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She was glad that he was preoccupying her with his mouth - she knew that otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to control the sounds that fell from her as he added another finger into her; the sensation overwhelming. 

A whimper left her as he pulled his fingers out, and his lips left hers - and she didn’t like the lack of his touch. Using her elbows to sit up slightly, she watched as he undressed, enjoying the sight. She took this opportunity to kick her pants off the rest of the way. 

She was still resting on her elbows when he came back to her, a small chuckle escaping her this time as his lips were pressed against her breasts instead of her lips. She put all of her weight on one elbow now, her free hand coming up to run her fingers through his hair. “That doesn’t seem difficult to do, Derek,” she admitted.

Her head tilted back against the bed when he pushed his fingers back inside of her, a moan ripped from her in the process. It took her a minute to be able to speak again. “I’ve wanted more for years now, Derek,” she managed, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as her body reacted to his touches.

“yeah?” derek laughed, “should just continue this until you’re a whiny mess.” he murmured, tongue brushing across her nipple as he inserted another finger continuing to stretch her open. hand reached down to stroke himself, not taking too long before he was fully hard.

Blue eyes are unable to leave his brown ones. She knew that he knew - how could he not know what he was doing to her? One hand came to rest on the side of his neck as he kissed her; goosebumps covering her skin as his hands moved over her body.

She moaned into the kiss the moment his fingers moved over her underwear. She was frightfully aware that they were wet - the result of everything he was doing to her.

“Waiting, but not able to do anything,” she finally managed to get out. Finally something other than his name. But knowing that he had been waiting for this as well - how could they have not realized? 

She wasn’t prepared for what happened next, so the moment his finger slipped between her folds she gasped into the kiss. Hips involuntarily roll at his touch, her body shivering with anticipation of what would happen next. 

“til now.” though they still shouldn’t be. there was a rational part that knew that but derek was so tired of waiting. so tired of wanting and never being able to have. and who was going to stop them now?

he slowly added another finger, continuing to kiss her as he did. god, he couldn’t wait to finally have her. to feel her wrapped around his cock. “i should probably...” fingers slid out of her, lips leaving hers as he quickly undressed. that was definitely better. then immediately joining her back on the bed, lips going right to her breasts this time.

Her fingers trailed down his abdomin as his own shirt went over his head; an enthusiastic nod her response as her teeth pressed into her bottom lip. When he pushed her onto the bed, a gasp escaped her followed by a small giggle. She could feel her heart racing - but in the best way possible, and her stomach felt as if it were filled with butterflies.

Her back arched when he lifted her; her breath hitching ever so slightly. She was impressed by his skills at removing her clothing, but she supposed he had plenty of practice with all the girls he’d dated. Another hitch in her breath - this time not so slight, as his teeth graze over her nipple. Her back arches once more, this time trying to press her body into his touch. “Der-ek!” It was all her brain could muster; fingers pushing through his hair and tugging gently.

Was she still with him? She couldn’t quite tell. Her mind was still reeling from figuring out that he meant to sleep with her. Finally.

She blinked and that seemed to restart her brain just in time to let out a soft “yeah,” before her eyes were fluttering shut at the kiss to her neck, a quick moan illicited from her.

Eyes flutter open the moment he steps away, tugging at her shirt. She couldn’t even find the words cease the situation, not that she wanted to. Instead, wordlessly she slipped out from her shirt as he pulled it over her head.

She couldn’t believe that he had finally managed to make her speechless. But now all she wanted to say was his name, though it seemed trapped in her throat. Why did he affect her so? Why couldn’t she just voice one tiny word?

Her own fingers fumbled at the edge of his shirt, tugging at the material in hopes to rid him of it. It was only fair.

Finally it seemed like her brain was ready to work, the faintest “Der-ek,” slipped from her as she captured his lips with hers. God, how she wanted this so badly. Wondered if it was a dream. Hoped it wasn’t.

as soon as her shirt was off, he helped her get his own off. “better, hmm?” he smirked before pushing her onto the bed and carefully climbing on top of her. lips pressed to her neck again before trailing down her chest to her stomach. how many times could he get her to say her name like that tonight?

There was that damned smirk again. The one that she hated, but loved too. The one that always appeared when they were about to do something either stupid or wild, and on some occasions, both. The smirk that she’d written about so many times in her diary. The one that made her stomach feel like it was filled with active butterflies.

And those butterflies were now like a hurricane in her stomach. “First ti-” That’s when she realized what he was talking about. Forget one of those cute little blushes that kissed her cheeks - her entire face had taken on the shade of a deep red. Hadn’t she written about this too? Wondered what it would be like to have her first time with Derek. Imagined what it would feel like to have his hands on her in a more intimate way.

Anyone watching them would realize that Casey was broken; her brain frozen as she tried to process what was happening. The only thing that seemed to be working were her legs, because she continued to move forward, with Derek guiding her by the arm.

fuck. he loved how she didn’t even question it. just continued walking with him. “you still with me, case?” he pressed a kiss to her neck, nipping gently right under her earlobe. although the fact that he made her speechless was a win in itself. because holy fuck, he could do that. to her.

How was it her fault that he couldn’t get her out of his head? But if it would lead to this, why would she want that to change? But she did feel bad that his date had been interrupted. 

When he tugged at her arm, she couldn’t help but get up at his request. “Where are we going?” She’d be lying to herself if she said that this wasn’t turning her on; seeing Derek in such a state.

Casey had not been expecting Derek home from his date so soon. So when he stormed into the apartment she was shocked. “What did I d-” but before she could get the full question out, Derek had stalked over to her and pressed his lips to hers. And she was melting. God, how long had she been waiting for something like this to happen? How long had they come so close, but never fully given in. Teased each other, but never more than that. 

“Derek,” she would get this out if she had to take multiple breathes between kisses, “what’s gotten into you?” Not that she was complaining, because, fuck, did she really want this. Had dreamed of this moment. Hoped for this moment. 

Hands came up to rest on both sides of his neck, begrudingly pulling away from him for a moment; chest rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. “What have I done now,” she asked softly, almost too scared to hear the answer. 

“i was having a really nice date.” he stated, his own breathing a little faster than normal. and god, he kissed her. he kissed her and she wasn’t freaking out about that. no. instead she was wondering what she did. why he was mad at her. “a really nice date that would have continued to be nice if i wasn’t there thinking about how she wasn’t you. when she said something it wasn’t how you’d say it.” it wasn’t the right tone.

Casey rolled her eyes, still trying to keep them above a certain point on his body. “I can’t get my cast wet, which means I have to wrap it in a plastic bag,” she stated matter-of-factly, holding up her currently wrapped arm. “I struggle to wash my hair with one hand.” She found it next to impossible. And then his fingers were running through her hair, and it felt…incredible. Her eyes fluttered slightly as he massaged the shampoo into her hair. A soft moan escaped her before she could stifle it; her eyes opening in shock and disbelief. Her cheeks darkened even more, her good hand coming up to cover her mouth. 

“Der-ek!!” Her head whipped around to look at him - eyes dropping as she took in his abs. It’s not like she hadn’t seen him shirtless before, but this was different. Another blush crept onto her cheeks; both at the fact that he said she’d make a cute raisin, and also because of the fact that he was mostly naked in the shower with her. 

She had to clear her mind though - get through the shower - and then get out of this awkward situation. She had to curse herself for being so clumsy. “My shampoo is behind you,” she muttered, eyes traveling back up to his as she tried to avoid staring at something she shouldn’t. She then stepped under the water to wet her hair some more. 

She was facing towards the wall when she heard his voice, the water still raining down on her. “Unfortunately, you can’t exactly help from outside the shower, now can you?” He could try, but the water would get everywhere, and there would be an even bigger mess. “Just get in here before I prune.”

Casey rolled her eyes, her good hand coming up to shove at his shoulder. “Der-ek!” But she couldn’t help the deeper blush taking over her cheeks. Why did he have to have such an affect on her. Before things could get anymore awkward than they already were, she turned away and headed for the bathroom.

She turned the water on, attempting to get it at the perfect temperature while she waited for Derek. She had to undress before she could put the plastic bag over her cast - making sure to tie it tight enough that water couldn’t leak in. She then got into the shower, letting the heated water run over her body and wet her hair.

a laugh fell from his lips as she shoved at him. it took him a few moments to register what he was asked to do. had a moment of wondering if he should actually help her and then realized that yes, he should. because if he didn’t and she got even more hurt, he’d regret it.

A cocky smirk pulled at her lips when he couldn’t deny that it was him who had read her journal. But it didn’t last long when he asked how many times she’d done the same. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I wasn’t trying to read your personal journal though.” Not that he would even keep a journal. 

“You’re such a liar, Der-ek!“ The fact that he would try and play innocent when they both knew exactly what had happened would have made her laugh if she wasn’t fuming. “You’re the only one who would leave it open on my bed, you jerk.“ She didn’t even know why he bothered to read her journal. It’s not like it would be interesting to him. “Didn’t George tell you to stay out of my room when I’m not there?” Hadn’t he ever heard of privacy?