Derek didn't want to open his eyes. Everything with Casey the night before was a dream, a wonderful heartbreaking dream; he just knew it.
He had woken up only moments before. His body wonderfully spent and his senses fogged by her scent. His body felt heavy and completely comfortable. He felt great; a sure sign that he was dreaming. He never felt that good in reality. His mind was playing a sick joke on him and he didn't want to face it.
The only redeeming factor in the whole equation was the warm, soft body curled into his side, the heavy head resting on his chest just over his heart, and the warm breath fanning across his skin. He was determined to stay right where he was, everything was perfect and he wanted nothing to change.
He was broken out of his thoughts when the warm body shifted as well as the hands attached to it. A soft hand moved from the center of his chest to his side and pulled him closer, if it was possible, to that wonderfully warm body. If that hand wasn't an indication that his dream state was coming to an end, then the heavy head on his chest moving, soft lips pressing to his heart, and a sweet nose nuzzling his skin was.
Casey had woken to the sun pouring through her open curtains. She opened her eyes and looked over his chest to the clock on the side table, 7:33. That's when she remembered all that had happened the night before. She wanted to forever remember that time, it was when she realized that everything was finally right with the world. She felt like crying and dancing at the same time. She had decided that this was the best morning she had ever had. She simply lay there enjoying the feeling of the morning and recounted the moments that had led up to this moment; everything from first meeting to his hand tracing her features before jumping into oblivion.
She could tell when he woke up about an hour later when his body went rigid. His breath was forcibly steady. Her best guess that either he was scared to wake her or he didn't believe anything that happened was real.
If he needed reassurance to either 'wake her up' or that she was real she could give it. He held his tighter and nuzzled deeper into him, while planting kisses on the skin she could reach.
His arms tightened around her, his fingers gripping her shirt desperately. She felt his face turn towards her head, his nose burying itself into her hair.
Casey smiled and continued to kiss his skin; she slowly worked her way across his chest as she moved her body over his. She made sure to keep the blankets wrapped securely around them. Derek's hand found her lower back and pressed her closer. Casey grinned at the action and moved her kisses from his chest up his neck and to his face. She continued to kiss his face and waited for him to open his tightly closed eyes.
Don't open your eyes! Don't open your eyes! You open them and she'll be gone! Was the mantra in Derek's head.
"Open your eyes Derek," came a soft command against his lips.
"Why not?" her voice was husky from sleep and softly encouraging him.
"You'll be gone," was his honest reply. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and hugged her closer.
"No I won't." She continued to talk against his lips, never really kissing him.
"Yes you will."
"No I won't."
Casey chuckled against him, "Are we really fighting about my existence at a time like this?"
"Yes we are." Derek was now debating the existence of dream Casey compared to real Casey. Dream Casey never fought with him like that and dream Casey never felt this warm.
"Just open your eyes Derek. I won't kiss you unless you open your eyes."
"You can't blackmail me Case, it's just not fair."
"Is it working?"
"Then open your eyes."
Derek took a deep breath and finally opened his eyes.
Casey's face was closely above him; her eyes were smiling and her hair was messed in a beautiful way.
"Hi," she greeted him with a soft smile.
"Hey," Derek smiled back as he brought his hand to her cheek.
Unlike the night before he could see her clearly and she was definitely real. Reality had never been so beautifully messy and sleepy, and he liked reality.
"Will you kiss me now?" Derek inquired.
"Gladly." Casey dropped her mouth to his. The kiss was soft and languid. Derek hummed into the kiss as he ran his hand up and down her back. Casey chuckled when he hit a particularly sensitive spot and released his lips.
"You're here, Casey." He grinned.
"I most definitely am, Derek." She grinned back.
Derek finally settled into the mattress with a sigh. They lay like that until it became obvious that sleep was taking over once again.
"I love you, Case." He murmured.
"I love you too." She tiredly replied.
"You n'mkay?" His mumbled question sounded weird but Casey could understand.
"I'm more than okay."
"Happier than I've been in a very long time."
"How about you? Are you okay?" Casey inquired.
"The happiest I've ever been."
They lay like that for some time, both happy that they were on the same page.
"You realize that this is a forever type of thing, right?" Derek pointed out.
"Yep, I do."
"I'm not saying that because I think you want to hear it. I mean in. This is forever."
"I know Derek."
“Forever meaning, we are getting married and we are growing old together.
"I know Derek."
"I'm not letting you go. So you might as well forget the doctor husband who does everything right and buys you flowers because they remind him of you."
"I know Derek."
"You're going to have to settle for the hockey player husband who tries his best to everything right and worships the ground you walk on. Will you be okay with that?"
They were silent for a moment.
"You realize that you just proposed to me, right?"
"I do. Do you realize that you said yes?"
Derek realized that the elaborate proposal he knew Casey had envisioned just went out the window and he didn't know if she was okay with that. She hadn't killed him yet, so that was a start.
"I do. I must love you a lot to allow you to propose to me in this setting and still say yes. There was no candle lit dinner, roses, or kneeling."
"It's not my style, I prefer to get you too tired to care and then ask you the most important question of your life. I love to screw with your plans, its second nature to me."
Casey just giggled and wiggled in his arms, raising her head from his chest. Her face was flushed and she had small tears leaking from her eyes. Derek smiled, pulling her face up to his so he could kiss her face all over, sparing her lips.
Casey pulled him over her, giggling like crazy as he continued to pepper her skin with kisses.