So I really shouldn't be updating right now. I have a physics lab which I'm going to be working on ALL day tomorrow, an essay to write, and a unit to study for my history test Monday. But I'm going to write an update to keep me sane because I hate that I can't do anything. And I had plans to go to San Francisco this weekend :(

Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, I'd be updating this five times a day. I don't do that, do I?

Derek wraps his arms around me and I turn to face him, a smile involuntarily creeping on my lips. "Mer…" he breathes as he slowly moves his head closer to mine. His lips graze mine and I move in closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue begs for entrance into my mouth so I slowly release my lips as his tongue delves in my mouth. I lean back and run my hands through his hair as he balances himself over me and gently caresses his hands along my arms. Almost as sudden as it began, he pulled away and lifted himself off of me. "Oh shit, I'm sorry I just… and… damn it, you're 17. We can't do this."

"Well, we just did so obviously we can," I laugh. "And I'm almost 18, it's no big deal."

"It is a big deal… your mom is my boss. And on top of that, I'm 26, 27 in 5 months, that's a huge age difference."

"Seriously? Age is just a number. And my mom isn't home enough to realize who I'm dating or what I'm dong."

"We just… can't," he says as he stands up. "I've um, I've got to go. I have work in the morning and… yeah. Uh, bye." He runs up the hill to his car and drives off.

"Well that's great," I mumble to myself.

I walk home and lock the door, sighing. Derek was perfect but I'd never have a chance with him. Today was him pitying me for Adam, that's all it was.

I go upstairs and shower, then change into boxers and a tank top to sleep in. As I lay in bed, the doorbell rings and I run downstairs up to the door. "Who is it?" I ask.

"It's me," my heart begins pounding and I open the door.

"Derek? What are you doing here? Oh, are you back for your sweater? It's up in my room, here I'll go get it for you," I ramble, and then turn to run up the stairs. He grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him. "No, I'm not here for my sweater," he drops whatever was in his hands and pulls my face closer to his, exploring my mouth and letting his hands roam freely over my body. I moan as I slowly lead him over to the couch and pull him on top of me, running my hands through his hair and pulling him even closer to me. He moves his lips lower, sucking on my neck and making me moan. I feel his bulge against my hip and pull his head back up to mine.

"I want you," I mumble.

He smiles at me but quickly pulls away. "We can't do this."

"So you pull me into you, start this whole thing on the couch, but you're backing away now? I don't understand you."

"It's not that I don't want to, I clearly do," he says as he motions down to his evident bulge, "but I just think we need to get to know each other more, make it special."

"I'm not a virgin, Derek."

"I didn't say you were… not that I knew you weren't, but that's not my point, my point is that I just don't think we should do this… yet, at least."

"Oh, okay."

"We should get to know each other, maybe talk a little first," he says as he sits down on the couch again.

"I feel like a whore."

"Don't," he stated simply. "Oh the ice cream," he laughed as he ran over to the doorway and grabbed a bag he dropped.

"You got ice cream?" I laugh.

"Yeah but I wasn't too sure what kind of ice cream you like so I got vanilla ice cream with caramel topping, chocolate topping, strawberry topping, fresh strawberries, and bananas."

I laugh as we make our way to the kitchen. "You got all of that? That's crazy!"

"I felt bad for leaving before."

"Ahh, you think ice cream will make it up?"

"I was hoping."

"You were right," we both laugh and I grab bowels out of the cupboard.

"So, what did I interrupt?"

"What?"

"What were you doing before I came?" He asks ass he scoops ice cream into both of our bowels.

"Oh I was getting ready for bed."

"Oh crap, it's 10:30. Don't you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah but I don't have anything going on. Well, I don't think I do… I kinda ditched part of today because I was avoiding Adam," I say nonchalantly as I pour chocolate sauce over my ice cream.

"Speaking of which, are you talking to anyone tomorrow," he asks softly as he puts sliced strawberries into both of our bowels.

"Yeah, I will. It's time. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Yeah, sure." We both make our way back to the living room and sit on the couch.

"Well, uh, what time do you start work tomorrow?"

"Five, I'm working all night tomorrow night."

"Would you mind… is it possible that you would go there with me?"

"Definitely," he smiles.

"Um, one other thing…"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind spending the night?"

"Your mom…"

"…is never home," I finished for him. "Please," I give him a quick kiss.

"Okay but if your mom comes home…"

"You can punish me," he laughs, "well, I might end up calling my mom and telling her there's a fire and she needs to be here if that were the case. I wouldn't mind a nice spanking."

He shifts uncomfortably and I realize what I'm saying, "oh," I breathe.

"I would never," he begins, "never ever do that."

I smile softly and he pulls me closer, the feeling of security presenting itself again.

"I know," I whisper.

I watch the ships go sailing by
I play the girl will you play the guy.
And I never thought I'd be the type
to fall, to fall, to fall, to fall to fall.

To fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you can catch me.
You can catch me, you can catch me, you can catch.

So that's it for a few days now. I know it's short but I need to get back to studying. Enjoy!

R&R!