Life With Derek
The Trouble with Everything
Disclaimer: No, I don't own LWD, so sad…
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot – turns out, I can't write those, lol. Comments are love. Let me know what you think. I haven't written something quite like this before.
Rated: M - This is for a reason. If you don't like it, don't read it.
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Chapter 3
Dinner was somewhat quiet, the younger children eating the pot roast quickly, wanting to get back to their game as soon as possible, and Casey and Derek were busy not fighting. "Slow down guys", Nora said finally, "You don't have to finish the game tonight".
"We can't finish it", Lizzie finally wailed. "Every time one of us is about to get out, we win a bunch of money!"
"We can't stop Nora", Edwin said, "We have to beat the game", he finished darkly. Marti nodded seriously in agreement.
Casey sputtered out a laugh, "Couldn't you guys just… stop? Declare a three-way tie?"
"NO!" they all yelled.
She raised her hands in surrender, "It was just a suggestion, no need to bite my head off", she muttered.
Derek was shoveling food into his mouth, and it looked like he wasn't even bothering to chew, "I have a date tonight", he managed around mouthfuls.
Casey's head shot up and she glared at him, "With whom?"
"Tracey Keller", he replied easily, seemingly not at all bothered by the fact that his death was imminent.
"No you're not", Casey bit out angrily.
He just raised his eyes at her curiously, "I wasn't asking permission, Princess, least of all yours."
She glowered at him momentarily before looking down at her plate while everyone watched the exchange warily. Just when they thought that was the end of the conversation, Casey scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and flung them at Derek, landing squarely on his nose. By the time he figured out what happened and yelled, "Casey!" she was more than halfway up the stairs.
Derek went to the kitchen with his plate in hand and came out a few minutes later, sans the potatoes on his face. "I put my plate in the dishwasher", he said in an annoyed tone, "Now, if you don't mind, Nora, I have to have a few words with your daughter."
She exchanged a look with her husband, "If someone ends up dead, the survivor has to clean up the mess."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Don't be worried unless you haven't heard anything for more than ten minutes", he said dryly before walking purposefully up the stairs. Several minutes later everyone heard a door swing open and slam shut.
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"What the hell is wrong with you?" Derek growled in annoyance.
Casey whirled around to face him, "Stop 'dating' my cheerleader friends. You've already had a cheerleader. Your quota should be fulfilled."
His eyes softened slightly, "Case-" he started.
"I meant Amy", she retorted dryly.
He looked unconvinced, "Right. So you're telling me that you don't give a damn as long as I'm not dating a cheerleader? Bullshit, Casey."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, "If you think this has anything to do with anything but the fact I still don't want you dating my friends, then you're delusional."
"And I think that you're the worst liar on the whole damn planet", he retorted.
"Get out, Derek", she said tiredly. "I have to finish my English paper."
"And I have to get ready for my date", he repeated staring at her steadily.
Casey waved a finger through the air like wand, "Be gone", she said.
Derek quirked his head to the side, "Funny, you don't look like Marti. Oh, my god!" he cried in feigned horror. "Did you eat her?"
"Derek-" she started, but she stopped when he leaned down slightly to talk to her stomach, "Marti? Marti, don't worry. I'll save you from the Klutzilla Monster."
Casey backed up slightly, "O-kay, that's just way too creepy, even for you. Please get out now."
He smirked at her, "Have fun with your 'paper', Case. We both know that you finished proofreading it on Thursday."
"OUT!" she shrilled, throwing a pen at him.
He laughed before walking out and slamming the door shut behind him.
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Casey spent most of the night in her room reading, except for the half hour or so that she played banker for her younger siblings – she quit when she realized Edwin was better at it than her. She only stayed for a while longer before she went back to her room. She fell asleep before Derek had even gotten home from his date.
When Derek finally did come home, he made his way quietly up the stairs hoping not to get caught being half an hour late. As he passed Casey's room, he noticed her door was cracked open slightly and a light was still on. He pushed the door open quietly, wondering if she had actually been waiting up for him. But when he caught sight of her on the bed, his mouth quirked slightly into a grin. It was obvious that she had fallen asleep reading a book; it was lying next to her on the bed, still in her loose grip. Her hair was loose and fanned out across the pillows underneath her head.
Derek rolled his eyes lightly, preparing to put Casey to bed. He reached for her book and pried it gently from her fingers, making sure to use the bookmark. Once he had left her book upside down on her nightstand, and the next morning he had had to listen to her twenty minute speech about how books were friends and should be treated with respect. He shuddered. He would rather not hear that again, thank you, very much.
As he was setting it down, Derek got a good look at the cover. He smirked; Casey was reading her raunchy novels again. He wasn't even surprised anymore. He knew better than to believe that she was completely prim and proper, especially since he had witnessed most of her discretions in the past year first hand.
He shook the thoughts from his head and began rearranging the bed around her. For once, Derek was grateful that Casey was already dressed for bed and he wouldn't have to wake her up to change. She was quite pissy the entire next day if she had slept in her jeans the night before. He maneuvered her under the covers carefully and moved the extra pillow out from under her head to lie next to her.
Not thinking, he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead before he turned off her table lamp and exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
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Halloween came and went with little fanfare. Marti dressed up like a fairy dog – it was a dog costume and she wore her fairy wings over top of it. She convinced Lizzie and Edwin to take her out to get candy – a feat that surprisingly required very little pouting. They invited Michelle along who was bringing her younger sister Tara and their friend Kevin, deciding to have a few hours of fun together.
Derek, of course, didn't pass on the opportunity to make a bigger deal of pranking Casey than usual. The most notorious prank – and the last – was the severed head in the refrigerator. He not only scared Casey with it, but also, both Edwin and Nora. And while Edwin's only response was a varied version of Casey's, "Der-ek!", Nora and Casey's responses were followed with dire consequences.
Nora had come home from a last minute candy run and also stopped to get milk. She poured herself a glass before moving to put the gallon container in the fridge. Derek decided to sneak up on her at the same time, but he hadn't fully anticipated her reaction. He had gotten just within reach when she got the door open, but before he could do anything, she saw the head. Her shriek brought the rest of the household into the kitchen. The concerned looks on their faces turned to hysterical laughter when they noticed Derek was doused in milk. Nora had sputtered angrily for a few moments, demanding to know what was so funny until she went to take a drink from her now empty glass. She looked at it oddly before finally figuring out what had happened and bursting into laughter as well.
Derek stood there with a perturbed look on his face until he heard Casey behind him say, "Really, Derek? If you wanted to get your hair conditioned, all you had to do was ask." She let out a snicker, "Besides, Mayonnaise works waayy better than milk."
Derek turned to retort, but before he could say anything, Nora smacked him in the back of the head. "That's for scaring the crap outta me", she explained calmly. She handed him the severed head with a grimace, "Please get that out of here".
The next afternoon, before their parents had gotten home from work, the head was back in the refrigerator. Casey found it when she went to grab a water bottle. Derek heard her from all the way upstairs in his room with the door shut and his music blaring. He wasn't surprised when a few minutes later she was in his room and whacking him with the pillow that he had been leaning against until she ripped it out from behind him.
A few minutes later, she ran out of steam. Casey inhaled deeply before leaning in close to his face, "If you ever want to use your 'happy little friend' ever again you will get that disgusting thing out of the fridge now! And I don't ever want to see it again!" she growled menacingly.
He chuckled as she left and slammed his door loudly behind her.
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Later that night, after the kids were in bed, Derek went to find Casey. She had ignored him for most of the night after the incident. He went into her room without knocking, shutting the door and locking it. She was sitting at her desk with her back to him checking her mail. "Go away, Derek", she said calmly, not turning around.
He said nothing, just walking right up behind her silently. She jumped slightly when his hands gently gripped her shoulders. His hands worked her muscles in her neck and upper back and she slowly relaxed. He dropped a kiss behind her right ear and smirked as her typing faltered. Eventually, she gave up on the pretense of ignoring him altogether. When her head rolled to the side, he saw her eyes were closed and decided to give in to temptation. He slid a hand lightly across the bare skin of her neck, watching the ripple of goose bumps appear on her skin.
He slid his flat hand down the front of her shirt carefully, hoping she wouldn't remember to smack him. She let out a quiet moan as his hand cupped her left breast. Then she froze. Dammit to hell. She moved precisely, gripping his wrist and moving his hand from dangerous territory as she pulled away slightly to spin her chair around to face him. She crossed her arms and looked up at him sternly. "I'm still mad at you", she stated evenly.
"So?" he questioned seriously. What was her point?
"So, your hands should stay out of my shirt!" she exclaimed. "Besides, do you really think you could make me forget that I was mad at you indefinitely, just because your hand wandered to my breast?"
"Uh, duh", he said, making a face.
"Yeah, not really gonna happen", she stated unsympathetically. "Now, would you get out? I want to go to bed."
He plopped down ungracefully on her bed, "Okay, let's go to bed then."
Casey looked up at him, startled, "Alright, let me rephrase that, then. I actually plan on sleeping, Derek. And, not only am I still mad at you, but there's no way in hell that you're sleeping in here." She stood up and walked to her dresser, in what Derek assumed was supposed to be some sort of dismissal. Not a chance in hell.
He moved behind her quietly and spun her around to face him. "Casey, stop. I get it, okay?"
She raised an eyebrow slightly, "Get what?"
He sighed. She was always so damn stubborn. "I get why, even though you seem to have no problem crawling into my bed, you don't want anything to happen in yours. I know you think that as long as it stays in there", he motioned to their shared wall, "that it doesn't mean anything, and that you don't have to worry about being more than all of the sluts you think I've had in my bed. But, newsflash, Case, there haven't been that many."
"You don't know anything", she said, staring at him grimly.
His mouth tightened slightly, "Sometimes, Casey, I really want to shake you".
Casey rolled her eyes and looked across the room, pointedly ignoring him – until he started rifling through her dresser. "Derek, what are you-"
He threw something at her, "Change, now", he said sternly. "Then we're going to bed, to sleep, dumbass."
They stared silently at each other until she felt she might go cross-eyed. "Asshole", she muttered finally. She turned away from him unnecessarily, ripping her shirt over her head angrily, only to replace it with her blue Skittles t-shirt. She peeled off her jeans in favor of the white pair of shorts, and turned back around. It appeared that he was just barely holding back laughter. He was infuriating! "Ugh", she whined, "Why won't you just get out?"
"We're not talking about this anymore", he said walking towards her. "Bed, now", he said determinedly.
Her hand was pressed against his chest, stopping him from invading her space further, "Knock it off, Derek. You're not sleeping in here."
He sighed before tossing her over his shoulder long enough to make it to the bed and tossed her onto it. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, as he roughly pulled the covers into place, apparently thinking that they would duct tape her to the bed. He climbed off the bed long enough to switch off the light and climbed under the blankets with her. She turned her back to him, "Why are you in here?" she asked in exasperation.
Instead of answering her, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, trapping her against him, her back to his chest, "This works a lot better when you stop thinking. Relax."
He felt her deep intake of breath as she allowed her muscles to loosen, "Fine, but, Derek, I swear, if you assault me in my sleep, I'm going to kill you!" she growled dangerously.
He chuckled, "Before or after I'm done 'assaulting' you?" he questioned in an insinuating tone.
"Shut up, jerk face", she grumbled, drowsiness beginning to overtake her.
"Go to sleep, Spacey", he laughed, the vibration traveling through both of their bodies.
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Sunday passed fairly quickly for Casey, seeing as she spent most of the day studying in her room, preparing for finals. It was ten o'clock when she was interrupted again. "Casey, stop studying."
She jumped slightly, "Der-ek, you scared me!" She looked over at him from her sitting position on the bed.
He rolled his eyes, "It's after ten, Case, and you've been studying for two weeks straight already. I think you're done for the night."
She flitted a hand in his direction, "I just want to finish this chapter."
"When do finals start, Casey?" he asked seriously.
"December ninth! Derek, how do you not know that! Oh, my god! You're going to fail your finals! You won't get into college, and you'll be living here for the rest of your life!" she shrieked out in a panicked tone. "It's okay! I can help you study! We have to start immediately!"
Derek smacked himself in the forehead, "Alright, come on, crazy girl. Step away from the book", he said, approaching her cautiously as he reached out to take her history book out of her too tight grip.
"No", she whined, "I have to study"; she held the book to her chest protectively.
He stopped, "Isn't it a little early for the finals freak out?" He peered at her curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"I have to study", she repeated childishly.
Before she had time to react, he dove for the book. After a brief tussle, he slid the book under the bed.
"Derek! Give it back!" she yelled furiously.
He was now standing on the opposite side of the bed than he had started on; he was standing with his arms folded across his chest peering down at her, standing close enough to her that she couldn't stand up without falling back onto the bed. Casey was trapped. "What?!" she bit out crankily.
He stared at her steadily for a few moments, trying to read her expression. "C'mon, Case", he said after a few minutes, pulling her up to stand in front of him as he backed up slightly. He pulled her around the bed to the center of the room before she stopped him.
"What are we doing?" she asked warily.
He turned around to look at her, putting his hands on her shoulders, taking the typical pose he used to talk her into doing things, "I'm only gonna say this once, Case. You are going to stop pushing yourself to study past the point of exhaustion. If you don't, you're going to end up sick – again." He looked at her pointedly, reminding her of the spring finals when she had almost passed out at school and he had had to take her home.
"So?" she wondered blankly, her face expressionless.
"Casey, don't do that", he said sharply.
She winced, "Sorry", she muttered. He pulled at her arm again, but she stood still, "You didn't answer my question. What are we doing?"
He smirked slightly, "I was thinking something along the lines of something… fun", he finished, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Derek", she whined. But he laughed at her twitching lips as she bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep from smiling. He traced her bottom lip lightly. "Persuade me", she whispered finally.
He raised an eyebrow at her in a challenge. She copied his motion and crossed her arms in an attempt to look somewhat stern. He grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly against him and kissed the side of her neck while one arm wrapped around her lower back and the other went into her hair and gently tugged her scrunchie from her hair and he ran his hand through it. After a minute, he pulled back to look at her slightly dazed expression, "Well?" he questioned curiously.
"Eh", she shrugged noncommittally. "I'm undecided."
He rolled his eyes, "Undecided my ass", he grumbled, "Why do you always have to be so damn difficult, woman?"
She smiled cheekily and leaned against him to whisper in his ear, "It's always worth more when you have to fight for it." He didn't give her a chance to pull back very far before he tossed her over his shoulder, "The over the shoulder thing is getting a little – oww!" she yelped and smacked his back in retaliation after he pinched her thigh.
"Quiet, Spacey", he said as he headed out into the hallway towards his room.
"Dammit, Derek, not in the hallway", she hissed, "put me down!"
He set her down, only after he had shut and locked his bedroom door, "Happy now?"
She poked him in the chest, "How stupid can you be? You can't just carry me down the hallway like a caveman!"
He grabbed her around the waist and spun them around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was standing in between his legs. He slid the side of her shirt up slightly, running a finger over her hipbone. "Three more months", he said. "Are you still gonna want to do it? Or are you going to chicken out?"
"I'm not going to chicken out", Casey said indignantly.
"Twenty bucks says you will", Derek said looking up at her smugly.
"Easiest twenty dollars I'll ever make", she said lightly, brushing her bangs back off of her forehead.
Derek smirked, "I'm gonna be nice and not say anything about that", he said laughing.
Casey groaned, "Ass", she murmured, smacking his shoulder. His hands tightened on her waist as he pulled her down on his lap. "Are you still gonna want to come with me?" she questioned seriously. Three months was pretty damn far away.
He snorted, "Do you really think I would let you go by yourself regardless?"
"I could get Emily to come with me", she said nonchalantly.
He glared at her, "Knock it off, Case."
She would have laughed but for the fact that he was being serious for once. She straddled his lap casually and kissed his neck. "Sorry", she whispered meaning it.
He nipped at her collarbone and she tugged on his hair in retaliation. "Shirt off, now", she muttered tightly. She felt the laughter in his chest as she pulled at his t-shirt in annoyance until he helped her, and his shirt was tossed carelessly to the floor. "Back up", she said quietly.
They moved towards the middle of the bed together until Casey pushed him flat on his back so her body curled over his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him slowly. She felt his hands trace her spine before they slid up the back of her shirt and Derek unsnapped her bra quickly. She sighed softly against his mouth as his hands left hot trails over her sides and stomach setting her body on fire. She rocked her hips against him and he let out a groan against her neck.
"You make me crazy", Derek muttered as he grasped her shirt and bra and tugged them gently over her head only to toss them away.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual", she said breathlessly as his hands covered her momentarily.
He flipped them over so he was now hovering over her and they moved again until he had her pressed against the pillows. Her hands wandered his toned torso until he moved to unbutton her jeans and he caught both of her hands in his left and pinned the over her head. He stared down at her while undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. She tilted her hips up in invitation and he chuckled. Instead of pulling her jeans down, he slid his hand precisely under the cloth until he encountered her heat.
She let out a whine as he slid a finger inside her and he groaned. "Derek", she pleaded.
"Casey", he whispered in a rough voice as he pulled her pants of her hips and down her long legs harshly. His fingers teased her through the remaining silky fabric and her breathing faltered momentarily. She managed to get his pants off with a little bit of effort and she spread her legs a little farther as she felt him press against her.
"Fuck", she moaned into his shoulder.
A few seconds later, the remaining pieces of clothing now gone, Casey was lying on her side with Derek behind her. She turned her head back to look at him, "What are you doing?" she whispered.
He lifted her right leg and hooked it over his hip as he thrust into her slowly. "Still need an explanation?" he asked laughing hoarsely.
She opened her mouth to answer but he thrust into her again, harder this time, and she let out a soft cry. "What – why-?" she gave up making an effort to speak as his left arm slipped under her body to pull her closer and his right slid around her front, leaving his fingers very close to her – "Ohh", she let out a breathy sigh.
He kept the slow paced thrusting as he rubbed his fingers against her. "Casey", he muttered into her hair as she matched his movements, rocking against him. She let out a whimper as his teeth scraped against her shoulder blade and ran a finger over her nipple.
"Harder", she gasped out as he thrust into her again. She was almost to the edge, but she seemed to be caught on the precipice.
He moved enough to flip her flat on her back and thrust into her again as he pinned her hands over her head. "Let go, Casey", he said, finally getting a good look at her face. "Whatever it is, just let it go." He kept an even pace, and with a few strategic nudges of his fingers, her body began to quiver.
She buried her face in his shoulder, "Derek", she moaned out.
Her muscles tightened and convulsed around him and he fell over the precipice with her. "Casey", he breathed a gust of hot air against her breastbone as she trembled.
