The Reunion
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The Reunion
Chapter 5:

The night seemed peaceful as they drove back home. The dark sky and even a few twinkly lights had made an appearance. It wasn't too late but the roads were empty, which Derek loved. He pressed his foot onto the pedal a little harder, letting the engine purr underneath him. He smirked as he loved the feeling of going fast. It gave him an adrenaline rush that couldn't compare to anything else.

"So, how do you feel?" Derek asked her.

He didn't take his eyes off the empty slate of highway, taking notice of the way the headlights illuminated the otherwise dark path. The light glowed off the pavement as it was still wet from the afternoon's rain.

Casey was still curled up in his suit jacket in the passenger side seat with her legs tucked in underneath her. She looked exhausted yet content. The entire scene had a hint of a romantic vibe to it, like something out of a Nicholas Sparks movie or something, Derek thought for just a second.

"How do I feel about what?" She murmured with signs of exhaustion lingering in her voice.

"Tonight. Was it everything you could imagine and more?" He teased before peeking at her from the corner of his eye.

She straightened up a bit before turning her body towards him. She thought about it for a second as she let the night's events replay in her mind. "I think it went good." She nodded. "And, Sharon was pretty jealous of you," she replied with a wicked smile and a devious glint in her eyes.

"Sharon..." He spoke the name while trying to remember why it was familiar. Casey had prepped him on a bunch of names and people he would meet before the reunion. But he didn't listen to most of it. Still the name stood out like a sore thumb and he didn't know why. "Who is she again?" He asked.

"Bully from Fletcher," Casey scoffed, rolling her eyes.

He remembered. Casey went on an hour long rant on how bad she was and how she was even worse than dealing with Vicky on a daily basis. Sharon really seemed to traumatize Casey all those years ago. He didn't know Casey could hold a grudge on anyone… but if she did, it would be on Sharon.

"Interesting," he chuckled to himself.

"Uh oh... What happened?" She asked cautiously yet expecting the worst. She was debating on whether she actually wanted to know or not.

"Oh nothing. But her husband just so happens to be a fan-boy." Derek grinned.

"No!" She gasped while turning towards him as best she could under the seat belt's restraint. "You're kidding!" She added. She sat back into her seat, thinking about it for a second. "I could just kiss you Der," she laughed, giddy about the whole thing. So, Sharon was definitely jealous of Casey, and her husband just so happened to be a pretty big fan of Derek as well? Turned out to be a good night after all!

Derek doesn't blush. So, he didn't blush when she said that. Nope. That didn't happen. He just chose to ignore that last part.

"Nope. He came over and introduced himself." Derek shrugged yet feeling embarrassed strangely enough.

"That's awesome," she added while smiling.

It was weird. She was happy. And she didn't expect herself to be. She thought something would go wrong…because something always goes wrong, doesn't it? The whole lie was supposed to explode in her face before ending badly. She's glad it didn't, obviously. But in all the movies she watched to prep herself for the night, something always went wrong. She was prepared for the night to end in tears. This was a wonderful turn out. And for that they had to celebrate.

"Hey, I was thinking…" Casey started after a while.

"That's never good."

"Hey, I take offense to that."

"What were you thinking?" He asked, getting her back on track, before looking at her for a second.

"That we are actually even." She replied with a smug smile while not taking her eyes off of him.

"Even? You mean about tonight?" He asked in disbelief. "Cause there is no way in hell we're even. You owe me big McDonald. Huge! I'm talking-"

Casey clearly didn't want to hear what was at the end of that sentence, so she cut him off quickly. "Not a chance! Do you remember calling me the Grade Grubber in high school?"

"Yeah?" He asked while knotting his eyebrows confused.

"Well, remember when you tricked me into helping you on that English project? And we dressed up as Percy and Mary Shelley?"

"Yeahhh," he said again while dragging the word out slowly. He still didn't understanding what the point was.

"They were a married couple." She pointed out.

"Still not following." He shook his head.

"I risked my rep to get a passing grade for you!"

"You didn't have a rep," he corrected.

"Der-ek!" She whined.

"So what, you saved my ass once-"

"Oh, we both know I saved your ass more than once! And to be fair, you saved mine tonight, on similar terms! We're even Venturi!"

"So not. We didn't even have to act married then! There was no dirty grinding or hickies involved," he pouted.

"And what a shame that is," Casey smirked.

By the time Derek parked the car and came upstairs, Casey was barefoot and slumped over her kitchen counter. He heard her moaning a little too deeply due to a massive piece of red velvet cake that sat in front of her. The sounds she was making alone were enough to make Derek run out of there. But he was a sadistic man, so clearly he stayed.

"I hope you saved me some," he groaned after walking straight into the kitchen. But he wasn't sure if he meant the cake, or Casey.

"Not a chance," she hissed. She brought a forkful into her mouth before humming with delight as the spongy red cake and creamy frosting touched her tongue. She wrapped her lips around the fork tight before slowly pulling it away from her mouth, making sure to licking up all the icing off of it before pulling it out.

Derek watched her, memorized by her mouth and tongue.

"Tease," he breathed out hoarsely while trying his best to blink out of the daze. He too leaned against the counter next to her before using his fingers to steal some of the delicious frosting from the piece of cake.

She rolled her eyes at his terrible childish ways but didn't say anything about it. She put her fork down and swiped her mouth clean. "Unzip me?" She asked after putting her fork down and turning her back towards him.

He didn't think much about it. He licked his fingers clean and wiped them on his pants because he wouldn't dare get any icing on that ridiculously tight and perfect dress of hers. He pushed her hair off to one shoulder easily, and then he froze.

The dress exposed a bit of her upper back, he knew that, but he hadn't thought about it until that moment. He wasn't sure what possessed him to even think about it but he wanted nothing more than to press his lips to the top of her shoulder and inch his way down her spine, but he knew he couldn't. He shook his head, shaking his thoughts away.

He slowly pulled the tiny silver zipper down her back. The room was suddenly silent, so much so that he swore he could hear the links of the zipper open one by one. Was he going that slowly? He wasn't sure yet he kept pulling and pulling, revealing more and more of Casey's skin to his hungry eyes. He reached her black strapless bra and kept pulling until he reached the small of her back. His fingertip skipped down the center of her back, itching to feel the way her body dripped under his touch.

And he thought he had reached the bottom, he still hadn't. The zipper went almost down the entire dress. And although he knew he had opened it big enough for her to step out of it, he didn't stop. He couldn't resist touching her. He ghosted his index finger down her spine as he pulled the zipper down until he saw the beginning of her black lacy boy shorts. But still the zipper didn't stop, and he had gone that far, he was going to go all the way.

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, catching it between his teeth as he pulled the zipper the rest of the way down her sculpted body. Finally he hit the bottom, which just so happened to be halfway down Casey's ass. Which, well damn, she had a very nice one too.

He dropped his hand from her dress completely before stepping away from her. He needed to put space between them. Because he had literally just undressed her, and he was having thoughts float around his head and space would just do them both a lot of good.

"Thanks," she whispered before turning halfway towards him. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue than he was used to seeing.

"Welcome," he replied, coughing awkwardly, reaching for her forgotten fork.

"I'm gonna go change…" She trailed off.

"You go do that," he replied while keeping his eyes locked on the not-as-delicious cake in front of him to minimize the awkwardness.

She took off all her make-up, pulled her hair into a pony tail before she changed into an old Queens t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants as she tried her best to calm down.

"So, being Mrs. Venturi was interesting. Wasn't as bad as I expected," she smirked while walking back into the kitchen.

He was sitting on one of the stools across the counter as he finished off the rest of her red velvet cake. His white shirt was suddenly missing a few buttons with his tie pulled open and hanging lower on his chest.

"Well, I'm a good husband obviously." He replied like it was no big deal.

"What, you've had practice?" She joked before getting them a pair of wine glasses from the cupboard and a wine bottle to celebrate a successful night.

"Well... you know," he shrugged nonchalantly. "I like to play house sometimes." He winked before grabbing one of the glasses she had poured for them. He quickly took a much needed sip.

She looked up at him with a grin on her lips as she shook her head. "What, like in bed? Really? That does it for you?" She asked while leaning onto the counter with her elbows propped up like she was interested in the answer. Did he really get off on the idea? It put a whole new spin to the "Honey I'm home," line she pulled on him a few weeks ago. That night could have gone very differently if she would have known. But did she want that with Derek…?

He licked his lips slowly, lapping up any leftover red wine. "Willing to find out?" He asked before narrowing his eyes. And maybe it was just the alcohol talking. But he had only had two drinks back at the reunion since he had to drive them back yet Casey had been drinking. Not as much as it seemed though. He'd get a drink at the bar but she wouldn't even finish it before getting pulled away by someone who wanted a picture leaving her forgotten drink on any random table. But she was definitely more buzzed than he was. But she had learned to hold her liquor in college so he knew she was still in control.

Casey's breath hitched noticeably which only made Derek look even more smug about it. She didn't know if she should answer. Did she want to find out? Clearly she should say no; boundaries damnit! Since when had her and Derek's relationship changed to the point where she had to stop and actually consider one of his backhanded comments? Was it even a backhanded comment anymore? Was there any truth to it? Too many thoughts were spinning around her head at the moment. So much so that she couldn't make herself reply. Maybe she was supposed to counter it with an insult. Dismiss the comment, ignore it completely.

Needing to fill the silence, Derek spoke again. "I'm just saying... maybe I can get you to call me a god again. Does my ego good." He added with a chuckle.

And that was it. At least that's what made her mind up about the whole situation. She needed to confront Derek somehow.

"It's all about your ego, isn't it?" She groaned, unimpressed. She swirled the wine in her glass and watched as it spun around instead of watching him because that was easier than looking at him with this weird yet intense version of their usual sexually tensed encounters.

"Hey, if you want it to be all about you, just say the word. I'd be more than willing to comply," He added with his voice huskier and deeper. And she really, really didn't need to hear him use his bedroom voice on her.

She looked up at him with her mouth slightly open because wow, he really just said that. "Shut up," she finally said. Because that's the best comeback she could come up with. Her brain was mush and she had been drinking most of the night. And if she finished that glass she wasn't sure what would happen.

"You know, Miranda was asking all about our sex life tonight." He smirked while leaning against the back of his stool with a smug smile.

"What?! What did you say?" She asked almost panicked because she wasn't one to be so open about her sex life. But Derek on the other hand…

"Well...safe to say, David was it? Yeah, he's not satisfying her needs as well as I do yours." He shrugged as if it were nothing.

"WHAT!" She yelled before slamming her hands against the counter with her eyes blown wide in horror. Derek satisfying her needs. Derek satisfying her needs.Derek satisfying her needs.

"What, was I supposed to be subtle? You know that's not my nature. And if you wanted a nice quiet boy to marry, you would have. But you picked me." He smirked while knowing he had the upper hand.

"You're never going to let this go, are you?" She sighed before running a hand through her hair, messing her ponytail up a bit. She was tempting to just pull it out because wow, she didn't think that one through huh? He was going to hold that over her for their entire lives

"Not in a million years, babe."

"Fuck. My. Life." She cursed, throwing her head back.

Derek's mind instinctively came back with a reply. I'd love to. Just tell me when. But he stopped himself before his thougths got too detailed of how exactly he could...

"You got to stop making it so easy for me," he chuckled while rubbing his face with his free hand.

"Easy?" She asked confused. "How do I make it easy?" She scoffed.

"Everything you say, I have twenty different innuendos that would make you-"

"Why are you so obsessed with that tonight?" She finally asked, cutting him off because she didn't need to hear the end of that sentence. Especially because the word she was thinking was wet. And they did not need to go there. They really didn't.

He sighed before staring at her blankly for a second. "Cause I watched you change into twenty dresses until you found that one." He pointed at her and the way she was leaning forward on the counter was really not helping him and his view to her chest. "I had to pretend to be your husband all night, and talk about our nonexistent sex life. It does things to a guy Casey!" He explained before running a frustrated hand through his hair. Literal sexual frustration. "I should just get out of here," he decided before getting up from his seat.

"Or, you could stay over," she spoke softly before he went too far.

"And why would I do that?" He asked, turning to face her again. He looked upset, torn, and frustrated and all because of her.

"Cause I'm sick of hearing you. Talk is cheap. Put your money where your mouth is Venturi, I dare you."

And with that said, she started walking towards her bedroom. Along the way, she stripped off her red Queens t-shirt before letting it fall to the floor without a care. He watched her walk away, revealing her back to him for the second time that night. And this time she wore nothing underneath and she was giving him full permission to look at the rest of her.

His eyes went wide but it wasn't enough to shut him up. "I don't know about my money, but I can definitely put my mouth-"

"Prove it," she groaned all the way from her bedroom.

And suddenly there was no place Derek would rather be than in Casey's bed, proving himself to her.

AN: My consent struggle to not finding a word to replace butt/ass. UGH! Anyway, please prepare your Baby Making Playlist for the next chapter. It should be a good one.

PS. The reviews have been so awesome and in-depth too! Thanks a million guys. I was so worried about posting a new chapter fic since it had been a while. But, you guys have made me even think of yet another one, after this one! So yeah, thanks for inspiring me to get writing.