A/N: Hello readers! Thank you for reading this story guys, I really appreciate the reviews. This chapter's not very long, sorry, I'll try to update as soon as I'm on break.

"Hi."

"Shit Casey!" Derek yelled as soon as he opened the door and flicked on the lights to his room. I was waiting for him. He decided that he would stay at George and Mom's place until I leave. He was just returning from his place.

"Why were you sitting in the dark?" He said mimicking me from earlier and he dropped his bag.

"Because sitting in nothing but my lingerie sounded too cliché."

"Not for me." He smirked. "And we are not cliché." He sat down on the bed beside me and pulled me to him so that I was sitting on his lap. "So how'd it go?"

Mmm. He smelled so good. "Hm? You mean dinner? Oh it was lovely. Lizzie, mom and I went out and there was this cute waiter who wanted me to give him my number." I said snuggling into his neck. Our big dinner was cancelled because of Dylan's leaving.

"Did you?"

"Nope. 'Cause when I flipped open my phone to call him, I saw a picture of a sarcastic idiot staring back at me."

"Really? That's interesting." Derek said pulling back my hair. He started to do exquisite things to my neck with his mouth.

"When did you take my phone? Oh…" I finished with a moan. No answer at first, except for some more pleasuring kisses.

"Does it matter? Anyway, I was actually referring to you and Dylan." More kisses. "You did finish it right?"

I knew Derek was frantic for my answer. His grip around my waist grew tighter. Hmmm…maybe I could hold out just a little longer. Let him be tortured a bit more. "Oh Dylan…" I stopped.

"Don't play with me Casey." He pulled back and glared at me, clearly trying to intimidate me. Well, I can play just as long as he can.

"Oh look, you have something on your neck. Let me get that for you." I started to return all his attention.

"God Casey…" he moaned. I smirked but quickly resumed what I was doing. His hands found their way under my shirt. I shifted myself so I was straddling him. Honestly, who could possibly think of another man in this situation? Oh it doesn't matter. Clearly not at this moment when we were both being satisfied. Oh. Forget satisfied. Derek was feeling happy. I wanted to be mean, just a little. I slide up and down his lap. Oh ow. Suddenly I was on my back, legs still wrapped around Derek.

"Tell me Casey, please?" he begged, quite lustily.

"It's over."

He crashed his lips against mine. "Good." As he pulled away a bit. He started to nip his way past my collarbone. "Tell me when to stop Casey and I will."

I pushed myself up. "Now's not the time to actually be considerate of what I'm what I'm feeling Derek. 'Cause what you're feeling is what I'm feeling. I want that t-shirt off." I yanked his shirt above his head in a quick move.

He smirked at me. "Aggressive much?" He reached underneath my shirt, ready to do the same. The door opened unexpectedly and we pulled apart breathing heavily.

"Oh geez. First it was Lizzie and Ed and now you two!" Marti said completely horrified.

"Wow! You're family really likes to get it on!"

"Dimi! I can't believe you just said that." Marti rolled her eyes.

"It's true. What do you say we keep up with the trend?" The cute boy flashed Marti a flirty grin.

"Dream on. Anyway, what the hell? I leave for two seconds and the whole house is making out? Seriously Smerek, you could have given me heads up."

Derek looked at me. I was already blushing like mad. He turned to look at Marti. "What do you want Marti?"

"Have you seen my Jesse McCartney CD? I lost it."

I burst out laughing. The three of them looked at me like I was crazy. Well, could you really blame me? I mean Derek practically serenaded me with the unexpected song.

"It's in my car." He went to grab his keys from his pocket. "Here". He threw the keys at her. "No driving Marti. Just grab the CD and get out." Derek warned, getting back on the bed.

"But Smerek…" Marti whined.

"No buts Smarti, you're not legal."

"Fine. Come on Dim." Marti jingled the keys. "I found Jesse."

Dimi rolled his eyes and before he left, he mouthed, "What have you done?" and closed the door.

When they left, Derek turned his attention back to me.

"I love it when you get all big-brother on Marti." I smiled.

"Really? Should I do it to you?"

"Derek that's disgusting. You're suggesting incest."

"Well hey, if Liz and Ed…oh shit. Did she just say Ed and Liz? I'm going to kill Edwin. What was he thinking?"

"Hey. Would you rather that Lizzie was with someone that you didn't know anything about or with Edwin? Besides, if they're happy, just leave it. And anyway, with them together", I flung my arms around his neck. "We don't look that bad." And I promptly kissed him.

"True. But I can't believe they beat us 'doing the dirty deed.'"

"You're so immature Derek." I laughed. "And it looks like we're not going to do it now. And Marti didn't say that they were having sex." I got off the bed. "You mister", I opened the door. "Have a dirty mind."

"Trust me when I say that that," he too got off the bed. "Is nowhere near how dirty I can think. Most of the time I think about you in a-."

"You better not finish that sentence Venturi."

A/N: Well there's the chapter. Hope you liked it.