Note: This is my first Grey's Anatomy oneshot and my first story on this website…so please let me know what you think! Thanks! (Sorry it's kind of short).
This is set somewhere around Season 1, when Meredith and Derek are trying to figure out what sort of relationship they have.
The Break-Up
"There, was that so wrong?" Derek asked slyly.
"Very," Meredith replied abruptly, picking up her clothes with as much dignity as she could muster. She stifled a giggle as she plucked her panties off of the top of the dresser. She couldn't remember how they got up there, but she had plenty of ideas.
"Damn!" she cursed as she stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed. Beds were always getting in her way. Whether she was falling over them or into them, they caused problems. Big problems.
Derek rolled over onto Meredith's side of the bed, where she was attempting to put on her jeans. Before she could zip them, Derek looped his thumbs into the belt loops and tugged gently.
"No! Bad. I'm going to be late!" Meredith tried in vain to get up. When she did, however, Derek's thumbs were still in the belt loops and her jeans proceeded to fall to her ankles. Derek quickly removed his thumbs from the loops and instead placed his hands on Meredith's hips. He pulled her closer to him as she squirmed and squeaked little protests.
"I just put those on! Now I have to do it again. I thought we were breaking up, anyway. You're going to make me late. Don't you have something to do this morning?"
"I have someone to do this morning," Derek replied.
Meredith continued her protests as Derek pulled her onto the bed. Damn beds again. Always creating trouble.
Derek pulled Meredith down on top of him, allowing his eyes to roam over her body as it squirmed and twisted in feigned objection. He pressed his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue. Meredith responded eagerly, entwining her tongue with his. She let out a low moan as Derek's hands roamed up and down her body.
"I thought we were breaking up," Derek whispered in her ear.
"We are," Meredith replied hoarsely. "This is the break-up sex."
Derek smiled. "We should break up every week."