Drabble, 300 words or so. Note the rating change.

Five places Derek and Casey have never had sex (Or, five fantasies that Derek will never admit to, ever).

1. In the bathroom, after everyone has fallen asleep, with the door unlocked so that anyone could walk in on them at any time; he sits on the turned-down toilet seat as she moves over him, hands braced on the walls on either side of her, head thrown back, and he barely manages to clap his hand over her mouth before she screams out his name.

2. On the kitchen counter, her head banging against the cupboards and her ankles locked around his back. Skirt hiked up around her waist, one sandal still dangling from her left foot and the dirty dishes still half-washed in the sink. His shirt is wet from where she’d flipped water at him, and on the floor, a lonely sponge leaks dish soap onto the linoleum.

3. At school, on the floor of the cafeteria, her on top, with everyone watching…and no, he doesn’t know why and he’d rather not think about it, so don’t ask.

4. In the backseat of the Prince, her head falling down over the corner of the seat, her calves on his shoulders and the sound of the rain hitting the top of the car like pebbles against glass. He whispers a long line of dirty words into her ear and doesn’t stop when she yells out no, because he knows she doesn’t mean it.

5. In an apartment, Toronto, maybe, or New York, or it doesn’t matter, really, because it’s their bed, his and hers, and the sheets always smell like her perfume, no matter how many times they wash them. Some nights he’s rough, leaving hand-shaped bruises on her hips, and other times he goes so slow that she can barely stand it. But no matter how long it lasts or how intense their moods are, it is always her and him and that’s all he needs to know.