Author's note: Gah! I really hate computers, sometimes! Not only am I a writing tease, now I'm also a straight-up liar. Apparently, my cantankerous bitch of a laptop has been acting even crankier lately. Especially, it would seem, when it pertains to my word processor. I'd open the file (which took about five minutes), would type a paragraph (wait impatiently for the words to appear on the screen), save (took another minute every time, compared to its usual two seconds), and then after about half a page or so, it would freeze up on me and shut itself down. (It's in instances like these that I'm glad I'm a compulsive saver!) Do you have any idea what it's like, typing on someone else's computer, feeling as if they're reading over your shoulder the whole time? That's what it's been like this week. So, I apologize profusely for not updating as promised.
Music suggestions: 'Hangover' by Hey Monday, 'Light of the morning' by Band of Skulls, 'Love/hate heartbreak' by Halestorm.
Disclaimer: Don't own Life With Derek.
Perchance to Dream: The Conclusion, Part II
It may have been extremely cliché, not to mention a "ran into the ground", expression, but making out with Derek was inconceivably better than just sexually fantasizing about him. He seemed to be just as enthusiastically into her as she was to him, which surprised her. The way he skimmed his fingers across her skin as if she were a highly sought after treasure...the way his lips passionately moved over hers as if he needed her essence to breathe, she'd never actually considered how his...respectfulness of her could make her feel, how considerate he would be of her feelings, while making her lose her mind with his overattentive affections.
Of course, she found out real quick where he preferred to be as he flipped them back over after a few minutes of her being on top. And she wasn't just referring to top or bottom.
Her flannel sleep pants and underwear had been pushed down only far enough for Derek to slip his hand between her legs comfortably, just enough to expose her without restriction, but she was fairly certain she'd never felt more exposed as his hand crept at an impossibly slow pace from her stomach into the curls at the top of her sex. Something so forbidden had never enticed her more. Her preset rules about propriety and restraint had never really held much sway, concerning Derek.
Derek tended to have that effect on her. It was either adjust, or be left outsmarted.
Her inner musings must have shown on her face, because Derek stopped his hand just as he began to part her nether lips.
"What are you thinking?" Derek chided, his tone gentle and teasing as a smile pulled at his lips.
"I was thinking that what we're doing is wrong." Casey admitted truthfully, her eyes turning up to meet his.
He reared back as if she'd stricken him, his hand jerking away from between her legs and his expression morphing into something she'd never thought she could inflict on anyone.
Anticipating his reaction, Casey quickly latched onto his wrist and held it pressed next to her inner thigh. "You didn't let me finish." Casey reprimanded, a shy smile mixing with her exasperation. She moved his hand back to where it'd been previously, brushing his slack fingers over her mound.
"But I don't want you to stop. I want..." Casey said in a hushed tone, pausing as she pulled Derek's face closer to hers, averse to say the following words too loudly. The stricken expression on his face melted away, still slightly wary as he allowed her to pull him closer. Once he was face to face with her, she whispered the last few words against the side of his face. "I want to feel more than your fingers inside me."
"I..." Derek began haltingly, searching Casey's eyes with his mouth slightly agape. "Did...did you just talk dirty to me? I totally forgive you if you plan to keep talking like that."
Casey flushed and shifted self-consciously underneath him, settling further back into the mattress, but the Mona Lisa smile that graced her lips was unmistakable.
"Are you going to touch me now?" Casey asked, her tone an odd mixture of confident and timid as she bit her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at Derek with a hopeful expression. "I can tell you how I like to pleasure myself, if you'd like."
"Maybe later, princess." Derek murmured after a suffering groan, scraping his knuckles against her clitoris. Casey's hips instinctively flicked forward to increase the contact. "But right now, I think I'll wing it on my own."
Without any further procrastinating, he parted the heated flesh beneath his left hand and sank one finger inside her.
Around the time she began to daydream about him, she tried to imagine how his fingers would feel. Constant handling of a hockey stick, even with the proper padding, and being exposed to the cold and ice of the indoor rink had to leave an effect on his skin. She pictured them to be on the rough and dry side, not enough to scratch her skin, for she knew he always had a bottle of lotion in the bathroom and that it emptied out regularly enough. That meant he knew how to take care of his skin, at the very least, rudimentary.
As he touched her intimately, though, brushing his thumb teasingly over her clitoris and his index finger hooked inside her, sending tendrils of almost painful-like bliss throughout her veins, the last thing on her mind was the consistency of his skin. Rather, the tactile section of her brain was in overdrive, ecstatic that his whole body was touching her all over, grazing all along her sensitized skin.
"So...how am I doing?" Derek asked cheekily, smirking down at her infuriatingly as her body involuntarily writhed under his onslaught.
"I'll get back at you later." Casey tossed back, breathing in deep for a brief moment of calm to threaten him.
"I'm looking forward to it, princess." Derek replied affectionately, rubbing his other thumb across the straining peak of one of her breasts. Moving his hand off her breast to support himself above her, he leaned in to press his lips to hers.
Her legs laying open wide, the flesh at the apex of her legs throbbing with pent up euphoria, Casey started to whimper into his mouth as the pressure began to build to an unsustainable level. Her impending climax was so near, yet far enough out of reach that she almost batted his hand away to achieve the fulfillment of release on her own.
But then he spoke, his voice low and seductive in her ear, impossible to ignore. "I know you want me to hear those beautiful sounds you make when you come, in person."
Pleasure coiled tightly around his fingertips, and a sound crossed between a scream and a gasp escaped her lips as the restrained pressure unfurled through her abdomen. Her back arched off the bed and her eyes squeezed shut, shudders of a different kind wracking her body, Derek's name breathing past her lips repeatedly as her climax ebbed and flowed though her.
Pulling back reluctantly, Derek eased away from Casey's pliable body. He was rather unsuccessfully attempting to hold back a wide grin as he took in her glowing cheeks and elevated breathing. "I need to go get something before I take off any of my clothes." Derek commented in a rushed tone, explaining himself when he threw back the covers and hopped from the bed. He then dashed out of her room as if the hounds of hell were at his heels.
Casey barely had time to contemplate what he was doing or calm her racing heartbeat before he rushed back into her room, clutching a box of prophylactics in his right hand.
"What?" Derek questioned defensively as he dived back under the covers, Casey's unreadable expression throwing him off his game. He placed the box on the pillow between them as he curled into a ball and cuddled in close to Casey as tremors shivered through his body. "I bought them right before coming to uni. You never know what might happen at uni, right?" Derek finished with a suggestive tone, dragging one finger down the length of her chest to emphasize the nonexistent space between them.
"Yeah..." Casey trailed off slowly, agreeing, as she stared numbly at the box of simple rubbers on the pillow between their heads.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? I just thought that with all we're doing and what you said earlier that we'd...and I just wanted to be prepared and not have to interrupt the process of...even though I know both of us are clean, it's still a good idea to be safe about not getting pregnant or anything..." Derek rambled nervously, his hands gesticulating as he spoke. He silenced himself with a frown of sheer consternation, surprised by the verbal discharge.
Casey was usually the one that couldn't shut up.
"Wait." Casey piped up after a thoughtful moment. "You haven't...? But I thought that maybe...I mean, with Sally...you might have...you didn't?" Casey questioned in spurts, unable to put her thoughts together coherently either.
"No." Derek grumbled under his breath in reply. "We never went that far."
"And how did you know...?" Casey started, referring to herself as she poked him in the chest before turning it back to her own.
"C'mon, Casey, give me a little credit." Derek replied softly, placing a hand on her opposite shoulder as he leaned over her. "I know you better than you think. And I do listen on occasion."
A low chuckle passed her lips as her gaze fell to somewhere between their closely pressed bodies.
"Okay." Casey finally voiced in a whisper, her eyes returning to his and sparkling determinedly.
"Okay." Derek echoed flatly, losing her train of thought.
Casey turned her head and snuck one hand from beneath the covers to pick up the box on her pillow. Derek's eyes widened before his entire demeanor lit up brightly.
Leaning in until his lips brushed hers, he cupped her cheek with one hand and whispered in a tone full of conviction, "I'm not going to disappoint you, Casey."
Staring deeply at each other, Casey finally broke the contact and tapped her knuckle against the box. "So how are we going to do this?" Casey asked, smiling widely from ear to ear.
"Do what?" Derek asked, taunting her.
Smacking him halfheartedly on the arm under the covers, Casey then skimmed both hands down to the hem of his shirt and tugged upwards.
"Oh...you mean are we gonna get naked, even though its freezing." Derek replied as if realization had just dawned. Derek let Casey pull his shirt up and over his head, but reached up and held on as she tried to throw it to the floor. "Might want that back after. It's really freaking cold."
Casey pulled the long-sleeved shirt back under the covers.
"What if I want to wear it after?" Casey queried in a petulant tone, clutching it to her chest, toying with him in return.
"Then I guess we'll have to wrestle for it. See who wins." Derek retorted without hesitation, at the same time pushing the shirt in Casey's direction as he spoke.
Smiling victoriously, Casey put the shirt behind her. Turning back to Derek, she then smiled coyly and slid down, pulling the covers over her head.
Perplexed, and slightly panicked that she was skipping a few bases and fulfilling a fantasy he was too terrified to daydream about while conscious – her mouth opening and sinking around his manhood, her slender fingers teasing the other two-thirds of his manly trio– Derek held his breath until she resurfaced, her shoulders bare and her flannel sleepshirt arcing through the air.
Breath exhaling in a whoosh, Derek returned her impish gaze with something close to awe.
Casey was currently half naked from the waist up, and laying less that one foot away from him. He had to feel her up. It was number three on his bucket list to complete before he graduated college...right after going down on her and being her first to make love to her.
"Can I...?" Derek asked in an unsure tone, pausing to look down at her chest.
Nodding affirmatively, Casey felt around for one of his hands and led it to her breasts.
"Actually, what I meant was..." Derek began to clarify, his left hand unerringly enclosing one breast.
Rolling her eyes, Casey reached out and pushed his head down before he could even finish.
"Wow, that went easier than I expected." Derek deadpanned playfully as he followed her coaxing and disappeared beneath the covers.
"Derek." Casey warned, only to have the words choked off as a moan took its place.
Derek's warm lips lingered on one breast, his breath tickling her as he opened his mouth around her nipple and lured it into his mouth with his tongue. His hand simply rested atop her other breast, kneading so slowly that she ached. She couldn't decide which was more tortuous: the light touch of his hand, or his mouth as his teeth closed around her taut nipple and tugged gently.
She shuddered when she felt him shift on top of her. However, a moment of confusion involving tangled limbs surfaced when she tried to trap him between her legs. His left knee had deposited itself in the empty space formed by her slightly parted legs and her pants pushed down to mid-thigh. Derek fell haphazardly to her opposite side, and the elastic in the waistband of her flannel pants cut painfully into her outer thighs as she'd attempted to open her legs enough to accommodate a fully grown man.
Needless to say, it was probably going to leave a mark. She needed to get her legs unencumbered as soon as possible.
Surprisingly enough, Derek didn't laugh. Not even a stifled chuckle passed his lips as his face still remained implanted in the curve of her neck. "We need to get at least one of your legs out of these pants." Derek commented against her neck, almost echoing her thoughts as he looked up at her with a serious expression.
"Start pulling the right side down." Casey ordered, taking charge of the task. The moment she felt him latch on, she began to slither her leg upward out of her pants.
Derek held on as her leg rose, bent out with her knee remaining nearly flat on the bed the entire way. As her foot crested at the edge of her panties, she reached down and held those open as well. She caught and held Derek's gaze as she pulled her leg free right under her armpit, noting that his jaw had unhinged slightly as she eased her leg back down into its fully extended position, sans clothing.
"You're practically naked under there." Derek mused in wonder, still slack-jawed as he held the covers up a few scant inches and attempted to peer through the blackness to her body.
While he was occupied, Casey reached for the box and peeled back one of the edges to expose the contents. Tearing a condom packet free, she then waved it in front of Derek's unblinking gaze, drawing his attention back up to hers.
"Do you think that maybe when it warms back up we could try...nevermind." Derek started to ask, cutting himself off as his brain caught up with his mouth and his eyes darted up to hers. He should focus on the whole first time, not be planning out future encounters.
"No, go on...tell me." Casey encouraged curiously, urging Derek back on top of her, dropping her distracting hand to rest beside her head.
His gaze returned to her neck as he began to speak. "Do you think maybe we could...do it with your legs over my shoulders? Or perhaps just over my elbows?" Derek asked in a rush, stumbling over his words as his cheeks flushed red and he forced himself to meet her eyes. "It's just that you're so bendy, and I've always wondered...I mean, I just always pictured you..." Derek corrected himself, only to cut his rambling explanation short, his eyes shifting to the packet beside her face as he shrugged one shoulder nervously.
An amused smile tugged at Casey's lips, fighting it back by sucking her lips between her teeth. Attempting serious, Casey narrowed her eyes and stared at Derek with intense scrutiny. "Will we be on top of the sheets or under?"
Derek paused ambivalently, unsure of which answer was correct, and also slightly thrown that Casey was even remotely considering the idea.
"Whichever you prefer?" Derek finally conceded in a drawn out tone, forming the neutral answer as a question.
Casey tapped her index finger against her lips, affecting a deeply contemplative expression.
"I guess it would be alright to at least try sometime." Casey finally relented in a flat, conceding tone, shrugging her shoulders. "All variations. Just to see which one works best for both of us."
Derek almost choked on his own saliva.
"I believe you're still dressed." Casey prompted chidingly, reaching down and tugging at one edge of his pants in emphasis.
A smirk pulled at her lips as he rushed to comply.
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I know! I'm absolutely horrible! I said one thing, did another...and I still haven't gotten to the sex yet. But really. Just look at how much detail I've put into the foreplay. Foreplay, people. This second part is already at approx. 3000 words again. I'm gonna need a lot of space for the final act, and I don't want to cram any more in here. I want to be...colorful, lol. Also, since I'm gonna be writing another chapter, what kind of resolution would you all prefer, aside from the obvious (wink, nudge)? More Dasey between the sheets time (for instance, that over the shoulders reference I alluded to), going home for a family visit (and introducing their updated relationship status), or something else completely? Also, obviously, since I'm absolute shit with promises lately, I'm not setting a specific two-day date like before...Just project happy, quick updating vibes my way, lol!