Author's Note: Because you've asked ;) lol I've been fearful of writing this because I've been worried I wouldn't be able to write it well. If I was going to write this, it needed to be done well. Not in a tacky way. So please review and let me know how I did.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Casey spun around in her chair so that she was facing him.
"Sure about that?" Derek leaned forward, his hands resting on the back of her chair. Casey tried to advert her gaze and focus anywhere but him, but she was literally cornered. She could feel the goose bumps prickle on the back of her neck, and her throat felt tight. She could feel the blood pulse against her temples as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer from her. When she didn't reply, he grabbed her by the hand and yanked her out of the chair.
"Let's just see about that then," Derek grinned, pushing her onto the mattress. Casey was breathless. All the air had drained from her lungs, and her pulse was quickening at a dangerous pace. She felt like she had just spun in a thousand circles and the room was frantically doing summersaults around her. She felt her stomach fill with butterflies and the blood fizzled and turned to soda within her veins.
"You think you don't still want me?" Derek straddled her, still grinning down at her. He was infuriating her. She wanted him. Oh God, she wanted him. And he knew it. But there was no way Derek Venturi was going to let her off the hook that easily. Casey swallowed so hard that her throat throbbed. The room was still violently spinning. Everything was upside down. Gravity no longer existed except for the lead weight that weighed down her stomach.
"I know better, Princess," Derek leaned forward on his hands, pinning her to the mattress between him. She had no where to go. Casey's eyes wandered towards her closed door.
"Lizzie and Edwin and Marti are gone. Dad and Nora will be back this evening. It's just you...and me, Princess. We are completely alone. Does that make you nervous?" Derek ran a finger down the side of her neck. Casey squirmed slightly, "I can practically hear your heart beat, Case. Why are you so scared, huh? It's just us. You and me. We've been alone a thousand times. So why is this time any different, huh? You don't have a thing to be scared of."
Casey closed her eyes and tried to remind her lungs how to properly breathe. She felt like the whole world had paused. It was really just her and Derek on her bed in a locked bedroom. Her bedroom. Casey thought of the stuffed unicorn up by her pillows and suddenly felt embarrassed by the childhood token.
"You are a horrible liar, Case," Derek leaned forward slightly and Casey could taste his breath against her lips. She wished he would just kiss her and be done with it. The build up was torture. She had never wanted someone's kiss, someone's touch, as badly as she wanted his at that moment. It frightened her. She thought of the times she had made out with Sam and Max and Truman. She thought of how Max and Truman had wanted more, but she just hadn't been ready. She had convinced herself of a fantasy of a night in Paris with rose petals on the bed and candles everywhere. This was certainly not how she had imagined it at all. But it was perfect. It would be so perfect. If he would just...
"You think you can sit there and tell me to my face that you don't want me right now?" His grin turned into a smirk, "I know better. I know right now you want me to kiss you. Is that right?" He paused and Casey couldn't even remember how to nod her head, much less string words together into a cognitive sentence, "Say it. Say you want me to kiss you. C'mon, Princess. Your bottom lip is practically quivering."
Casey felt the blood rush to her head as she slowly nodded and said, "Y-yes. I-I want you to kiss me right now."
"Mmm...I think you'll just have to wait for that. Now then, what are we going to do about this robe, huh?" Casey blushed furiously as Derek's fingers trailed down to the fabric belt around her waist. He untied it and looked up at her, waiting for permission, before opening her robe. Casey willed her body to function properly and nod. She was amazed she could even manage such a simple function. Derek let a genuine smile slip for just a slight second at her nod before returning to a smirk as he pulled apart her robe.
Casey gasped at the cold and Derek sat her upright as he helped her out of the robe. He tossed it on to the floor and gently pressed her back onto the mattress. Casey shivered, "It's cold," she explained.
Derek didn't say anything. For a moment he too forgot how to speak. This was really it. He didn't want to screw anything up. With Kendra it hadn't mattered because who really cared? With Casey though...she deserved everything to be perfect. Derek bit his lower lip, examining her slightly to figure out where to touch, where to press his lips, first. It was as if he had a whole feast set before him and he didn't know what to taste first. Everything was so delicious.
He settled on her neck first. He pressed his lips to her neck and began to kiss there, lightly at first and then rougher, harder. The first taste was beautiful. Casey's neck elongated and he could feel her pulse against his lips. She moaned and Derek couldn't help himself any longer. He began to kiss harder, biting even at the flesh. Casey's moans turned into foreign sounds that only made him want more. He felt the blood rush from his head to his crotch as he tightened there, wanting her just as badly as he knew she wanted him. Casey's lips parted and she let out a little cry as he grabbed the flesh between his neck.
"I've said it before. I love it when you moan. I want you to moan more. I want you to moan and your toes to curl and you back better be arched and you better be screaming my name by the time I'm through with you, Princess. And this is my house. And in my house, I always get what you want. You ready for that? Because this?" He ran his tongue down her artery, "Is just the beginning."
Casey let out a small cry and Derek grinned. They were both going to get what they wanted. He was going to see to that. His finger tips trailed down from her neck to her breasts - dotted with goosebumps and nipples erect. Derek bit his lower lip again, his head spinning. He still couldn't believe that this was real - that Casey was actually allowing him to do this. He traced one of her nipples with his index finger. She whimpered again.
"What?" Derek teased her, "What's wrong, Princess? Hmm?"
Casey squirmed beneath him and whined again. He was driving her crazy. He knew just what he was doing and was taking full advantage of that. Casey was trembling. She both loved and despised this feeling. It was maddening. He was torturing her. This was absolute torture. But part of her didn't want it to stop. Part of her never wanted it to end.
"I asked you a question," Derek said gruffly, pinching the nipple between his finger tips. Casey's back arched and she cried out. Derek released his grip on her flesh and eyed her worriedly. Did he really hurt her? His head begin to fill with negative thoughts. If he had hurt her...if he had ruined this in some way for her...
"God, I want you," Casey said, not sure where the words came from. They sounded outside of her. Like she was hearing them from someone else. But they were true. She wanted him. And wanting was turning wildly into needing by each passing second. Derek felt relief wash over him. It wasn't a cry of pain. It was a cry of pleasure. He had made her have that reaction. He had done that to her. His confidence boosted slightly as he bent forward and took the nipple between his lips. He played with her with his tongue as Casey squirmed underneath him, begging him with soft moans.
"Please...please, Derek. Oh my God. Derek...please..."
"What's wrong?" Derek teased, "Don't you like this?" He twisted the other nipple between his fingers, forcing her to let out another little cry, "What's wrong, Princess? Why are you making so much noise, huh? I should do this to you when everyone's home sometime. Just to force you not to make a sound. Bet you can't do it," Derek grinned.
"I...I could...do it."
"Is that so?" Derek raised an eyebrow as he sucked on her flesh. Casey let out a small squeal as Derek grazed her with his teeth, "What were you saying now?" Derek laughed against her breast.
Casey winced at her own failure and couldn't help but giggle along with him. He had a point. There was no way she could be quiet during any of this. It was all too much. He knew exactly where to touch and how to touch to entice a squeal, a yelp, a whimper, a moan.
"What were you saying earlier about not wanting me?" Derek asked, trailing his fingertips down her stomach. Casey squirmed, "Hmm? You were pretty adamant that I was the one coming on to you and how you were the innocent party in all of this. That still true? You still don't think you want me?" Derek's fingers found themselves between her legs. Casey blushed furiously as he said, "Soaked. Just like the shower. Wanna lie to me again?" He ran one finger slowly along her as she shook beneath him.
"N-no," Casey whimpered. She felt as though she would explode at any moment. She was certain she couldn't take much more from him. He was driving her mad. Derek felt the butterflies metamorphose in his own stomach. Is this real - he kept asking himself, no way could this be real. But it was. Casey was lying beneath him and he was doing this to her, and she was doing this to him.
"Say you want me and I'm yours," Derek instructed. Casey's head was spinning. She prayed she could find the right words. Derek was teasing her with his fingertips as he asked again, "Tell me you want me and I'm yours, Princess."
"I...I want you," Casey finally managed to say.
"Then you have me."