Title: In the Bathroom
Author: Kathea
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Derek/Casey
Category: Romance
Summary: Oh the things that can happen in a bathroom
AN: Okay, not anywhere near my normal fandom and not really sure what compelled me to write this but here it is. I think LWD came on Disney America after I got out of college, so I'm a little overage. This is set towards the end of their senior year. And I know nothing about hockey except for the one Washington Caps game I went to in high school (which was many moons ago).
Chapter 2: In Your Dreams
Casey leaned hard against the bathroom door. Quickly flicking the lock, Casey turned to face the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed. She tried the deep breathing exercises that Paul had suggested she use when Derek upset her. Somehow, she was sure, that Paul never imagined this scenario. Casey could, in an objective sense, say that Derek was an attractive guy. She wasn't blind after all. He was fit and muscled but not overwhelmingly so. Casey hadn't expected his body to incite that kind of response in her. Not something so deep and feral. Taking a deep cleansing breath, Casey opted for a cooler shower. It seemed to work for guys.
When Casey emerged from the shower, Lizzie was waiting in the hallway and Derek's door was shut. Casey rolled her eyes at her sister as the music pounding from Derek's room was just under ear-splitting. Flopping on the bed in her room, Casey inserted ear plugs and the music muted to a rumble. She reached for a favorite book but after a few pages, her concentration slipped. She couldn't focus on the story. Her mind kept drifting back to Derek. Giving up, Casey burrowed under the covers and willed herself to sleep.
It was steamy in the bathroom. More than normal. Casey reached out to see her hand in front of her face and jolted when that same hand touched warm, damp skin. Derek emerged from the steam mere inches from her. No smirk. No smile at all. His eyes were hot, boring into hers. Movement caught Casey's gaze and her eyes followed a single drop begin the slow slide his neck, over the hollow of his throat and down his chest. Something primal and wanton reared within Casey, inhibitions crashing to the floor, and suddenly she was catching the errant drop with her tongue and following the path backwards. Warm hands gripped her biceps and pulled her closer. Their bodies bumped against each other and Casey realized they were both very naked. Before she could freak out, Derek slid a hand up to cup her cheek and raise her lips to his. Casey inhaled in anticipation..
Casey jolted fully awake from her dream, heart racing in her chest.
"Holy shit."
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How Derek managed to get up the stairs was a mystery. His hockey kit was in a heap on the floor by the front door. Even the relief of dropping that burden didn't help. It had been a brutal game. He was sure that one forward player on the opposing team was too old to be playing in high school hockey, he was certainly too big. Derek had lost count of the number of time he'd slammed in to the boards. The docs said nothing was broken, that and winning were the only consolations. If he was a girl, he would've cried. Contemplating getting out of his shirt just might make him cry. Muscles that were loose after the game were now stiff and painfully tight.
Derek shouldered his way into the bathroom, not bothering to fully shut the door behind him. He toed off shoes and socks. Sweats pooled at this feet. Stealing himself against the pan, Derek gripped the bottom of his shirt. He'd only pulled it up a few inches before his back spasmed painfully. Derek dropped to the toilet seat with a groan. He had to force himself to expel the breath he was holding. He so badly wanted the warmth of the shower that he was tempted to get in with the shirt still on.
The door squeaked as it was nudged open by a bare foot. Derek's eyes stared at the pale pink toes, up the shapely leg to the concerned? eyes of his step-sister. She leaned a hip against the door frame and watched as Derek attempted the struggle with his shirt.
"Are you okay?" Casey asked in a forced bored voice.
"Aww, princess. You do care." Derek grunted out as the t-shirt won again. He sighed in defeat. "Rough game."
"Do you need help?" Casey replied watching his knuckles whiten as he gripped his knees.
"I knew it! You just want me naked." Derek snarked.
"Yep. That's it. I want you." Casey was surprised by the nonchalance in her own voice. "Seriously. One time offer. Do you need help?" Casey said shortly.
"Yes." Was Derek's whispered response. Casey edged into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. Feigning clinical confidence, Casey stepped between Derek's legs and reached down his back for the hem of his shirt.
"Ready?" Casey whispered in his ear. Derek nodded and buried his head in her stomach. Casey gently pulled the shirt up until it bunched under his armpits. Derek's hand clenched around her knees as Casey quickly pulled the shirt up and over his head. He hissed as his arms were compressed against his sides. Casey pulled the shirt down his arms and Derek sighed in relief. His head was still buried in her stomach. Casey ran soft fingers down the bruises blossoming on his back. "Oh, Derek." was her soft exclamation. He was going to hurt even worse in the morning.
"Just what I always wanted to hear you say." Derek leaned back and attempted to grin. Casey snuck a hand behind the curtain and turned on the water. Her eyes were angry and conflicted.
"This never happened." Casey turned on her heel and stomped out the door.
Shucking his boxers, Derek gingerly stepped into the shower, letting the warm water pound on his abused back. Derek was unsettled and Derek didn't do unsettled because it implied feelings. And Derek sure as hell didn't do feelings. He just needed to even the playing field.
