A/N: Thank for the new favs and follows. I'm not too happy with this chapter, but it serves its purpose. The next chapter is gonna be a doozie. I want it to be perfect so it might take a bit, but it will be worth the wait. Happy reading!

Monday's rehearsal came quickly. The cast was working hard to get ready for the upcoming workshop so when lunch came around it was a welcomed break. Derek approached Karen as she was collecting her things.

"Wanna get lunch with me?" Derek asked nonchalantly.

"Of course," Karen said smiling.

Derek walked with her to a café a few extra blocks where they could talk and grab a quick bite. The sat in an isolated corner so no one could over hear their conversation.

"How was the rest of your weekend?" Derek asked smiling.

"Pretty uneventful compared to Friday. I spent most of the weekend thinking about that night and trying to ease the tension, you know take care of it on my own." Karen said, smiling sheepishly.

"Ah well, I can relate to that." Derek said, thinking about how horny he had been all weekend. "How did that work out for you?"
"It's temporary relief. It's gonna take a lot more than that to relieve this tension, but I think you already know that." Karen said in a sultry tone.

"I'm very well aware," Derek said combating her 'come hither' stare with his own piercing green eyes. They were trying to undress each other with their eyes, but their moment was broken up by their waitress who brought them drinks and took their order. Derek tried to focus, but all he could think about was the image of Karen in her apartment pleasuring herself to the thought of him. Karen was saying something about the show, but he cut her off mid-sentence.

"How do you like to get off?" Derek asked bluntly. He had to know so he could picture it for himself. And he liked catching her off guard, seeing if she would break and get nervous like she used to, but she never did anymore.

Karen was taken aback by the question at first but she wasn't offended. She laughed lightly and smiled. Derek patiently waited for her response, thinking maybe he had pushed her to far this time.

Karen leaned closer to him and spoke just above a whisper. "Well it depends. Sometimes I like to tease myself a little so I'll lay on my back and play with myself or I'll lay on my stomach straddling a pillow and rub myself raw against it pretending it's you. Sometimes I don't want to be teased, I just want it quick so I get out my vibrator and let it do the job. But my favorite of course is in the shower. The perfect water pressure from the massager gets me off every time." She took a brief pause and Derek hung on every word, "Maybe you could help me with that sometime. My shower is pretty big."

Derek was squirming in his chair. He cleared his throat trying to compose himself. Karen had become some siren of Broadway and she was drawing him in at an ever increasing pace. "I'll add it to the list of things I want to do to you." Derek said in attempt to regain the upper hand. It wasn't working very well. Karen just smirked and said, "Looking forward to it then."

They finished their lunch and walked back to the studio a little earlier than needed. They walked side by side with their arms touching because lately it seemed they always needed some sort of physical contact. It was the only seemingly innocent way to have contact in public without looking suspicious. That and when he lead her into the studio building he always placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her in. Derek was beyond thankful when they got into the elevator and no one else entered. As soon as the door shut he pushed Karen against the elevator wall and kissed her hard. She instantly let out a moan and grabbed his hips, pulling him against her. It was rough and needy because they didn't have much time. Lip biting, tongue clashing and heavy breathing ensued in the short time they rode up the elevator. As soon as the elevator dinged they pulled apart and stood waiting for the door to open like nothing had happened. They were playing with fire and loving every minute of it.

When they were back in the rehearsal studio, things went back to normal. Derek yelled and Karen followed instructions like the rest of the cast, but Karen no longer took it personally like she had in the past. She knew how Derek worked now, and she liked it. His authority was attractive and ultimately very productive. It was hard to act like she didn't want to touch him every moment at rehearsal. To act like she didn't almost fall to pieces when he taught her new choreography was a job in itself. It took a lot of effort to go against her natural instinct, which was to be with him.

The workshop was on Friday and everything was nearing completion. Derek was content with where they were. For the first time since he had started working with Karen, there was little to no drama surrounding their production. His personal life was a little more dramatic, but not his work. He figured it was a fair trade. Later that night Derek sat at home watching some mindless tv program. Ivy was not at home because she had gotten a part in a new show and was rehearsing late. He didn't really mind. They barely saw each other because of their busy schedules. His mind wandered to none other than Karen Cartwright of course. When that happens he thinks of everything sinful he wants to do to her, which then makes him immediately hot and bothered. He couldn't deal with it anymore. He was done with the teasing. He just wanted her because there was no way he could possibly want her any more than he already did. Derek got out his phone to text Karen.

D: Hey Karen. How are you?

K: Great, just got out of the shower ; ) You?

Derek threw his head back and groaned at her response. God he wished he was there.

D: Oh I guess the word would be frustrated. So I have proposition for you. Friday is the workshop and it's the morning. We should be done by noon. I would like to set up a meeting with you.

K: Ok when? for what?

D: 12:30 after the workshop at your apartment. Karen I can't wait anymore. I need you.

K: I've been hoping you would say that. I want you so much Derek. But I hope you're free for several hours because this is gonna take a long time.

D: I'm counting on it. My goal is that you find it very difficult to walk on Saturday.

Karen smiled at that text and bit her lip. Friday couldn't come fast enough.

K: Looking forward to it : )