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Derek awoke to the sunlight and the scent of cinnamon. What a nice way to start the day- smelling Casey's cooking.
"Casey…," he sighed and hugged his warm pillow even tighter.
"Derek…," it came back. Wait…not ripped apart? He didn't want to open his eyes…because this can't be what he thought it was!
"Casey?"
"Derek?!"

With a shriek on her side and a gasp on his, they jumped up. One glance was enough to tell him that this was not his room. And the cinnamon didn't come from Casey's cooking.
"What are you doing here?!"
"I don't know…" he scratched the back of his head to awake his brain. There was something terribly wrong in this picture.
"Well, if that's something new…don't just stand there- GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Casey pointed at the door next to her. Eyes glued to the floor he passed her and got out as fast as he could.

He started pacing his room again. Mental note- ask George for a new carpet, the old one is thanks to his new habit barely there anymore. This was so not happening! Okay, it was. His sleep-jersey was enough proof for him. It still had her scent on it. Luckily he didn't have to pick it from the floor, when he left her room. He was fully dressed. At least she couldn't sue him for a fault like this. Although that woman looked even fully dressed…what was he thinking!? This had nothing to do with why he woke up cuddled to Casey in her bed.

He delayed that question by hearing Nora's voice talking to her daughter.
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
Casey gave her answer too quiet to be heard through his closed door. But because there was no screaming his name, he must be on the safe side.

Why was Nora even up this early? When she told him, she would go to a film with George and the younger ones will have sleepovers at friends', he didn't know they would be out longer then he was awake. It must've been after midnight.

The call for breakfast brought him down into the kitchen. Casey sat with their parents at the table, chatting and laughing with them. Either she was a very good actress or she already forgot about this morning's incident.
He was going for the first clue, when she looked him straight in the eyes. The endless blue pools were gone, she shoot looks as cold as polar-ice at him. For just a split second he thought he saw something else in them. Best to describe as frustration. As if she hadn't gotten what she wanted. He knew that look from the fights over the remote. Then, when she ripped his name apart that it gave him shivers. Not I a bad way but-

He choked on his cereals and had to cough. This was not real, it just couldn't be. Why had he had these thoughts about Casey lately? What was going on?
His father patted him on the back until he was able to breathe again.
"Thanks," Derek muttered and went back to his room, leaving the cereals in the kitchen.

u-_-u

His own house. Casey invaded his house and practically locked him into his own room.
He tried to be angry at her and turned on the music so loud he could barely hear his thoughts. Good. No thoughts meant no Casey invading them too.

Suddenly he didn't hear anything. Turning around he saw the cable of the stereo was unplugged. And before he even had the chance to realize who stood in his room, she yelled at him: "What is your problem?!" Fury in her eyes, hands on her hips- Casey looked dangerous. In more ways then if she wanted to choke him with the wire.
"Yesterday you ran away from our fight, today I wake up with you in my bed and now you can't even sit with me at the table!" She pushed it. She pumped up the adrenaline level in his blood and made him shout at her. This was totally her fault.
"Whoa, slow it down, princess! Firstly- I didn't run away, I never do. I just had to get this disgusting sandwich out of my systems, and secondly I have no idea myself why I spent the night in your bed, Klutzilla." She took a step forward and let the wire drop to the floor. Her smirk made him almost run out of his own room. No! If someone has to leave his room, it was her. He mirrored her actions.

She stood straight and looked at him.
"Hate to break it to you, Mr-I-get-in-every-girl's-pants, but if you play any kind of trick on me, you found yourself a hard nut to crack. I'm not infected by your charms." Her voice was a low hiss.
"As we saw today, no trick is needed. I'm probably not in your pants, but I've already been in your bed."

Her smirk didn't vanish as he had wished.
"Still no idea, why you were there?" After that words he didn't hear anything- she grabbed the back of his head and pushed her lips on his. Derek's eyes widened. What…
His thoughts faded as they did with the music before, but this time he liked it way better.
She broke away.
"Casey…" his voice was husky and filled with questions.
She shook her head and leaned towards him again.

Blissfully he closed his eyes and let his hands wander. Down her shoulders to her hands where he intertwined her fingers with his. Without noticing they deepened the kiss. Some seconds, days, centuries later he felt a stinging pain in his lung. He had to break away, even if that meant that she would probably be gone, or slap him, or…smile at him?
Derek had to blink a few times before he accepted that Casey was standing in front of him smiling. Right then she turned her head away and blushed heavily.
"I-I…I don't know…"
Even if he ruined that moment, he chuckled: "Two new experiences at once?"
"Hey!" She didn't slap him, she only hit him on the chest playfully. Then the smile faded.
"What now?"
"I don't know either."
"Maybe…"
"Maybe-what?"
She had turned around and walked to his door, but was stopped by his hand on her arm.
"Maybe the tension between us was not completely hate."

The silence almost hurt his ears. His head screamed at him to laugh at her, call her a fool and kick her out of the room.
Something very deep hidden, though, made him say what was true: "Maybe."
Hesitantly she turned around. "Could this be the reason you went to my room at night?" She knead her fingers and avoided his gaze.
"Could be." Then his old self came back: "Maybe we should make sure your theory is right." He pulled at her hand and she spun around to him like the gracile dancer she was.
"Der-ek," she smiled again. "Do you do this to all your girls?" Hurt flared up in her eyes.
"You want to be my girl?" His smirk came back.
"I didn't say that."
"You did."

"I didn't." She was silenced by a kiss.
As he broke away breathlessly, he still smirked.
"You talk too much."
"And you kiss too much."
"Really?"
"No, now shut up and do it again."
It was as if they lit fires in one another. They wanted everything.
"You know, what this really means?," Casey asked.
"That I found a way to shut you up and enjoy it even more?"
"That you will never kiss another girl."
"You sure? I will kiss all of them: the keener-," he pecked her on the lips.

"-the dancer- " he did it again.

"-the out-of-bed-messy-hair-"

"-the fighter for the remote-" he kissed her with more passion this time.
She pouted. "Why does this Casey get a better kiss?"
"Because I wanted to show her what I felt like doing the since the first time she pinned me to the floor."
"Der-ek!"
"I still love it."
"You love me?" Perplexed she looked at him.
"I didn't say that!"
"You did." Casey smiled triumphantly.
"Fine!," he threw his arms in the air. "I did."
Then he pulled her closer. Her- the only woman he will ever love.

x-_-x

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