A/N: This is the not-so-long awaited sequel to Crazy Game! I hope you enjoy it!

"Caaaaaasssseeeey."

Casey looked up from her desk and over at the lump moving under her blankets. The misshapen blob rose slightly, and a large hand stuck out from underneath one edge.

"Caaaaaaaassssseeeey!" The groaning was a little more insistent this time.

"What do you want, Derek?" she asked, turning her entire body towards the lump under her covers.

"I want you … to come over her … NOW."

Casey scooted her chair over to the edge of the bed and put her face up to the edge of the blanket with a sigh. "OK, I'm here. Now what?"

"This," Derek said before reaching up and pulling her onto the bed, his muscular arm wrapped around her slim waist.

Casey, giggling, playfully swatted at him as her wrestled her to the mattress. "Derek, stop! You and I both have exams soon, and if I don't do well on mine, then there's no way I'm getting into the English Language and Literature concentration. And you won't get into the Film Studies program!"

"Mmmmm, don't care," Derek groaned, nuzzling into her neck. "I just want you. Now. Exams can wait."

"No, they can't, Derek," Casey replied calmly. Life had been like this all semester—Casey trying to put her nose to the grindstone and Derek trying to put his nose elsewhere. After a small scuffle, they would usually, eventually buckle down and do some work. Casey would be less stressed, Derek would be less playful, and everything would get done. They had worked out a routine, and it was surprisingly wonderful for them. They balanced each other.

"Yes, they can, Case. There's still plenty of time to study, and if you won't play with me, then at least feed me. I'm hungry!"

"You can feed yourself! I'm not making you a sandwich."

"Please?" Derek looked at Casey with puppy dog eyes, and she felt herself starting to melt a little.

"No. But I will go to The Goat with you," Casey offered.

"Case! The Goat? Again? Why do I always have to go and hang out with your wanna-be artsy friends? No, you're taking me to JJ's." Derek sat up and looked at Casey authoritatively.

Casey also sat up. "No, I'm not, Derek. If you want me to take you to lunch, we're going to The Goat."

"Fine, Derek conceded, "but I'm not eating asparagus again."

"Agreed," Casey said with a nod, wriggling out from underneath Derek. "Besides, it made your pee smell weird."

"You were smelling my pee? Weird, Casey, even for you." Derek planted a kiss on her nose and rolled onto the floor.

Casey and Derek strolled out of their apartment hand-in-hand to walk the 3 km towards The Sleeping Goat. Even through his gloves, Casey could feel the heat radiating off Derek's hands. Good, she thought, because I'm freezing. We probably should have taken the car. I mean, it's December! In Ontario! It's cold. Casey involuntarily shivered.

"You cold, Case?" Derek extracted his hand from hers and threw his arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah, actually, I am. Remind me why we didn't take the Prince?"

"Because you can never find parking down there and it pisses me off," Derek replied.

"Right. I know. And it's healthier to walk. But it's hard to accept that when the wind is blowing at 40 knots off the lake and it's below zero." Casey rubbed her mittened hands together in an attempt to get them warmed up.

"Ahhh, but I know how to warm you up," Derek said, wiggling his eyebrows. "C'mere."

Derek enveloped Casey into a big hug and kissed her tenderly. She felt another involuntary shiver go down her spine—from lust, not coldness this time—and she responded with a fiery intensity. I AM pretty stressed with exams coming up. I'm so glad that I have Derek to calm me down. Or rev me up. Whatever. Mmmm. Casey let he mind go blank as she fell deeper into Derek's kisses.

"Hey, you two, get a room!" A car honked its horn as it drove by. Slightly flustered, Derek and Casey looked up and the catcaller. It was Sam, fresh from a pledge meeting, his latest flavor sitting in the passenger seat. Sam had become somewhat of a ladies' man in his short time at Queen's, and Derek and Casey were finally starting to get used to his revolving-door dating. It was always a little sad for Casey when some of them left—she had been especially fond of Keira, Lily, Emma, Ellie, and Meg. Paige, Sam's current flame, was one of Casey's least favorites. She was kind of a bitch, and treated Sam like he was hers. Sam didn't seem to mind, though, and for the sake of their friendship and their living arrangements, she kept her mouth shut.

"Sammy!" Derek yelled. "Hi, Paige. What are you two up to?"

"Just coming back to drop off some books and see if you wanted to go get some lunch. We're starved," Sam answered through the rolled-down passenger window.

"Actually, we were on our way to The Goat if you want to come with us," Casey offered.

"Um, that sounds good, Casey," Sam said politely, "but I think we're on our way to JJ's. Interested?"

"Yes!" Derek threw his arms in the air and turned to Casey. "Three against one, we're going to JJ's. Let's go!" He grabbed for Casey's hand and started to drag her towards Sam's car.

"Hey, wait a second, Paige didn't say anything," Casey protested as Derek led her.

"I'll eat anything if it gets my window up and some food in my stomach," Paige answered icily. "Plus, The Goat is for weird losers. I don't want to be seen there."

"Fine," Casey huffed, stomping towards Sam's car. "JJ's it is. AGAIN." She opened the door and sat down.

"Aww, don't be sad, Case," Derek said, sliding into the car next to her. "You can get a salad. You love their salads." He kissed her on the cheek.

Casey softened a little at his touch. "Yeah, I do love their salads. And I could really use some protein right now. I think I'll get a Cobb salad, no bacon, but with a side of grilled chicken. Yeah." Casey's stomach grumbled in agreement.

Derek laughed. "I can help you in the protein department, Case,"

"Ew, gross, Derek!" Casey said, swatting at him.

Sam joined in Derek's laughter as Paige made a face. "That was pretty rancid, dude. But seriously, you two need to go back upstairs. How are you going to manage when you go home for Christmas?"

Derek and Casey looked at each other, mirroring the other's deer-in-headlights expression. After a few seconds, Casey answered. "We … don't know yet," she said slowly. "We've been a little wrapped up with other things."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Sam answered, chuckling. "I can't seem to even go to the bathroom without running into the two of you making out. Have you told your parents yet?"

"Eh, don't worry about it," Derek said, clapping Sam on the shoulder over the driver's seat. "We'll figure it out later. But I'm starving. Let's go."

As they drove off, Casey's mind was spinning, trying to churn out a solution. Instead, she got caught in an endless loop of self-berating. How could we have forgotten about our family and Christmas? What the hell are we going to do? Sam's right, he can barely move in the apartment because we're everywhere. I kind of feel sorry for the poor guy, but he had no idea that we were dating when he agreed to live with us. Gosh, if Mom and George knew anything about us … we'd be so dead. We're GOING to be so dead.

At the beginning of the term, Casey, Derek, and Sam had lucked out and gotten a canceled 3-bedroom apartment at the Al Clachan student apartment complex. Even though Casey's scholarship covered room and board, George and Nora had eventually concluded that it would be good for Derek and Casey to stick with each other at university, at least during their first year. Everyone assumed that having Sam around would balance the living situation, and as far as they were concerned, they were right. Casey and Derek seemed to live in relative peace, to the point that Nora and George left them alone during the semester.

Little did they know that it was actually Casey and Derek who balanced each other, that after a ridiculously-charged game of poker a week before university started, they had finally shared that one kiss that they had both been aching for for ages. Casey's friend John had observed the entire ordeal, and he was highly entertained by the entire situation, as was his partner, Courtney. The two of them had actually invited Casey and Derek to visit them for Christmas; they were planning to go a few days later and celebrate the new year in New York. Casey and Derek had started dating a few days after that, and although they maintained separate bedrooms, they were very rarely apart.

Sam was surprisingly cool about the whole thing when they told him. They had both been a little nervous, not just because they were stepsiblings—which some people would deem as incredibly weird—but because Sam and Casey dated back in Grade 10, and it's completely against the Bro Code to date a buddy's ex. He hadn't seemed to mind, though; he just congratulated Derek on a great catch and warned him not to break Casey's heart. He also said that he wouldn't mention to anyone about their family situation—again, some people might think it was weird. Derek and Casey had been—and still are—grateful for his discretion and understanding. And we repay him by dry humping all over the apartment. Classy, Casey, really classy. We're going to have to tone it down a LOT over the break. Well, it's only 5 days. How bad can it be?

A/N: Lame as it is to start a story and then take a break, it looks like I may be doing that. Life is about to get very busy very fast, and I may have to break for a few weeks. Sorry! But read other fics in the meantime and add this to your alert list so you know when it's updated again.