A/N: New Casey/Derek story… Totally one of those fan girls that preys that Disney releases "Life with Derek" so someone can truly continue the Dasey love affair!

*Please be advised that this story is rated M.*

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own "Life with Derek." If I did Disney would probably burn me at the stake for the naughty thoughts I would have Dasey do.

Summary: Even in college Derek is having the pregame jitters. After hearing about hers step-brothers misfortunes it's Casey to the rescue!

ThirdPOV

Casey couldn't wait to get back to her dorm room and take a nap. It had become an afternoon ritual since college had started a few months back. Since taking such early classes and then taking a brake then having to go back to class at night- it wore her down. Her freshmen year of college she wanted to be ambitious, not crazy. However, she began to feel the slump in her step as she walked to class.

After realizing she needed to take a nap before going to her night classes things began looking up again. Once she had her hour and a half nap she would bounce back. Another awesome thing about college is Casey didn't have class on Fridays. It blew her mind that she would have a three day weekend every weekend.

As Casey entered her dorm room she found her dorm mate Kennedy on her computer typing another long essay.

"Hey," Kennedy pulled away from her desk and smiled at Casey.

Kennedy and Casey became fast friends once they knew both were studious and had no intention of having a boyfriend anytime soon. They had both heard the horror stories of boyfriends coming between the best of dorm mates.

Kennedy was studying prelaw but was thinking about changing to teaching English or Math. Queens University did not make it easy on a student to change majors. Kennedy had to write a three page essay on why she wanted to change majors. It didn't sound bad but there were more questions to the essay than that. Such as, how would you support yourself, why not change later, is there anyone influencing you? The list of questions went on and on but Kennedy was determined.

"Hey," Casey replied. "How's the essay going?"

Kennedy huffed and glared at her computer screen. "It's going," she states.

Casey can't help but chuckle as she set her book bag down at the foot of her bed. Casey hoped on her bed to take off her shoes and let down her pony tail.

Kennedy rolled her chair around to look at Casey again. "You're so lucky; I wish I had time to nap."

Casey laughed again and snuggled under her covers. "You had a choice to either sleep in or get up early and have a nap later. Your choice, your fault."

Kennedy laughed and checked her watch, "Ugh, I have to leave." She gathered her things and slipped on her coat. She turned to Casey before heading out the door. "Do you want to go see that new movie that came out tonight?"

Casey shook her head, "Derek has a game. Do you want to come?"

Kennedy shrugged, "Sure, nothing else to do."

*Dasey*

Around six thirty Casey and Kennedy entered Queens Hockey arena. Casey was armed with her blanket and Kennedy with her Queens hoodie.

"So have you spoken to him since you guys got here?" Kennedy asked Casey as they showed their student ID's to enter.

Casey shook her head, "Nope."

Kennedy frowned in confusion. "Then why come to his games?"

Casey shrugged, "It feels like home." Truly it did feel like home to Casey. Derek playing hockey was normal. It felt like that was the only normal part of her college life. Everything else had changed, but Derek, Derek would always be Derek.

Once they were seated Casey placed a Queens Baseball cap on her head to conceal her identity.

"So he really doesn't know you come to all his games?" Kennedy asked. Kennedy knew Casey and Derek's relationship was weird but this was ridiculous.

"Nope, he would be so mad if he knew. He called me bad luck once." Casey urged her friend to understand.

Kennedy rolled her eyes. From the stories Casey told her she knew there was sexual tension between them but never brought it up. Kennedy knew she wasn't ready to hear that she, Casey MacDonald, was in love with her step-brother.

Kennedy smiled and watched as some of the college players warmed up.

Casey on the other hand was on the lookout for Derek. She frowned when she didn't spot him during warm ups.

Then Casey really became worried as she didn't see him on the bench or the ice.

"I'm going to go get some popcorn," Casey stated not even asking Kennedy if she wanted anything.

Casey maneuvered threw the crowd that was still coming in to the arena. She reached the locker room and recognized two assistant coaches outside.

"He's still in there?" One asked the other.

"Yeah, I think he's getting worse," the other replied. "Coach doesn't think he can handle the pressure. Venturi is good, he could be great but he needs to get over the stage fright."

Casey's shoulders slumped. She knew Derek couldn't help his pregame jitters.

Once the men left Casey took the opportunity to head into the locker. She quickly looked around to see if anyone else was in. Seeing no one she quietly stepped in and searched for Derek. It didn't take her long to spot him. He was in one of the stalls puking his guts out.

Casey saw a couple of towels by the sink and grabbed one running cold water on it. She saw Derek now collapsed again the stall wall sweating and eyes closed.

"Derek?" She softly called as she kneeled down beside him.

Derek cut his eyes open and was surprised to see who was kneeling beside him, "Case?"

Casey smiled and gently ran the cold towel over his forehead, "Yeah, how you doing?"

Derek shook his head. "It's getting worse, Case. In high school it was just jitters, but this, this is my career. If I mess up and there's a NHL scout out there, I'm done."

Casey frowned. Derek had changed since high school. He was taking his life serious now. She had to help him.

"I can't fucking relax," Derek continued. Casey would've called him out on the cursing but she didn't have the heart to. She could tell Derek was really upset. "Honestly I don't know how. I even went to the doctor to proscribe me anti-anxiety meds, but they're not helping."

Casey nodded and got closer to him by scooting her right knee in between his legs. Casey then reached up and massaged his scalp.

Derek moaned and let his head drop. He could feel the tension leaving his body after a minute.

Casey took this as encouraging and moved to be even closer to him. She lifted her right knee and placed it on the outside of his two legs. She was now fully seated on Derek, not that Casey noticed.

However, Derek sure did. He tried, dear God he tried, but it had a mind of its own. He could hear the blood pulsing in his ears and his heart pounding in his chest. She was just so close.

Then Casey felt it. She had gasped and stopped rubbing Derek's head but not removing her hands. Casey was indeed a virgin but she could read. She had several naughty books tucked away at home and had even brought some to college. So she knew, but had never experienced, what the hardness against her most sensitive spot was.

"Case…Shit… I'm so sorry. Case-," but Casey couldn't hear him.

She had never felt this good, this powerful. She, Casey MacDonald, had made a boy— no, a man hard. Casey couldn't help but be fascinated by it. She gasped again when she felt the hardness twitch against her. She moved slightly and moaned when she felt the hardness hit just the right spot.

Casey could feel the pleasure from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. She moved again and the pleasure grew.

Derek dug his fingers into Casey's hips as she began to grind against him. He only had on his under armour pants, he had not yet gotten dressed for the game. And with Casey in thin jeans he could feel the heat from her center.

"Fuck," Derek mumbled low as Casey speed up her grinding. Derek was about to lose it.

Casey, too, was starting to feel the buildup of her own climax. She had read about the signs. She felt hot, the pleasure was maddening, and she never wanted it to stop. Casey found herself grinding harder and faster.

Derek felt it coming and he hoped by the speed Casey was going she was close too.

Casey closed her eyes tight while Derek opened his. Casey threw her head back and let go a throaty moan. Derek slammed her against him and grunted while he too lost it, but he kept his eyes open to watch Casey.

Casey was still shivering as she let her forehead rest against Derek shoulder.

Derek wrapped his arms around Casey and tried to control his breathing. Never, never had he felt something so powerful. Watching Casey climax had made his own feel ten times better.

Or maybe it was because it was Casey…

A/N: Please tell me what you think! Should I continue or leave it as is?