The twenty minute drive to the house was made in glorious silence. Thank God she's not rambling and ranting as she usually does when she's drunk. Maybe she's already plotting out McDreamy's murder. Maybe we can collaborate and get them both. We could even bury them together … Alex, still amused with the thought of a double plot for the Shepherds (well, former She-Shepherd), was surprised to feel Meredith's head fall onto his shoulder. Great, just great. Now I'll have to carry her up. She better not puke!
After paying the cab fare, he slid out of the backseat and prepared himself for the involuntary task of babysitting his drunken co-worker. I totally forgot that this was Bambi's role. Should have considered that before I agreed to take his place in Meredith's youth hostel. He was a little surprised by Meredith's weight, expecting her to be a lot heavier since she was drunk after all. After battling with the locks, he hoisted his burden a little higher onto his chest, kicking the door shut and headed for the stairs. She murmured something in her sleep and settled more comfortably in the crook of his neck, making it harder for him to climb the stairs, what with her warm breath and soft lips brushing against his skin.
She mumbled something unintelligible, but she felt as if she was floating, and the rocking motion was somewhat comforting, so she snuggled more closely to the warm body. As the feeling of floating ceased, except for the sensation of arms moving at the back of her knees, she opened her left eye to see Alex trying unsuccessfully to open the door to her bedroom. She unclasped her hands from around his neck to help him with the doorknob, which earned a sarcastic thanks from him. Still hesitant to leave the surprising comfort of his arms, she wrapped her arms around him once more, hoping for a few more minutes of physical contact with another person, anything to escape the reality that she was once again alone.
Breathing a sigh of relief that his quarry was conscious enough to help with the knob, he prepared himself to lower her to the ground, only to feel exasperated once more when he felt her arms go around his neck again. Seriously? I'm gonna kill her tomorrow morning for killing my buzz.
"Okay, ride's over, Grey. I've done my babysitting bit, and I intend to be gone by the time you start puking."
She let out another sigh, this time in disappointment, as he felt him gesturing impatiently that she should get off. Just a few more minutes, please. I need you to hold me for a few more minutes. I'll let go, I promise, just give me a few more minutes to be held by you. As she slowly slipped from her alcoholic daze, she realized that the feeling of comfort and safety didn't match the male scent she remembered so well. Different scent, different body, but she liked the physical connection all the same. She craved the intimacy of a lover's affection and adoration. At this point, it didn't matter whose body it was, as long as she could lose herself in the sensation of satisfaction. The person providing that satisfaction was no longer of consequence; it was even better, in fact, cheap, meaningless mutual release.
Sliding down his body, at the exact moment her toes touched the floor, she sought his lips, bringing her body closer to his. Never breaking contact, she ran her hands through his hair, trying her hardest to shove the inconsistencies she's noted out of her head. Derek's hair is longer, curlier. His skin tastes and smells different. His kisses are sweeter and more passionate. I don't care because I need this. I want this.
He saw her open her eyes in surprise as she felt his hands gripping her shoulders to push her away from him, and she whimpered at the break of contact. Pleading blue eyes met his, conveying her desire and desperation. They were then replaced by a look of total dejection and sadness, allowing him to see her pain and loneliness. He thought back to their conversation about her mother's condition, and the one they had during thanksgiving as they both sat on that hospital floor. He knew. He witnessed for himself all that she's been through, and he felt inclined to provide the comfort and assurance she sought.
After a few seconds debating with himself, he bent his head towards her, touching his lips to hers.