Disclaimer: Yesterday, I bought a Micheal Koors jacket for 60 dollars because it was missing a button that I needed to sew on myself. I gladly did so but if I owned the show, I think I would have had the money to buy it in perfect condition.

Look at this? It's me. Updating exactly when I said I would. I'm well aware that this might be some sort of miracle or something but it is here. And like I did last night I'm actually posting two in a row so yes, here you go.

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"Derek, Sophie being on a date isn't the end of the world."

"Hmmm..."

"She's...she's nearly as old as me and I'm dating you so I really don't...I get the big brother thing, I do, but Sophie is...she can handle herself and it's just a date. Didn't you say they were going to a very crowded coffee place?"

"And then for a walk."

"We walk all the time."

"Hmmm..."

Derek couldn't miss the way his girlfriend's eyes were flashing, he figued she was about to explode any second and he couldn't blame her. Since she had gotten there he had been obsessing over this and they had now had the same conversation at least ten times. It wasn't fair to Meredith, it wasn't fair to the night they were supposed to be having and he knew he should stop pouting.

And he would. As soon as Sophie got home.

"Derek..." Meredith groaned.

"What?"

"Stop staring at the door and window. If you...I am not afraid to take you down, Derek Shepherd. I'm not. So stop staring and come over here and act normal or something."

"It's just..." he sighed.

"Sophie is on a date, I know," she rolled her eyes.

"She's on a date with an older guy."

"With Brian," Meredith sighed. "Who she has told me all about and he sounds like a great guy."

"Older."

"He's closer to her age than you are to mine."

"So?"

"So...how is it okay for me to date you and not for Sophie to date Brian?"

"She's my little sister."

"So you have double standards."

"When it comes to my sisters...yeah."

"You are such an idiot," she rolled her eyes, moving slowly across the kitchen to flip on the radio that his always kept in the kitchen, something about liking to cook with some music in the background.

"What are you doing?"

"Relaxing, enjoying my evening, dancing it out," she shrugged, shaking her hips slightly as a pop song he didn't quite know filled the room. "If you're just going to stand there and stare out the window all night, fine but I'm going to have some fun."

"Mer, I'm just doing the worried big brother thing," Derek sighed, tearing his eyes away from his adorable girlfriend to look out the window.

"Stick in the mud."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm not a stick in the mud."

"You are," she giggled, shaking her head fast enough that her long dark blonde waves whipped gently around. "You have no idea how to have fun."

"I can have fun."

"Staring out the window is fun?"

"It's...no but...Sophie is...she's..."

"Out on a date, I know," Meredith sighed, turning around in a circle that looked like it was lead by the movement of her hips. "We all know but staring out the window isn't going to make her come home faster."

"I know that."

"So why are you staring out the window?"

"Because."

"This is why I'm dancing," she giggled, turning up the music a bit as the song switched to another one he didn't know too well but it had a faster beat. Derek tore his eyes away from the careful, possibly slightly illogical watch to look at his girlfriend and he couldn't actually stop the smile that stretched across his face as he watched her shaking her hips and bouncing up and down to the music, her head and hair flying. For all of Meredith's sex appeal, for all of her maturity beyond her years, when she danced she looked like a young girl, just trying to have some fun.

He loved watching her dance, she loved dancing and he always got the distinct impression that her dancing was a picture of the girl she would have been in her life had been different.

"Come dance, Der," she giggled, holding out a hand to him.

"I don't dance."

"You don't dance in public," she shrugged. "This is your kitchen, and we're the only people in this house."

"Mer..." he laughed.

"Come on," she smiled. "Come dance."

"Fine," he rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing her hand as she yanked him toward her.

There was a very simple reason Derek danced in public, one he hadn't actually told Meredith yet; he couldn't dance. He was horrible at dancing.

But right not it didn't matter as he tired to match his girlfriend's rhythm, jumping up and down to the music, shaking his ass even if it felt awkward. He spun around in a circle, throwing his arms in the air and completely aware that he probably looked like an idiot but this was fun. Meredith giggled loudly as he faced her again, making a face at her as she moved his body in a way that had to be considered dancing by some cultures. But this was fun and he moved toward her again, shaking his hips and jumping slightly, rocking his head and he was pretty sure that this was going to destroy his curls but he just moved to the music, or at least to the music in his head.

"You can not dance," Meredith giggled as he moved around her, shimmying his hips to the beat although he was probably completely off.

"Tried to warn you," he shrugged, bumping her hip.

"No...you...you really can't dance," she laughed, her eyes shinning and dancing with joy.

"I know," he smiled as the song swtiched again, to something mid-tempo that sounded like one of the boy bands Sophie and Emily listened to religiously.

"You may be the whitest boy alive."

"Shut up," he sighed, pulling her into his arms and swaying slowly to the music.

"Oh you can slow dance," she breathed.

"I do have some skills."

"After that I wasn't sure," she giggled.

"You are never telling anyone about that."

"I'm not?"

"You're not."

"Stick in the mud."

"No, not that again," he rolled his eyes. "I danced, I made a foold of myself for you, no calling me a stick in the mud."

"Fine," she sighed dramatically, cuddling up to his chest as they moved with the music, turning around in a slow circle in the middle of the kitchen floor. Meredith pulled back slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him. "Better than staring out the window?"

"More fun," Derek smiled.

"I thought so," she grinned.

"Still worrying."

"Don't," Meredith murmured. "Soph can take care of herself and she seems to really like him so I think...I'm pretty sure he's a good guy."

"If he isn't..."

"You can kick his ass," she giggled.

"Good," he nodded, kissing her softly.

"Now stop worrying and get back to dancing," she smiled, cuddling closet to him, her head finding the spot right underneath his neck where it seemed to fit so well.

"Dancing," he nodded, just as the music changed to a quicker song and he pulled away, grabbing her hand, wrapping an arm around her waist, breaking into his own version of an Irish jig.

Meredith's giggle flowed over the loud music as they moved around the kitchen, bouncing quickly to the beat of the song. Derek couldn't remember the last time he had danced or the last time he had bounced around like this and he didn't think he had ever done it in the kitchen before but this was more than he could have imagined. His eyes met Meredith's as he twirled her around quickly before pulling her to him again. He couldn't imagine a better way to spend the evening than being a little crazy with Meredith.

Until at least Sophie got home from her date.

Dance, dance with more one more time,

One more time

Dance, dance with me one more time

Before the band is done

Before your Daddy comes

Dance, dance with me one more time

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