A/N: Whoo-hoo, last chapter! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Life With Derek. I am starting to believe I'll survive without it though...
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Casey looked in the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her make-up.
"Getting all ready for the big date with Sam? Are you guys going to get back together now? Because if you did, it would be rather annoying for me." Derek stood just outside the bathroom, watching her.
It had been a little over a week since their talk with George and Nora, and they had been following the rules. However, no sex in the house had resulted in no sex, period, as they were both busy with hockey and dance. The only time they had any spare time to be together was at night, before bed. Casey had insisted that they follow the rules, seeing as how things could've been much worse.
"I sincerely doubt it, not that it would be any of your business if we did." Casey said to him without looking. As she turned to leave the bathroom, Derek grabbed her elbow and pulled her close.
"What about later tonight? This will be your first post-rules date. We both know you're going to need some action when you get home, and you're not going to want to go for a drive." Derek whispered in her ear and smirked.
"I'll be fine. I can wait until we can go for a drive. I, unlike you, have self-control."
"Come on, Casey, breaking the rules is a lot more fun than you think."
"That may be, but spending the next year in my room is hardly worth it. You're good, but you're not that good." She pushed her way past him and walked downstairs to wait for Sam.
As she hit the bottom step, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Sam standing on the doorstep. "Good timing," she said appreciatively. "Bye Mom, bye George, I'll be back later."
"Bye Casey, be safe, have fun." Nora called back to her from the kitchen.
Sam and Casey walked out the front door and headed to his car. "So, what do you want to do tonight? I thought maybe we could get dinner and then catch a movie, or something. It really doesn't matter to me, I could do anything." Sam said nervously.
Casey smiled at him. It really is too bad he's shit in bed, because he's adorable. "Whatever you want to do is fine."
"Okay," Sam replied, as he walked around to help her with her door.
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Sam parked the car in his driveway. "Are you sure you want to sneak up now? We could just wait a little bit longer, until my parents are for sure asleep."
"Sam, I thought you said that they usually went to bed at 10:30." Casey said impatiently.
"Well, yeah, but maybe they're not fully asleep yet." He replied, looking uneasily up at the house.
"Sam, it's a quarter to midnight. They're asleep. Now, go to your room, and open the window so I can get in." She pushed him out of the car.
"Fine," he grumbled, as he slowly got out of the car and walked, even slower, up the path to his front door.
Casey waited for the light in his bedroom to come on before she got out of the car. She climbed in through his window and kissed him.
Sam pulled away from her and went to turn off the light. Then he sat on his bed. Casey went to sit next to him, then leaned in to kiss him again. He responded, parting his lips to allow her tongue in his mouth. She reached down and set her hand on his knee, then began to slowly move it up. When she reached his groin, he let out a soft moan. She could feel him getting harder. He ran his hands up her sides, and began fondling her breasts through her shirt. She began to unbuckle his belt, and he abruptly pulled back from her.
"Casey, is this going to end the same as it always does?" He questioned her demandingly.
"What do you mean?" She asked without moving her hand away from his buckle.
"Do you want a relationship, or is this just sex for you? I'd really like a straight answer, because I'm sick of getting jerked around."
"I thought you liked being jerked," she teased.
"You know what I mean," he said as he pulled her hand away and set it in her lap.
"God, Sam, when did you become the girl in this scenario? I thought teenage boys just wanted sex, and if there were no strings attached, well, then, even better."
"Guys have feelings too. Just because most of the male population are Neanderthals, doesn't mean that all of us are. I like you, Casey, and I can't keep doing this if there's no hope for anything other than a purely physical relationship between us."
"Well, I'm not really in a good place for a relationship right now. I just kind of want to focus on my schoolwork. I'm sorry Sam, if you don't want to do this, then I guess I'll go." She began to leave.
"Wait, you don't have to go just yet. Okay, fine, you don't want a relationship. But, you're already here, so why not just finish what we started, and then quit after tonight?"
"See, you are really a guy, you just can't pass up on the offer of sex." She pushed him down onto his bed and climbed on top of him. She kissed him again, and reached down for his buckle again, this time succeeding in getting it off of him. She unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. She hiked up her skirt and pulled her underwear off from underneath it. He pulled a condom out from his night table and slipped it on. She settled herself down on his member, and began to move. Sam let out a soft moan, and then let everything out.
"Goddamn it!" She swore, climbing off of him. "I don't know why I even do this, it's not even worth the risk of getting busted by your parents." She put her underwear back on, then headed for the window.
"Casey, wait, I'm sorry," he pleaded at her back.
"Why should I wait? You can't," she said as she climbed outside.
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Casey walked inside, and headed upstairs to her room. She went inside, set her purse down, and sat down on the bed for no more than thirty seconds. "Damn it," she muttered, as she walked across the hall to Derek's room.
"I knew you'd come back. You always do." He said as she walked into his room. She could tell from his voice that the dammed smirk was on his face.
"Fuck you, Derek. You're such an asshole," she said in a tired voice.
"I know," he whispered as he reached up her skirt. "I know."
