Adrien sat there and looked at Meredith. To say she was snoring loudly was an understatement. Loud, no. Ear-shattering, yes. He had slept last night. Only because the moment he hit the bed, he had passed out. They were both in their same clothes. That wasn't his normal. He wasn't the guy that drank until he blacked out. He didn't get tanked. He sipped one or two martinis and that was it. Last night was different. Last night he followed Meredith's suit. Admittedly, Meredith, even for her size, could handle liquor better than he could. He didn't remember everything from last night. But he did remember one thing. Last night he needed to drink. Their was a strangeness in the air. A strangeness that made him want to drink. Made him want to forget.
Adrien stared at her peaceful face. She was completely relaxed, even with the earth shattering noise that she was creating. She had to get up. He knew she had to get up. But he was afraid. She was too peaceful. And if she felt a quarter of the way that he did right now, it was going to be a hell of a day.
"Mer..." He said as he shook her softly.
"Mmmm." She moaned as she rolled away from him.
"Meredith... It's time to get up." He said as he kissed her neck softly.
"I don't want to." She moaned as she lifted her head and covered it with the pillow. "Go away..."
"Come on..." He said as he rubbed her arm.
"No!" She shouted as she hit him.
"Okay then." Adrien said as he stumbled out of her room and towards the bathroom.
"Morning." Mark said as he glanced up into the hallway.
"Morning." Adrien grumbled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Mark shrugged as he walked into the kitchen and started the coffee.
"You look like you had a rough night." Mark said as he poured coffee into his cup.
"You have no idea." Adrien said as he grabbed his cup and Meredith's. "She won't get up." Adrien said at he nodded towards their bedroom.
"Sure she will." Mark said with a chuckle.
"I've been trying for a half an hour." Adrien said frankly.
"I'll get her up." He said as he walked to the bedroom. He shook his head when she saw her, snoring, with the pillow over her head. "Mer..." He said as he shook her gently.
"Go away!" She spat as she swung at him blindly.
"Meredith!" He said as ripped the pillow off of her. "Get your ass up now! Whoa!" He said as he looked at her disheveled appearance.
"Errr. I hate you." She said as she covered her face with her hands.
"You're going to be late." He said as he looked at the clock.
"Fine. I'm up." She grumbled as she sat up. "Shit." She muttered as she stood up as watched the room spin. She stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She looked like she had packed for a month under eyes. Her skin was pale. Her body ached. This was going to be a bad day. She walked out to the kitchen, the earth feeling uneasy.
"Morning, honey." Adrien said as he looked up at her.
"Mmmm." She moaned as she walked in and sat down, sipping the coffee Adrien had gotten her. "Perfect." She muttered as she sipped. She shifted in her chair. Her ass hurt. It hurt bad.
"Vodka." Mark said with a chuckle. "You only look that way after a night of vodka."
"How did you know that?" Adrien asked in shock.
"I know Meredith." Mark said with a nod.
"Did I-- Did I drink vodka?" She asked as she looked over.
"You did. But I have to be honest, I remember much of last night myself." He said with a shrug.
"Shit." She muttered as she looked at her coffee. Vodka. It worked. She didn't remember a damn thing.
"So why the vodka?" Mark asked.
"I wanted something sweet. Apple martini." She muttered loudly.
"Hmm..." Mark said, knowing there was much more to this situation. "Why did you go to Joe's?"
"We met Kristy and Derek." Adrien explained.
And there it was. It was Derek. Meredith had a weakness when it came to vodka. Only vodka. For some reason, her system couldn't handle it. And she knew it. She knew that when she drank too much of it, the results were not good. Generally she passed out and forgot. She was with Derek. True pain. The strongest form. To see the love of her life with another woman. It was deliberate. She was drinking to forget.
"I have to take a shower." Meredith said quickly as she stood and walked to the bathroom.
As soon as she reached the toilet, she began retching. Not from the alcohol. From the thought of Derek and Kristy. Vomit. That was what she thought of that. She moaned as she wiped her face and walked over, peeling her clothes off. Her eye got wide as she looked in the mirror. It was a telltale sign. His mark. She had a nice purple mark on her collarbone. He always did that. He. As in him. As in Derek. Shit.
She peeled off her jeans from the night before, and her panties. Oh no. She looked at the thong. Ripped. She ripped it. This was getting worse by the minute. A hickey, not good. It meant they kissed. Ripped panties, an entirely different story. She turned slightly, mouth agape. Two large hand prints on her ass. Someone had squeezed, and they squeezed hard. And she knew just who that someone was.
This was bad. Beyond bad. She and Derek had sex. Last night. With Kristy and Adrien right there. They had sex. She cheated. Again. The second time. She was now officially and adulterer. A dirty mistress. A whore. A feeling of guilt and nausea overcame her. She was a whore. She had sex. With him. She had sex with him. And the worst part... She couldn't remember it.
"Are you ready to go?" Adrien asked as she walked out to the living room.
"As I'll ever be." She muttered as she grabbed her bag.
She had sex. And now she had to face him. And her. She wad to face them both. She climbed in Adrien's car. On her way to doom. And she had no idea just how bad it would be.
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It was early. The interns hadn't gotten there yet. Not that Meredith was aware of the last night's recent events. She wasn't aware that she had made a complete fool of herself. She discreetly changed into her scrubs as she always did. But this time, she wasn't only hiding her scars, but her recent sex battle wounds. She walked out onto the floor. How would she face him?
Whistling. Yep. Whistling. Loud whistling. Shouting. Cheering. All coming from that of her interns and a few of the nurses. She quickly looked back, seeing who was behind her. No one. It was her. She was the reason they were whistling. It was her. She stood there in shock. Now she was wondering just what is was that she had done.
"I'm surprised that you're here today, Dr. Grey." Kent Mather said as he walked up to her.
"Aren't you early?" Meredith asked with a frown.
"A little. But I was excited about today." Kent said with a grin.
"What is today?" Meredith asked as she looked up at him.
"The aftermath..." Kent said with an evil grin. "That was some dance you gave everyone last night." He looked at the confusion on her face. "And you don't remember. I'm not surprised."
"I would suggest you get your ass in the locker room and get your scrubs on." Meredith said with a scowl. Meredith looked off into the distance, seeing Derek coming her way.
"Shit!" She muttered as she turned on her heel and took off. She turned down the hall and opened the supply closet door, sneaking inside. She walked to the back and sighed. A sticky situation. She felt like a mouse on a glue trap. Stuck. Struggling for everyone to see. For everyone to mock. She heard the door open and leaned back behind the shelves. Derek walked to the back, his eyes locking on to hers.
"Shit..." She muttered as she looked at him and then to the floor. "We had sex... Didn't we?" She said sadly.
Derek looked at her, she was near tears. And that hurt. It really hurt. He knew Meredith. She was honest. She was kind. The real Meredith loved with all of her heart. Meredith had a conscience. She didn't set out to hurt people. It was tearing her up. The feelings she had for Derek. For her friend's husband, were killing her. And that killed him.
"No." He said as he looked into her eyes.
"No?" She asked as she looked up, some hope in her eyes.
"No." He said regrettably. She looked at him. He was lying. Damn-it, he was lying.
"You're lying." She said with a frown.
"No I'm not." He said with a straight face.
"You are." She said with a sigh. "Crap... Shit. Son-of-a-bitch."
"Thanks, that feels great." Derek said with a chuckle.
"Quit! Just quit. Tell me the truth..." She pleaded. "I- I need to know. Because if I go home... If he sees..." She muttered to herself as the tears began to fall.
"Sees what?" Derek asked as he looked at her.
"This!" She said as she pulled her shirt up. He looked at the purple mark on her collarbone. Then, of course, his eye travelled to her perfect breasts peaking out of her lacy bra. He felt himself start to react.
"Stop! Eyes here!" She shouted as she pointed. "You did this. You always did this. And my ass. My ass has hand prints. So if we-- I need to know." She said as she straightened her clothing.
"We..." Derek trailed off as he pulled his shirt to the side, revealing her bite impression on his shoulder.
"Oh my god..." She cried as she covered her face. "I am a whore. I'm a filthy whore."
"No, Mer... You were... And I..." He said as he pulled her close. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" She said as she looked up at him.
"I knew. Vodka. I knew, and I still did it." He said with a frown. "I knew. You didn't. I wasn't drunk. You were."
"What else? What did I do last night?" Meredith said with a frown.
"You may have dance Coyote Ugly style on the bar..." He winced as he looked into her shocked face.
"You're shitting me." She said as she turned pale.
"I wish I were." Derek told her with a chuckle. "And I may have grabbed you off the bar and carried you over my shoulder."
"Oh God... I can't go out there." She said as she looked at the door. "How can I expect my interns to respect me after that?"
"Well, I have to admit, the dance was pretty hot." He said with a shrug. She shook her head and looked down at her watch.
"Not what I want to hear. Hopefully they were drunk too..." She moaned. "I have to go out there. They'll all be able to tell. I'm-- I'm a dancing porn star who can't have an orgasm and sleeps with her friend's husband..." She said as she began to tear up again. She wiped her eyes and walked to the door.
"You are not a whore!" He said firmly. "Do you understand me?"
"Yeah... That doesn't make it truth, though..." She said as she continued on.
"Mer?" He asked.
"What?" She asked as she looked back.
"I'm yours. On paper, I'm hers. But in my heart. In my soul... I'm yours. And I- I don't regret it. I don't regret any of it..." He said as he walked towards he, placing his hand on her head and his lips against hers. She moaned as he slid his tongue inside. "I don't regret it..." He said as he stoked her cheek and walked out, leaving her more confused than ever.
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"Were you there?" Meredith quietly asked Dina, her intern. Lately she had been feeling a little closer to her. She was the weak kid. Not necessarily weak. More quiet. More reserved.
"Last night?" Dina asked as she glanced up at Meredith, while was working on her patient.
"Yeah." Meredith whispered.
"Yes, I was there." Dina said with a frown. "It wasn't as bad as they say. Kent is just taking advantage because you don't remember."
"Of course he is." Meredith muttered as she glanced up.
"You're a good dancer." Dina said with a smile.
"Well, not something I had planned on displaying on a bar." Meredith said softly.
"So... Dr. Shepherd." Dina said as she continued retracting.
"What about him?" Meredith asked with indifference.
"Nothing..." Dina quickly said, not looking up. "I just... Nothing."
"Have you picked your specialty yet?" Meredith asked.
"No. I have no idea. I should, right? I should know." She said with concern.
"Not always." Meredith reassured her.
"How did you know?" Dina asked as she looked up.
"It was a borrowed dream. And apparently it wasn't borrowed, because they person ended up doing something else." Meredith told her.
"Oh." Dina said with confusion. "Do you regret it?"
"Not at all." Meredith returned quickly. She glanced up in the gallery, seeing Derek's blue eyes staring down.
It was wrong. Something had to change. She had put herself in the middle of a mess. A complete and utter mess. But it was the addiction. It had always been the sweet addiction of Derek. They both felt it. It was a strong feeling they got when they looked into each other's eyes. They couldn't pull away. The attraction was fatal. Bound to hurt anyone who got in the way. Something definitely had to change. Will power was diminishing.
"Okay, I think we're finished here." Meredith said as she stepped back from the table and walked to the scrub room.
"That was a great surgery, Dr. Grey." Dina said as she washed her hands.
"I want you to keep on eye on her." Meredith said as she dried her hands and walked out.
"Hey." Derek said as he walked alongside her.
"Not now." She said as she continued on. She placed her hand on her neck. The stress was definitely not helping that.
"What?" Derek said as he continued on.
"I hurt, Derek. My body hurts. I'm tired. I'm ashamed. I'm humiliated. This had been a hell of a morning. The day isn't even over and I feel like I can't go on. So excuse me if I can't do it right now." She said as she grabbed a chart, making some notes.
"Meredith..." He said as he followed her down the hall. She quickly opened the on-call room door and shut it in his face. "Mer..."
"Derek..." She said as she laid on the bed. "I can't do this."
"What?" He asked quickly.
"Look at you and not touch you. Look at you and not feel guilty. Look at you and not want to rip your clothes off." She moaned as she rubbed her face. "I hurt too bad to have to deal with this."
"Roll over." Derek said quickly.
"What?" She said as she looked up at him.
"On your stomach..." He told her. "Come on... I'm not going to sodomize you." He chuckled. She rolled onto her stomach. She moaned as he placed his hands on her back.
"How does that feel?" He asked as he felt her relax.
"Oh god...Derek..." She moaned as he kneaded.
"Don't do that." He said frankly.
"What?" She chuckled softly.
"Oh...God...Derek. That. I can't... Not good." He told her with a chuckle.
"Oh god...baby...oh god." She moaned loudly. "Harder...harder..." She began to chuckle.
"I'm not kidding." He said quickly.
"Derek...come on..." She moaned. "Oh yeah..."
"Thanks." He muttered as he looked down.
"You are pathetic." She said as she rolled over and looked at him. "Thank you." He said as she rolled over. Derek looked into her eyes and smiled.
"Anytime." He muttered as his lips moved in. She moaned as she felt them connect, emitting millions of sparks. Derek moved closer, one hand on either side of her body as he leaned over her.
"Kristy..." She moaned as he felt his hard cock press against her, causing her to lose all thought.
"She's off today." He said as he nipped her flesh.
"Oh god..." She moaned.
"Oh... I need you..." He muttered as her hips raised, rubbing against his hard member, causing him to gasp.
"I...I..." She moaned as all rational thought flew out the window. Derek moved his hand down and pulled his scrub pant strings and the same to hers. She raised her hips as she slid them down. She felt his hand graze across her, sending her into a frenzy. His fingers plunging into her heated core.
"I want you." He said as he travelled down. "I want to taste you..." He said as his tongue plunged in. They heard the door click. They both looked up like deer in the headlights. Shit.
Yep...Playing with fire...