Title: In the Bathroom
Author: Kathea
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Derek/Casey
Category: Romance
Summary: Oh the things that can happen in a bathroom
AN: Okay, not anywhere near my normal fandom and not really sure what compelled me to write this but here it is. I think LWD came on Disney America after I got out of college, so I'm a little overage. This is set towards the end of their senior year.
AN2: Thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciate it. Also, if this seems disjointed it is. It is continuous in the sense that one event follows after another but look at each chapter as a vignette. Also, this is almost all written. Just got to get chapter 4 typed and I think we'll be done at 5 chapters.
Chapter 3: Fair's Fair
All of his dreams consisted of steam and Casey in various states of undress. And none of them gave him any sort of relief. They were far too short. Waking at five am on a Sunday, wanting nothing more than to sneak next door and ravish his step-sister made breakfast uncomfortable. Hell, everything was uncomfortable. It was made worse by Casey's seemingly dogged determination to wear the least amount of clothing possible. Sure, it was almost summer and it was unseasonably warm but Derek shivered as he watched her flounce out the door in a halter top and indecently short skirt.
Plans were set. It was time to get back to normal or at least have Casey feel as unsettled as him. Sunday night meant Casey's bubble bath. It was one hour. It was routine. She would never notice the tampered lock.
The tub began to fill at precisely 8:01pm. In exactly six minutes she would light the four candles arranged by her head and turn off the light. In another twenty-three minutes, Casey would be sufficiently relaxed and unaware of the extra presence in the room. With his music off, Derek heard the snick of the lighter and the click of the light switch. Right on time. Minutes later the water stopped running. Faintly he could hear her humming along to her ipod. All that was required now was patience.
Traffic in the hallway quieted and Derek slipped out of his room. Thanks to a judicious application of WD-40, the door opened silently a half an inch. Derek checked quickly to be sure her eyes were closed. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that she hadn't notice and slipped the rest of the way into the bathroom. Finally, a chance to observe openly. Candlelight gilded pink cheeks. Her hair, a knot of curls on the top of her head. She sang along softly to whatever was playing, a soft smile on her lips. Derek inched closer, close enough to touch. Heavy white bubbles hid her chest. Slim knees popped above the water.
It might not be healthy to fantasize about your step-brother but her dreams left Casey unfulfilled, to say the least. Unlike her dreams, her fantasies she could control. Her bubble bath seemed a safe place to indulge in her latest preoccupation, Derek.
He would be sweet and tell her she was beautiful. (It was a fantasy after all.) Derek would come close, twisting his fingers in the curls that escaped her messy up do. He would bend close, lips almost touching hers, teasing hers. Strong fingers would glide over her cheekbones, lips to explore down her throat. Ghosting over her collarbone and clavicle. His warm eyes watching the lap of bubbles against her chest. Casey gave a quick shiver, it felt so real. Opening her eyes, she saw Derek kneeling beside the tub.
"De-rek!" Casey shrieked, bolting upright in the water before quickly sinking down to her chin. His dark eyes were amusement and heat. "Out! Get out!"
"Sure thing, sis. Just needed a bandaid." Rising, Derek opened the cabinet and grabbed said item. Still hiding in the bubbles, Casey glared as Derek opened the door without flipping the lock. Casey growled as the door shut behind him. Derek smirked to himself, Operation All's Fair was a success.
In the tub, Casey seethed. That little pervert. Casey's only consolation was that he didn't know that she was thinking of him. Her little dream come to life for one split second. History said that this was the beginning of a prank war, although the stakes were decidedly different. She would get him back.
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A return to regularly scheduled Derek programming indicated that he must've accomplished what ever he intended. Two could play at this game. But Derek had taught Casey an important lesson. Patience was a virtue.
Days passed without retaliation and Derek figured he was in the clear. He hadn't heard word one from the parental units, so Casey must be keeping quiet. Still, she blushed when he made eye contact, so a successful prank. Or mostly, since his dreams still featured Casey, a very wet and willing Casey. Grinning, Derek knew that he'd run over his own time in the shower and into Casey's. He expected the outraged knocking any minute.
