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Mornings With Derek

Derek’s favorite part about waking up is when he stumbles out of bed to find Casey cooking breakfast. It’s nothing major just eggs and toast or sometimes bacon when he was really romantic the night before or waffles if she wanted a favor. But the food wasn’t the best part.

No, because the best part was when he got to come up behind her as she was standing by the coffee maker. When he’d get to just lean his face onto her shoulder and the little jump she’d do because it startled her every time. It was just a nice feeling to see her be taken by surprise and that smile she’d throw over her shoulder at him was more than beautiful.

Sometimes he’d just hold her, sometimes he’d tickle her until she yelled his name, sometimes he’d start kissing her shoulder and up her neck and to her jawline. She’d complain about his breath and he’d purposely blow it at her face. They’d start the bickering and it was all without heat behind it.

The morning would keep going on. She’d finish making breakfast and he’d pour up the coffee with insane amounts of creamer in both cups. They’d sit on the counter to eat because the table Derek had tried to put together fell apart after one dinner. (It was faulty bolts, Case!) And he’d slather his toast in jelly and butter and she’d wrinkle her nose as she dipped hers in the yolk of her eggs. Derek would wipe his face with the back of his hand and try to wipe it on her pajamas which make her real back and almost fall off the counter. He’d laugh and she’d scold and she’d take that as a cue to go get changed and ordered him to clean up. (If I cook, you clean.) So he’d protest but do it because it’s Casey and that’s just what they do.

They’d spend the rest of the morning fumbling around each other in the tiny bathroom. Derek constantly taking up more space than necessary to brush his teeth and Casey taking all the counter space with makeup and hair products. They’d shove each other and argue more and he’d constantly move her makeup in different orders to throw her off. And she’d flush the toilet when he hoped in the shower. So he’d shake his sopping wet hair right as he walked past her. And DER-EK!

But he’d walk to the bedroom and pull on his boxers and jeans. He’d toss a dress of Casey’s onto the bed before pulling on some shirt that Casey had bought him that was actually his style. Surprisingly. And Casey would walk in the bedroom and see the dress and put it on because she knows he likes it and sometimes she likes to agree with him. And they’d finish getting ready with less incidents until they were finally both at the door.

Derek would open the door for her and she’d walk out and he’d check out her butt as she walked by. She’d lock the door because Derek lost his key again. They’re classes were on opposite sides of the campus and before she walked off he’d pull her close one last time and kiss her with his hands in her hair and her hands on his waist.

Because Derek’s favorite thing about mornings was Casey.

Okay, so, I’ve been working on a multi-chapter Dasey fan fiction and while it’s still in rough draft form I thought I might post a bit of what I have from the beginning and the blurb of the whole thing and feedback is appreciated and welcome.

Blurb: The summer before University, Casey was offered an exclusive audition to dance in New York and to everyone’s surprise she left behind her full scholarship for ballet shoes and a shot. Everything fell into place, she got a lead in her dance troupe, was living in the flat of her dreams, and the cherry to top it all off, Andrew, her Prince Charming. But when he proposes it sends Casey into a klutzilla relapse and a hasty returning home to the full house. While Casey tries to sort through her sudden unsure feelings for Andrew, she also finds herself in a complete time reversal as she moves back home for the summer. With the overcrowded house being put up for sale, a crying baby that never shuts up, and Der-ek, Casey thinks she might lose her mind before she even has a chance to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. (Also there’s Emily who she hasn’t spoke to in a year, a fight with the biggest asshole she’s ever met, a disturbing innocent from unlocked doors, and if one more thing goes to shit she’s going to march down to see Paul, and she means it.)

Chapter One (Incomplete):

It’s complicated because with Casey it always is. But Derek doesn’t get the memo until he opens his door to find Casey standing there in full panic mode at three am on a Wednesday.

“What’re you doing here? It’s,” Derek glances over at his watch, “three in the morning.”

“Something’s wrong with me!” Casey shrieks as she makes her way into Derek’s dorm room with suitcase in tow, successfully running over Derek’s foot in the process, he winces.

He manages a smirk, even though is foot is throbbing, as he turns and says, “Yeah I could’ve told you that.” Derek throws the door shut to find Casey sitting on his bed. “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

When she doesn’t say anything, oblivious to him, he sighs and walks over to where Casey is sitting and leans down in front of her. His hands rest on her shoulders and she looks at him likes she’s just seeing him, like it’s just sinking in where she is. And with Casey being, well, Casey, she panics more. Before he can get a word out, Casey stands too quick without warning and slams her head against Derek’s in the process. He curses loudly and falls to the floor, she groans while falling back m on the bed and they just stay like that. Silent and staring at the ceiling from their landing spots via the impact.

He breaks silence and his voice is gentle as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“To put it simply? I don’t want to discuss it right now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, sure. Then why did you come all the way down here? And of all the places you could go to not discuss something why my dorm room?”

She’s quiet for a moment and hesitates before saying, “You were the shortest drive from the airport.” She sits up with a small smile, though she still has semi-crazy eyes.

He nods and sits up, his elbows resting on his knees. “Fair enough.”

“I should go. You’re probably not allowed to have girls in the dorms past a certain time, no matter the relation.”

He shrugs, stands up, “We aren’t. But that hasn’t stopped me before, so… I guess you can stay.” She grins ear to ear at that. He just rolls his eyes. “You do realize that you’ll have to sleep on the floor though.”

Now she’s frowning. “What? Why?”

“Because my bed is well mine and I’m definitely not giving up my beauty sleep just because you showed up.”

“Well can’t I sleep in your roommates bed? Obviously he isn’t here.”

He tries to think of an excuse but he’s not as quick with the quips as he used to be. Time can do that to you.

She smirks and stands up to face off with him. “That’s what I thought.”

He returns the smirk and it’s just like old times as he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs at her. “Fine. Take my roommates bed. Just try not to think about all the times he’s jacked off in it.”

“Ew, Der-ek!” She slaps his shoulder. “You’re so sick!”

“No what’s sick is he hasn’t washed those sheets since Christmas Break.” Her face is thoroughly disgusted and he knows he won the stand off.

Always has to be touching the other:

Derek. He’d throw his arm around her shoulder when they snuggled on the couch. When they went out to town, he’d be holding her hand the entire time. If she was cooking dinner, he’d come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. Even when they slept, he’d move in the most uncomfortable positions just to be able to touch her. He just liked to have his hands on her. And Casey? She loved those moments when Derek would just absentmindedly reach for her. When he’d reach over to put his hand on her leg while he was driving. Or when he’d help her clean just so he could bump into her and tickle her side when she wasn’t paying attention. She loved him touching her and he never wanted to stop.