Fandom : Life With Derek'

Pairing: Derek/Casey

Rating: Strong T (I don't think it's graphic)

Words: 550+

Warnings: As you'll probably be able to tell, I was strongly influenced by WhenLighteningStrikes' "The Sound of Silence." (in my defense, it was amazing.) And I'll dedicate it to her, because she is all kinds of fantastic.

Disclaimer: If it was mine, Derek wouldn't ever need unnecessary extras. Like clothes.

You don't even register them anymore.

They're all just a merger of blonde hair and green eyes (never blue, that's important, never blue.) And they scream your name in satisfying volumes, looking at you like you hung the moon.

You're sure the constant banging against the headboard keeps her awake.

Because she comes downstairs with these huge eyes and you can tell she hasn't slept all night.

Good.

She glares at you, and sometimes that itself is enough to send you to the showers. And she blushes faintly, and you know it's because your hair is all over the place and you smell of sex, sweat and want.

Keep staring, darling. Someday, I'll make you look like this.

She was always such an original mummy's darling. The proverbial good girl.

Her legs firmly crossed. And what wouldn't you give to teach her how to live dangerously. To get her to a point where Miss Prude will give way to that feisty girl that comes out each time you fight. That girl who keeps your dreams colored and so very real.

Everything. You'd give everything.

You hate her for being so good. So pure. Because it makes you want to corrupt that innocence. Whisper words into her ear which combined with your breath will help make those little-girl cotton panties so wet.

So fucking wet. For me, Case. Touch yourself for me.

You can feel it. You're more heated than ever before. You can't fight without touching. Without making her squirm a little. And there's nothing more satisfying than being on top of her (what were you fighting about again?) the remote forgotten.

That's right, Casey. Move. Can you feel me now?

You corner her against doorways, against walls, the tables, and only a fool would think that this actually has anything to do with a fight. Only a fool like her. She always loved deluding herself into believing. That everything was right in her picture-perfect world. That she does not, in fact, want her step-brother.

We need this.

And you go days without touching her (because one touch is all it'll take for you to lose control.)

And one day you're sure it'll end. One day you'll be fighting, and she'll break your name, and you'll both move closer, hitting out blindly, and then…

And then finally. Finally.

But till then, she goes up to her room and shuts the door (it doesn't matter, the walls are too thin.) And that blonde girl with the green eyes (always green, or brown, or black, never blue) looks at you seductively.

You make her stay awake the whole night to the sound of your headboard. Lying all alone in that huge bed in the next room, listening to you, She fucking deserves it for having reduced you to this.

See, what you've done to me, Case.

The blonde is making you feel so good (what's her name?) But it doesn't help. You try to keep them open, but your eyes close of their own accord. (No.)

What's her name?

It's futile because this is the one time when you've never been able to pretend. As much as you try to bite your lip, clamp your mouth shut. But just as you come it escapes anyway...

Casey