Medusa

It just so happened to be the wicked nickname most of the staff around the hospital gave the cold hearted surgeon; Meredith Grey. In her defense, she hadn't always been such a poisonous prick. In fact Meredith actually used to be the positive one around Seattle Grace. There had never been a reason for the slender blonde to be so dark and twisty; well besides her abandonment issues thanks to both of her parents.

Her change in attitude was unknown to everyone at the workplace; which is just how Meredith intended keeping it. The fear of her dark and twisty secrets spilling out were far too terrifying for the woman to even digest. Besides, she had absolutely no room in her life for anything other than her career. It was the only thing in her life in which she could withhold all of her trust in.

Well her career and sex life that is.

Meredith felt she would absolutely explode if her sexual desire wasn't fulfilled soon. The blonde assumed she'd be able to distract her need by hurrying herself into her surgeries; cutting things open happened to be a nice distraction when all kinds of things had been piling their way up inside her mind. However it didn't suffice the aching desire she felt between her legs.

The woman refused to connect herself in any sort of relationship as she felt boyfriends and husbands were a damn waste of time and energy. Besides the Meredith Grey didn't need a man in her life to make her whole and happy, nothing could do that. However having a personal, sex toy wouldn't be so bad.

Unfortunately, Meredith was far too antisocial to know anyone outside the hospital considering she lived there, practically. Yet every man in the damn building was well aware of her behavior and didn't dare to communicate in any way with the blonde. She was storming the halls on one particular Thursday afternoon, it was raining again and Meredith was trolling for cases as her desire was becoming incredibly hard to control.

"Here comes Medusa." Murmured an intern, quickly turning down a corner with a couple others as they were in no mood to deal with her wrath. Practically the entire hallway cleared out within seconds; with the exception of Derek Shepherd.

The man was the only person too scared of Meredith to actually call her any names or flee from her existence as he'd heard multiple rumors of the awful things she did to residents, interns, sometimes even attendings when she got news of someone else talking about her in a negative way. He was a quiet man, even if he had the balls to talk shit about Meredith Grey, he wouldn't get much out. Not that he was shy or timid but the fact he just didn't have any friends at this hospital, or Seattle for that matter. He'd fled the scene back in New York after he realized his private practice was plummeting down the toilet. 'The goddess with great hair' had only shown up a little over six months ago and immediately he'd wondered if traveling across the country to Seattle was such a swell idea.

The only times Derek was ever spoken to was if someone needed a consult or if a nurse was trying to flirt their way into Derek's lane. However he politely turned them down each time, explaining he wasn't looking for a relationship. If it weren't the fact he'd been placed as the head of neurosurgery or the fact he'd gotten away from his overbearing family back in New York, he ultimately would have fled Seattle a couple months ago.

Derek was quietly looking over charts, tucked away in a small corner as he saw Dr. Grey approaching in an angry manner.

"Please don't come over here, please don't come over here." Derek pleaded in his head, trying to calm his nerves as the fiery woman drew closer and closer to his proximity.

Meredith growled, clutching her petite fists beside her hips. "God this fucking hospital is useless!" Exclaimed the blonde in a blind rage, snapping her attention to the dark haired man stuffed into a small corner. "You!" Meredith hissed, grasping Derek's attention in a second flat.

He cleared his throat, shakily setting the charts down by his side. "Yes, Dr. Grey? Is there something I can help you with?"

Meredith carefully licked her upper lip, taking in the tall glass of sexy standing a few feet away from her.

"Him, he'd be perfect." She thought to herself, taking a few steps closer to the man.

A sneaky smirk crossed her cheeks, each of her arms enveloping over her chest. "You're Dr. Shepherd, head of the neuro department, correct?

Her tone was ice cold, as if she'd been given frost bite multiple times in one day.

"Yes." He replied softly, locking eyes with the green eyed vixen. Meredith clutched the material of his dark navy scrubs into her bony fingers, dragging him down the empty hallway.

He gasped lightly, a feeling of fear taking him over. "I-uh where are you taking-"

"Shut the hell up." She interrupted, stopping in front of an on-call room. She yanked open the door, finding two residents all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers. "Get the hell out!" She growled, snatching the attention of the fearful residents.

"But-"

"NOW!" Meredith hissed, watching the couple scramble for their clothing, sprinting out of the room like a couple of marathoners. The woman turned, yanking her tall drink of a man by the sleeve of his lab coat into the room.

Derek felt a gnawing sensation down in the pit of his gut, hearing the door of the on-call room lock after he was rudely pushed against one of the bunk beds. "Dr. Grey what's going on? I have-"

Suddenly he was being slapped across the face, a faint whimper escaping his lips. Never in his entire had he been treated with such disrespect. "I thought I told you to shut the hell up?" Her comment seemed to send Derek over the roof as he was beginning to lose his patience with Seattle Grace's meanest and most terrifying doctor around. "Look, I need a personal favor from you."

Derek's brow scrunched in confusion. What the hell did Meredith Grey want from him? "I-I don't understand." He croaked, watching as her lab coat dropped on the plastic chair behind her.

Meredith quickly pulled the elastic holding her hair up out, shaking her head softly to manage her head of blonde tresses. The woman's bangs fell against her face, partially covering her green irises.

"I haven't had sex in a really, really long time. I feel like I might explode if I hear one more damn idiot from this hospital have a screaming orgasm from another one of these on-call rooms."

Suddenly Derek felt nauseous. "Oh no, oh no, no, no..." Derek thought to himself, shaking as he knew what was to come next from her mouth. "What does that have to do with me?" He asked, raking his right hand through his raven curls.

Meredith chewed her bottom lip, rolling her eyes as if Dr. Shepherd was by far the most ignorant man she'd ever met. "God damn it you're an idiot, how did you ever become the head of neurosurgery?"

"Well Richard-"

"I don't need a damn play-by-play." She clutched the hem of her dark scrubs, pulling the top over her head. The garment fell to the floor quickly, suddenly a pile forming. "You. You are going to help me out with my little problem."

Derek's bright blue eyes grew wide, his lips creating an oval shape as he prepared to protest against her wishes. "Oh no, I can't be-"

"Oh shut it! You act as if I picked you because I just find you oh so attractive." She hissed, stripped her socks away leaving her in a laced bra and scrub pants, in which she was prepared to slip off. "I picked you because I know you're an antisocial freak who doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend. To me, you look the same as every other pathetic doctor in this joint." Her pants shed to the floor and her narrow legs were now out in the open to Derek's eyes.

He hadn't meant to gawk at her body, hell he hadn't meant to stay in a confined space with Meredith for longer than thirty seconds, yet here he was. "How can you not be sexually frustrated?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

Derek's lips parted as if he were going to respond, but of course Meredith quickly shut him off. "I don't need an answer considering I already know." She snorted softly.

"So what, you want me to be your sex slave or something?" Derek interjected, feeling her fingers tug his lab coat away.

"Precisely, maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought." She lifted his scrub shirt, standing on her very tip toes just to get it off and over his head. Meredith glanced over his naked upper half, licking her lips in satisfaction. It wasn't his looks she was after, hell he could have been the ugliest man on earth and she still would be taking him for a ride just so that her thirst could be quenched. However the good looks were quite the bonus and she could feel her core becoming moist. "There are some rules though." She murmured. "This isn't anything besides sex. We will not associate with another unless I have agreed to endure sexual intercourse with you. There will be no foreplay or role playing for that matter. No trying to call me cutesy names such as; baby, love, sweetie, honey, etcetera. There will be absolutely no cuddlingafterword. I don't even want to hear the word 'spoon' leave your damn mouth. Once I orgasm it's over and done. You'll grab your pants and get out! Are we clear Dr. Shepherd?"

The man was truly flabbergasted, unable to conjure words or phrases as he took in the woman's long request. Damn, he hadn't even fully agreed to doing this and she was already setting down rules. "Well what about me?" He questioned, watched his pants fall to a heap by his ankles. "How come I don't get to, ya know, come but you do?"

Meredith groaned, rolling her eyes. "God you're so whiny." She retorted. "You can have your precious sexual high, I'm not that cruel." She turned away from him, unclasping her bra before allowing it to clash against the cold floor below their feet. "Oh, and I'd prefer if we didn't call each other by our first names." The blonde whirled around, giving Derek a full few of her naked upper half. "So refer to me as Dr. Grey, and Dr. Grey only."

Derek huffed, feeling himself become hard just at the sight of Meredith. She wasn't even fully naked and suddenly he was already conjuring up multiple dirty images in his brain of what he'd like to be doing to her. "Hello?" Meredith quipped, snapping her fingers rapidly in front of his eyes. "Hurry up and get naked, I'm the head of general surgery I don't have all day." He hadn't even realized she'd already ditched her panties.

The man gulped, shoving his tight black boxers down his thighs allowing them to drop down to her ankles. Dr. Grey's brows raised at the sight of him fully naked, feeling sufficed as she crawled onto the bottom bunk, laying flat as she awaited Dr. Shepherd.

"I don't have a um, condom." Derek whispered, suddenly a rubber being thrown his way.

"Don't ask why I had that." She hurriedly stated. "Now get down here, I'm in no mood to wait any longer." Truthfully Derek had no idea why on earth he was obeying her commands, he couldn't tell if it was the fact he was terrified of her or the fact she looked so damn hot laying on that bed.

Either way, he slipped on top of her, tangling his fingers into her hair. He began to plant several kisses along her collarbone, only to receive a slap on the ass. "I said no foreplay!" She growled.

Derek lifted his head, gritting his teeth together slowly. "Sorry, Dr. Grey." He sighed, holding himself up just before connecting their bodies.

"Fuck." Meredith whined, rolling her eyes back as the empty feeling she'd had in her gut disappeared within seconds. The blonde was truly at bliss, feeling nothing but a wave of pleasure come over her small frame. "Dr. Shepherd..." she murmured, yanking her fingers through his ravenous locks.

Derek couldn't help but feel even more turned on as the woman below him murmured his professional name. It sounded so sexy as the word Shepherd rolled off her tongue. For a moment the man had forgotten about the 'no foreplay' rule as foreplay was truly his specialty when it came to being with a woman. He enjoyed caressing and holding, having his lips meeting every inch of the woman's body.

Unfortunately, Dr. Shepherds miniature fantasy of his lips over Dr. Grey's belly was cut short as he felt Meredith slap his face once again. "You are so ignorant." She groaned, pushing her pelvis upward to increase her amount of joy. "N-No foreplay." Suddenly her words became pants.

Meredith's breaths became short and her body began to tense. Suddenly the world was gone and the blonde beauty was floating on cloud nine as everything turned a blur. "Oh god." She whispered shakily, a burst of pleasure taking her over. She was so involved with her orgasm that she hadn't even noticed Derek's hands caressing her body. Oh hell it didn't even matter what the hell he was doing, what mattered was that she was having a mind blowing high and she never wanted to come back down.

Undoubtedly, Meredith floated right back to earth, beads of sweat covering her body just as Derek finished as well. She heard a sigh roll of the mans tongue as he flopped next to her like a fish out of water. The two took a few moments to catch their breath, each of them trying to process what the fuck just happened.

Suddenly a pager broke them away from their trance, each of them scurrying out of the small bed to find who's pager was going off.

"It's mine." Meredith sighed, rushing over to her pile of discarded clothing. Derek sat naked against the edge of the bed, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"So, um," Derek started, "I guess I'll see you later?" Meredith quickly turned to face him, pulling her lab coat over her shoulders.

"Sure, why not." The woman fixated her hair back into a messy pony tail, swinging the door open before hurrying out and leaving Derek all alone in the on-call room.

Now the couple lay in a similar position only a month later, panting their heads off after they'd just completely a second round of mind boggling sex. "I don't have time for a third." The woman quickly sat up, brushing her hair back behind her ear. Surprisingly, it had been quite easy to get away with their sneaky little game; no one would ever expect the quiet neuro guy and loud mouthed bitch of a general surgeon to ever have a thing going on.

"Yeah, okay." Derek sighed, laying against his side as he watched Meredith dress back into her scrubs. He'd still never talked back to Dr. Grey, nor did he disobey her rules again. He'd learned the hard way the first time and enjoyed not being slapped in the face every time he didn't do as told. Normally people used spanking as a foreplay technique however when Meredith Grey used it, she was just being a real bitch and nothing more.

Derek finally managed to yank himself off of the small bed, trotting over to his neatly stacked pile of clothing set by the door. "Are you free tonight?" Meredith quipped, pulling Derek's attention away from his scrub pants.

"I suppose." He answered softly, gazing into her green eyes. He was expecting her to suggest dinner or to have an actual conversation, however he was relieved when neither of those suggestions crept out her mouth as he was still mortified of her in every way possible.

"We could have a quickie, I have to head home tonight unfortunately, not that it's any of your business." She watched while he finished clothing himself.

"Okay." He agreed, giving her a small smile.

She crinkled her nose, giving him a disgusted look as he smiled. "Don't smile at me." She barked, shoving past him to make her way out of the small room. Derek sighed, waiting precisely six minutes before leaving the room himself, as he was told by Dr. Grey to do so.