Timeline: Bombshell has been on Broadway for about four months
Karen smiled as she watched Derek. She liked that she got to see a part of him no one else did. It was after the show and they were both in sweat and t-shirts. Karen was relaxing on the table while Derek hunted for the remote. Karen twisted a piece of hair around her finger. A part of her wondered if Ivy had seen this part of Derek. If the other woman knew how much Derek love to have trashy reality shows in the background while he worked on shows.
"Karen!" Derek called.
"The remote is on the TV," she told him. "You left it there last night so you couldn't have to go searching for it."
"Yeah, that's right." Derek turned to her with a frown. "What are you staring at?"
"You," Karen smiled.
Derek's mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile. "And what were you thinking aobut as you looked at me?"
"Ivy."
Now Derek was confused. "You were looking at me but thinking about Ivy?" Karen, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
Karen laughed. "No. I was thinking about you and Ivy. You know, your relationship? Girls wonder about the woman their men used to be with."
"Do they now?"
"Yes, they do. Don't you ever think about me and Dev?"
"Not if I can help it." Karen giggled. Derek gave her a brief smile before sobering up. "It doesn't bother you does it? Me and Ivy?"
"You were with her," Karen shrugged. "I'm over it."
"I was with here," Derek agreed, wrapping his arms around Karen. "And now I'm with you." He punctuated the statement with a kiss.
"And I am very happy with that," Karen smiled. "What I was really thiking about was whether or not Ivy saw this side of you."
"What side?"
"The side that runs around in grubby t-shirts while half listening to 'Survivor' as he works on blocking."
"I did go through blocking with Ivy," Derek nodded. "But we weren't this…domestic. It was different with Ivy, I've told you that."
"I know. And I don't really care what you did with her, honest. As long as it stays past tense."
"Don't worry, love. You're the only woman in my life now. You drive a hard bargain but I'm willing to stick to it."
Karen leaned up to kiss him again. "That's because good boys get rewards."
Derek chuckled. "I can't be a boy, I'm older than you."
"You know what I meant," Karen told him. "And I was just wondering. You know how my mind wanders."
"Would you like me to get dinner ready while your mind wanders?" Derek teased.
"Nope, it's my turn to cook. You go work on your notes for the show."
