A/N: Unbelievably, another chapter up. Sorry for the cliffie last time, but it just makes this chapter all the more exciting, right? Enjoy!
"I can't believe they almost caught us!" Derek whispered harshly.
"It's not my fault! You wanted me to lie! You know I'm a terrible liar!" Casey whispered back.
"I know you're a terrible liar, but I figured that you'd pull it out, just this once, because you were scared Nora would catch us!"
"Wait, you're calling me a terrible liar?" Derek, that's so mean!"
Derek threw his hands in the air and dragged them over his face. WHY is she being so difficult right now? She almost got us caught, and then who KNOWS what would have happened? We'd be so dead.
"Case," Derek said, sitting down next to Casey and putting his arm around her shoulders, "you're the one that said that you're a terrible liar, not me. And you can't be that bad—we didn't get caught."
"Yet," Casey replied witheringly, shrugging him off.
"Maybe, but we haven't gotten caught. So let's come up with a game plan … hopefully one that doesn't include you accidentally getting hit in the neck with a falling dictionary." Derek grinned.
"What about you? 'Uh, Dad, Nora, I didn't want to tell you … but … we have to do a transvestite project for school next semester and Sam's sister was helping me with my makeup,'" Casey mocked.
"I know, that was pretty bad, but it was worse when Marti asked what a transvestite was. Have you ever seen my dad turn green like that before? It's like he swallowed a bug!" Derek dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"Derek, shh, someone might hear you!"
"Chills, Case, it's not like you haven't come into my room at night before. Besides, I could be on the phone or watching a movie or something. Nothing to see here. Yet." Derek reached behind Casey's neck and brushed her hair out of the way.
"No! Derek, not here! We already had one close call, we don't need another," Casey whisper-shrieked, standing up and moving to the back wall.
"But Casey … I'm need you! Don't tell me that you don't need me too."
"Well …" Casey hesitated, looking undecided about her next move. Yes! Derek thought. She needs me too! Maybe tonight will work out better than I thought!
"Fine, Derek, but be quiet. You know how you get into it."
"No more than you, Case. Should I get an extra pillow out just in case?" Derek winked. Mmm, maybe I better … she practically destroyed my last one, she was gripping and biting at it so hard.
"Jerk," Casey muttered, taking off her shirt and heading for the far side—her side—of the bed, "just for that, you're not getting step 1 tonight."
Derek laughed a little, not knowing if she was joking or not. Casey and her steps. Only she would code what we do into neatly-divided steps. What happened to bases? Or just enjoying yourself? God help me … this girl is amazing.
"Oh, really?" Derek asked rakishly. "How about if I do this?" He nuzzled his face into her neck and started kissing her along her jawline.
Casey moaned lightly and curved her body into his. "No … mmmm … I probably wouldn't. Not if you keep doing that."
"How about this?" Derek asked, lightly kissing her throat down to the base of her neck and settling into the groove there.
"That's good too," Casey sighed, shifting her weight.
"And this?" Derek continued his path of slow kisses down her body.
"Mmmm …"
They lapsed into silence as they continued to kiss and caress each other. There was nothing urgent about the way they moved; they were able to take their time with each other. Derek could feel a warm flush radiating throughout Casey's body, and he felt his own blood pump a little faster in response. Adrenaline rushed through his body, and suddenly, urgency presented itself. Derek felt Casey meet his rush, and the intensity between them began to grow. It swelled bigger and bigger, until …
"Derek?" a voice called out.
"Edwin!" Casey and Derek whispered together.
A look of sheer panic crossed Casey's face, and Derek imagined that his face had the same look. He thought fast.
"Casey … hide!" She rolled into the space between the bed and the closet, and Derek flipped on the television, frantically scanning for something that may have remotely sounded like what they had been doing. When he found it, he replied:
"What do you want, Ed?"
"Can I come in?"
"Uh … sure." Derek casually (he hoped) threw an arm over his head with the clicker in the other.
Edwin opened the door and surveyed the scene. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"
"Actually, you kind of did. My TV watching. Now what do you want?"
"Uh, nothing, really, I just heard some funny noises and wanted to see what they were myself." Then Edwin caught a glance of what was on the television. "Oh. Never mind, I get it. Carry on, bro." Edwin smirked.
"Like I need your permission. Anything else?"
"Nope." Edwin turned to leave. "Hey, what's this?!"
Derek looked at what Edwin had picked up and paled slightly. Damnit, Casey, your shirt!
"Derek, why do you have a woman's shirt in your room?"
"Uh, the transvestite project again?" Derek asked hopefully.
"I'm not buying it," Edwin answered. "Tell me what's really going on."
"Ed, nothing's going on," Derek answered.
"Fine, Derek, then you leave me no choice. Liz and I will just have to investigate." Edwin spun around, poised to leave the room.
"Whatever, Ed, do what you need to do, there's nothing going on."
"Whatever you say, bro. But whoever she is, she wears the same clothes as Casey."
Edwin left, and Casey popped her hear up from the far side of the bed. "Derek! He's on to us! Did you hear that?"
"Casey, easy," Derek replied, "he had your shirt, the one you wore to dinner, in his hands and didn't figure it out. We're fine."
"You really think so?" Casey's eyed darted nervously to the door.
"Yes, I really think so. Now let's finish what we started."
Derek let out a happy little sigh when Casey rejoined him under the covers and started back where she left off.
A/N: So?? Thoughts? The main question I have is this: do I need to bump up the rating from T to M? I'm not really outlining anything (obviously), but we're starting to get into some dicey water here. Personally, I think it's fine to keep it where it is because we don't really know what they're up to, but I'd like to hear your thoughts. Also, I have some info on the 2009 Hollywood Book Festival on my profile ... go check it out!
