So here's what you missed on glee!
Just kidding…
Thanks to all my reviewers, I really aprreciate the feedback!
This chapter was kinda weird for me to write. idk why, but it's done. I had issues with myself on Derek's age and stuff, but didn't feel too bad. I think I put that he was 20(still can't remember), and after I'd posted it, I was like ughh...i should've put 19, but it makes sense because he's supposed to be a whole year older than Casey because in the show they say that he failed grade one. they may have still been the same age anyways, but idc. it's my story lol.
read the a/n at the bottom for next chapter's details. enjoy!
Practice was hell. Not because of the workout he'd put himself through, but because Derek knew there was a perfectly fine girl waiting at the apartment for him. How could he keep his mind straight after all of the previous night's events? It had to by far be the best birthday of his life.
Of course being distracted had a downside. He was busy thinking of Casey at the wrong moment, and one of his teammates crashed into him, leaving a horrible bruise on his rib cage. Nothing too damaging, but he was surely sore when he got out.
The guys were all in a rush after practice to either get to the dance or head home because they didn't plan on dancing, but rather getting home to a good meal they needed so desperately. He took a quick shower, and pulled on a t-shirt and pair of jeans. As he stepped out of the gym, he realized how cold it was and quickly put on his leather jacket.
When he walked through the door of the apartment, he looked around for a sign of Casey, but saw none. He half expected her to be lounging on the couch watching television when he got there. He threw his bag on the floor next to the front door, and walked towards her room.
The light was on, so she had to be in there. Being Derek, he obviously just walked in without knocking, and caught her off guard because she jumped with a slight shriek.
"Are you seriously going to make a habit of scaring the crap out of me, you jerk?" she threw a t-shirt at his head, and zipped up the hoody she'd put on. It was then that he realized she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it, but a white strapless bra and with it a pair of white yoga tights that reached mid-ankle.
"Yup, but I'll stop if you tell me why you're not wearing a shirt underneath that." He grinned at her, and plopped down on her bed, laying down, and only tilting his head a little to see her.
"Because I was going to get ready to do my hair, and I didn't want to ruin it by having to pull my shirt over my head when I was done." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Come to me…" he motioned with his arms without looking up at her. She sighed, and walked over to the bed, getting on her knees, and sitting next to him. He still hadn't opened his eyes, so she took the opportunity to straddle his hips, and put her hands on either side of his head.
He still didn't look at her, but put his hands on her sides, freely rubbing up and down to feel her body. Did he really have to go to the dance? He really just wanted to lay here with her, and not have to worry about dancing around all night.
"Der, look at me…" she whispered in that voice. He only groaned and shook his head lightly. He was so tired.
He felt her lips move across his jaw line. A smile cracked on his lips, but he wanted to see how far she would go for him to look at her.
"Derek…" she whispered to him again. He could hear the smile in her voice. He only chuckled lightly, and shook his head again.
He could feel her breath against his lips. She pushed a simple kiss to them, and he pushed back lightly, enjoying her warmth for a brief second before she released him, and waited for him to open his eyes again.
No dice.
She thought she could have fun with this, so she kissed her way down his neck, and along his collarbone suckling lightly. She continued her way down, moving her body in the process, lightly running her fingers down his torso as she made her way to the bottom of his t-shirt he was wearing. He still wore his leather jacket over it, but she needn't bother with that. It kind of fueled her lust for him in that moment.
She was now on her knees beside the bed, her body leaning against it while she played with the hem of his shirt. She'd already caused an effect in his jeans, but tried not to move too fast because she was nervous and this was obviously the first time she'd done something like this and she didn't need Derek to know.
She lifted his shirt smoothly, and pressed a feather light kiss just below his navel, and looked up at his face for a reaction. His lips only parted as he tried to steady his breath, but he still didn't open his eyes. Damn him.
She continued the kissing until she reached the button of his jeans. She looked up at him again, and the only thing about his expression that had changed was that his eyebrows had risen, almost unsure what her next move would be.
She slowly opened them, and gripped the jeans at his hips to slide them down. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs. She'd never told anybody, not even Emily, but she loved the way a man looked in boxer briefs. It was her guilty pleasure. So much so, she often took a second to look at the pictures on many billboards she'd seen in the city when she went to visit her father. It was almost a shame she'd be sliding them down his hips in a bit.
She was taking her time, though. She sat back on her knees, slightly leaning in between his knees, and pressed her palm to the oh so obvious bulge that was underneath the cotton material. She enjoyed the feeling of his erection against her hand under it, and continued rubbing, biting her lower lip to bite back her own moans.
She took a deep breath, and stopped. She heard a whimper of disapproval come from Derek, and she could only grin. She enjoyed being in control of this man of hers.
He opened his eyes, and sat up, grabbing her by the upper arms, and bringing her on the bed with him. He smirked devilishly down at her, and pushed a kiss to her lips.
"You're a tease, Casey." He murmured into her mouth. He wouldn't admit it, but he was thankful she didn't go further. If her hands or her mouth touched him there, he wasn't sure he'd last long enough to have a good time.
"It got you to look at me, though." Her voice was breathy, because he was pressing against their core, and suddenly they were wearing too much clothes.
With quick movements, she slid his jacket off his shoulders and he got on his knee to pull her tights down her long legs, kicking his own jeans off in the process.
Once he got them off, all he could do was stare down at the beauty before him. She lay only in that bra and a matching pair of boy shorts. Her hair was a crazy mess around her head. Damn her for looking so gorgeous when he was about to lose control with her. She bit her lip, looking at him with that look that drew him in.
He quickly reached for his jacket, finding his wallet and pulling a foil packet out of it. Casey cracked a smile, because she'd been itching for this all day.
She wore the most elegant gown she could find for the dance that night. It was black, and hugged her curves while subtly flowing lightly down her hips and to her feet. She was the beauty in black. She wore her hair curled to the side.
"I'm seriously reconsidering these heels." She called out to Derek, who was impatiently waiting for her in the living room. He was dressed in his best tuxedo and his hair was a slight mess, but what else was new?
"Will you just get out here, Case? The dance already started…" he muttered. He heard her growl, and knew she'd put on her heels because he could hear them clicking against their tile floor.
"How do I look?" her voice was silky. He looked up from his phone, and he got that feeling in his stomach when he knew that these feelings were as real as they get. She was breathtaking.
He slowly walked over to her, and cradled her face in his hands. His lips met hers in a gentle, yet urging, manner. When he released her, she leaned in and stole another kiss and smiled. He grinned, and shook his head.
"You look beautiful, Princess." He muttered. He took off his tux jacket and slung it around her shoulders to protect her from the night air for the walk to the car.
The dance was actually quite packed, even more so than either of them thought it would be. Derek was glad he had bought tickets ahead of time and not have to stay in line like the other fifty people that were slowly but surely getting in. He spotted a few of his hockey buddies, and waved smoothly at them. He even introduced Casey to a few of them.
She blushed when his friend Joel mentioned that Derek kept a picture of her in his locker. It deepened when she heard that he was always blowing them off for her. All she could do is shrug and smile at them. They were all actually very nice guys, and that really surprised Casey. Probably because Derek acted like such a jerk half the time, she expected all these other guys to be just like him, but they were rather polite.
When they found a table, they were instantly served their food. Derek ate rather quickly, often stopping to talk to whoever would come by the table. He knew so many people, and it threw Casey off because she never saw him talking to anyone on campus. He was with her half the time, but she figured they just knew of him because of hockey, and Derek was really great with conversation so it wasn't hard or awkward for him to speak to strangers.
He was very different from her, because although she was amazing with people, Casey found it hard to find common interest with other people that she didn't know well. She was just very kind and did some small talk with them.
Casey looked at all the beautiful gowns from the girls around her. She was quite impressed with the style these girls had. For a second, she remembered prom night, and shuddered at how stupid she was for allowing Derek to get her to go with Truman. Other than the whole cheating on her thing, Truman wasn't that bad of a guy, Casey had to admit. He really tried for her during that relationship, and she loved him for a brief time. When it was time for them to go to separate universities, he just gave her a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. No 'I love you, and keep in touch.'
He just simply looked at her and nodded before he left. It was like he knew that the whole relationship was built on some false fantasy. Like they would still be head over heels for one another while they were so far away. She realized that her feelings probably weren't real when she'd gone to her grandmother's lodge and had a slight crush on Jesse, which was an even bigger joke.
She wondered that if she were still with Truman, if he'd take her to this dance if she asked him to. She shook her head, disgusted with herself, because Derek was sitting right next to her, clutching her hand and stroking it with his thumb in that way that she knew that she was his.
"What are you thinking?" he leaned over and whispered in her ear, sending shivers through her whole body.
"You don't wanna know." She got up, and tugged his hand. "Dance with me, Der…"
So they danced. He held her closely against his body and let her cheek rest against his shoulder, and his cheek against the side of her head. He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of this beautiful woman against him. She heard him lightly singing to the song, and enjoyed the vibrations of his chest as his humming turned to his light words against her ear.
The song ended, and he pulled away from her a bit just to get to see her face. She had that starry look in her eyes, and she was smiling. She leaned up and pushed a soft kiss against his mouth, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
They made their way back to the table, Derek with his arm on the small of her back. They sat, and Derek noticed a smile appear on Casey's face. He looked in the direction she was looking and wasn't sure if she was smiling at what he really thought she was smiling at.
His friend Mark was sweet talking Martha on the dance floor, and Martha was very much into it with a big smile on her face. The sight gave Derek a very queasy feeling in his stomach, and he wished that Casey would stop paying attention to them.
"That's my friend Martha. She's in my new dance class. She's so nice, Der. I think she's super into your friend Mark. She talks about him enough." She smiled, taking a sip of her water that was on the table.
"That's nice for her." He tried to seem like she didn't care.
"Say, aren't you friends with Mark?" she looked up at him now with curiosity on her features.
"Uh, yeah, sort of. We don't talk enough to know about each other's personal lives." He shrugged, stuffing a roll in his mouth to try and avoid any more talking.
"Yeah…you know, there's something about him that totally bothers me. I can't put my finger on it, either." She shrugged, and looked away. The conversation was dropped there, and that nagging feeling in Derek's stomach went away, finally.
They danced a few more times, and Derek was glad that he avoided talking to Mark, but they did make eye contact and Mark just had that mischievous gleam in his eye like he always did. It made Derek feel sick again, and he was glad when the dance was over.
"I really had a wonderful time, Derek, thanks for taking me." She shrugged off his jacket when they got into the apartment.
"Well, I hope you won't get used to it, because it's very annoying locking and unlocking your cage, so we'll probably only do this once a year." He teased her. She swatted his arm, and he grabbed her wrist, and pulled her against him. "You are too beautiful, Casey…I had a great time, too…" his lips were brought against hers again, and she clutched his collar tightly.
"Make love to me, Derek…" she whispered into his mouth.
How could he deny her when she talked to him like that?
Christmas vacation was officially here, and Casey packed the whole morning. Derek of course just threw his stuff into a suitcase, and lounged on the couch. When Casey walked by his room, her curiosity got the better of her and she checked his bag to be sure he packed right.
Of course he didn't.
So she took the liberty of quickly folding his clothes, and even adding more things to his bag that she knew he'd need for the trip, too. She found his box of condoms in the suitcase, and she got a puzzled expression.
Were they supposed to tell the rents and sibs about the relationship? She didn't mind, but she wasn't too sure where Derek stood in all this.
"Derek, come here, I'm in your room!" she called out to him. He was there in a matter of seconds, and he instantly rolled his eyes.
"I should've known you would fold everything."
Casey held up the box, and he grinned.
"Aren't you sore from last night?" he cocked an eyebrow up at her. She grinned and threw the box at him.
"No! Well, yes, actually…" she faltered. "But that's not why I called you, stupid!"
"What did you want, then? To show me how tidy you could be?"
"No…I wanted to ask how we were gonna tell the family about us…" she asked uneasily.
"Do you have a problem telling them?" he walked towards her, and placed the box in his suitcase, and sat on his bed, looking up at her.
"No, not exactly, but I didn't know where you stood in this…"
"I don't mind telling them." He shrugged. "But we do have to think that they'd probably be quite surprised. They'd probably think we were playing a joke on them."
"Why would they think that?" she was genuinely oblivious to all of this.
"Casey…we've…acted like we hate each other for years now." He spoke almost slowly to her as if she didn't understand. "C'mon, we were yelling at each other about bathroom time when we left London." He laughed, standing up, and putting his arms around her waist.
"A battle I still haven't won." She raised her eyebrows at him with that teasing smile.
"I go when I go, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. She giggled and played with the locks of hair at his neckline.
She sighed lightly, and shrugged. "So, what do we do? Not tell them, and pretend we hate each other the whole time we're there?" she pouted up at him. He caught her lips in his.
"We'll just have to act nicer to one another. Believe me, they'll notice." He rolled his eyes. "We'll take it slow for them. It's not really fair on them if we just spring all this," he tightened his arms around her, "on them. They'd certainly lose it."
"Yeah, you're right." She nodded. "So we won't hate each other, but we'll be a lot nicer to one another, so that they'll see we're getting along and then…what, during spring break when we go back, we'll tell them?" she looked up at him hopefully. She really hated secrets, but he was right. They couldn't just spring this on their family. This was a holiday, and they didn't need to feel awkward when they should be relaxing.
"That sounds good to me." Derek was walking backwards with her until the back of his knees hit the side of his bed.
"What are you doing?" she cocked an eyebrow up at him.
"Well, I guess we can't do anything," he palmed her bottom with both hands, "at the house because of our noise, so I think we should do it now…" he pressed a kiss against her jawline, and whispered in her ear.
"Oh, Derek…I'm pretty sure I'm not the one who's capable of getting caught because of noise." She grinned and pushed him on his bed, instantly straddling his hips, and casually tossing her shirt off. "We'll just have to be sneaky." She winked at him, grinding against him.
Sneaking around with Casey seemed way too fun for its own good.
Okay, i know that they're all over each other and stuff, but honestly I probably would be, too. They're both very attractive, and their age says it all.
Next chapter will be up soon, maybe tomorrow or the next day. I'm not really gonna write about their whole experience back in London, mostly because I don't really like writing about the other characters, and I start to confuse myself. I might just do little flashbacks so you can get the gist of their whole "being sneaky" thingy.
It goes down next chapter, though:).
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