Wake up AN
ps. They live in Ontario right?
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The first time
Location: Ontario, Home.
He stumbled in an hour passed curfew. He was struggling to keep quiet and not get caught. He knew they would take away The Prince if they caught him coming in at that hour. So…he had consumed a few drinks. He wasn't exactly sober per say. But of course he wouldn't admit he was drunk. No, Derek Venturi was never drunk. Because admitting he was drunk would be admitting he wasn't in control. And Derek Venturi was always in control. Even if being in control to him meant acting completely reckless.
His eyes were heavy and his body craved the comfort of a bed. Of course the closest one to him was Casey's. He knew this. And he also knew that potentially waking her up could result in a series of high pitch screams, destined to wake up the household. But he was also very aware of the fact that he might not make it to his room. So he took his chances.
He stepped into her room as quietly as he could, stubbing his toe on the way in. However being the man that he is, he bit back the groan of pain that shot up his body. Yeah, he was definitely mainly.
The he saw her there, lying oh so peaceful and almost wanted to leave her alone. But it is Derek we're talking about; so that little bit of compassion he felt vanished at the sight of the soft and empty pillow beside her. He smiled, one of those beaming smiles that didn't come very often. He quickly kicked off his shoes which just so happen to hit the wall with a thump, causing her to stir.
He stood still, like a statue he thought, for a moment (three seconds tops) until she looked calm once again. He smirked in pride that he was somehow pulling this off. At this point all that was left for him to do was strip and actually get into the bed. Now Derek is an expert when it comes to taking clothes off so that part was easy. The second part however came to be more of a challenge.
He stood at the empty side of her bed and stared at the pillow that was pulling him in. He was exhausted. Trying to be sneaky while beating out the alcohol content in his body was no easy task! The second he started putting his weight onto the bed- it squeaked. He got up instantly. He was trying to be quiet after all. After a few more attempts he found the trick! All he had to do was alowly put his weight onto the bed while making the smallest movements possible. Successes! Finally laying down with the pillow under him, he smiled contently. Mission accomplish, he thought.
She woke up in his arms that morning. How? Well, maybe their bodies react subconsciously? Of course she didn't put it together until she was fully awake. She slowly turned to look at who's arms she was so content and comfortable in, a little bit scared of what she'd be faced with. Derek of course, in nothing but his boxers, spooning, in her bed no less. Her lungs filled with air. Her screams just about to erupt when she noticed the smell on beer on him. Drunk she thought. She sighed rolling her eyes. She unwound her body from his and cursed herself for missing his warmth instantly.
"Der-ek" She hissed through her teeth. She was the first one up (thankfully for him) and she wasn't sure if waking everyone up would be the right move.
She received no response. "Der-ek!" she groaned.
"Hmmph" He muttered into the pillow. He better not be drooling! She thought to herself.
"Wake up." She said pushing his body, a little too hard possibly. (He ended up rolling off the bed and onto the floor.)
"What the fuck!" he yelled from the floor.
"Why are you in my bed!" she complained. (Yeah, people were definitely going to start waking up soon.)
He ran a hand through his hair and got off the floor. "I couldn't make it to my bed," he said squinting at the clock. 7:00 AM? He hadn't gotten enough sleep.
"Your room is 5 feet away Derek!" she hissed.
"Shut up" he muttered collecting his things. His head was throbbing and Casey's voice was killing him.
"Hung over?" She asked almost worried. But she already knew the answer.
He simply responded by walking into her door, hitting his forehead against it. "Fuck" he hissed.
She rolled her eyes and escorted him out. She pretended not to care about him (and completely ignored the fact that they had slept together the night.) But somehow when he did finally wake up, in his bed, hours later there was a glass of water and an aspirin waiting for him.
She ignored him for the rest of the week however.
AN: It'll get better! Review.