Derek's Favorite Form of Torture6
Summary: Casey and Derek always have something to fight about, but what happens when Derek finds his favorite form of torture?
Rating: M (this is for a reason, so don't say I didn't warn you!!)
Disclaimer: I still don't own LWD; rub it in why don't you?? A/N: Well, the last chapter was fun right? I thought so, I loved writing it. As if it wasn't obvious. I just couldn't end it.
Chapter 5 Flashback:
- Thiswas not her room. Her eyes shot all the way opened; this was Derek's room. Why was she in here?
- Casey went to her dresser and began looking through her underwear drawer. Why couldn't she find a matching…anything? Derek! She was going to murder him… Nope, worse. She was going to wake him up… After she got dressed. Then he was going to be in so much trouble.
- She picked up the phone on the third ring, "Sam, what's up?"
-"See you in about fifteen minutes."
- He heard Casey answer the phone in her room, and he tried to go back to sleep, he had had the weirdest dream that he had slept with Casey last night.
- DER-EK! Where are the rest of my bras and underwear!?"
-"So, you gonna tell me what you're missing, or should I find out for myself?"
- Her eyes went wide as he backed through the door. "I'll let Sam in", he said before winking at her obscenely. "Close your mouth, Case, you'll catch flies."
--
Chapter 6:
Derek's POV:
Derek trampled down the stairs with about as much grace as an elephant on roller-skates. He opened the door just in time to see his best friend about to press on the doorbell again.
"Hey, Sammy", Derek said, finally letting in his friend.
"Hey, D, Casey finally get you up?" Sam asked.
Derek raised his eyebrows, clearly Sam didn't mean that the way it sounded, he hoped, "Huh?"
Sam's forehead creased in confusion. "Casey said you were still asleep when I called. She was going to wake you up, and possibly kill you, but I'm not quite sure about the last part. She was acting all squirrel-ly."
Derek, no longer confused, was kind of wondering why Casey had been so calm this morning. He would get to the bottom of this… after he found some food.
He gave Sam a look, before saying, "We both know Casey is a little nuts."
Derek was making his way towards the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He went to open the door to see a pizza delivery guy holding three pizzas. He looked at the guy standing in his doorway before holding up a finger and making his way to the landing on the bottom set of stairs and yelling, "Case, did you order pizza?"
A few seconds later, her voice trailed down the stairs, "Yeah, just a minute."
Derek shook his head, not bothering to answer that before he took his wallet out of his back pocket and handed the guy thirty-five dollars, and grabbed the pizzas.
As he turned he saw Casey on the stairs. "I was going to pay for that", she said, holding up some money.
He smirked at her before saying, "You took too long. And as long as one of these is for me, I don't care", and he went into the kitchen.
And for the second time that morning, he left her standing with her mouth dropped open.
--
Casey's POV:
10 minutes earlier:
Her eyes went wide as he backed through the door. "I'll let Sam in", he said before winking at her obscenely. "Close your mouth, Case, you'll catch flies."
And with that parting statement, he was gone.
She could not believe he had just done that. Granted, things were weird between them, but that was… unnecessary.
I will not freak out, she told herself. It didn't work.
"Stupid Derek", she mumbled.
Slowly she made her way out of his room and walked to hers. She shut the door quietly and locked it. Going to her bed, she knelt down to look underneath it. She groaned in annoyance as she saw the bag sitting there in plain sight.
After quickly sorting through her things to make sure everything was there, she found the striped thong that matched her bra and slid it up under her skirt; then she tossed her belongings back in their assigned drawer.
She took a quick look in the mirror, making sure her clothes were neat, and quickly tip-toed back into Derek's room. She made quick work of short-sheeting his bed, and was just stepping out into the hallway when she heard the doorbell, and then Derek calling her name.
--
Casey closed her mouth, realizing she must look like a fish, and followed Derek and Sam cautiously into the kitchen, not able to ignore her growling stomach any longer.
She sat down between Derek and Sam at the island after grabbing a paper plate and a water bottle from the fridge. She was half-way through her second piece when the phone rang. She stood up, wiping her greasy fingers on a napkin, and walked into the living room, wanting the cordless phone.
"Hello?" Casey muttered into the phone.
"Casey, honey, it's Mom." Casey heard her mother's voice in the phone and held back a sigh.
"Hi, Mom", she said, loudly. She headed to the kitchen, knowing, no doubt, Nora would also want to speak with Derek. "What's up?"
"Well, I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was alright. We're all a little worried that you might have killed Derek since the last time we talked", Nora sighed. "You two are at least attempting to get along aren't you?"
"Sure, Mom", Casey grimaced, at the lie, thankful that she couldn't be seen through the phone. "Wait, what do you mean, you're all worried?"
Casey was leaning against the kitchen sink, frowning as Derek came over to listen to the conversation. "Give me the phone", he said quietly.
She shook her head, knowing this wouldn't end well.
"Casey-", Derek tried to take the phone from her, but she dodged, while trying to pay attention to her mother explaining that the thought of Casey and Derek left alone without any interference, was a little disturbing in light of their incapability to get along for more than five minutes without a disaster.
Casey took a deep breath to calm her nerves; she hated lying to her mother. "Mom", she said soothingly, "Derek and I are fine. You and George have enough to worry about while you're gone, so please trust me when I say that everything is fine… Well, at least it could be worse", she finished, trying for a half-truth.
Nora sighed, again. "Alright", she said, unwillingly. "I know you're responsible, Casey. And for some reason, Derek has become more responsible recently, so I'll try not to worry. But I want you to call if something happens that we would need to know about. Deal?"
Crap, Casey thought, too late for that, Mom. Her mother was making her feel guilty over the phone, this was not happening. "That sounds reasonable", Casey said. She saw Derek wince at the fake-cheeriness of her tone, and motion for the phone again.
Casey held up a finger. "Mom, Derek wants to talk to you. Did you need anything else?"
"Oh, right", Nora replied, seeming frazzled, "I sent you an email this morning of the list of things I want you to pick up for Marti's party. Let me know if you have any problem figuring it out. And you can use my ATM card for that stuff."
"Alright, Mom, that's fine. I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow anyway. I'll look then. Here's Derek."
He grabbed the phone from her quickly, obviously knowing she was about to crack. "About time", he mouthed to her.
"Hey, Nora."
--
Casey ignored the one-sided conversation, going to take her seat and finish her cold pizza. Sam was looking at her quizzically; she turned slightly to raise an eyebrow at him. "What?" she asked.
Sam eyed her cautiously, "What's going on? You guys are acting weird."
Casey was saved from answering when she heard Derek was talking to Marti.
"Tell Marti I said hi", she said.
A few minutes later Marti was on speakerphone regaling them with yesterday's trip to the park with Lizzie and Edwin. Apparently they played with a puppy, ate ice cream and played on the swing-set. Then they played hide-and-seek, but they decided not to do that again when she and Lizzie lost Edwin.
She was also surprisingly happy that she got to share a room with Lizzie, seeing as she had never had to share a room before.
They talked for about twenty minutes, until Marti's favorite show was coming on, and then she hung up. But not until she sternly told Smerek to be nice to Casey, and made Sammy promise to come over for a play-date with her when they got back.
Casey couldn't help but grin, "She's definitely your sister, Derek."
He smirked at her, "Was there any doubt?"
"Nope."
--
Derek's POV:
Casey had gone to answer the phone, so he had continued to happily devour his pizza. At least until he heard she was talking to Nora. Then he was decidedly worried.
He went to inconspicuously listen to their conversation, until Casey tried to hit him. He had to get the phone away from her before she blurted out something like, "Derek and I had sex last night!" or worse, then he would have to deal with the eminent crying that would follow.
Thankfully, crisis had been averted, after he had practically wrestled the phone away from her. Seriously, did she like making things difficult? Of course he did. She was Casey.
Oh, great. Now Sam was looking at them weirdly. The one time he chose not to be oblivious.
--
They had hung up the phone after talking to Marti, and Derek was about to remind Sam that he had come over to play video games, when Sam interrupted his thoughts.
"So", Sam said, curiously, "You guys gonna clue me in on what's going on? You're both acting way weird."
Derek ran a hand through his hair, semi-nervously. "Uh-"
He was surprised when Casey cut him off, even though her voice was calm and slightly chilly, Derek was still ready to clamp a hand over her mouth and carry her out of the room if necessary, even though that might look slightly suspicious.
"Blame Derek", she said, glancing at him with narrowed eyes before turning to Sam and continuing, "I always do."
"Hey!" he retorted. Sam raised an eyebrow, motioning for her to continue.
"It's your fault and you know it", she said, before ignoring him and looking back to Sam. "Your best friend is an inconsiderate ass! He kept me up half the night -"
Derek quickly grabbed at her arm, hissing at her, "Casey are you crazy?"
She had the audacity to smile at him slightly before she cleared her face to a mask of annoyance, turning back to Sam as she deliberately stepped on his foot, saying, "Oh, come on, Derek. You were totally going to tell him later anyway."
"I was?" he raised his eyebrows.
She just ignored him. "Sam, despite the fact that Derek knows that I'm a light sleeper, he insists on tormenting me. He was doing, God knows what, with some girl, and he probably doesn't even remember her name, even after going at it like rabbits all night long!"
In the middle of her tirade, he finally figured out where she had been going with her half-truth. He went to the fridge to grab himself another soda, and grabbing Casey a water bottle. She was being surprisingly convincing, and he didn't want her to ruin it by being fidgety, a tell-tale sign that she was lying.
He placed the water next to her discreetly, hoping that Sam wouldn't notice – he did. Derek just rolled his eyes like he was waiting for Casey to start hyperventilating anytime now. She didn't. But she did start playing with the top of the water bottle.
He had taken her former place at the sink, his arms folded, just watching the scene unfold as she stood across from Sam at the island. He couldn't help but admit to himself that as scary as it was too see how much he had rubbed off on her the past few years, he was slightly proud of her.
However, he was still Derek, and he couldn't help but snort at her last statement. "Rabbits, Case? Really?"
He held back a laugh as she turned around and he watched her face flush, obviously remembering what she was talking about. Instead of getting flustered like he had expected, she just tilted her head to the side in mock-annoyance while she quirked an eyebrow at him challengingly. "How would you describe it then, Derek? You know, since you were in the room."
Derek went to stand next to her, "Hey, it's not my fault that she was like the Energizer Bunny. She just kept going, and going-" she slapped him in the stomach with the back of her hand.
"Der-ek, I thought you didn't like the rabbit analogy, jackass. You know what; I don't really want to hear this." She went to walk away, presumably to the living room or upstairs to her bedroom, but he caught her by the arm.
"You're right. You probably heard most of it last night anyways. What, with you being such a light sleeper, and all", he looked at her pointedly. "Besides", he said as an afterthought, this time directing his attention back to Sam somewhat, noticing he was watching them intently, "She was really loud."
He was holding her left arm to keep her in place, he watched as she managed to cover the side of her face with her right hand, blocking her red face from Sam. He wondered why, considering her being embarrassed wouldn't be unusual.
Then she looked up at him and he realized she was trying to bury a grin so she could properly glare at him. He felt her body shaking with barely restrained laughter, and let go of her arm, hoping that she would get the point and go upstairs before she ruined their argument by collapsing in laughter on the kitchen floor.
She bit her lip for a moment to get herself under control before she grabbed what was left of her pizza and put the whole box in the fridge, saying, "Alright, now I'm going upstairs. Have fun playing games, Derek, don't destroy the house."
"Yes, Mom", he snarked sarcastically in reply.
She rolled her eyes. On her way past him, she smacked him on the back of the head, tossing over her shoulder, "You'd better come up with a good reason I should tell Mom and George you're having sleepovers while they're gone. And you're buying me earplugs!"
"Uh, first, Ow! Second, not a chance", he said smugly.
"You're going to pay for that", was all she said before she trotted up the stairs and they heard her door slam shut.
"Uh, Dude", Sam said, "Should you go talk to her?"
Derek smirked, "Probably. Be right back, Sammy. Set up the game." And he followed her up the stairs.