Author's note: Here's an epilogue about them going home to the fam, the first visit as a couple. Technically speaking, this isn't the last chapter since I'm splitting it in half. It's the beginning of the end, rather. I have to say, that I really enjoyed writing this and all of your enthusiasm and feedback was fan-tab-u-lastic the whole way. Thanks.
Music suggestions: 'Halo' by Beyonce, 'Tell me where it hurts' by Halestorm, 'Start me up/livin' on a prayer' by Glee Cast.
Disclaimer: Don't own Life With Derek.
Perchance to dream: Coming home, Part 1
"Derek, no." Casey stated simply as they walked side-by-side up the narrow walkway from the driveway to the front door of the McDonald/Venturi residence.
"Casey." Derek uttered in an agonized tone, wrapping his arm around her waist. She shrugged it off and glared menacingly at him. "It's the reason why we're here. I'm the one that argued we should keep it in the closet for the foreseeable future."
"Yes, well, I've changed my mind." Casey replied primly, raising her chin and folding her arms over her chest.
"But, Casey, we're already here. What are we going to say?" Derek argued logically, looping one of his arms through her tightly crossed ones.
Casey let the action go. For five seconds as she floundered for an acceptable response.
"That's what I thought." Derek crowed triumphantly. He then began to rub his hands together in a mischievous manner. "So, I think I should just plant one on you right after I ring the doorbell. I think that'll convey the message clearly enough. Even for my dad."
"Der-ek! You are not making out with me on the front doorstep with our parents watching!" Casey seethed, barely reining in the screeching tone that belied the rising panic she felt.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." Derek challenged in a hushed tone, halting their progress about two feet from the front door, Derek's finger poised over the doorbell.
"They might make us find separate living arrangements." Casey supplied in a matter-of-fact tone, nodding her head curtly and meeting his eyes as she waited for his reply.
"Yeah, that would make our life difficult. Not to mention our unrestricted sex life." Derek admitted after a muttered curse, locking his jaw in frustration. On the drive over, he'd actually almost gotten used to the idea. Courage wasn't something that came easily, and letting it go once it was shored up was a major disappointment. Unfortunately, she'd thought of the one flaw he hadn't.
He wasn't ready to let her go now that he had constant, unrestricted, mostly undenied access to her.
"Can I at least sleep in your bed with you tonight?" Derek asked, relenting begrudgingly.
"You'll have to wait until everyone else goes to bed." Casey replied, her tone warning as she smiled softly.
"I don't mind waiting." Derek admitted in a low tone, his breath teasing her ear as he leaned in close. He then nipped at her ear in a teasing manner. "Will you play with me under the covers?"
"Der-ek!" Casey exclaimed loudly, half exasperated and half turned on by the request.
The front door opened at just that moment, Casey yanking herself out of Derek's reach, with a familiar expression of indignation on her face. Both Edwin and Lizzie stared at the usual, yet ever unpredictable outburst from Casey. Derek shrugged his shoulders in a "devil may care" way, a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips as he turned his gaze to his younger siblings.
"Where's the party? You did know I was coming home for the weekend, didn't you?" Derek demanded in a self-righteous tone, pushing his way between Edwin and Lizzie into the house.
Rolling her eyes and huffing at his rudeness, Casey's expression then morphed into a smile as she held out her arms to Lizzie.
"It's good to see you, Casey." Lizzie greeted warmly, meeting her sister's embrace halfway. Edwin retreated into the house to avoid being hugged.
"We decided to come home for a visit. It's just for the weekend." Casey explained as she released Lizzie and stepped over the threshold. Lizzie closed the door behind her.
Standing back away from the group as the rest of the family swarmed on Derek and Casey's unexpected arrival, Lizzie crossed her arms as Edwin came to stand beside her in a conspiring manner.
"They're together." Lizzie stated shortly. "Since they haven't yet openly admitted to it, and since I'm in such a generous mood, I'll give you one last chance to recant on our wager." Lizzie offered in an offhand tone, glancing up to meet his eyes with a calculating stare.
Edwin snorted softly, mirroring her stance. "Not a chance."
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The door had barely shut behind Marti and the rest of the family on the way to their dinner reservation, that Derek and Casey forgone, when Derek set in on some one-on-one time with Casey.
"C'mon, Case. Everybody's gonna be gone for at least the next two hours." Derek argued, adding a dose of begging into his tone as he took her hand in his and gave her his best puppy dog face. Leading her over to his recliner, he sat down and looked up at her. "I'll let you do whatever you want."
"Oh, really." Casey stated flatly, disbelievingly, as she met his stare suspiciously. But she was relenting, she always did whenever it came to spending time with Derek in this new way.
"Of course." Derek agreed brightly, tugging her hand in his direction. "Besides, I just want to start here. We can take it upstairs after awhile if you really want."
"I dreamed about doing something like this." Casey murmured in a confessing tone, afraid of saying the words too loud.
"Really?" Derek asked, his voice going up an octave in surprise. "Did we...?" Derek attempted to ask, uncomfortable with saying any word related to sex in such an open space that was occupied on a regular basis by his dad and Nora.
Instead of answering his question, Casey directed a heatedly coy expression his way. "Tell me where it hurts." Casey cooed in a seductive doctoral voice, pouting her lips as she draped herself across Derek's lap. "I'll kiss it and make it better."
Derek shifted in his recliner, his jeans suddenly becoming very uncomfortable. Forcing back the victorious smirk, Derek put on his serious face and waited for Casey to make her own assessment, perhaps giving him a thorough once-over in the process. He was looking forward to playing doctor with her. They never had before.
"Aww...can't speak, can you?" Casey asked sympathetically after a couple beats, trailing a finger down his face, his neck, to his chest. Derek nodded his head pathetically. "Would you like it if I personally examined you?"
Derek nodded his head a little more enthusiastically, and Casey had to tone down a smile of her own. It had suddenly struck her that she'd never played this role before, despite her dreams of becoming one. She planned on taking very good care of this "patient", and enjoy every minute of it.
It was a good thing she was wearing a skirt. She was wearing leggings as well, but, well...those could be removed easily enough.
"Is the door locked?" Casey asked in a low tone, leaning in close enough to tickle his ear with every word.
"Yes." Derek reassured her in a rushed tone, deciding that one or two word answers would be appropriate.
"Well, then let's begin." Casey said in an analytical tone. Trailing both hands to the hem of his shirt, she paused and met his eyes. "I'm going to have to remove your shirt. And your pants. Is that alright with you?"
"Hell, yes." Derek replied emphatically, raising his arms over his head as he spoke.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Casey tossed it to the floor beside the chair and rose from her seated position. Painstakingly slow, Casey unhooked his belt and pulled it loose from his waist. It joined the shirt. Glancing up as her fingers nimbly pulled the button free and began to ease the zipper down, Casey smirked smugly at Derek's enraptured look, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Closing her fingers around the waistband at each hip, Derek's hips shot up from his seat before she could open her mouth to form the question. Raising an eyebrow in question, Casey tugged the blue jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers in place for the time being. A recognizable tent erected itself as the constricting jeans were pulled free. Derek choked back a groan of relief.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to make myself a little more comfortable as well before I begin the examination." Casey requested in a professional tone. Derek shrugged his acquiescence, watching her intently to see what she'd do next.
Reaching underneath her skirt, Casey carefully shimmied out of her leggings and underwear. Placing them on the rapidly growing pile of clothes, Casey emphasized the movement of separating her panties from the leggings. She caught Derek's visible swallow out of the corner of her eye and grinned to herself.
"Are you...naked underneath that skirt?" Derek asked in a gravelly tone, his hands automatically reaching out for her thighs as she came to stand directly in front of him.
"It will be a necessary component later on in the examination." Casey stated in her professional tone, folding her arms over her chest. "Unless you'd rather I not be that thorough?" Casey challenged haughtily, a corner of her mouth curling upward.
His eyes widened and he shook his head emphatically in the negative.
The thrill of increased chance of discovery heightened every nerve ending as he realized what Casey was about to do for him, and where they were about to do it. She was going to make love to him, right there, in his recliner. The blood remaining in his head pounded in his ears, in tandem with his ever hardening erection at the thought of Casey on top of him, in his all-time favorite chair.
"Would you rather I start from the top...or the bottom?" Casey asked neutrally as she leaned forward. Bracing one hand on the headrest, her other hand caressed his erection through his boxers.
"Are you...going to use your hands...or your mouth?" Derek asked inbetween harsh intakes of breath, attempting to sound as casual as Casey currently did.
"I did say I was going to kiss whatever was hurting..." Casey supplied, her eyes not leaving his as her fingers snaked under the waistband of his boxers to stroke him. Derek inhaled sharply, his body bowing as her fist closed around his erection and spread the drop of moisture that had collected at the head of his penis. "And it would appear that you are suffering immense pain located in this area here enclosed in my hand. I'm going to have to take a closer look."
Clenching her legs together at the growing throb of desire from her own arousal, Casey knelt to the floor in front of Derek. Skipping over most of her original plan, she carefully eased his boxers over his erection and down to his ankles. Opening his knees enough for her to lean over comfortably, Casey cast a furtive glance over at the door. Derek caught her nervous look.
"You don't have to do any of this if it makes you too uncomfortable, Case. You know that." Derek stated reassuringly, reaching out a hand to tweak her chin up so he could meet her eyes.
Smiling with a mixture of softness and wickedness, Casey clasped her hand over the one holding her chin to remove it, let her hair fall over her shoulders, and ran her tongue up his length before closing her mouth around him.
Derek's head fell back bonelessly against the headrest as a loud groan of pleasure rumbled past his lips. This wasn't the first time Casey had gone down on him, but the sight of her head bobbing up and down, and the feel of her mouth and tongue stroking him intimately never failed to set him off in record time. Considering their location, this time wasn't going to be any different. He'd never had a girl go down on him before Casey, so he couldn't really be all that great a judge, but he would rate Casey an "exceeds expectations" on a ten-point scale every time.
He could feel her free hand inching towards the neglected twins underneath his erection when he decided it was time for decisive action.
"Casey, time to stop." Derek said, his tone bordering on pleading as he caught her wandering hand and tugged both of her hands in an upward motion. She followed without much complaint, lightly scraping her teeth along his length before her mouth released him. A hiss of pleasure escaped him as he coaxed her into a straddling position across his lap.
She openly smirked at his disheveled and unsettled appearance, wiping at one corner of her mouth, then the other, like a cat that got the cream.
She honestly hadn't been that far off.
"I'm thinking you'll need a glove for the final section of the exam." Derek stated in a serious tone, each of his hands closing over a firm rounded cheek underneath her skirt. Casey inhaled a sharp breath of her own as he teased a fingertip back and forth along the sensitive crease of skin at the apex of her thighs.
"A love glove?" Casey teased in her best Barry White imitation, unable to suppress the laughter in her tone.
"Is that what the professionals are calling them these days?" Derek asked in a mock serious tone, bringing his own wandering fingers back to neutral territory.
Casey giggled lightly as she shook her head at his teasing. Leaning over the side of the chair, Casey snatched up his jeans. Searching through its pockets, Casey found a condom in the right front pocket. Unwrapping the contents, she positioned the condom and unfurled it around Derek's erection.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching you do that." Derek admitted in a low tone, his voice deep and full of emotion.
Smiling softly in response, Casey then lifted the front of her skirt up and crawled up Derek's body until her entrance was poised at the tip of his erection. Dropping her skirt, Casey placed her hands on Derek's shoulders and began to lower her hips until they docked with his. Biting her lip, Casey closed her eyes and didn't move for a few moments, both adjusting to the intrusion as well as the sensations that came with it.
It always amazed her, being with Derek like this. They'd been together for a month, been in this position countless times, along with a few others, and yet, it hadn't come even close to boring or tiresome. It was probably too early in their new relationship to be thinking such a thing, but she was certain that life with Derek would never get boring. Especially if sex was involved.
Seeming to get impatient with her lack of movement, Derek leaned forward and nipped playfully at the sensitive skin beneath her right ear. Bringing one hand up, he tickled his fingertips beneath the hem of her sweater until his fingers found another soft mound and squeezed.
Arching into his touch, Casey began to subtly shift her hips into his, meeting the shallow thrusting of Derek's lower half. As their pace increased, the chair began to rock, giving an added, but not entirely unpleasant, wave-like motion to their lovemaking.
A low growl of frustration entered the cacophony of sounds reverberating off the walls as Derek yanked Casey's tight sweater over her head, readjusting his body lower in the chair while pushing Casey's bra up to expose her breasts. Pressing one hand to her back, Derek dipped his head and laved at one tightly beaded nipple.
In response, Casey cried out in ecstasy as one of her hands clenched almost painfully around the back of his neck, her rhythm faltering. The altered positioning of his penis rubbed against the no longer fabled spot inside of her, sending her spiraling into an orgasm so intense, so unquantifiably overloading, it bordered on madness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her entire body tensed up like a bowstring and then snapped, waves of unending ecstasy pulsing through her as her body continued to move, automatically continuing the ride, seeking out her partner's corresponding release.
She didn't have to wait for very long, as a pronounced groan emanated from Derek, signaling his own climax. Her limp body collapsed onto his as his arms closed around her to gather her in close. Brushing her hair away from her face with one hand, Derek then gently pressed a kiss to her temple, his own breaths labored as he smoothed his free hand up and down her bare back.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that gets better every time." Derek admitted in a proud, but exhausted tone, a few minutes later.
Snuggling into his chest with her hands folded up between them, Casey sighed and laughed softly in agreement. "I think you're right."
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End Part One. What can I say? I was struck with some..."explicit" inspiration, and I just had to go with it, lol. Part Two...the end end...shall be posted within a couple of days. Worry not, it's already typed up, hence the splitting due to its oversized-ness. That's not even a word, but I'm going with it, lol. Thoughts?