Three's a Fantasy
Bailey
"Dr. Grey! Are those lab reports delivered yet? No!? Do you want to be on scut for the next week? Get going," Dr. Bailey glared ferociously at the petite intern until she'd scampered down the hall as fast as she could.
Meredith had jerked herself out of her Mark's embrace as soon as the first syllable left Bailey's mouth. She hadn't dared look at either of her lovers, knowing that that would infuriate Bailey further. She snatched the reports out of Derek's hands, ignoring his teasing air kiss, and literally ran. Both guys grinned in shared amusement. Meredith had the cutest little chubby cheeked ass in the world.
Suddenly Dr. Bailey was all up in both their faces, "What kind of game do you two fools think you're playing with my intern!?"
Both men, her superiors, looked astounded for a moment. It was like a chunky toy Bulldog taking on a Shepherd and a Great Dane. The larger dogs looked at each other, wary of the Bulldog's temperament and tenacity. She also had no hesitation to bite. They took cautious steps back, but she followed.
"Huh!? I asked you a question!" Bailey snapped.
"Dr. Bailey...," Derek started soothingly, oozing charm.
"Oh no, that doesn't work with me, Mr. New York sweet talker. That girl has been hurt, desperately hurt, in her life. She is trying now to make something of herself. She dated an attending, you!, Dr. Shepherd, and it hurt her career. Her career is my business. It is my job to turn her into an excellent doctor and surgeon. I thought it was hard, but at least it was all over for her when your wife showed up," she glared meaningfully at him, not having forgiven him yet for leading on her intern under false pretenses.
Derek had the grace to appear shame faced. Mark grinned gleefully at the sight of the great head of Neuro being brought low by a resident. Derek narrowed his eyes at him, since Mark was intimately involved in that whole mess.
"Then three months later, you show up, Dr. Sloan. Mr. "I'm too sexy for my shirt!"," Sloan cringed and it was Shepherd's turn to smirk, "and I find myself with another problem. Grey is soon dating another attending," she shook her head ruefully, "What is with that girl and attendings!? No! Don't answer that!" as both men opened their mouths obligingly, "More damage to Grey's career as more rules are broken and more gossip is spread."
Mark thought back to that first time he'd seen Meredith. She was sitting in a pretzel position chewing on the end of her pencil as she considered a chart. He'd looked over her shoulder and made a snarky comment. Mer had looked up at him and he'd nearly drowned in her glorious green eyes. Then her serious, sad little face had broken into a beautiful sparkling white smile and she'd crinkled her nose in the cutest look he'd ever seen. Fun danced over her face as she'd snarked back.
Mark could've sworn his dick hardened to a steel rod in one second flat. She was slim, really too slim, but her breasts and butt were plump and full. She was pretty, but not too pretty. She smelled like gardenias and honeysuckle, mm. Her hair was a wild, dark honey, golden mass and he liked that too. She wasn't as polished as a lot of the women he'd been with lately, but all that did was point up that she was real and they were mannequins.
Mark pictured himself holding the plush globes of her ass in his extra large hands and kneading them luxuriously while he impaled her petal soft pussy on his rigid cock. He knew in that instant how good it would feel to lift her up and down his rigid cock until they both burst with pleasure. He'd given her a devilish, glinting smile and watched intense sexual interest spark involuntarily in her eyes. Then her eyes had dropped to his tenting package and she'd grinned at him in open astonished admiration and delight. He'd grinned back. She'd looked at the bulging cock shaping his front placard again and licked her lips. They were instantly bonded.
It came as no surprise to him that Meredith was Derek's dirty ex-mistress. Of course she was. What was a surprise was that Derek could ever let her go. Derek had had no interest in Addison, his previous wife, for years. Whatever had made him think they could rekindle a relationship that had been mouldering unburied in a coffin for years was beyond Mark. He thought they should have just buried it and gotten on with it already, long before Seattle.
Dr. Bailey stepped even closer to Shepherd bringing herself back into sharp focus for Mark.
She glared, "Then at Christmas you dump the wife, she promptly leaves Seattle, yet you two stay. What is up with that? Why hasn't Grey chosen one of you two fools over the other? Why aren't I rid of another 'too big for his britches' New York hot shot surgeon!? Why do I find my intern all over this hospital with both of you!? Exactly what is going on here and how is it going to affect my intern's education in this hospital?" Bailey's diatribe dwindled and she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for an explanation, glaring at them equally.
Derek and Mark exchanged glances. Neither knew how much to tell Bailey. Neither could really believe yet that this arrangement with Meredith was working out – for all of them. All three were getting all their sexual and emotional needs met for the first time in their lives.
Meredith had two brilliant men, surgeons, who adored her and played with her and fucked her frequently. She got buckets of attention all the time, a first for her. Mark helped her understand Derek, and Derek helped her understand Mark. Their intense masculinity allowed her to be intensely feminine. Both her lovers were old enough to discipline her and masterful enough to dominate her. It made her feel safe. She was happy.
Derek was the sun and moon for his woman, and he needed that. He could also take timeout pauses at the lake whenever he needed solitude, without worrying about Meredith; Mark took care of her until Derek resurfaced. Derek had his best friend back too. Meredith had even given him that. Both Mark and Meredith supported everything he wanted to be and do without criticism. Derek had forgotten what it was like to be with someone who didn't harp, criticize, and nag constantly. They could both easily tease him out of the sullens he'd been prone to his whole life. Between them, he was never allowed to sink into brooding darkness. Neither were afraid of his dominant nature and both actually enjoyed it.
Mark loved them and was loved in return. That was a major first. No one had ever loved or accepted Mark, except Derek. Then he'd lost him. Now he had both Meredith and Derek. Meredith knew that Mark still occasionally sought outside pussy. In fact he'd tease her by telling her all the details of his side fuck while he banged her own hot creamy pussy 'til she screamed. It usually turned her on more, adding another dimension to their pleasure. He liked it when she then deliberately outdid the other woman in loving him. Meredith knew flirting and fucking were his favorite stress reducers so she never judged him. The only thing she insisted on was condom usage with other women at all times. Both Derek and Meredith helped Mark rein in his excesses. And Mark always came back to Meredith, just like Derek had.
Mark nodded to Derek now, giving him the floor.
"Dr. Bailey, don't worry about Meredith anymore. She's going to make a great surgeon. She's happy, haven't you noticed? She works extremely hard for her patients and this hospital, putting in tons of overtime. It doesn't hurt if she occasionally takes a half hour break," Derek said mildly, "I swear to you that she's fine. We aren't hurting her."
Derek willed Dr. Bailey to believe him. She had the power to make Meredith's life miserable again and neither Derek nor Mark would stand for it. They'd probably embarrass the hell out of Mer by getting her reassigned to a different resident if Bailey continued to cut up stiff. Bailey's eyes narrowed on Shepherd as she evaluated his words and expression. Then she examined Sloan. She nodded.
"Your personal shenanigans are your business. I still don't like my intern dating an attending, let alone two attendings, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it. I haven't noticed her getting special treatment for surgeries from either of you. Keep it that way. And if you break that girl, you'll have to answer to me. She's got no one else who'll kick ass for her – and believe me I will kick ass," the guys knew a solemn promise when they heard one. They exchanged rueful, amused glances this time, sure that they didn't want an ass woopin' from Bailey. They'd lose. Bailey marched away and Meredith's boys relaxed enough to laugh. They'd just been taken to task by a miniature Nazi surrogate parent and survived.