Authors Note: I feel like I was able to get some of my kick back that I lost in the previous two chapters. Thank you for the reviews and follows I have received so far. I really appreciate it. *This chapter does contain a more mature theme
Casey burrowed deep into the goose down feathered pillow beneath her head and wanted to scream.
The figure behind her wrapped her up into a compressed state and began slowly gliding her to the mattress' edge, except it wasn't the body Casey would have preferred. She had spend the whole day listening to a sobbing, bad-tempered, my geeky boyfriend dumped me, Emily.
Thats right. Sheldon Schlepper was the one to dump Emily Davis. There wasn't a soul alive that would believe that story...except it was actually true. And here is the worst of it. He broke up with Casey's comrade for non other than Amanda. Highly regarded, good-natured, Ralph's current girlfriend (or ex-girlfriend by now), Amanda. Unfortunately, she had two good friends to comfort because their was no way Derek would put an arm around Ralph and give him a hug in his time of need. Not even if hell froze over and giraffes became house pets.
Perhaps Sam could help her out on this one.
Amanda of all people. It never occured to her that she would break Ralph's heart this way. Possibly by going away to college, because it was pretty evident Ralph would have trouble getting into a vocational school around the block. Amanda was also more likely to leave the country and become an evangelist in a third world country...but never leave Ralph for SHELDON SCHLEPPER.
Casey cringed at the thought. It was the most obsured idea that anyone could have thought up. But...it...was...all...true.
That's like Derek dumping her for...for...well Casey didn't have to worry about that.
After all this time, why break her heart?
They had spent too many hours sending one another longing looks and fighting because the explosive sexual tension was out of this world. He had promised her on the way back from the lake after the worst and best night of her life, that they were together for good.
In the back of Casey's mind, she had to willfully restrain herself to stop the fantasy because this was Derek Venturi they were talking about. He promised Kendra the moon, Samantha the stars, the waitress down at the Bagel Hut a hot date that never happened. It was in his nature to disappoint, but Casey was aware that he treated her better than any girl he had ever been with, as bad as that may be.
Casey started to reminisce about her bold skinny dip at Mississenewa Lake, when she had pulled Derek into the water and he had held her head underneath the surface until her lungs were about to explode. It was the most damaging thing he had ever done to her. But once she had materialized, gasping for air, he had taken her into his arms and gave her the most amazing kiss anyone could ask for.
It was embarrasing to think how needy she had been that night. Practically begging for him to be with her and get rid of Kendra. It was the first time that Derek felt authentically within reach and she had been terrified to waste the moment by letting him go.
Derek told her about reality. How reality wouldn't let them be together. Luckily he got a taste of his own medicine and realized just how much Casey meant to him when he had seem Eric touching her, though he didn't know at the time what was really going on.
It brought Derek to the reality that had always been right infront of him. Sure Casey had her hands full, but what girl didn't when it came to having a really hot boyfriend who thought he was God's gift to women. He was a gift, but Casey would never tell him that to his face. His ego was the size of a blimp as it was.
Emily snored in her ear, causing Casey to lift her head up in a startled fashion. What time was it anyway?
11:32
Smelly Nelly's closed at 9 o'clock on weekdays and 10 on weekends. Derek should have been home atleast a half hour ago.
Where was he? It wasn't in Casey's nature to get worried so quickly but he was rarely late. Saturdays were the worst. He was literally gone the entire day; at work from open until after they closed.
And he was beginning to make a habit of coming to her right after work, when everyone was asleep and they didn't have to tip toe around quite as much. Sure, Emily was there tonight, but she slept like the dead. It wasn't likely for her to wake up when Casey left to be with him.
It would obviously be in Derek's room tonight.
Casey smiled to herself. The new anticipation of each moment in his arms was not wearing off in the slightest. He always thought of new ways to touch her...new ways to make her want him more than she already did. He was talented, she had to admit. Wanting him any more than she already did was impossible, or so she thought before he showed her new ways to make love.
In the midst of her thoughts, a light stride began coming down the hallway. He was finally home. The anticipation in the pit of her stomach was tightening as the stepping grew louder. She hoped he didn't come in and make a big production, waking Emily.
And then the advancing stopped all of the sudden. Casey's brow furrowed in bemusement. Where did he go? Surely he hadn't gone to bed without even a good night kiss.
The squeaking noise of the shower turning on brought some relief to her momentary lapse of judgement and fear that Derek wasn't interested in her tonight.
Casey began to lift from the bed, first placing her friends heavy arm off of her head, and then clearing out from under a left leg that was placed precariously, from her hip. It took some man power but soon she was free.
Casey shuffled to the bathroom, suprised to find it unlocked. She slipped inside and noticed that Derek was already in the shower, his work clothes strung in a trail from the door to his destination. He had wasted no time in disrobing, the stinky ensemble flung from his body without care on where it landed. Smelly Nelly's name wasn't an accident. Derek reeked when he came home from work but thought it was funny to make love to Casey while her nose wrinkled in disgust. Him taking a shower at midnight was nearly unheard of.
She slipped out of her shorts and tshirt, the anticipation of seeing him wet and naked almost caused her undoing. They hadn't taken a shower together yet. It was something she avoided because that was the last place he and Kendra had been together. But it was something she would have to get over if she wanted to enjoy him in the same manner.
Quietly slipping into the cold tiled tub, she admired his back privately for a moment, noticing the way he hunched forward with a hand bracing his weight against the wall. His head was completely held under, his shaggy hair hanging low slightly past his shoulders while wet.
Boldly, she snaked a hand out and touched the stream of water gliding down his toned back, noticing the temperature was barely above freezing. She gave a gasp from the cold and Derek turned around, startled. He opened his mouth to complain, but quickly closed it before turning his body once again away from her to get below the water; the muscles in his back moving.
He didn't even say one word to her. Casey felt like an idiot standing naked in the back of the tub behind Derek.
After several moments, he reached twords the knob and turned it to the left, indicating warmer water.
"Sorry, Case. You scared me."
"I just meant to suprise you. I was wondering what took you so long to get home and then you came in here so I thought I'd follow. Emily stayed the night and I figured you might try to come to me so I just wanted to make su.."
Casey was shut up from her rampant rambling by a cool kiss, his lips still freezing from the water that had been so frosty.
He still kissed her like he always had. Deep and penetrating, his tongue teasing and taunting. But something was a little off. It was like his movements were the same but his emotions were non existant. Derek broke the kiss and rested his head upon her shoulder, his breathing uneven and slightly troubled.
"What's wrong?" Casey wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer but not asking would be far worse.
"You know I love you, Case...I always will."
Why was he saying this? It scared Casey to think that what had just happened to Emily was about to happen to her but she would be able to tell no one of her heartbreak. She would never be able to get away from the person her broke her heart. He was destined to be in her life forever.
"I know," she croaked out. He lifted his head and held a steady chocolate gaze into her own glossy blue ones. His eyes looked red like he had been crying but she wasn't positive since they were in the shower.
Instead of speaking, Derek placed her up against the wall and held her there tight before once again loving her with his mouth. Casey sighed deep, not certain if it was pleasure or relief she was feeling.
His hand reached down to grasp her leg and in one rough motion, he entered her, catching her cry in his mouth.
Casey bit down a grown as he continued pumping into her, trying to focus on his hair, his back, and the rest of his body. It was harder than she had ever experience before. So rough, that a jolt of pain shot threw her that she hadn't known since he had taken her virginity such a short time ago.
It was never ceasing, never ending. It felt like an hour when it was no more than minutes but Casey dare not say anything. It seemed like this was what Derek needed and she was becoming such a pushover with him. Who was she to deny him her body when she had willingly given it to him so often before.
And then he groaned deep. Casey could feel something hot go into her, and she began pushing furiously at this shoulders for the first time since he began his manhandling of her.
"Derek!" Her screaching seeming to jolt him back to reality. He searched her face for clues to what was the matter. Then in a quieter voice, she answered his silent question. "You came in me."
He looked confused for a moment before realizing what he had done.
"Shit," he said hitting the tiled wall behind her head. "Fuck."
And then his shoulders began to heave. He was crying, something Casey had never seen him do before. Derek Venturi, the one with a tears phobia, was crying. She reached out to comfort him, feeling his shoulders stiffen.
"It's alright," she reasured though she wasn't completely convinced it was. "It was the first time you've done that so I'm sure it's no biggy."
He rose his eyes to meet her's once again. Casey noticed how lost he looked. Derek was looking right at her, but it was as if he was seeing something, or heaven forbidden, someone else as he gazed upon her.
"I'm sorry, baby." Derek gathered Casey in his arms and they let the water run down their exposed bodies as he once again cried, but this time into her slender neck. He stroked his hands against her soft skin in a caress meant to comfort them both.
To Casey it almost felt like he was memorizing her curves, like he would never again know the feel of them.