"So Edwin's off our case

"So Edwin's off our case." Casey said, kneeling down by her bed with the tape in her hand.

"That's good, but what is on that tape?" Derek said sitting on the bed in front of her.

"Everything." Came Casey's voice as her butt wiggled around as her top half ferreted for a box under the bed.

"You mean, the kissing?"

"That and more. And stop fondling my ass."

"You mean everything, everything?" Derek asked not stopping.

"Frenching, fondling, petting, everything."

"That's not too bad. It was a lot of fun, you can't deny that."

Casey sat up and shook the dust out of her hair. "I wasn't going to. But you went from nothing to third base in one night!"

"So? You sounded like you enjoyed it."

"Oh I did, but before we can move further in our relationship we need to get Sam and Emily off our backs." Casey leant forwards and ran her hands up Derek's thighs.

One of his eyebrows quirked suggestively. "Well I'm sure we can think of something if we put our heads together." The quirk turned into a devastatingly sexy smirk.

Casey felt her heart skip a beat and her breath caught in her throat but she managed to keep a sensible head. "Cool it lover boy. We have to work something out about our best friends."

"Why can't we just tell them?"

"Derek, Sam is my ex boyfriend, in fact he was my first real boyfriend. And Emily, well she's been in love with you forever. Even though she's dating Sam she hasn't given up on you. I have reasons. One, I don't think they'd handle it too well, if at all. And secondly, they'd never speak to us again."

"What makes you say that, sweetie?"

"Remember all that fuss you made when I started going out with Sam? All that business about the male code. I went through similar when Emily started crushing on Sam. Girls have a code too, and I think the four of us have broken pretty much all the rules of both codes."

"No arguments there. So what do we do?"

"They're already suspicious. So we need something to throw them off the scent. A big fight? Somewhere public like in a rehearsal or something."

"Sounds good. By the way shouldn't we start rehearsing the songs? I need a lot of service on those."

"Oh I know you do. We have to get on that as soon as possible." Casey slapped his thighs lightly and stood up. Crossing to her desk she rifled amongst the papers on it.

Derek watched her looking very confused. "No, Case, that's not what I meant."

"I know exactly what you meant, and that will have to wait. Trust me it'll be worth it." she turned and smiled at him. "But, you do have a point. You are an abysmal singer."

"Really?"

"No, not really, you sing like Pavarotti." Casey snapped with just a hint of sarcasm. "Domingo would be jealous. You are the best singer on the planet. Oh, darling, teach me how to sing like you."

"Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm."