"What about this one?" Casey asked taking a shiny silver shirt out of Derek's closet.
"Nah. Too fancy." Derek replied from his reclining pose on his bed.
"It's no fancier than the black silk one you just made me pack." Graduation was a few days ago and they were due to leave for Paris in a few more days.
"That one's for going out to dinner and stuff. The silver one is for stuff like clubs."
Casey rolled her eyes. She knew exactly why she was packing for him, but he was trying her patience. "We will be going to clubs. Besides you might want it for Amsterdam."
"Since when are we going to Amsterdam?"
"Since you begged me for weeks to get us to go there." she pointed out.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that."
"Big surprise. I'll pack it anyway. You'll probably want it at some point on this trip."
"Casey? Why are we doing this trip again?" he asked watching her fold up a few pairs of jeans and put them in the dufflebag.
"Because we're both going off to college after the summer and we wanted to spend time together where I don't have to try and teach you the quadratic formula." Casey blushed and turned back to the closet.
"You wanted us to spend time together?" Casey could hear the laugh in his voice.
"You got a problem with that?"
He looked surprised at her aggressive tone. "No. But a whole summer with you visiting Europe? Sounds a little gay."
"I knew you'd say that. And it's not gay. It's getting you a bit of culture. Besides we're going to Amsterdam purely so you can see me cut loose and party with the best of them."
"I didn't know you could do that."
"Why do you think I own a black leather miniskirt? I've been known to cut loose but I don't often get the chance to in Canada."
"And you think Amsterdam will be different?" Derek looked sceptical.
"Derek, Amsterdam may appear to be innocent by day, but by night it may as well be a different city. We're gonna party up in that town."
"If you say so."
Casey rolled her eyes. "There's also a lot of nudie beaches in France."
Derek sat up. "Now I'm in."
Casey laughed. "Considering how we planned it months ago and have all the tickets ready for us to leave in a couple of days, I think you've been in from the start."
"Whether I like it or not, I gather." Derek smirked at her as she sat down on the end of the bed and picked up her list.
"Something's been forgotten. What is it?"
He lay back lazily. "I don't know. You're in charge."
"Going out. Check. Everyday. Check. Pj's. Check. Swimming trunks. Check. Underpants. …Underpants. Not check."
"You're not touching my pants."
"Like I'd want to." Casey shuddered. "Pack your own boxers."
"How do you know I wear boxers?" he looked at her suspiciously.
"I live with you Derek. And I've caught you dancing and jamming on your guitar in them more than once."
Derek blushed. "I never did that."
"Your blush says otherwise. Besides I have the video tape to prove it."
"What video?"
"I'm not saying any more."
"Yes you are." Derek stood up.
"No… I'm not." Casey's eyes glanced towards the door. Unfortunately Derek was in the way.
"You are, if I say you are."
Casey's eyebrow twitched. "Wanna bet?"
For a few moments they stared at each other and then in a swift movement Casey leapt on the bed and ran across it to the door. He caught her as she made to jump off the bed. Being far stronger than her he pinned her on the floor.
"Gross, Derek. This floor hasn't been cleaned in years." Casey complained as he wrestled her arms so they were pinned above her head.
"So?"
"This isn't the best start to our holiday is it?"
Derek shook his head. "For once I agree." He chuckled slightly. "Tell me what was on that tape." He said gently.
"No." she said almost flirtatiously. "You'll have to kill me first."
"Don't tempt me."
She laughed. "Sometimes temptation can open windows when doors close."
"You're talking in riddles again. Stop it."
"Let me up."
He shook his head with a devastatingly gorgeous smirk on his face. "Not gonna happen."
Casey's eyebrow quirked again and she pursed her lips slightly. She noticed his eyes were drawn to them. Very subtly she licked her lips and could swear she saw his eyes grow hungrier.
Derek pulled his eyes from her lips and focussed on her eyes. He could feel the temperature rising between them. Something in his not overly exerted mind was telling him that he wanted to kiss those moist lips and find out if they were actually as soft and velvety as they looked. But something in the back of his brain pointed out that he would lose his privates if he did that. It was Casey after all.
Yes, it was Casey. And, although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, she had been popping into his thoughts a lot more than usual recently. But kissing her? That would take some serious guts…or a bottle of strong vodka shared between them.
They just stared at each other until Edwin stumbled into the room and saw them on the floor like that. Casey woke up and, with surprising strength, pushed him back and bolted past Edwin who stared at Derek in surprise.
"What?" Derek asked, as innocently as he could.
Maybe this holiday was going to be more interesting than he thought.