Up All Night
"Whatcha reading, Der?" Casey Venturi asks her husband, her silk robe slipping down further on her shoulder as she leans against the door frame.
Derek looks up from his magazine, his eyes meeting hers, that signature smirk worming it's way onto his face.
"Sports Illustrated," he responds, eyeing his wife— and more importantly, what she's hiding under that robe.
Casey fingers the tie on her robe, undoing it, letting the fabric drape open a little more.
"Typical," Casey laughs, playfully rolling her eyes at her husband as she steps forward into their bedroom.
Casey lets her robe fall, so it's lying open, resting on the crooks of her elbows, exposing the red, lace bra and underwear set she pulled out for the occasion.
Derek licks his lips unconsciously, resting his magazine on his lap, his attention no longer held by it.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asks, his voice dropping low.
Casey bites her lip, dropping the robe, tossing it to the side on their bedroom floor.
"Why?" Casey questions, her own smirk mirroring his. "Is it working?"
Derek's smile widens as he holds up a finger, crooking it back, beckoning her over to him.
Casey obliges, pushing the magazine off of his lap, taking that place for herself. She straddles his hips, threading her fingers into his hair.
"Damn right it's working."
Casey laughs lightly, leaning into her husband, pressing her lips to his.
"Good," she whispers against his lips, already moving her hands down from his hair to the hem of his t-shirt. "Because I've got eight hours until I have to give you up for three days. And I don't intend to waste a minute of it."
Casey lifts Derek's shirt up and over his head, tossing it off in the direction of her robe, and once rid of it, Derek flips the pair over. He lies Casey down on her back, leaning over her, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.
"Seven and a half hours," he whispers, correcting her. "I have to be at the rink at six."
Casey reaches between them to her husband's belt buckle, undoing the fastening and pulling it free. She throws the belt aside before immediately going for the button and zipper on his jeans.
"I hate away games," Casey frowns, sighing at the loss when Derek stands from the bed.
Derek laughs lightly, shimmying out of his jeans and boxers before rejoining his wife.
"I know, Princess," Derek says, lying beside her and brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll be back before you know it."
Casey's smirk returns as she drags the tips of her fingers down his bare chest.
"You better be."
Derek's alarm for the morning goes off well before Casey would prefer. She leans back against her pillow with a huff, eyeing her husband dejectedly.
Derek laughs lightly, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caresses her hip under the comforter.
"You know I always set my alarm for fifteen minutes before I actually have to be up," he whispers into her ear, nudging his nose against her neck.
Casey bites her lip, but doesn't waste time. She pulls Derek toward her by the hair at the base of his neck, crushing her lips to his.
Derek runs his hand down her side, hitching her leg up on his hip.
He's inside her in seconds, their bodies moving together almost too perfectly.
Derek bites into Casey's shoulder, and her fingernails drag down his back in a way that's just this side of painful, but he couldn't bring himself to care if he tried.
He's covered in her marks by now. Welts down his back, half moons from her fingernails digging into his sides and not to mention the love bites on his chest. And he doesn't care one bit. He'll even be proud to show them off later on when he changes into his uniform for practice.
Casey lifts her hips, meeting Derek's every thrust, and her head tips back. Her mouth falls open and she reaches behind her, grabbing onto the rungs on her headboard for leverage.
"Derek," Casey breathes, her voice hoarse at this point. "Holy shit."
Derek groans, picking up speed, guiding his hand that's not holding himself up along his wife's curves. His thumb flicks over her over-sensitized nipple, causing her back to arch off the bed.
Her knuckles turn white gripping onto the headboard, and she's not sure she can last much longer. They've been at this all night. Literally— all night.
Casey's legs are shaking and her heart is hammering in her ears and it's not long before her body shudders and her mind goes fuzzy with orgasm. She's lost count how many that is in the last eight— seven and a half— hours.
Derek follows over the edge shortly after, dropping onto his back beside her, his legs like jell-o.
Derek looks to the bedside table clock, calculating how long he actually has now to get himself ready before he has to leave.
Derek pats Casey's leg lightly, placing a kiss to the side of her neck before hauling himself up out of bed.
"C'mon, Princess," he laughs lightly, standing on wobbly legs to get dressed. "Gotta get up. I need a ride to the rink."
Derek's arms are wrapped tightly around Casey's waist, giving her one last hug before he leaves for the weekend. He has to work, but he wishes she could come with him. He'd probably never get anything done if she did, though.
"I love you, D," Casey whispers into his neck, squeezing him once more before pulling back.
Derek cups her face with his hands, leaning down and pressing his lips to her forehead.
"I love you too, Princess."
Casey smiles, patting his chest as a goodbye before watching as he heads towards the front doors of the rink.
Derek turns, walking backwards in the direction of the door, keeping his eyes on his wife for as long as possible.
"Three days, Princess. I'll be back in three days."
Casey bites her lip, playing with the end of her pigtail.
"Can't wait!" she calls after him, waving to his teammate, Tyler, when Derek meets up with him at the door.
Derek claps his hand onto Tyler's back as a greeting, walking alongside him into the rink where the team will wait for the bus to take them to their away game.
"No disrespect, Venturi," Tyler starts, laughing lightly. "But I still can't get over how hot your wife is."
Derek chuckles, elbowing Tyler in the ribs lightheartedly.
"Dude, me neither," Derek says in response, his tone light and easy. "She's gonna kill me one of these days though."
Derek is exhausted. It's a good kind of exhausted, but exhausted nonetheless. His muscles ache and his legs are sore, and he hasn't even gotten on the ice yet.
"Why's that?" Tyler wonders as the two men make their way toward the locker rooms.
Derek laughs, tipping his head back as he remembers the way he spent his night.
"I haven't slept yet. She kept me up all night."
Tyler laughs in return, eyeing his friend and teammate with admiration.
"Lucky bastard," Tyler states, pushing on Derek's shoulder with amusement.
Derek nods, his smile widening. He is lucky. Not just because of the marathon sex. That's great— fantastic, even— and Derek is supremely grateful for it, but he's lucky for other reasons too. He's lucky that he somehow charmed Casey McDonald into loving him— and marrying him, becoming Mrs. Venturi.
Derek had no idea it would lead to a relationship like theirs when he went to her dorm room that day their first year at Queens. He'd known Casey McDonald was the one when he was fifteen, but he'd never imagined she'd actually feel the same way about him.
So yes, the sex is mind-blowing and incredible, but really, it's just a bonus.
"Believe me, man, I know I am."
Hello, friends. SO. I'm uploading this sooner than I anticipated, but y'all responded so well to the previous one-shot, so here it is! This is, as of right now, is the LAST one-shot in the "Red-Handed" series. At least, that's how I imagined it when I wrote it. I guess nothing in it technically points to being part of that series, but for arguments' sake, let's just say it is.
If something else comes to me as part of that series, I'm sure y'all would be open to seeing it, so I'm not saying never, but as of right now, this is the end of the "Red-Handed" series.
SO. That said, what do you all want to see next? I have a song-inspired Dasey one-shot, one inspired by my recent surgery, one where Dasey are parents, one that's Lizwin kinda but also Dasey, one with kinda secret Dasey, a hockey ritual Dasey or a high-school first kiss Dasey. Let me know what you want first.
Thanks for reading! And thank you for giving me so much support on this series. (: