When he made it back inside, she wasn't in bed anymore. But his wing wasn't that big, he wasn't worried. He turned toward the bathroom where the door was cracked open just enough for the sound of the shower spray to spill out and greet him.
Tempted, he approached the door slowly, knocking twice.
"Come in," she called out.
It took him a second to push the door open, and let the steam rush over him. Quickly he closed the door behind him, not wanting any interruptions this time around.
The lights in the bathroom were dim, the fog in the air floating around them like a spell. He couldn't see her clearly behind the steamed-up glass shower wall, but it was still clear enough to see all the curves he ached to worship. Her shape was more than enough, his imagination could easily fill in the missing pieces.
She was in the shower washing her hair. Her back was delicately arced, fingers lost in the mass of long locks that flowed down her back, suds falling to the floor from the ends like snow.
"How's Sam?" Casey asked, not even turning to look at him.
Derek took his place, leaning against the counter, giving himself the best view of her. He felt like a statue, a guard protecting her altar.
"Sam…" he started, rubbing his mouth, looking for the right words. He was unsure how he was expected to use words when she was a few feet away looking like his favorite kind of dream. "Sam owes you an apology," he finally said.
"No he doesn't," she sighed in response. "It's not like he purposely walked in on us," she argued, turning to look at him, daring him to argue with her.
"Doesn't matter. I almost shot him," he countered, trying his best to keep his words straight when he was staring at all that soapy naked skin.
"But you didn't," she offered. "You wouldn't," she added quickly.
Derek smiled at that. She was cute. She believed in his control, and that did something to him. But, he had shot Sam before, and vice versa. But that was a long time ago when they were young and dumb. But maybe Casey didn't need to know about that.
"So…" she started, biting her plump bottom lip for a second as she considered her words. "Is he ok ?... With us, I mean?" she clarified, looking away, distracting herself with all the different soaps and body washes in his shower. But that just gave Derek a better angle at her very nice ass.
He groaned involuntarily. "Princess… can we maybe stop talking about my best friend while I'm staring at your naked body?" he pleaded. Sam was the last thing in his mind as he watched her soap up a loofah and run it down her body in what could only be described as slow motion just to torture him.
" Depends… ," she countered with a teasing lilt. "You gonna join me?" she dared ask, peeking at him over her shoulder. "You did say something about having plans earlier," she added.
She was a fucking siren. He'd happily let her pull him under her spell. But she didn't know what she was asking him. She wasn't ready for all of him. Not yet. He was still easing them into whatever this newfound physical relationship entailed.
Derek licked his bottom lip, eyes never leaving her body. It would be so easy to slip into the shower, to press her body against the cool black tile and push into all that lush softness, teeth grazing down her delicate wet skin and picking up where they had left off that morning.
"We both know that wouldn't be a good idea," he finally replied, his voice husky with desire his brain was a bit fuzzy as he tried to remember why it would be so bad.
"So you're just gonna stand there and watch?" she finally asked, her inner brat coming out to play after his seeming rejection.
"Voyeurism," he started, "Can be a lot of fun," he finished, his mouth pulling into a smirk she probably couldn't even see.
Her lips parted in response. Yes, she was very much intrigued by the idea he was offering.
"Do you want to use your safe word?" he asked gently, giving her an easy out in case she wasn't into it.
Casey didn't speak, she just shook her head. He could practically see her falling into the soft and wonderful sub-space she had been dabbling in.
"I need words, princess," he reminded her, his tone gentle but firm. Because although her face was saying a lot, he still needed to hear the words from those pretty pink lips he was utterly obsessed with.
"No," she finally spoke. "No safe word. I'm… interested," she responded softly in return.
"Spread your legs," he instructed, wrapping his fingers around the black sink countertop behind him to ground himself. It wasn't easy being the dominant one in a scene. It was fun, but it also took a hell of a lot of concentration and restraint. It was a mental space as much of an emotional one.
Surprisingly she listened, making a show of spreading her legs. He wished he could see better, but the foggy glass was doing a good job of teasing him right back.
"There's a detachable shower right next to you," he told her. "Why don't you find your favorite setting?" he asked if it was a suggestion instead of a request.
He watched her reach over, disconnecting it from the wall slowly. She finally ripped her eyes away from him to play with the variety of settings available till she found one that made her eyes light up in delight. When her eyes found him again she was ready for his next set of instructions.
"There is only one rule I want you to follow. Can you do that for me?" he asked, his inner dom taking over.
Casey nodded enthusiastically. He was pretty sure she'd say yes to just about anything if he asked in that tone again. It was power, and he used it wisely.
"No holding back," he told her. "I want to hear you. I can't see you as clearly as I want to… but I'm sure as hell gonna hear you. Understood?"
"Yes," she whispered, and he imagined her dripping with anticipation, even if he couldn't see it.
He let his silence keep her on the edge for another minute or so. He watched as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, the shower head spraying at the ground. Every little bit of her impatience stroked his ego.
"Go ahead," he finally told her. "Let me hear you come apart from me."
And so she did. He watched her aim the water down her neck swirling around her breast, teasing herself under his gaze, putting on a show. Her little sighs and moans echoed around them the more she played.
Beautiful.
" Fucking perfect," he cursed. He wasn't sure if she had heard him, but the little gasp in response was confirmation.
"Do you like this? he asked, "Me, watching ?"
He watched as the shower head finally found its mark between her legs. "Yesss," she hissed eyes closed, head thrown back relishing in the weight of his stare and the pressure of the water. The combination was exactly what she needed, and he knew it.
"Do you like knowing how badly I want to be the one bringing you to the brink?" Because he did. His hands were aching to touch her, but his fingers had a white knuckle gripping the granite countertop, trying to keep himself in place. This was not about him. Not at all.
She made a response that sounded a lot like a yes. She was already so close, he knew it. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip was practically a neon sign. As much as he enjoyed this little game, they were both too keyed up to let it last much longer.
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me watch you fall," he allowed, giving her explicit permission as if she even needed it.
And with that encouragement, she broke apart. The sound that tore threw her was glorious, he was mesmerized, eyes drinking her in as best her could.
A second later, the shower head slipped out of her hand clattering against the wall, spaying in all directions. But Casey was slumped against the tile on shaky legs, probably still riding the wave.
He pushed off the counter and went straight to her. He didn't care about the water soaking him as soon as he entered the shower; all he cared about was her. His arms looped around her waist, cradling her wet body against his to make sure she didn't slip in the process. Situating her in his arms, he flicked off every shower head, drowning them in silence.
Even though she had been the one to finish, he found himself just as breathless. He bent forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were still closed. Her body was content and sated.
"You did so good," he praised softly, murmuring against her skin. "How bout you sit?" he offered, helping her to the tiled bench on the other side of the massive shower. Suddenly he was very thankful for the addition, even though he had never had a reason to use it.
Once Casey was settled, he moved around the bathroom finding towels out for her. His soaked joggers hung even lower on his hip with the weight of the water pulling them down. His bare feet left footprints all over his bathroom floor. But he didn't care as long as she didn't slip on the mess.
Returning to her, he carefully pulled her wet hair up and into a smaller towel. She'd have to deal with it later, but he could at least keep it off her back.
Although she was quiet, still coming down from her high, she was not shy or docile.
As he wrapped her hair, he felt her hand cupped the front of his pants. He couldn't help but push into her warm palm.
"Is it my turn to watch?" she asked softly, smiling up at him. She still looked a little pink and dazed but the mischief lingered behind those blue eyes.
"Maybe later," he offered. After she was dry and fed and comfortable in his bed he'd do whatever she wanted.
She pouted her bottom lip like he had just denied her favorite toy. Shit, maybe he was?
"None of that," he reprimanded her, bending down to suck that bottom lip into his mouth. A moan slipped past her lip in response. "Come on. Let's get you dry so I can rub you down with that vanilla stuff you like," he offered.
Casey eyed him curiously "Did you stock up on my favorite product?" she asked, getting to her feet, using Derek to keep her steady.
He rolled his eyes. "Nice of you to finally notice," he said, wrapping a massive fluffy towel around her body.
"Since when?" Casey asked, sounding like her normal inquisitive self again.
"Since the first night you slept in my bed," he explained. He wanted her to have everything she might need in his wing. He didnt want her to ever leave if he could help it. Even if that meant buying two of everything, including that hair dryer she liked so much. He simply didn't care. He could afford to give her all the luxuries, so he would.
Casey's face was unreadable. He wasn't sure if she was pleased to hear it or freaked out.
"You ok?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I'm good," she responded with the softest little smile.
He cupped her face, thumbs tracing her flushed cheeks. "Let me take care of you, alright? I'll have breakfast sent up and we'll eat in bed," he offered. He'd do anything she asked. But maybe feeding her was a good place to start.
Casey simply nodded.