A Snap Shot
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AN: The first time that you told me... you thought that you loved me

That bar in the city... I thought you were drunk

But I knew deep down that you meant it

Wish that I had said it, I was scared to let it happen

But it happened and now I cannot forget it

Crazier Things By Chelsea Cutler

I can't listen to this song without seeing envisioning them.
As per usual...Dasey Discord made me do it!

A Snap Shot:
I Wish You Had Enough Discipline For The Both Of Us

"Wanna know a secret?" Derek whispered. His lips pressed against the shell of her ear, knowing the automatic chill it would send down her spine. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her back, flat up against his chest. Close wasn't close enough for him. Not when it came to her anyway.

" Maybe ," Casey teased with a cute little smile he could only see part of. She took her drink from his hand, effortlessly turning in his embrace. She pressed her back against the rooftop bar railing, leaning against it casually, as if he wouldn't take the extra step to make them flush again. She took a slow sip of her cocktail, looking comfortably trapped between his arms like there was nowhere else she rather be.

"Maybe?" he dared ask, watching her like a hawk. His eyes danced across her face like she was an unsolved mystery. He soaked in her features, her eyes, the light dancing off her cheekbones, the pink of her lips he wanted to taste too badly. His eyes couldn't help but trail down the delicate column of her neck. Temptation, by any other name, was Casey McDonald ever since the day they met.

"Is it a good secret?" she asked, tilting her head, assessing him with a flirty stare he'd gladly let himself get lost in.

Derek pressed himself into Casey, leaving no space between them as if that were the answer to her question. She very nearly spilled her drink on the both of them but recovered. Carefully she wrapped her arms around his neck, drink still in one hand, but she avoided any spills.

"Oh, it's good. I promise," he confirmed, licking his lips, wishing he was tasting her instead.

He leaned into her, her smell, the soft delicate floral scent she always wore was so painfully her, he wanted a bottle of it. He ran his nose down the length of her throat, debating where exactly he should kiss. He knew she loved the anticipation, the wait, the teasing. And he loved to provide it for her. She shivered in his arms. Even though it was spring, the night still had a bite of cold to it, and she was already wearing his leather jacket over her pretty pink sundress. He had slipped his jacket on her the second the first chill slid down her back. The jacket always fit her a little too big. Not like it was purposely oversized, fashion kind of way, no. It was a " this is his " kind of big that made Derek's heart swell just a tiny bit. Naturally, he was morally obligated to keep her warm with his body when his jacket didn't suffice. It was all he had left to give, afterall.

Casey pulled back enough to see him. Her eyes practically sparkled under to the fairy lights hung delicately around them. It wasn't his fault she looked like a princess, but he'd take it. Shenanigans was their favorite rooftop bar because of the insane view of the city, and Casey liked the ascetic of it. Magical, she told him. Derek didn't care where he was, as long as she was around.

She eyed him for a second before deciding. "Alright, spill. What's this secret? she asked before taking another nonchalant sip of her drink.

"So I was doing some thinking," he started, knowing it was a sure fire way to pull a reaction from her.

"Were you?" she teased with a knowing smile.

"Yeah. And well, I think…" he trailed off, letting the anticipation build between them like a ticking time bomb. "I might…" he stopped himself again, licking his lips, not breaking eye contact.

"You might what?" Casey echoed, waiting for the punchline.

Derek felt his heart dangling in the breath between them. They had been doing this, whatever this was, for quite some time. It wasn't new, but it was still fragile. Anything between them would be. He sucked in a breath, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, not being able to look at her when he said it. "I think I might like you, Casey McDonald," he murmured softly, making sure his words, the bass of his voice, the absolute truth laced within each syllable was felt.

"You think?" she asked, a bit of humor in her voice like she hadn't seen it coming all along.

"Yeah," he replied, slowly pulling away enough to look into her eyes again... To read whatever expression was painted across those features he knew so well. "But like, just a little bit," he offered with a shrug like it was no big deal. Like his heart wasn't threatening to pound straight out of his chest.

He was pleased to find her smiling, Her bottom lip caught between her teeth like a bottle stopper. "And just how much have you had to drink tonight?" she asked, as if that could be the only explanation why Derek Venturi would openly, willingly, talk about his feelings.

His grin spread across his lips because he knew it was coming. Because she wouldn't be able to just accept it. Not easily anyway. Nothing with her ever was. "Not a drop," he promised. He didn't want her to find a reason to doubt him. Not for that.

Casey's body stiffened against his, like she was finally realizing what was going on between them. "No," she countered softly. She wasn't buying it. She didn't believe it. But he thought he heard the sound of hope somewhere around the edges of her voice.

Derek dipped his face closer to hers, letting his breath tickle her lips as evidence. " Yes ," he murmured like a heartfelt confession.

Casey's eyes were on his lips for a few seconds too long. When she looked back up at him, something warm clouded her eyes. He felt her fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp, making him purr like a goddamn cat. But none of that mattered when she was pressing him down to her mouth like she needed him. She wanted to get a taste and Derek didn't mind one bit. He didn't mind, letting his tongue lap at the leftover sweetness from that overpriced drink he had gotten her. Her lips, too soft. Her mouth, too sweet. She was the perfect brand of ecstasy for him.

"Wow," Casey supplied, sounding shocked when she pulled away. He was sure if it was the kiss or if she finally believed him.

He cupped her face in one hand, letting his thumb rub at her cheek. She was beautiful, but he had known that since the day they had met. He hated her for it. Hated the whole world for it actually. But it worked out in the end. Sort of, anyway.

"I'm serious," he promised.

"I…" she trailed off, clearly at a loss for words. She shook her head free of the confusion, and then she smiled. That full on, eye crinkling smile of hers that made everything right. "Let's get out of here," she offered, her hand already slipping into his.

AN:Derek fell first. Its canon baby.