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storypaint) wrote2009-06-29 06:58 pm
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A Photo Would Last Longer (Derek/Casey)
Title: A Photo Would Last Longer
Fandom: Life With Derek
Length: 462 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon : Life with Derek, Derek/Casey, chick lit
Pairing: Derek/Casey
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "De-rek!" she howls in that banshee voice of hers, and he just grins and snaps another picture.
She's reading chick lit. Chick lit! And he's caught her with her nose in the middle of it, and he even has his camera phone with him. It is a wonderful day to be Derek Venturi.
"De-rek!" she howls in that banshee voice of hers, and he just grins and snaps another picture.
"Say cheese!" he says for good measure, and makes a face.
"What are you doing?" She frowns, replacing her bookmark before rising from her seat with, Derek is sure, the usual malicious intentions.
"Just taking pictures of you reading romance novels. Wait 'til I show this to those nerds you're always hanging out with."
"De-rek!" she says again, more forcibly, advancing on him and grabbing his arm, trying to get his phone away. He expected that and he's already holding the phone up, out of reach. She's not going to be able to best him. He plays hockey, after all.
Later, she says it was entirely an accident, but at the time it feels like the dirtiest fight move ever-- she stretches and knees him in the crotch, and he goes down, down, down. There is very little worse than that, even playing hockey all the time, and he falls so suddenly that she overbalances on top of him. She's too clumsy to be believed.
So Casey's in his lap and if this wasn't his sister and he wasn't focused on some very private pains, this would be par for the course. He likes girls, the way they smell and the fragile way they fit into his arms. But Casey isn't good at fitting; she's all elbows and squealing like a chicken. She leans forward, flailing, and nearly knocks their foreheads together. He can smell her bodywash (honey vanilla) and her breath (she's just eaten a strawberry). And if it were anyone, anyone but Casey, this would be romantic.
He licks his lips and very carefully resists the urge to lean forward and see if she tastes like strawberries. She would just hit him anyway, just think it is another one of his jokes. And that's all it would be because they are now related, and even if giraffe-Casey with her flailing limbs is in the tiniest bit attractive, she's off-limits.
DEREK!" she screams, like this is his fault, and his head is now hurting nearly as much as his anatomy. He tries to grin a little because she's angry, and that's usually amusing. Finally they manage to separate themselves, and he starts in with a whimper for his wounds.
"It's not a romance novel," she declares, reaching over for her book protectively. "It's Little Women."
"You're neither, why are you reading it?" he asks immediately, and she hits him on the head with the book before sweeping out of the room. Classy.
Derek grins. Suddenly, he really wants a strawberry.
Fandom: Life With Derek
Length: 462 words
Prompt:
flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon : Life with Derek, Derek/Casey, chick litPairing: Derek/Casey
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "De-rek!" she howls in that banshee voice of hers, and he just grins and snaps another picture.
She's reading chick lit. Chick lit! And he's caught her with her nose in the middle of it, and he even has his camera phone with him. It is a wonderful day to be Derek Venturi.
"De-rek!" she howls in that banshee voice of hers, and he just grins and snaps another picture.
"Say cheese!" he says for good measure, and makes a face.
"What are you doing?" She frowns, replacing her bookmark before rising from her seat with, Derek is sure, the usual malicious intentions.
"Just taking pictures of you reading romance novels. Wait 'til I show this to those nerds you're always hanging out with."
"De-rek!" she says again, more forcibly, advancing on him and grabbing his arm, trying to get his phone away. He expected that and he's already holding the phone up, out of reach. She's not going to be able to best him. He plays hockey, after all.
Later, she says it was entirely an accident, but at the time it feels like the dirtiest fight move ever-- she stretches and knees him in the crotch, and he goes down, down, down. There is very little worse than that, even playing hockey all the time, and he falls so suddenly that she overbalances on top of him. She's too clumsy to be believed.
So Casey's in his lap and if this wasn't his sister and he wasn't focused on some very private pains, this would be par for the course. He likes girls, the way they smell and the fragile way they fit into his arms. But Casey isn't good at fitting; she's all elbows and squealing like a chicken. She leans forward, flailing, and nearly knocks their foreheads together. He can smell her bodywash (honey vanilla) and her breath (she's just eaten a strawberry). And if it were anyone, anyone but Casey, this would be romantic.
He licks his lips and very carefully resists the urge to lean forward and see if she tastes like strawberries. She would just hit him anyway, just think it is another one of his jokes. And that's all it would be because they are now related, and even if giraffe-Casey with her flailing limbs is in the tiniest bit attractive, she's off-limits.
DEREK!" she screams, like this is his fault, and his head is now hurting nearly as much as his anatomy. He tries to grin a little because she's angry, and that's usually amusing. Finally they manage to separate themselves, and he starts in with a whimper for his wounds.
"It's not a romance novel," she declares, reaching over for her book protectively. "It's Little Women."
"You're neither, why are you reading it?" he asks immediately, and she hits him on the head with the book before sweeping out of the room. Classy.
Derek grins. Suddenly, he really wants a strawberry.