AN: I know I know I am the worst person who has ever lived and I deserve to be punished. Here is the next chapter, as promised the next chapter will be smut but if you skip that chapter you will not miss anything critical.
Casey
I could hear Kate and Derek talking about the book, I was tempted to interrupt them, but I was in a conversation with Keith. "So how bad was the fight?" Keith whispered, he always could read my mind. "Pretty bad we had another this morning, these fights are different than the old ones, they are more serious, but I will say that it is good to talk to him again." I replied. "It's good seeing you two together again, just like old times. Well not JUST like old times but still." Keith replied. "To be honest I'm worried most about dinner tonight with the siblings. I got a text earlier from Marti saying she was going to surprise Smerek and come tonight." I told him conspiratorially. "Good he'll like that." Keith replied. "I just hope she doesn't push the Dasey agenda again. That is not something we need right now." I added. I heard a iPhone ringing and reached toward my purse and realized it wasn't there. "Shit…I mean shoot, I left my phone at my place we are going to have to go back after lunch."
Derek
After lunch Case realized that she left her phone in her apartment so we both went back to get it. I started to look in the kitchen for the illusive iPhone. God I spend a week with her and my vocab has increased. I looked at the outlet next to the stove and there it was, plugged in. I picked it up and was about to 'yell at Case, but then I saw a text come up. Nate :) Hey Sweetie, I have your picture. Who's Nate, and what picture is he talking about. "SpaceCase it was plugged in and your boyfriend texted you." I said my voice cracking on the word boyfriend. "Of course it was. What boyfriend?" she asked with a sincere tone. "Nate." I replied. "He's my illustrator" she yelled across the apartment. "A illustrator that calls you sweetie?" I asked surprisingly jealous, okay not surprisingly. "That's just how we are, he calls me sweetie, and I call him babe," then she added "Didn't we just say we wouldn't talk about my ex-boyfriends?" I looked at her like she had a third head and her skin was blue. "He's your ex and you call him Babe still? That's a problem, we need to talk about it." I replied furious. "We don't NEED to talk about anything. Seeing as you don't own me, and we are not together, I am able to sleep with anyone I want, or call anyone I want Babe. You have no control over me!" by the time she finished her rant we were face to face and she had me in a corner. Why are we always in this position backing ourselves into corners and against walls both literally and figuratively? "You're right." I replied but she kept going. "Don't even try to argue… wait did you just say I'm right." "Yes, you're right, we aren't together anymore I have no right to tell you who to date who to talk to but I'm still going to be Jealous so you're going to have to get over that." I replied trying to reason with her. "I guess I can deal with that but you are going to have to get over the Nate thing because he is coming over tomorrow for a bit to go over the book and the cover." She replied. This was going to be interesting.
Casey
Nate had no intention of coming over tomorrow but Derek didn't need to know that, all that I would have to do is call him later and ask him to bring it over. I realized how close we were standing and started to take a step back tripping over the lamp cord I braced myself for hitting the ground but I was stopped by a pair of arms around me. "Watch out Klutzilla." He whispered his face way to close for comfort. "Thanks for saving me from the fall." I said reluctantly. This close for the first time, I noticed that he looked tired, not like he didn't have any sleep but like life had been too much for him. I tried to right myself but he stopped me and held me there and then he kissed me. All of our hate, and our hurt, and our love, and our passion all built up were poured into that kiss. It seemed like it never ended but we needed air. He lifted me up and pushed me against the wall and the kisses became more and more heated. He took me by the arm and he pulled me to the bedroom. If I wanted to stop this, now was the moment. This moment could change everything, forever. Clothes were shed, and to be honest I don't remember taking any off. There we were standing there, vulnerable staring at each other realizing that this was it. This was it.