Sexy Can I- Ray J

"De-rek!" Casey groaned as she snapped her phone shut and tossed it into the passenger's seat. She ran her hand through her hair.

"Where was the party?" she asked herself as she looked around, driving slowly.

"Man, I must look super sketch," she muttered to herself. Casey jumped slightly when she heard her phone ring.

"Derek! I can't believe—oh, sorry Emily,"

"Yeah, I know," Casey sighed, "did you find out where the party is?"

"Yeah, uh-huh," Casey answered, "Yeah, I know where she lives. Down the street from Sam. Thanks Emily, love ya," Casey said as she hung up. She pulled into the next driveway to turn around and drive over to Sam's house.

"Derek," Casey groaned as she spotted the house where the party was. How have the police not shown up? She wondered to herself as she unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared herself to walk into the middle of mayhem. It was worse than she imagined, there were people on the front lawn making out—some half dressed. There was an inflatable pool on the front porch that looked like it was full of jello. Casey shuddered as she walked through the front door.

This was not how she planned on spending her Friday night. Playing where's a trashed Derek Venturi was not her idea of fun. She had been settling in to watch Pride and Prejudice when a wasted Derek had called her. Being the wonderful, caring person that she is she had agreed to pick him up. She had grabbed the keys to the Prince, luckily Derek had gotten a ride to the party. A drunk Derek driving was not good. Now here Casey was an hour later, in the middle of a crowd of drunk people.

"Derek!"

"Derek!" Casey shouted over the music, she walked into the living room and finally spotted the cause of all her troubles. Derek was sitting in an armchair with a blonde on his lab. Casey felt her anger flare as she stalked over where Derek was sitting.

"De-rek!" she shouted

"Oh-oh!" the blonde slurred.

"Get away from him," Casey snarled. Whoah, where did that come from? She thought.

"Relax Sexay," Derek slurred.

"I guess I should leave," the blonde giggled, "your girlfriend looks pished,"

"Sexay's, Sexay, Cayshee—she's not my girlsfriend,"

Casey rolled her eyes as she grabbed Derek's arm and pulled him up.

"CAY-SEE" she said slowly, "My name's CASEY," They had almost made it to the front door before some song started blaring through the speakers.

"Sexay, it's your shong,"

Casey groaned as drunk Derek began to sing—slur—along to the words.

Casey gasped when she felt Derek's hands on her waist an pull her flush to him. Derek had somehow moved behind her. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Red lights, sirens, caution tape, were all flashing through Casey's head. Then she felt Derek's lips against her ear.

"Sexy can I?"

Casey felt her entire body flush. Somehow Derek didn't have beer breath. Her nerves were on fire as Derek ran his hands over her hips.

"Wrong," Casey said as she wriggled out of Derek's grasp.

"Derek, we can't do this,"

"Ahh," Derek groaned and pouted.

Casey tied not to smile at pouting Derek.

"Come on, lets get you home," Casey wrapped her arm around Derek's waist as he slung his arm around her neck and they made their way to the car. After what seemed like an entirely long walk they reached the passenger's side of the Prince. Casey could still hear the stupid song Derek had been singing. She had her hand on the handle and then she was once again pinned by Derek. Derek had spun her around and had a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Derek," Casey warned.

"Casey,"

"I need to get you home and I can't do that with you not letting me,"

"Casey can I?"

"Can you what?" Casey asked now she was aggravated, obviously Derek was never drunk. This was probably another one of his jokes that he played on her.

"Can I this?" Derek asked before he leaned down and kissed her. It took Casey a few seconds before she realized that Derek's lips, Derek's warm, soft, wonderful lips that were doing wonderful things to her own lips were actually on her lips. What to do? She thought.

Casey could feel Derek's lips curved upwards as she wrapped her arms around his neck. When they absolutely needed to breath they broke apart as Derek sat Casey on the hood of the Prince.

"Obviously you're not drunk,"

"Guilty."

"Yeah you are,"

"So?"

"Derek can I?" Casey felt her stomach flip as Derek grinned at her.

A/N: R-N-R and I might update again!!

"Of course you can, Sexay," Derek answered as she pulled Casey closer.