A/N: Ice cream? Way to make it hard on me. I don't eat ice cream very often, and my mind is going in like 7 different directions for this oneshot, so.... let's get on with it, shall we? My brain is kinda fried, but I do actually kinda have one idea going now..

Chapter Ten

El fin :[

"Casey! What flavor do you want?" He never responded with a hello, just what the main need was. This was the main reason she didn't like answering her cell phone when he called, except that occasionally he really did need her help, and so....

"Uhm, for what?" He could feel her brow wrinkling in confusion.

"Ice cream, moron." She could tell he was rolling his eyes.

"Where are you?"

"At the store, buying Ben and Jerry's pints. What flavor do you want?"

Now that she'd gotten enough information to know, she chose "Everything but the..." which she knew had chocolate and heath bar pieces and boy, was it delicious when she was watching Criminal Minds on DVD.

"Whatever. DMB's Magic Brownies is still way better, no matter what you want to think."

"Are we seriously getting into an argument about ICE CREAM?"

"Casey, we get into arguments about everything. If we didn't, we'd have to find some other way to let go of this sexual tension and we both know we don't want to do it in the right way."

Casey rolled her eyes once again before conceding the point.

"Holy," and then he said a word Casey McDonald didn't say or repeat, "did we really just agree on something? Anything?"

"Yes, oh lord of lies, we agreed on the fact that if I just took pity on you and let you make out with me, we'd be less likely to argue."

"Well, it's not like it's not true."

"Are you standing in the middle of the grocery store talking about sexual tension?"

"Perhaps. Come on, Case, you always love a guy who's dangerous. And this isn't half as dangerous as other-"

"Stuff!" Casey quickly dubbed for him.

"Whatever. The other stuff we've done," he sneered.

"Whatever yourself. If I told you I wanted to live dangerously, you'd be home faster than I could say love me."

"Whoa! We've both agreed this is not love. This is just.... a solution to two horny teenagers having to live together."

"Well, saying make love is a lot nicer than saying-"

"Fuck me? Casey, say it, just once."

Nuh-uh. Not in this lifetime, not this Casey McDonald.

But he did always have a way of getting to her. And so, once he'd gotten back, and the ice cream was put away, (rather quickly, Casey thought) and then somehow, without recollection of how, they were out in the backyard, behind the tree line, and he refused to kiss her one more time until she admitted she was just as sexually frustrated as he was. She tried to kiss him instead, but he held her off.

"Fine, dammit! Fuck me, will you?" Her breath stopped and her heart beat faster as she realized he'd finally gotten her to admit it. The girl who never used bad language, the girl who never, ever straddled her step-brothers hips out behind the bushes... well, hell, good girl gone bad, much?

Derek smirked, and that smirk said it all. And she knew she was beaten. She felt her stomach roll as she realized she'd lost. She wanted a boy to make love with her without a commitment or love.

"This isn't love, is it?"

"Not by a long shot." Although he's really not sure anymore, with her blue-brownish eyes (how the hell do blue eyes have brown flecks?) staring at him, but anyways, he's Derek Venturi. And he doesn't admit that he's in love. He doesn't have a heart with which to fall in love. And he can't believe she's gotten him to use correct grammar even in his mind. "Casey?"

"Hmm?" She can answer him without stopping the kissing.

"I changed my mind."

She looks at him, fear in her eyes. "Uhm... about what, exactly?" She was pretty damn close to saying screw the world, and letting him take her. She really hoped he hadn't changed his mind about what they were doing right now.

"I think this is love."

"Wait- what the-" She shakes her head in confusion, trying to clear her mind. "You... just said you love me? That we are in love? That I'm not giving it up for nothing, and that... this is love?"

He nods.

"Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?" She swoops down on his neck, leaving a love bite that he knows will be a noticeable hickey by morning. Stupid Casey.... making him wear a collared shirt in the summer.

After wearing all those hot shirts for a week, he's very glad he bought ice cream.

A/N: I loved how I got to tie it in again at the end. I love this scene, because I didn't even get too graphic! Pshaw [: So this is the end, my loves. Please read my other stuff, perhaps I'll start DomiRae's challenge as well :]