I lied in bed for a while that night just thinking; wondering; contemplating. Okay so the synonyms weren't exactly masking my thoughts. I was alone in the bed, Derek was showering and it took every inch of willpower not to join him. But then a collision of thoughts brought me to my feet and straight into the bathroom where I stripped my clothes off and opened the shower.
Derek gave a yelp of shock when he felt my hands graze the skin of his back.
"You scared me!" he gasped.
I smiled wickedly and ran my hand down his abdomen, my eyes following the path of my fingertips; his excitement delivered in the reaction of his body. I pulled my hand away for a minute and allowed him to explore my body in return. His hands travelled up my arms and then back down the length of my stomach, tracing little circles on my hips. For a second I stopped his hand and looked into his eyes softly, getting lost in the midnight colouring; allowing myself to read him. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing apart my closed lips and finding the warmth of my mouth as I allowed my tongue to tantalise his senses.
"We…" kiss "…can't…" kiss "do…this here…?"
"That's not a question," Derek answered through kisses. "You can…" kiss "…do the bendy thing…"
I rolled my eyes and pulled at his hands seductively as I moved to lie under the quilt on the bed. His eyes followed my every move and his instinct followed through to move onto the bed. As he sat on the bed his hands pulled the sheet away from me where I was then laying exposed and naked. His lips met my knees and travelled up from there, kissing the inner skin of my thighs, skimming up to my waistline where he proceeded to use his hands. They moved across the skin of my legs and hips; but they stopped when they met the place he intended. Just his lips teased mine; his fingers teased my body, lightly sliding over but not enough to stop and enter.
"Mmm…Derek…" I moaned. "That's not fair…"
Derek smiled cheekily as his hands created delights for my body that no one else could.
"Just do it now…I can't wait anymore…" I murmured as my hands gripped the sheets tightly.
He flipped himself on top of me where his eyes levelled to mine, allowing him to see everything I was feeling at that moment.
After the earthquake of emotion passed, we snuggled together, lightly feeling the aftershocks that still filled our bodies.
"That was…" I breathed.
"Wow…" Derek finished. "Amazing…incredible…unbelievable…"
"Stop with the syno…damn I can't even say it!" I cried. "Stop with the words that have the same meaning or whatever,"
Derek clasped his hands around my waist and pulled me on top of him.
"Again?" he asked with a famous McDreamy smile.
"I guess I could muster the energy," I chuckled kissing him.
And then it started again…back to the start…the beginning…okay, I was starting the syno…whatever.
But as timing would have it in this house, George proceeded to enter the room.
"Breakfast!" he called cheerily as he opened the door. "Ah!" he cried as he dropped the plate of toast all over the floor.
"Does anyone in this house knock?" I exclaimed pulling the sheet up around my chest.
"Oh god, I am so sorry Mer!" George said apologetically as he shielded his eyes. "I will just go and get Charlie out of bed okay...?"
I groaned and put my head on Derek's chest.
"We should get up," I sighed.
Momentarily I headed down for the kitchen and passed George in the stairwell; his cheeks turned a light shade of crimson.
"George…" I sighed. "This is why you knock…"
We both turned when we heard Izzie scream.
"Iz!" I cried as we both ran down the stairs.
We came to a screeching halt when we entered to be greeted by some black drawings all over the wall.
"Oh…" I started.
"My…" George continued.
"God…" Izzie breathed.
The culprit turned around.
"Charlie…" I whispered in shock. "What did you do?"
"I wanted to draw our family!" Charlie exclaimed strongly proud of her accomplishment; Izzie's jaw gaped in horror. "Like a picture we hang on the wall,"
George raced over to Izzie's side and rubbed her shoulders.
"Don't get mad Iz…calm down…it's just texta…" he coaxed.
Izzie couldn't muster a sound.
"I-I-think…I think I need to sit down…" Izzie put her hand to her forehead and looked down at the table, trying her best to look away from the wall.
I looked at Charlotte, not knowing how to make this serious for her.
"Charlie…as um, honourable as your intentions were, you know we are not supposed to draw on the wall…so I am going to ask you…what you were thinking." I cried.
"Y-you don't like it?" Charlie asked, her lower lip quivering.
"I love your drawings, just not on the wall, okay," I told her. "Now, I'll buy some paint and we will paint over it okay!"
I looked at Izzie.
"Okay?" I asked her again.
She nodded.
The hospital was overrun that morning; we had several residents out with the flu and it meant that we were taking on more than our own interns.
"George!" I called.
George whipped around.
"I need you to round on Naomi on your own," I told him as I started to feel a wave of nausea hit me. I suppressed it.
"You okay?" George put his hand on mine. "Coz that flu thing is going around,"
"I'm fine," I answered. "I've still got a bit of time; let's go round on Naomi…"
"But you just said…" George started.
I gave him a steely glare.
"Okay, let's go," George said following me into Naomi's room.
As we entered the room I saw a tray of untouched food sitting in front of her.
"Good morning," I said with a smile. I eyed the plate. "How are you feeling? Have you eaten?"
Naomi shook her head.
"I don't feel like eating," she answered.
I sighed heavily.
"I can't discharge you until you eat something," I told her.
Naomi looked at the plate and let tears roll down her cheeks.
"I am just…I don't…I just want someone to love me…" she started to cry.
George stood at the edge of the door and leaned against it.
I felt a wave of tears come over me as I rushed to the side of her bed.
"Oh honey, I know," I said hugging her. "Sometimes we go to great lengths just to be loved; just to seek approval,"
Naomi clung to me and continued to sob.
"Naomi, you are fifteen years old, one day you are going to realise that being yourself is so much better than trying to be someone else," I told her. "All you need to remember is that you are beautiful and you do not need anyone to be the great person you are,"
George smiled at us.
On our way to collect more interns for rounds I felt the tug of someone's hands on my coat; with all belief that it was Sloan, I whipped around and went to hit.
"Whoa, whoa!" Derek cried as he ducked out of the way.
I laughed.
"Sorry!" I said giggling.
Cristina walked past and cleared her throat.
"God, flu bugs are screwing my whole day, you know I thought my own interns were clueless and annoying, now I am tolerating another bunch of crappy, sloppy interns who make it their goal in life to cause me misery!" she groaned.
"Morons," I chimed in.
"Idiots," Cristina added.
"Standing right here," George told us.
"Bambi, go hide in your cave from the hunter and take your squirrel and bunny intern friends with you!" Cristina shot back.
I nudged her.
"Cristina…" Derek said.
"McDreamy, don't open your mouth!" Cristina retorted.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I cried.
Cristina shrugged.
"I'm tired and Bailey has put me on the morning labs," she whined. "I just need a surgery to get me out of this rut!"
I laughed as Derek pulled my hands, directing my eyes to his.
"Lunch?" he asked.
"Home?" I answered.
"Perfect," he said kissing my cheek and walking away.
"Oh you've become that couple," Cristina said rolling her eyes.
I looked at her confused.
"That couple?" I asked.
"The one couple who share food, finish each others' sentences, know what they're both thinking…" Cristina elaborated.
I laughed.
"That's just love," I smiled.
Cristina almost choked on her coffee.
"Love?" she repeated. "You don't care about love,"
"People change," I told her. "You know like Naomi tried to change to impress her mother, I changed when Charlie came along…you will change eventually,"
Cristina shook her head.
"I hate change," she answered.
I nodded.
"I do too," I put my arm around her and rested my head on her shoulder. I then couldn't suppress the nauseous feeling that came over me. "Oh god…" I ran to the bin and threw up.
"Crap, what is up with you…oh god you can't get sick! I don't want your interns!" Cristina said in a sickening tone.
"I'm not sick," I told her, but deep down I knew it was only a matter of time.