Author's Note: After such a great response, I decided to give in and make this story a two-shoter ;-) Hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays everyone:-)
I had spent awhile just sitting on the sink counter where Derek had left me, wondering what the hell had just happened. Well, at least my body was wondering what the hell had happened. My skin tingled in all the places that Derek had touched and my stomach felt full of a million butterflies. My head reeled, and my lips felt numb.
Damn that Derek. Damn him and his blistering lips and expert hands.
Lizzie walked in just then. She stopped when she saw me just sitting there, probably looking a bit insane. "…Casey? Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah," I cleared my voice, my lips finding it hard to form words. "I'm fine." I jumped off of the counter. My legs felt kind of wobbly and I had to grip the counter to steady myself.
Lizzie looked at me strangely. "…O-kay…" she shook her head and went to the fridge to grab a soda.
I, on the other hand, smoothed my hair back and returned to the party, hoping I looked composed enough for nobody to see right through me. I walked in and felt like every person who looked at me knew that I had just made out with my stepbrother. I know, it was ridiculous. But I just felt so… transparent.
I saw Derek, back in his corner again, listening to his headphones. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, and I cursed him for making me react that way. He looked over at me, giving me a slow smirk and a wink.
I shuddered, disgusted, but at the same time I blushed. My eyes focused on his lips. Oh, those lips.
Stop it, Casey, I snapped at myself. I averted my eyes and tried not to think about Derek. And his lips. Not to mention his hands, his eyes, or any other part of his body.
… It didn't work.
"Ugh," I whispered out loud, rubbing my temples. I was getting a headache. I think it was the mix of the rush of Derek thoughts and I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas playing for the fourth time that evening. I walked backed into the kitchen, suddenly desperate for some aspirin.
I searched through all of the cabinets before finally finding the stupid bottle. I went over to the sink and grabbed a glass of water, quickly chugging it down with two aspirin pills. Then, I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
"We meet again, Casey."
My breathing stopped altogether as I felt his hands gently run down my bare arms and stop at my waist.
"Under the mistletoe again, I see," I felt his warm lips press against the side of my neck.
"Derek…" I whispered. But I didn't have anything to say after that.
He nuzzled against my shoulder, rubbing his lips against the skin beside my spaghetti strap. I closed my eyes, relishing in his touch. My lips parted on their own and I let out a sigh of content.
He kissed his way up to my earlobe and his hand slid under my dress, making its way up my nylon-covered thigh.
Marti walked in at that exact moment. We jumped apart, me coming back down to Earth, and Derek grunting in frustration. We both stared at Marti, somewhat annoyed. It wasn't her fault, of course.
She smiled up at us innocently. "What are you doing?"
"We're just…having fun at the party," Derek smirked over at me as he answered his sister.
My cheeks pinked and I smoothed out my clothes, making myself look more presentable as I began to actually be able to form thoughts again.
She giggled. "You sillies! You're under the mistletoe again!"
As if we hadn't noticed.
"You're right," Derek grinned. "You think Casey should kiss me?"
Marti nodded vigorously, and I instantly felt both infuriated and excited at the prospect of his lips on mine again.
Derek winked at her and then looked at me. "How's about it, sis?" he asked, taunting me, daring me to make the first move.
His stupid superior smirk incensed me. Narrowing my eyes at him, I grabbed his ass, pulling him towards me. I'll show him.
I bruisingly smashed my lips against his. I felt his body tense in pleasant surprise as I kissed him harshly and deeply. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and kissed him with all of my might. A groan escaped his lips and he tangled one hand into my loose hair.
"Marti, go play with Lizzie," I moaned out in between kisses.
"Okay!" Marti left the room and I felt Derek grin against my lips.
I released my grip on Derek and pulled away from his lips. He tried to capture them again, but I gave him my own Derek-like smirk and pushed him to the ground. He looked at me, confused, but I just continued smirking, and straddled him on the floor.
My hair fell down like a curtain around his face as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his once again. He moaned as I rubbed my body against him, feeling him harden beneath me.
Ooh, I'm good.
I grinned and moved my lips down his neck. Giving his jugular vein a little suck, I then pulled away. He stared up at me with lust and desire in his eyes.
I bent forward and rubbed my nose against his in an Eskimo kiss.
"Merry Christmas, Derek," I said as sexily as I could and got off of him and sashayed my way back to the party, this time leaving him gawking—confused, flushed, and I'm sure completely bewildered.