Author's Note: I wasn't going to post this chapter so soon but I wanted to in return for the great feedback I've received... I really appreciate it, everyone! Okay, it's time for some Dasey yumminess... so this chapter is rated "M" for mature. Not very explicit, but still. Just a warning in case! Please let me know what you think and I will try posting the next chapter as soon as possible. Enjoy!


Derek kissed Amy goodnight. She was taking the guest room, while he was taking his old bedroom. Nora and his dad didn't think it would be appropriate for the two to share a bedroom, even if they did live together in Montreal. Derek didn't really mind, though. He missed his old bedroom and wanted a bit of space from Amy. Because of what he was feeling.

Casey had made everything complicated yet again. She had to come back into his life, looking all tempting and beautiful and bringing back all those memories. Memories of her naked body and their first time together. He could hear her moaning his name, gasping it out in pleasure. It was like only yesterday… even if it was three years ago.

He stripped down to his boxers after brushing his teeth and got into his old bed. The bed that held that same memory of him and Casey, the night before they went their separate ways.

He remembered the creaking sound the bed made as he thrust in and out of her. The way he lazily pulled the blankets around them when they were spent.

Those same blankets he was wrapped in right now.

She had told Amy that she didn't have a boyfriend. He wondered, in that cocky way of his, if that might have anything to do with him…

And suddenly he was standing. He had to know. His feet moved him next door, just like it used to be, and he softly knocked on the door, hoping that she was still up.

"Casey?" he asked.

"Yeah?" he heard a light flick on and footsteps padding over to the door. She opened the door and stared up at Derek, surprised to see that he was there.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, taking note of her pajamas. They were those duck pajamas. The dorky ones that haunted his dreams nearly every night.

"No…" she responded, trailing off as she looked at his expression. She glanced down to see what he was looking at and then stopped. They were the pajamas. The pajamas from that night. She must have put them on subconsciously.

Derek noted the way she froze and realized she hadn't actually meant to put those pajamas on. Before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out for her. Gently, he stroked her cheek, and felt her tremble under his touch. She didn't dare look up and meet his eyes.

"Casey… I really did miss you," he began, his voice now a soft whisper. "You just… left. Without a goodbye or anything."

Casey slowly looked up to see the hurt in his eyes. She leaned into his touch. "I'm sorry," she whispered back honestly. "I was just… confused."

"I know," Derek could understand that. Hell, this whole thing was confusing. "I still think about that night. Every day," he admitted quietly, looking deep into her blue eyes.

Casey was shocked by this admittance. As she slowly regained herself, she replied almost inaudibly, "Me too…" It wasn't like she COULD forget, even if she wanted to.

Brianna was her constant reminder.

Caught up in the feeling of being in such close proximity of the girl he dreamt about every night, Derek bent his head down, and Casey's heart stopped as she felt his warm breath on her face. He was coming in closer and closer, zoning in on her pink, parted lips.

Oh my God, he's going to kiss me.

She knew, with every fibre of her being, that she should stop him.

But she didn't.

And his lips slid so carefully, so perfectly over hers.

Derek felt her respond and instantly deepened the kiss, letting out all of the passion he felt for her. She did the same in return. And it was the most amazingly intense kiss he had ever had.

Suddenly the two were moving towards the bed, their bodies desperate for each other. Derek pulled Casey's top off and immediately attacked her neck. She gasped and arched her back, allowing him better access to her skin.

"Oh…Derek…" Casey moaned as she ran her hands over his newly-toned bare torso.

"Casey…" he responded just as breathlessly, pressing hot kisses all over her body while he pulled off her pajama pants. He began sprinkling her stomach area with tiny kisses and teasing nips. She let out a gasp as he moved lower, sliding her panties off and licking the newly-exposed skin. His experienced tongue sent her into shivers and she writhed in immense pleasure.

Casey knew that this was wrong. Derek had a girlfriend. Casey had a daughter—well, they had a daughter, together—not that Derek knew anything about Brianna. Plus, add on the fact that they hadn't seen each other and three years. And were stepsiblings.

It was just all-around wrong. And yet it felt so right.

Derek could hardly wait to be inside Casey again. Seeing her naked again alone nearly sent him over the edge. And once he actually entered her, he closed his eyes and let out a guttural moan.

It felt like he was home. Only she could make him feel that way.

"I missed you so much," Derek gasped out between thrusts. Casey only clutched Derek tighter to her, pressing their bare torsos together in a beautifully stimulating way.

They were starved for each other.

She bit her lip to control her urges to moan and sigh and scream out how good it felt to be one with Derek Venturi again. She wrapped her bare legs tightly around him as they moved together in synchrony.

"…wanted you every day for the past three years," she heard Derek mumbled against her skin as he nipped at her neck. "Before then, too…"

Casey could only moan to acknowledge him, and buried one hand into his sweat-matted hair. She wanted to tell him everything right then and there. About Brianna. About their daughter. But no words came out of her mouth, only moans.

Derek's hands came down between them and teased Casey to the point where she bit his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. All he could do was grin and try to imprint the feeling and image of her writhing against him forever in his mind. He heard his name on her lips and slammed himself deeper inside her. He hadn't felt this incredible in years.

Over three years, to be more exact.

They came together in one moment where they had to swallow each other's cries of ecstasy, and Derek released Casey only after she was done spasming. He slid out of her and folded his arms around her. She instantly curled up against him, and the two of them fell asleep with glowing smiles on their faces, satiated for the first time in so long.


Casey woke up to the annoying sound of ringing. Opening one blurry blue eye, she fumbled for the cell phone she had placed on the nightstand. The clock read 9:03 AM.

"Hello?" Casey's hoarse voice asked.

Derek woke up but didn't move, too comfortable still wrapped around Casey's naked body. He listened to her say, "Oh, hi, baby."

That made Derek stop. Wait… she has a boyfriend? I thought she said she didn't. Maybe she was just lying to us…

"Oh did you? That's great. Okay. I'll call you later. Bye, honey, love you," she mumbled into the phone in a low voice.

But Derek still heard her.

She curled back up with Derek and fell back to sleep instantly. He felt jealousy shoot through him. And some anger. Logically, he knew that he had actually just cheated on his girlfriend, too. So he was no better than she was.

But still… why would she lie about the whole boyfriend thing?

Feeling both guilt and regret from his actions, he pulled his clothes back on and quietly left the room, this time leaving Casey alone to deal with the aftermath.