A/N: I know this is so incredibly wrong and strange, but I thought it was interesting and different. I don't own Life With Derek, or the characters. Oh, and INCEST, and some slash so watch out if your squirmish. If you don't like it, deal. I wrote it, but you didn't have to read it.
Love/Hate
Their hate fueled their passion.
Stolen kisses between arguments, their hushed, hurried touches bruising in the time they could manage to get away. They hated each other so much, hated each other so well, they fooled everyone into believing that that was all it was. Hate became more then itself- it morphed into a violent, all consuming lust. Near the end, they couldn't tell if they were really arguing, or just preparing for the angry sex that inevitably followed.
It was so easy it was nearly scary. Living in close quarters made it easy to sneak into each others rooms, their limbs tangled and their breathe harsh and fast.
It was so wrong, so horrible, Casey tried again and again to stop the poisonous cycle. It was so wrong, but it was so right, the way it felt, and while the passion didn't stop the hate, it was something. It was something that Casey couldn't give up, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, tried to stop the one vice she couldn't quit. Her dirty, dirty habit, the secret she couldn't even confide in Lizzie. It was shameful, and she began hating herself for it as well as her lover.
It didn't matter though. Even when they lived in seperate places, they still managed to find each other. Their mutual family members made meeting inevitable, and the sex when no one was watching, no one was seeing, was so incredible that Casey forgot all ideas of breaking the habit. It was perfect, the hate, the anger, the sex. The cycle was painful, but oh so good, and she never wanted it to stop. But it did.
Derek and Victoria kissed.
Casey had a feeling it was more then that, and she hated it. Even though the two had come to terms, so to speak, the hate was still there in the background, as well as the insatiable lust. She knew they weren't a couple, but she never the less felt betrayed when she saw the tape. She felt betrayed by both of them, and she tore apart her room, not wanting to but not knowing what else to try. The hate was beginning to build even more fiercely. It wasn't that her lover had 'did it' with someone else- it was the someone else. How dare they do it with someone she had to deal with constantely? A relative? That was their special thing, their dirty habit, their poision.
She finally thought she would be able to break the cycle.
Casey was wrong. She would always come back to the hate, to the passion- she never found the same lust with anyone else. It was so fierce it hurt, and she hurt.
She would always come back to Victoria.