AN: so... missed me? I should be studying, but what can I say? Procrastinating is my middle name, I am a Derek.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing

He just got off the phone with Emily. A really exhausting phone call, if he might add. He knew this was going to happen. I mean, they were in different Universities, and long distance relationships never work. Especially if you don't really love your partner.

Which was the case.

Sure, he liked her a lot. More than Kendra. But definitely not more than Sally. And she couldn't even compare to… well, you know who. And Emily didn't love him either. She was still not over Sheldon.

As he entered his (and Casey's) apartment he saw sitting on the couch, with a cup of coffee in her hands. She probably knew, already.

"Emily and I broke up," he stated, nevertheless.

"I know. How are you feeling?" she asked, concerned in her eyes.

"That's all you're gonna ask? No 'why did you have to go and break my best-friend's heart?!'? No 'Der-ek!'?"

"I'm more concerned if she broke my best-friend's heart," she explained.

"Shouldn't the right noun be 'brother'?" he snarled, remember their conversation earlier in the summer. Brother, step-brother, same difference.

"I don't think she broke Edwin's heart."

"So I'm not your brother?" she nodded. "Then why did you call me that?" he asked, confused.

"Because it's like when you call me klutzilla, or keener. It was to spook you. I know you hate the thought of being even remotely related to me, so I figured it would make you kind of mad," she explained calmly.

He hated the way she said 'I know you hate the thought of being even remotely related to me'.

"You know it's not because I don't like you, right? It's just… being related to you means… you know…." He trailed off. It means that I'm sick for wanting you, he thought.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." She knew all about what he meant. "So, do you wanna talk about the break up?"

"Not really…. Can we just lie on couch, like close, you know, to each other?" Derek asked embarrassed.

Was really The Derek Venturi asking to cuddle? Well, she was not going to complain… "Sure, come here," she answered simply, patting the spot on the couch next to her.

Casey put on some hockey re-run and let her head into his shoulder. After a while (like 5 minutes) he embraced her, pulling the keener a little (a lot) closer. He started drawing imaginary patterns in her back, above her shirt. In an attempt to get closer, Casey ended almost in Derek's lap, and her shirt riled up a little, letting the small of her back uncovered. Derek took this opportunity to snake his hand under her shirt and starting over his drawing directly on her skin.

Casey should have stopped him. Maybe. But she didn't want to. And he needed comfort. So it was okay, she convinced herself.

After what seemed like hours, when she had her face buried in the crook of his neck, he looked down at her, thinking she was asleep. She wasn't though, and looked up at him. And after a second of hesitation, he brought his lips to her. And from that moment on, all his walls came crashing down… and he kissed her more fiercely than he ever kissed anyone. She responded with the same amount of passion.

No one stopped hands from roaming and clothes from coming off. And when he was finally inside her, all he thought was This is home.

"Did you love her?" she asked, when things calmed down.

"No."

"Was it good?" she broke the silence again, after a moment.

"Yeah," was his simple reply. Because he kind of felt cheap. Sure, he wanted to have sex with Casey for a long time… but he just broke up with Emily and is already naked with another girl. Even though that girl is Casey, that doesn't make it totally okay. Not for him, or Emily for that matter, but for Casey, and for them. Their first time together shouldn't be like this, under these conditions.

Guess a break up can be a reason to sex, even though it just leaves a dull aching feeling in his heart.

AN: Review?