LWD: Never Actually Said: Part Two
Fandom: Life With Derek
Title: Never Actually Said
Pairing: Dasey
Rating: T for Teen
Summary: She looked like she wanted to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t form the right words. It would have to remain unsaid, but they both knew what it was.
He wondered what he had done in his past lives to deserve this. He sighed, frustrated, and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’m not going to kiss her,” he said to his father.
George smiled. “Yes you are. If I remember correctly, it was you who said that no one could break the tradition.”
Yeah, but that was when I thought it was going to be Vicky underneath the mistletoe, he thought, not Casey.
“Surely we can make an exception, George,” said Casey sensibly. “I mean, Derek probably hasn’t brushed his teeth in ages, and I don’t want that mouth touching me.”
Derek gave her an unamused smile and leaned in quickly, touching his mouth to her cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said, “I have to go brush my teeth . . . .”
Casey grabbed his shirt sleeve before he could make it to the stairs. She pulled him back saying, “No, I have to go wash my face . . . .”
They both shoved their way up the stairs, causing Nora to cringe. “Don’t push!” she shouted after them-she really didn’t want to spend another holiday in the emergency room.
Casey made it to the bathroom first and was about to close the door, when Derek suddenly stopped her. She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not leaving.”
He shrugged, reaching around her for his toothbrush. “Fine.”
Casey gave a sniff of frustration as she reached for a washcloth. She quickly began scrubbing her cheek, endeavoring to remove any feeling of Derek’s lips. Her constant scrubbing however, did not seem to be helping. A tingling sensation remained, deep within her skin, and she pressed the washcloth harder into her cheek.
“Are you trying to peel your skin off?” asked Derek, his mouth full of toothpaste.
She ignored him and continued scrubbing.
“I know your face may be ugly, but you don’t really need to remove the first layer of skin to get rid of it.”
She slammed the washcloth down. “I’m trying to get your stupid germs of me before I’m contaminated by your stupidity!”
He smiled smugly. “A kiss from me will last you a lifetime. You’re never gonna get rid of it.”
She scowled and viewed herself in the mirror. “Maybe you were wearing something I’m allergic to.”
“What? Like lipstick? I don’t wear anything on my mouth.”
“Then why won’t it stop stinging?”
He sat his toothbrush down and rinsed his mouth out. “Uh, speaking of allergies,” he said, looking down at the sink. “You weren’t wearing any makeup, were you?”
“No . . .”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“Why?”
“Nothing. I, uh, I’m going to go back downstairs now,” he said, backing out of the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving Casey to herself. He took a step forward, shaking his head. His lips were still tingling and he knew what that meant-it meant he enjoyed kissing Casey; the feel of her skin against his lips was something he subconsciously liked.
Although he was certain it was merely a physical reaction, he knew it was going to be hard living in the same house as her now. They shared the same bathroom, his room was across from hers. At night, he knew he would stare at his door, dangerously aware that she was just a few feet away, wearing next to nothing.
He would remember the way his lips felt after touching her.
He wondered how long this had been sneaking up in him. Was it when he first met her and she was wearing that tight, blue dress? Was it when that jerk Scott was cheating on her? Was it when he saw her in that stupid cat costume and he suddenly felt the urge to run into her-no, he suddenly had the urge to touch her?
He shook his head, and continued down the stairs.
You’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight. His knew it and normally he would be surveying the room, looking for the cutest chick he could find. The only girl he noticed was Casey and that was because she was standing right next to him, looking very awkward.
They were at a party: Derek was there because he was Derek, while Casey was there because Emily convinced her it would help her get a boyfriend. He really had Casey to thank. George and Nora normally wouldn’t have allowed them to go out, but if Casey wanted to go . . . .
“Happy New Year’s,” he said.
Casey smiled, “Happy New Year’s . . .”
He leaned closer to her, his breath warming her cheek, and he gave her a kiss, similar to the one under the mistletoe, only he lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary. He waited for her to pull back, to say something, to shove him away and proclaim that she had to go get his germs off of her. But she didn’t move; she seemed to lean closer to him. He could feel her shoulder pressing lightly against his chest and the drink in his hand nearly slipped out of his grasp.
He pulled back reluctantly and hoped that no one had noticed. He tried to laugh, but his throat was dry and he wondered when the air in the room had gotten so warm-he wondered when he had became such a wimp around a girl.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t form the right words. It would have to remain unsaid, but they both knew what it was . . . Feelings were changing, growing, jumping out, singing and dancing, and there was nothing they could do about it because they didn’t want to do something about it. Better judgment and rivalry were dying, shrinking down to a little black dot in the middle of a black sea of emotions, and though they were both afraid to think it, compassion and fondness were growing . . . into love? Perhaps . . . .
Kendra suddenly came bounding up and threw her arms around Derek’s neck. “Happy New Year’s,” she exclaimed. “I know you don’t like PDA, but tonight is rather special-”
Before she could continue, Derek had kissed her and Casey had walked off to find Emily.
. . . Things couldn’t change so soon . . . .
tbc.
Title: Never Actually Said
Pairing: Dasey
Rating: T for Teen
Summary: She looked like she wanted to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t form the right words. It would have to remain unsaid, but they both knew what it was.
He wondered what he had done in his past lives to deserve this. He sighed, frustrated, and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’m not going to kiss her,” he said to his father.
George smiled. “Yes you are. If I remember correctly, it was you who said that no one could break the tradition.”
Yeah, but that was when I thought it was going to be Vicky underneath the mistletoe, he thought, not Casey.
“Surely we can make an exception, George,” said Casey sensibly. “I mean, Derek probably hasn’t brushed his teeth in ages, and I don’t want that mouth touching me.”
Derek gave her an unamused smile and leaned in quickly, touching his mouth to her cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said, “I have to go brush my teeth . . . .”
Casey grabbed his shirt sleeve before he could make it to the stairs. She pulled him back saying, “No, I have to go wash my face . . . .”
They both shoved their way up the stairs, causing Nora to cringe. “Don’t push!” she shouted after them-she really didn’t want to spend another holiday in the emergency room.
Casey made it to the bathroom first and was about to close the door, when Derek suddenly stopped her. She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not leaving.”
He shrugged, reaching around her for his toothbrush. “Fine.”
Casey gave a sniff of frustration as she reached for a washcloth. She quickly began scrubbing her cheek, endeavoring to remove any feeling of Derek’s lips. Her constant scrubbing however, did not seem to be helping. A tingling sensation remained, deep within her skin, and she pressed the washcloth harder into her cheek.
“Are you trying to peel your skin off?” asked Derek, his mouth full of toothpaste.
She ignored him and continued scrubbing.
“I know your face may be ugly, but you don’t really need to remove the first layer of skin to get rid of it.”
She slammed the washcloth down. “I’m trying to get your stupid germs of me before I’m contaminated by your stupidity!”
He smiled smugly. “A kiss from me will last you a lifetime. You’re never gonna get rid of it.”
She scowled and viewed herself in the mirror. “Maybe you were wearing something I’m allergic to.”
“What? Like lipstick? I don’t wear anything on my mouth.”
“Then why won’t it stop stinging?”
He sat his toothbrush down and rinsed his mouth out. “Uh, speaking of allergies,” he said, looking down at the sink. “You weren’t wearing any makeup, were you?”
“No . . .”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“Why?”
“Nothing. I, uh, I’m going to go back downstairs now,” he said, backing out of the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving Casey to herself. He took a step forward, shaking his head. His lips were still tingling and he knew what that meant-it meant he enjoyed kissing Casey; the feel of her skin against his lips was something he subconsciously liked.
Although he was certain it was merely a physical reaction, he knew it was going to be hard living in the same house as her now. They shared the same bathroom, his room was across from hers. At night, he knew he would stare at his door, dangerously aware that she was just a few feet away, wearing next to nothing.
He would remember the way his lips felt after touching her.
He wondered how long this had been sneaking up in him. Was it when he first met her and she was wearing that tight, blue dress? Was it when that jerk Scott was cheating on her? Was it when he saw her in that stupid cat costume and he suddenly felt the urge to run into her-no, he suddenly had the urge to touch her?
He shook his head, and continued down the stairs.
You’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight. His knew it and normally he would be surveying the room, looking for the cutest chick he could find. The only girl he noticed was Casey and that was because she was standing right next to him, looking very awkward.
They were at a party: Derek was there because he was Derek, while Casey was there because Emily convinced her it would help her get a boyfriend. He really had Casey to thank. George and Nora normally wouldn’t have allowed them to go out, but if Casey wanted to go . . . .
“Happy New Year’s,” he said.
Casey smiled, “Happy New Year’s . . .”
He leaned closer to her, his breath warming her cheek, and he gave her a kiss, similar to the one under the mistletoe, only he lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary. He waited for her to pull back, to say something, to shove him away and proclaim that she had to go get his germs off of her. But she didn’t move; she seemed to lean closer to him. He could feel her shoulder pressing lightly against his chest and the drink in his hand nearly slipped out of his grasp.
He pulled back reluctantly and hoped that no one had noticed. He tried to laugh, but his throat was dry and he wondered when the air in the room had gotten so warm-he wondered when he had became such a wimp around a girl.
She looked like she wanted to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t form the right words. It would have to remain unsaid, but they both knew what it was . . . Feelings were changing, growing, jumping out, singing and dancing, and there was nothing they could do about it because they didn’t want to do something about it. Better judgment and rivalry were dying, shrinking down to a little black dot in the middle of a black sea of emotions, and though they were both afraid to think it, compassion and fondness were growing . . . into love? Perhaps . . . .
Kendra suddenly came bounding up and threw her arms around Derek’s neck. “Happy New Year’s,” she exclaimed. “I know you don’t like PDA, but tonight is rather special-”
Before she could continue, Derek had kissed her and Casey had walked off to find Emily.
. . . Things couldn’t change so soon . . . .
tbc.