Calculus
"You're…"
"…the best I've ever had. Seriously.", Derek said.
I have to admit I was a bit taken aback by his honesty and forwardness. Fact is: we did it again. After a 15 minutes break of course. Cristina won the bet. Well, not really. She said we would do it twice in about 20 minutes, right? Fact?
We did it four times.
You'd think it's impossible, right?
It's not!
"Can I please have my panties back?", I tried again without any hope.
"Nope, I told you I'm gonna keep 'em.", he retorted.
"But they happen to be my favorites!", I explained
"I happen to like them too.", he replied grinning. That man is unbelievably…tempting.
"Oh! So you've always had a thing for women's panties with cherry patterns?", I asked.
"I love cherries. Especially with whip cream…". God, that smile.
"Get out!"
"What?", he asked, totally confused.
"Get out! We have to go back or they're going to suspect something!", I exclaimed.
"Why don't we let them?", his lips kissing down my neck again. Why is it so hard to resist him?
"Because…I don't need 4 pairs of eyes darting me down with their "Laser Eyes" for the rest of the flight…AND the next few months!"
"So you have 12 pupils staring you down with their "Laser Eyes". What's the matter?"
"Eight"
"Huh?"
"4 pairs of eyes 8 pupils! Math's not your favorite subject, huh?", I teased him.
"Wanna sit with me and chat a little bit?" Then he went out.
Calculus. The differential and infinitesimal calculus. The mathematical analysis of numbers. Numbers of money. Numbers of weights, values, pencils, cars, eggs… everything they made us use.
Oh the numbers… makes me remember the time I was in school…
We all sat in calculus. We loved this subject, the teacher was awesome, asking some crazy stuff he wasn't supposed to…
"Which is the most erotic number you know?", he asked this time. We all started to giggle and blush when a boy named Sam held up his hand.
"Sam?"
"21'539", he said.
"Why do you think this is an erotic number?", the teacher asked. We all turned silent, waiting for his answer.
"Easy! When TWO become ONE and don't be careful, they'll realise after FIVE weeks the latest, that they'll be THREE in NINE months!"
The teacher asked us all kind of stuff. He mostly used food for examples. Chocolate was his favourite. We would always calculate how many grams of chocolate would be left if each student would take 2 pieces. We also used carrots, bread, cheese, ham,… we loved Fridays. On Fridays he would always bring ice cream.
Oh, I think I should make an appearance.
So I made my way out, checking myself one last time in the mirror. No signs of post-orgasmic bliss. Perfect.
I went down the aisle walking toward Derek, who sat in the seat in front of Mark. Mark was grinning at me. Not the usual grin. The "I-know-you-did-him"-grin. Great. So I sat down next to Derek, like I did it all the time. It's not prohibited to sit next to a passenger, as long as the passenger doesn't mind.
"So, Dr. Shepherd. You're a neurosurgeon."
"Meredith, you know you can call me Derek."
"Just go with it!", I hissed.
"Yes, I'm a neurosurgeon. I'm going to do a consult at Seattle Grace Hospital. Just like Mark…"
And that's how it went on and on. He told me a bit about himself and I told him about me. Well, no major information's. Ok, I did tell him that my mom is Ellis Grey.
"Ellis Grey?! Wow, you don't act like a…"
"Typical hotel heiress? Sitting on my mommy's money? A second Paris and Nicky Hilton? No, I don't. I went to school. I studied Hotel Management. In fact I'm going to take over a hotel of my mom."
He grinned. I can tell from his look that he was surprised but not in a bad way. I don't know how but there was something that made me open up to him. But I didn't allow myself to fall for him. It wasn't possible! He may not have a ring on his finger but he may have a girlfriend. But I didn't think so. From the little I knew from him, I could tell he's not that kind of guy. To bad it's strictly physical.
"6.17 P.M.! We'll be landing soon.", I said.
"Yeah, 42 minutes left.", he replied. And something in his voice made me smile because I could swear there was disappointment in his tone.
"God, calculus really isn't your specialty! We're going to land in 53 minutes! How come you are a brain surgeon?!"
"Hey! I'm good at calculus!"
"Oh really?! Give me an example!", I challenged him.
"Ok! Unhappy – Un Happy!"
"Oh please! That's nothing!"
"What about: To Be Crazy soliloquies – (Cell phone + headset)"
"That makes no sense!"
"Give me a better one! If you think you're miss Calculus Star!", he grinned. I could tell he liked it. That's when I clicked. I leaned to his ear, whispering…
"How about we practise a little calculus in the toilet? You could add me, subtract our clothes, divide our legs and multiply us…"
And then I stood up slowly, looking into his now darkened eyes and walked to the toilets. And that reminded me…
We never calculated with orgasms.