something that Casey would do everyday, and not something she even wanted to do right now! She was rolling around, giving out breathy moans, to her STEP-BROTHER!

"I-I don't have much money but..."

"Oh! Naughty!" What would her boyfriend think of her if she was like this? God, this play was going to make Lance go into depression, or on a rampage.

"... But boy if I did ..."

"Oh, yes!"

Making a strange face, Derek continues, "I'd buy a big house where we both-both could live." Derek was turned away from her, so Casey stopped her rolling and groaning, trying to catch her breath from such acts. This play was going to tire her out.

"Oh, I love them! Oh, it's so good!"

"If I were a sculptor-"

"Wonderful!"

He hears a thunk behind him, and glances over his shoulder to see Casey on the floor, looking up at him, gasping for breath.

"... But then again, no."

"Wonderful."

"Or a man who makes potions at a traveling show."

"Oh don't! Don't!"

Pausing, Derek sends a tentative glance back at his step-sister who is currently shoving her face in the carpet. But as he pauses, she tears her head up from his white carpets and almost screams. Her face is beat red from embarrassment

"No, no. Don't stop!"

"I know it's not much..."

"Give me more! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh!"

No even bothering to act like he was weirded out, Derek is sending Casey odd looks over his shoulder. She is still breathing a bit heavily, her chest heaving against the floor. Her eyes give her away though; they have the sparkle of mirth intertwined throughout their over-coat of attempted lust. Shaking his head, Derek continues.

"... But it's the best I can do."

"Oh, naughty! Don't stop! Yes! Yes!"

Derek, somehow discovering his cue to start singing, between the soft screams of fake pleasure from Casey, and his own jumbled thoughts. Turning towards his own window, he opens his mouth to let the music spill out.

"My gift is my song ..." The voice of an angel, the Drama teacher had said. Casey stopped her annoying moans and groans, her face tilted as she looked up at her step-brother. His mouth was hanging open as the words were done spilling from his lips. He was still looking out the window, the sight outside darkening as the day fell to blessed night. Letting his mouth close, he shut his eyes a few seconds, before continuing in a very soft, but unwavering voice, "... and this one's for you." As he spoke those simple five words, he turned around with the most meaningful look in his eyes. Casey was struck dumb by it, her eyes wide as he looked towards her. But she rose an eyebrow in suspicion as well, her eyes clearing speaking for her. 'What are you trying to pull?'

"And you can tell everybody that this is your song," he turned away from her, almost shy. His face flushes with the faint undertone of a blush on his cheeks. Casey was still a little out of it, her eyes watching his movements, her jaw still dropped slightly. "It may be quite simple, but now that it's done, I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is, now you're in the world." Turning completely away from her, Derek walked towards the window, as if transfixed by the sight outside. His hands tugged at the back of his shirt, a nervous gesture. Standing up from the ground, Casey followed with that strange look of awe written clearly across her features.

"Sat on the roof, and kicked off the moss, well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song," Turning to face Casey, Derek's brown hair fell on his face as he continued to sing to her. His mahogany eyes flicker slightly, the faintest emotion floating through them, as he moved towards her. Blue met brown, and Casey found herself being pulled towards him herself. "It's for people like you that keep it turned on. So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or it they're blue."

Extending a hand, Derek grasps it within his own and noticed the slightly uncertain smile that appeared on her lips. "Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," still grasping her hand, Derek pulls her closer, wrapping his other arm around her waist. Spinning her around with him, a smile gracing both of their features. Casey was trapped within his embrace, and didn't mind it at all; she actually enjoyed the feeling of fitting into his arms. But she stopped herself from becoming to comfortable; this wasn't going to be a long term thing. She was only doing this for the play! "And you can tell everybody that this is your song," he smiled so serenely down at her, his eyes sparkling as they danced around his room.

"It may be quite simple, but now that it's done ..." he stopped for a moment, looking down at her with all of the song stuck in his eyes. Casey couldn't help but think it was cute, the way he looked at her. She grinned back and Derek began his singing again, his voice just how she liked it, "I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is, now you're in the world." One arm looped around her waist, and one coming down to get her knees, Derek picked her up. Spinning Casey around as if she was extremely light, Derek had a silly grin on his face. He sang out the last verse before letting her stand on her own two feet. "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the world!" But before she could once more compose herself, Derek dipped her down and leaned in for a kiss, only to be stopped by her voice.

"Oh, I can't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with a young, handsome, talented duke," her voice was dreamy, her eyes half-lidded as they leaned in towards each other. Her brown tendrils fell away from her face, one lonely brown lock draped over her face. Derek laughed; his next line requested him of it.

"Duke?"

"Not that the title's important, of course."

"I'm not a duke."

"Not a duke?"

Their lips almost touching, Derek chuckled softly, speaking his last line for this scene, "I'm a writer." Casey pulled away from him, hands on his chest, her face showing that she was clearly appalled.

"A writer?"

Taking a huge breath, Casey got out of Derek's hold, but felt the intensity of his stare as he glanced after her. Brushing a few strands of brown hair from her eyes, Casey smiled openly at her step-brother. They had done a very good job with this scene, though she knew that she had over-acted the moaning and groaning. It was a bit weird to do all of that, but she had stepped directly into her character's shoes, it was so easy. She had felt so comfortable being around Derek, it was strange.

"Well, that was a nice rehearsal," she finally spoke up, breaking all train of thought. Nodding to herself, she played with the ends of her hair. "So, uh, Derek. That was very nice singing, never knew you had it in you." Her smile shrunk a little, but was still curling her lips as she regarded him. He nodded, taking his own deep breaths.

"God, singing like that kills me," Derek joked, chuckling softly at his own joke. "I don't know if I will be able to make it through the whole play singing." He ran a hand through his own brown hair, ruffling it up a bit. Casey moved towards his door, her hand out stretched to grasp the door knob when Derek's voice stopped her. "Tomorrow we have rehearsal, right?" Casey faltered for a moment, and looked over her shoulder, before looking down at the ground.

"Uhm... Yeah... Well, uh, see you in the morning," Casey's voice didn't waver, but her demeanor suggested something was wrong. Derek watched her attempt to open the door, but he stuck out a hand and closed it before she could escape. Looping a hand around her waist, he tugged her away from the door. "Derek, stop-" Her words weren't finished as he tossed her on the bed, softly landing above her, lips inches from her own.

"Close your eyes," he hissed softly, and she complied, though she didn't know why. As she did so, he leaned further and brushed their lips together, and he could see her stiffen beneath his hold. Then, without any warning, he crushed their lips together, she fell rigid beneath him. It wasn't how he expected her to take it, she was completely still beneath him as he pecked at her shut lips. She didn't open her eyes, and let out a breathy sigh, before attempting to push him off. But just then, the door cracked open a bit.

"Casey?" someone whispered through the door. Derek froze on top of her, his eyes opened a little wider then before.

Shit. Lance.

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Author's Notes: Thanks a lot for the reviews, they keep me alive. : Well most of this chapter was just going by the script, and it kind of sucked, but live with me here people. The next chapter will be amusing, I promise you. Who doesn't love a good jealousy? Oh, and I want to warn you all, that I probably won't be updating as quickly as I am now. I tend to get writers block in the middle of a story. But hopefully, I can keep this one going for a long time.

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