So here I am, taking on another story. I know I said I wouldn't, but I can't help the flow of ideas slewing through my brain. I've seen a few stories like this done before, I won't lie but I promise, it's going to be different and innovative!
I'm sure you're all like, 'sure okay' but I promise on my life, I'm going to try and do this best I possibly can. I also want to give warning this is just the prologue, the next chapter will be a time jump as well as much longer than this one. This is sort of an introduction, to get you all acquainted with the characters and their background. Without a further ado, I give you the first chapter of 'Little Piece of Me'
Chapter 1 | prologue
Perhaps it was the tequila practically dripping from her pores. Potentially it was the obnoxious, ear wrenching music blaring through the musty bar. Maybe Sadie, her best friend, chattering her ear off was the sole reason behind the fact Meredith Grey felt a heartbeat in her head. Her brain was pulsating in rhythmic thumps, pulse, thump, pulse, the consecutive beats waning her toward exiting the bar to sleep off her last night in Italy. She immediately stops her subconscious from conveying such a ludicrous notion, as in the deep depths of her frantic spun mind, exiting would be a scarce decision. Leaving led to remembering and it was that prominent reason she slugged herself through the ringer repetitively. Meredith hopes another tequila shot may heighten her current buzz. It could dilute any remnants of the persistent machete slicing through her cranium. Although, she was reverent that no amount of alcohol intake could repress the anchor weighing against her shoulders. She'd indulged on seven shots already, seven, and she was barely at a buzz. Meredith prayed Sadie hadn't noticed the 'Debbie Downer' act she was performing for almost everyone inside the pub, it was her last night in Italy as well and Meredith wasn't keen on spoiling the evening for her best friend.
Almost as if it were some sort of magic, another shot-glass appeared parallel from her, condensation forming across the transparent cup. Her narrow and dainty fingers curled around the glass, mentally preparing her esophagus for the burning sensation. The liquid glided in a downward spiral, coating her throat bitterly. "Ugh.." Meredith whined to no one other than herself, seeming as Sadie had wandered to god knows where, a tangy aftertaste blanketing her tastebuds. Meredith's migraine began to sail along the seas, beginning its voyage for the night, promising to make an unwanted cameo for the following morning. She'd take that risk, the risk of a strenuous hangover on a twelve hour flight, she'd risk it all if it meant that just for a tad longer, Meredith was not required to think.
"Another one?" A grotesque tone teetering a thick Italian accent, reeled her back to reality. The bartender offered yet another round of 'José Cuervo' and as she had the seven previous times, Meredith accepted the offer. Her nails bounced against the worn wood of the bar, the pads of her fingers brushing across the indents and permanently engraved scuffs. This bar had a story she was sure of, many stories at best. She was almost certain every tavern had a whimsical tale, yet this one most certainly took the cake for most intriguing. She came to that conclusion once taking observation of the walls decorated in a frenzy of photographs, each one encased by mismatched frames. Meredith could decipher newer from older with the naked eye, a few stubborner than others. She ached to become knowledgeable of the mysteries filling out the those wooden walls, although she was certainly tipsy by now and even if she were to find some poor Italian sap to educate her on the great novels of this bar, she'd be far too sluggish to keep coherency. Her Italian wasn't that good.
"Death!" Meredith cocked her head to the opposite direction, a swirl of blonde blinding her view. Sadie appeared to be way past tipsy and Meredith assumed she'd be experiencing a long night by the porcelain thrown if she kept the Patroń riveting. "Get off your bloody ass, you're missing the fun." The exuberance radiating from the far right of the pub wasn't enticing to Meredith whatsoever. She'd almost rather gouge a hammer to her head consecutively rather than remove her tush from the leather barstool and party with a slew of foreigners.
Meredith's tongue trailed across her lower lip, a hint of tang from the shot she devoured only minutes earlier pasted against her cavern. "Die," her left hand groping a fistful of honey-blonde sprouting from her own scalp. "I'm not in the mood to dance." The word rolled off her tongue hastily, like a naughty word she'd said aloud for a primary time.
Sadie deemed perplexed, although Meredith wasn't completely sure of the accusation, she could barely read her friend sober, much less drunk on tequila. "Oh." Sadie nodded slowly and a wry smirk stretched along her rosy cheeks. "You're in need of a different sort of party." She shuffled a few feet from Meredith's proximity, tapping her forefinger against the flesh of her chin. Sadie's head dipped at a ninety degree angle, seemingly distracted from the sour expression gracing Meredith's features. That damn woman had pestered Meredith almost the entire two months they'd spent down in Europe she needed to get laid. She was no beginner when it came to one-night stands, however she wasn't sure her sexcapades could handle a European man. The individuals over on this side of the world were definitely a foreign breed.
"Sadie." She snapped quicker than intended, Meredith prayed her friend hadn't noticed the hastiness wafting across her tone. She hadn't, certainly due to the overly chaotic noise in the establishment or perhaps since she was drunker than a skunk.
"Him. He looks delicious." Meredith leaned forward, attempting to grip the blondes attention again only to halt when her irises caught sight of the man Sadie's pointer finger was directing her attention toward.
The mystery man sat alone in a booth near the back corner of the hectic bar. Glasses cluttered his table, each and every one free of any remnants of alcohol. His finger tracing the pubs logo across one of the glasses. A ravenous mane spiraling from his scalp, his curls tussled to perfection. From a far, his skin appeared a light, peachy color. Meredith was unable to detect the intimate details of his facial structure from the position her body was in. She'd need to get a tad more up close and personal to pinpoint the creases and freckles. The mans attire consisted of a red button down shirt, the cuffs of each sleeve rolled upward, stopping mid forearm. A silver watch decorated his left wrist just before he clutched another glass of what seemed to be scotch? Meredith mentally gagged, good lord she detested the foul drink. For a moment she was almost considering sleeping with this stranger, hot as hell stranger in the back of the tavern. She now had an excuse as to why she couldn't take him to bed; he drank scotch. Meredith's excuse was lousy for sure, but her head was runny and clouded by the tequila swimming through her veins.
"He drinks scotch," she stated as if it weren't obvious to Sadie. "I can't sleep with a guy who drinks bucket loads of scotch. Plus, he isn't that attractive." Maybe if Meredith nursed a few more blends of tequila, she'd be too drunk to be a downer about rubbing against sloppy Italians in the far right of the bar. It would be an excuse to forget about the oh so hot man perched by the corner.
Sadie snickered, craning her neck back. "Please, you look like a wild bear, waiting to devour its next prey." A fever pricked her skin at Sadie's observation. She knew the woman was far too drunk to even be standing upright, although it was definitely no lie she'd been spot on. Her core was practically burning with desire and suddenly her panties had fallen victim to her hormonal aches. Her thirst needed to be quenched as the beast hunkered down in her lady parts has sprung to glorious life, awakening after months of unintentional hibernation. She'd been celibate for far too long. Meredith needed a good fuck.
"If you won't hump him, I will." She added.
Meredith rose to her feet in seconds, a light dizziness detouring her destination for a moment. Stupid, stupid tequila. However the alcohol provided Meredith some much needed confidence and she wore it with pride as she strode over to the bachelor. As she crept closer, Sadie disintegrating in the background of noise, Meredith plucked out numerous details she hadn't been able to see before. For starters, he was older than her for sure. Not in a silver fox sort of way, but definitely not twenty-one. His jaw line accentuating his features, she craved to lick the dip between his neck and ear, a thin layer of blackened stubble coated the lower half of his face, speckling lightly across his throat and Adam's apple. His hands noticeably larger, her cleft twitching with life, as he absentmindedly ran his right hand through his mound of raven colored locks.
She's now inches away and she lightly scoffs as he's yet to take notice of her newfound presence. Meredith takes a few moments to accumulate as to what she's supposed to say to this mystery guy, sitting alone at a table in the bar. "Oh hi! I'm suuuppeeeeeerrrr horny right now, mind if I take you out back and hump you until I'm numb? Thank you so much!" She's done this before, so many times she's lost count of the men. Although this was a different turf, foreign turf, and she's was inexperienced with men on the opposite side of the planet. Perhaps waltzing over to the random guy was a mistake; he does appear to be drowning his sorrows in drinks. He's grieving over something. She shouldn't disturb his private moment to fulfill her slutty needs. Damn those perplexing, hormones, damn them-
"Well hello there." He speaks directly to Meredith mid thought. Her legs are pools of jello instantly considering his vocal chords are angelic. A lump in her throat the size of a grapefruit forms and she's unable to produce any intelligible speech. She's known him for barely three seconds and this guy has already made her weak in the knees. He shifts his neck and flashes a sheepish smile her way. His irises melt her insides in an instant; a perfect combination of baby blue with a hint of grey. Specks of gleam and glitter glazed his pupils and suddenly Meredith Grey was drunker on the gaze he was shooting rather than the tequila she indulged on earlier. A soft light radiating from the lamp hovering over his table brushed across his facial features perfectly. The yellow-y shade coating his face gave Meredith a crystal clear view of every prominent detail his face held.
"Hi." Meredith blurted awkwardly. The back of her neck was moist from the sheen of perspire blanketing her flesh. Perhaps this time around was rather complicated due to the fact she wasn't nearly as drunk as she'd like to be. Back in Boston, Meredith could pick up any man her lower half throbbed for. However, those times she'd been almost more loaded than Sadie was currently, that was definitely saying something considering her blonde best friend was topless, galavanting on a tabletop. Meredith was lucid and aware of her actions currently.
His head cocks to the side, this time a hungry smirk coveting his cheeks. Lust dances across his eyes while he diverts them up and down, most likely taking in a full mirror view of Meredith's body. She feels exposed, as she were delivering a speech buck naked in front of a thousand people. Although her cluster of individuals is a man who's raked her raw just by a simple glance. "Can I get a name?" He questions.
She envelopes her arms across her chest firmly, she's deemed herself as officially untrusting around this guy as she might just reach out and devour him on the booth. "I'm just a girl in a bar." Meredith quips, running the tips of her fingers across her exposed arms.
"Hmm." He seems to ponder that response momentarily, only to respond with, "Well then, I guess I'm just a guy in a bar." His brow contorts and Meredith's knows a pool of wetness is dripping between her legs. Meredith could murder Sadie for awakening her beast.
"Well then, 'Guy in a bar' am I allowed to buy you a drink?" Her stomach roils imagining using her own cash to buy scotch. She'd have to lecture him on how nasty shit was, perhaps after they indulge on a few rounds of mind boggling sex.
He chortles softly, his front tooth sinking against his bottom lip. Meredith's certain his mouth is soft and warm, much similar to a babies bottom. "Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?"
"I've had enough tequila already." Her giggle fills the inches between the two. She throws her head back, riding the chuckle out.
"Tequila?" His face scrunches in what appears to be disgust. "How do you digest tequila? That stuff is retched."
"How do you drink scotch?" She mimics the expression of horror he's protruded at her, although she knows they're only teasing one another. Their playful demeanor resembles a much more PG version of foreplay although Meredith is envisioning something a tad more on the PG-13 side. Normally Meredith takes no time to kiss and touch when it comes to her one nighters. In fact, most always the only thing on her mind is reaching an orgasm as she can't do it on her own. She was in the dark on two thirds of this man, hell she didn't even know his flipping name, yet the only thing her brain was processing was images of him savoring his body with his lips and his hands groping her flesh in all the right places. She aches to rip the bandaid off.
"Touché." He counters.
Meredith steps closer, his scent infesting her nostrils. He smells of some kind of aftershave and alcohol, although she finds this fragrance intriguing. "Do you want to get out of here?" Meredith pries the pesky bandage away with a simple, crystal clear sentence. She spots the lust in his eyes from moments earlier, still there, perhaps deeper this time around. She could stare into his orbs for what felt like eternity, his eyes were really beautiful, like two calming oceans mounted to his face.
"Someone's eager." He replies, brushing the pad of his thumb across Meredith's cheek. She's blushing. Meredith knows she's blushing but hell, she's too invested in the moment to care. It's silly almost, to be this horny for a man she didn't know. Was that abnormal? Feeling like a sixteen year old girl again, flaunting over boys she knew she'd never get the chance to be with. Maybe that's why masturbation was invented, that way people who were desperate to get laid by certain people could have them, in some kind of fantasy.
"And if I am?" Meredith retorts, restraining herself from reaching upward and smashing her lips against his own.
He grins once more, she swears his smile is almost as gorgeous as his eyes, and his eyes make a bee line for the front entrance. "I like women that jump the gun." He steps closer. "Very. Much." Now his breath pulsates against her lips and she prays she can withhold the beast deep within her core.
"Then I suppose we better leave." Meredith's fingers intwine with his, she snorts at how large his hand appears in hers. She allows the childish thought to slip her mind, dragging 'the guy in the bar' down and out of the vicinity.
The sheets radiate sex. The room smells of nothing but sex. Wild, hot, mind boggling sex. A thick blanket of sweat coats Meredith from head to toe. It's the first time, in a long time she actually remembers the vast majority of her sexual experience with a one-night stand. Meredith relishes that thought, because she wishes for nothing more than to keep every memory of the last three hours to herself forever. He was damn good in bed. Correction, a fucking God in bed.
She's uncertain as to whether or not Sadie made it back safely to her room. She doesn't care to check, as her entire body is sore, from her clavicle, down to her hamstrings. Meredith isn't complaining, it's a good kind of a sore. The kind of sore that makes her want to relive the last few moments in her head repetitively, like a broken record. The comforter is warming the floor instead of their bodies, a sneaky grin plastering across Meredith's rosy cheeks, heated from the glorious sex she'd induced minutes earlier. Their clothes decorate various objects in the hotel room, including a lamp, which they knocked down, a tethered love seat caressing their shoes and shirts, and the floor holding onto the remaining clothing articles, dust collecting at the pants and panties.
Meredith rolls to her side, drinking the image of a sweaty, although so fucking hot, man lazily lying in bed alongside her. She finds it ironic they spent the last few hours humping like bunnies on drugs, though she's yet to discover his true identity. The mystery of it all intoxicates her hormones though, it's all so very scandalous in retrospect. Her fingers waltz along the veins trailed along his forearms. The gesture feels natural and he doesn't seem to be bothered by her actions either. In fact, he rolls his head to face her own, a grin the size of China preening across his facial features. God his smile is cute Meredith thinks to herself, momentarily wondering what the woman he'd end up marrying would feel like, waking up to that every single day.
"Derek." He whispers, gripping Meredith's knee, adding a bit of pressure. "My name is Derek. Derek Shepherd."
Derek. Even his name is oh so perfect. "I think I liked 'Guy in a bar' better." Meredith asserts teasingly, her giggle filling the silence drifting, although even if she hadn't felt the urge to release a sudden chortle, the silence wouldn't have been awkward and tense. More sated and relaxed.
He rolls his eyes, beginning to stroke the freckle coated flesh of Meredith's leg. "You started it, 'Girl in a bar.'" This time they both fill the silence with a belly chuckle. Meredith feels guilt pluck at her heart for thinking this experience deems a lot more fun than all those late nights at clubs, drinking and doing drugs she'd spent with Sadie. She loves 'Die' although at times Meredith wonders if her so called partner in crime would still be her friend if she exempted out on all the wild and ludicrous things she did. She lets the thought crumble, as she doesn't want to ruin her perfect last night in Italy with something dark and twisty. She'd worry over whether Sadie was a true bestie or not at another time, maybe the following morning on the plane ride back to Boston she could resent the blonde for imploding such a gruesome hangover on her.
"Touché." Meredith mocks the statement he made back at the bar, scooting in closer. His heat pulsates across to Meredith's body, memories flood her brain of just mere hours ago, he kissing the ever living day lights out of her. "It's Meredith, by the way. Meredith Grey."
"Beautiful." He states boldly. Her heart flutters and she doesn't even understand the meaning behind it all. The guys she's known for years have never cast such a magic trance on her unlike this man she knows nothing about has already whisked her away.
"It's just a name." Meredith whispers, shifting to her back.
"It's different." Derek retorts, "I don't know any Meredith's."
"You do now."
Derek laughs lightly, although she's sure his chortles fade due to the fatigue most likely shifting through his body. They lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, their breath patterns the only sound other than the bustling of cars and city life outside the window, present in the hotel room. "I've never done this before." He admits, almost timidly, seemingly embarrassed of his confession.
Meredith diverts her attention to the raven haired Adonis, brushing her fingers through his damp locks, running the tips of each nail against his scalp. "You've never had a one-night stand?" She finds this fact hard to believe, he's gorgeous. What woman wouldn't want to jump him?
"No, I um," he pauses, "I've been with this woman for a while now. I'm kind of known to be a 'romantic' I never believed in silly hookups. Anyways, a week ago I come to find out she's been sleeping with my best friend; how lucky am I?" Derek laughs but Meredith can hear the pain and lonesomeness sifting from his vocal chords. She figures this is something they have in common, a dark and twisty back story they're both too stubborn to admit to anyone other than themselves.
"It's okay." Meredith interrupts, splaying her hand across his own. "You don't have to say anything else, I get it." He shoots her a small smile and Meredith finds herself getting lost inside his tiny grin. She's subconsciously entwined her fingers with his and blush licks flames across her neck and chest. They fall into another silence, this one stretching longer than the last. It's weird to think about, two strangers laying nude in a bed together, having committed one of the most intimate and private acts of love couples endure themselves in, holding hands. Yet it all felt so normal. Meredith felt a surge of desire to get to know Derek Shepherd as more than just the 'Guy in the bar'
So she does just that, she gets to know every detail about the man parallel to her within the short span of hours they hold together before the sun rises to diminish their whirlwind evening.
Authors note
Thoughts? Honestly I think you're all going to love this story. I do want to say CileSuns92 (on ) definitely sparked my inspiration for this story I think you should all definitely check her out!
Remember, next chapter much longer, it may help fill in the blanks a little because I'm sure a slew of you are lost. I'm excited to be writing this though in hoping I can keep up with this as well as "Let's talk about sex baby" fingers crossed!
Do me a huge favor and review for me! Those make me inspired to write more and I'd appreciate feedback, it let's me know what I should improve on or if there's nothing to improve it definitely makes my day brighter.
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I love you all!