A/N: I am just such a liar aren't I? I promised more dasey and all you get is a little hand holding. Geez I hate myself. Lol. But seriously the reason is because I actually wanted the story to be about a little more than just them getting together ya know? Well here is something a little hotter. Back to Casey's POV for the moment. Tell me which POV you like better or if you like it switching every now and then.

We were still sitting on my bed and Derek seemed to be off in another world. He had a conflicted look on his face as he gazed across the room at nothing in particular.

Despite Uncle Carl's warnings I wanted so badly to reach out and touch him. I was being selfish and I knew it. To do what I wanted would put Derek in danger. If Uncle Carl found out… I didn't want to think about what he would do.

Still the urge was overwhelming and I could not stop myself from staring at him. Soon enough my gaze caught his attention and he looked at me. We stared at each other for a minute before I finally choked out the words, "You… You should go… Uncle Carl…"

"Fuck Uncle Carl." He said. "He won't scare me off." Then he leaned in towards me and whispered in my ear. "I'm not going anywhere."

His words sent chills down my spine and I closed my eyes. He was so close. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him and consequences be damned, but I couldn't. I had to resist.

Suddenly he leaned in even farther he kissed me just below the ear. It was painfully amazing. He then slowly kissed his way down to the base off my throat and I thought I would die from joy.

But no I couldn't be selfish. I had to stop this. This was wrong. No matter how much I wanted it, it was still wrong.

He worked his way back up my neck and across my jaw line as his fingers lightly brushed across my cheek. Damn it how was I supposed to do the right thing when he was being so amazing?

His lips hovered above my own and he looked at me as if asking for permission. I knew I should push him away. Tell him to get the hell out of my room. Scream at him at the top of my lungs. Just like I would have back before everything had changed. I knew what I should do.

But I didn't do it. Instead I grabbed his face with both my hands and threw myself into the most passionate kiss I could possibly muster. He seemed taken aback at first but he soon threw himself into the kiss as well. We took a short fall and ended up lying on my bed.

We started to get rougher with each other. I rolled over so that I was on top of him and as we kissed I bit his lip so hard it actually started to bleed. We clawed wildly at each other, running our hands through each other's hair and bodies. Our breathing was ragged. It was almost like we were fighting again. But only almost.

He rolled over so that he was now on top of me as his lips broke away from mine. Once again he started kissing down my neck, only know where he had been gentle he was fierce and hungry. I threw my head back in utter ecstasy as I suppressed a moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck and caught his lips in mine again.

Suddenly we heard the door slam downstairs and we sprang apart. I looked at him. His hair was a mess, his clothes were all rumbled, and his lip was still bleeding a little bit. I did not even want to know what I looked like.

Then he started to laugh. "You should see your hair." He chuckled.

I got up and grabbed a brush on my way to my mirror. "Yeah well you look like you got in a fight… and lost." I smiled as I pointed to his lip. He shrugged as he smoothed his hair and straightened his clothes.

"Casey! Derek! Come down here! Spend some time with the family!"

I was pulling my hair back as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I stopped dead as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Caught me if you can." He then grabbed my hair tie out of my hand and bolted from the room.

"Derek!" I called after him. "Give it back!" I chased him down the stairs and it felt like old times only I was laughing and now it seemed like a game and not a war.

At the bottom of the steps Derek stopped abruptly and I slammed into him. I looked around I saw the reason for his halt. Uncle Carl was standing in the living room with the rest of the family looking pissed as hell. Derek glared right back at him.

"What were you guys doing up there?" Lizzie asked. Then as she looked closer. "God Derek what happened to your lip?"

"Oh that?" He shrugged. "Got in a fight with a wild animal." I did not miss his joke, but I hoped everyone else did.

Lizzie looked confused but she just let it go. God I knew there was a reason I liked her so much.

"So Derek we went to the grocery store after the game and guess who we saw." George asked.

"Who?" Derek sounded disinterested.

"Kendra. She said she's sorry she's been ignoring you these last few days, but that she really wants to talk to you." His dad winked at him. "It's that old Venturi charm. The ladies can't resist it. Can they Nora?" He pulled my mom in close to him and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"No George they certainly can't." She laughed as she pulled back to go put away the groceries.

I tried to ignore Uncle Carl's stare as I walked into the kitchen to help my mom and Lizzie with the groceries, but it was hard. There was so much going on all at once: Kendra getting pregnant, Uncle Carl coming back, and now… whatever just happened upstairs. My previous feeling of elation was replaced by on of dread as all these secrets spun through my head.

I glanced back to the dining room where Derek still stood with Uncle Carl, George, Edwin, and Marti. I could feel a storm brewing overhead. I just hoped we all made it out in one piece.

A/N: dang this turned out to be really long. Well I hope you enjoyed it. PLEASE COMMENT!