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'Hey.' She smiled, as she opened her door.

'Hey. You look lovely.'

'Thanks.' She giggled, shutting her door behind him and taking his hand. It was their second date and even though he'd seen her every day since their last one, they'd had the last of their finals that week so while they studied together most of the day, they had to make a conscious effort not to get carried away with themselves. But they'd had their last final of the year that afternoon- biology. So he was taking her out for some drinks to celebrate.

'You're welcome.' He breathed as she grabbed his hand. She had a black cord skirt on with silver buttons down the front and a khaki halter neck top on, a black leather jacket on her shoulders and black heels on.

'Do I look over twenty one?'

'I think so.' He laughed. 'But hopefully if I go to the bar they'll only ID me.'

'Good.' She smiled, tipping her head up to kiss him.

'Hmmm.'

'You smell good.'

'Thanks. So do you.'

'Thanks.' She giggled.

'You really do look good.' He said, his eyes travelling down her body.

'Thanks.' She whispered, biting her lip nervously.

'Why are you blushing?' he laughed as they reached outside.

'I am not.'

'Yes you are.' He grinned, kissing her cheek.

'Shut up.'

'No, you look cute.'

'I do?'

'You definitely do.'

'Oh.' She smiled.

'Are you happy finals are all over?'

'Very.' She sighed, leaning into him as they walked.

'Me too.'

'I'm glad the last one was bio, though.'

'Yeah me too.'

'How lucky was that aneurism question?' she grinned.

'The one on Marriott?'

'Yeah.'

'I know.' He breathed. 'That's what we went through in the library.' He squeezed her hand.

'We go through a lot of stuff in the library, Derek.' She laughed.

'No,' he rolled his eyes, bumping her hip. 'I mean in the first week.'

'Oh.'

'I know.'

'Wow.' She smiled.

'I know.'

'That is weird.'

'Very weird.'

'Out of all the neuro biology questions it was on the thing we met over.'

'I know.' He smiled. 'Fate.'

'It is not fate.' She laughed. 'It was just coincidence.'

'Whatever. You have no romance in you.'

'Shut up.'

'Did you sort out your mom and going home for summer?'

'Oh, yeah. I called her last night and told her I'd be coming home in two weeks.'

'That's good.'

'So, she's booked my a flight for two weeks on Sunday and is sending the driver to come pick me and all my stuff up.'

'Does she expect you to fit all your stuff in a case?'

'Oh, no. A few. The flight is like a first class thing plane, it's this thing she uses a lot… I can take a lot on the plane with me.'

'She has a lot of money doesn't she.'

'Yeah.' She breathed. 'She doesn't have a life… so she doesn't spend it on anything else. We have a nice house and she has a nice car and obviously I go to school here… but, she doesn't do anything. She doesn't spend her money on anything so she can afford for me to travel on a semi-private flight or whatever.'

'That's sad.'

'I know.' She sighed.

'Has she not had a partner since your dad?'

'Not that I know about.' She shook her head. 'To be honest though, I don't think she'd ever make time for anyone like that.' She laughed slightly.

'She must be lonely.' He murmured.

'Yeah.'

They walked until they reached the cab rank just off campus.

'You…. You're not your mom.' He said gently, sensing her sadness. 'You wont be lonely.'

She smiled up at him before wrapping her arms around his midsection and squeezing his sides.

'I love you.' She breathed.

'I love you too.' He grinned down at her, leaning to kiss her. 'Now, let's go.' He said, taking her hand and waving a cab.

'We're not on the bus today?' she smiled.

'No, we've finished finals, you deserve a treat.' He said as he opened the door for her.

She sat practically on his lap in the cab, his arm tightly around her waist as her hand rested on his knee. He loved holding her so close, so close all the time. When they were friends she would sometimes lean on him or she would fall asleep in his bed, but this was so much different. He could touch her in ways he'd only dreamed of before- and she touched him back. They were touching all the time and he loved it. He loved touching her and he loved her touch. They had been studying all week for their last two finals, and it had meant they had had to make a serious effort to focus. Their… relationship was new and they couldn't stop touching and kissing but they had to make sure it didn't interfere too much with their work. They had to ace the last two finals so that they could enjoy their uninterrupted week and then their week in New York. He couldn't wait to spend two full weeks with her with no college work, nothing but spending time with Meredith sounded perfect.

They had a whole week to just spend time together and go on dates and watch movies and make out and hold hands and laugh and joke and he couldn't wait. He couldn't wait to spend so much time with her now that they were…. Dating. They were officially only dating and he didn't want to freak her out by labelling it but he was pretty sure Meredith Grey was his girlfriend and there wasn't anything in the world which sounded more perfect than that.

They pulled up outside the bar and he handed a bill to the cab driver before leading her inside.

'This is fancy.' She whispered.

'Not that fancy.' He smiled. 'Not too fancy, right?'

'No, not too fancy.' She shook her head. 'Just…. Premed students fancy.'

'I told you, you deserve a treat.' He grinned, kissing her.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.' He breathed. 'Shall we find somewhere to sit and then I'll go order?'

'Sure.' She said, squeezing his hand and following him through the dimly lit bar which was fancier than anything she'd ever been in before. Everyone looked older and sophisticated and she couldn't believe she was here with Derek. They sat at a small circular booth in the corner and she sat as close to him as possible as he picked a menu up off the table.

'Do you know what you fancy?' he asked.

'Hmmmm.' She breathed. 'I'm thinking a Tequila Sunrise.'

'How did I guess?' he winked.

'Hey,' she hit his chest playfully. 'Are you calling me predictable?'

'Of course not.' He flashed her a smile.

'If I didn't love you I would hate you right now.'

'Well that's good to know.' He laughed, kissing her cheek before standing up and taking the menu with him.

He came back and immediately sat back next to her, his arm immediately snaking around his waist.

'Hmmmm, I missed you.' She breathed, kissing him.

'Mmmm.' He moaned, deepening the kiss. 'I was gone less than ten minutes.'

'I still missed you.' She whispered, nipping at his lips.

'You look…. Really good tonight.'

'Thanks.' She blushed, her hand creeping to his thigh.

'You look…. Really sexy…' he whispered, kissing below her ear.

'I was hoping…'

'Hoping?' he repeated, moving back to kiss her lips.

'Sexy…'

'Oh.' He breathed as her hand itched further up his leg. 'I… you're always sexy.'

'I am?' she whispered.

'Yes.'

'You've never….' She trailed off, her other hand reaching to trace his cheek.

'What?'

'You've never said you find me… hot.'

'I was… your pace.' He said nervously.

'Der, we've been making out for hours the last eight days…. I think I can cope with you telling me I look hot.' She giggled.

'Oh.' He laughed nervously. 'You… you're really hot.' He breathed.

'So are you.' She murmured, capturing his lips with hers. 'Really hot.'

'Hmmm.' He groaned against her lips.

'What did you order?' she asked softly, her face still close to his.

'Scotch.'

'Of course.' She giggled.

'Hey, are you calling me predictable?' he mocked.

'Hey you cant use my line on me!' she laughed.

'Sorry.'

'You will be.' She breathed, squeezing his thigh.

'God, Mer.' He breathed, leaning to kiss her, the waitress bringing their drinks as soon as they pulled away from eachother.

'A Tequila Sunrise and a single malt scotch?'

'Yes, thank you.' Nodded Derek.

'No problem, sir. Enjoy your drinks.'

'Thank you.'

'Oh god this is good.' Said Meredith, taking a sip.

'It is?' he smiled.

'Huh-huh. Wanna try some?'

'Okay.' He said, leaning into her straw. 'Oh… that's… something.' He winced.

'It's nice!'

'I don't think that would be quite the word I would use to describe it.'

'You have no taste.'

'Not in drinks anyway.' He winked.

'You're awful.' She laughed.

'Well I cant be that bad, otherwise you woudlnt be here.'

'True.' She pointed out. 'I guess you're tolerable.'

'Tolerable?' he repeated. 'I'll remember that.'

'Shu up.' She laughed, moving her hand back to his thigh. 'Anyway, I was thinking-'

'Now that's dangerous.' He teased.

'Shut up!'

'Okay, okay, shutting up.' He laughed, laying his hand over hers which rested on his thigh.

'This is still only our second date.'

'it is.'

'And while we're not in a normal timezone in the dating world, I think we should still try and make this a semi-second date.'

'Okay.' He nodded.

'So, last time's datey talk was us telling us things about ourselves the other one didn't know.'

'Indeed.'

'This time, we should do questions.'

'Questions.' He nodded.

'Uh-huh.' She nodded. 'Ask questions we want to know about eachother and we answer honestly.'

'This is intriguing.' He smirked.

'It is.' She agreed.

'What type of questions are we talking?'

'Any.' She shrugged.

'You go first. Give me an example, something to go on.'

'Okay.' She rolled her eyes. 'Is Imogen really your favourite sister?'

'Oh.' He laughed, unexpectedly. 'Yes.'

'She is?'

'Not by a lot. But yeah, I have a soft spot. Well, I technically think her and Liv share my soft spot.'

'They do?'

'Yeah.' He nodded.

'Because they're younger?'

'Yeah. Imogen was probably my favourite when we were younger anyway, she was the baby and I liked looking out for her.'

'That's cute.' She whispered, trailing her fingers up his forearm which was resting on the table.

'When dad died I… they were so little.'

'Derek.' She whispered.

'Imogen was fifteen and Liv was seventeen…. They were confused, hormonal teenagers anyway…. Still kids… and then they didn't have a dad anymore.' He said quietly. 'I'm the man of the house now and I… They… they're my girls and I… I'd do anything to take care of them. Protect them.'

'They're lucky to have a brother like you.' She said gently, running her fingers from his forearm to his wrist and then to his hand where she entwined her fingers with his.

'I love them.' He said simply.

'I know you do. They love you too.'

'I know.' He smiled sadly.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to make it sad.'

'It's okay.' He said. 'It was a good question.'

'You told Rose you didn't have a favourite.' She shrugged.

'I know.' He nodded. 'If I'd have said yes, she'd have asked why.' He said, looking up at her.

'Oh.'

'I don't talk about my dad. But with you…. I trust you.'

'I trust you too.' She smiled gently. 'My mom.'

'I know.' He said knowingly. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.' She breathed, squeezing his hand. 'Your turn.'

'Okay.' He sighed, thinking. 'Why Dartmouth?'

'As far away from my mother as possible.' She giggled.

'Seriously?'

'Seriously.' She nodded.

'God I love your giggle.' He grinned.

'What?'

'You… when you laugh….'

'Oh…' she blushed.

'You're beautiful.'

'Thanks.'

'You are.' He shrugged.

'Yeah.' She whispered, gazing at his lips before leaning in slowly, capturing his tongue with her own, she tasted like tequila, and something uniquely Meredith. Her tongue glided over his and her hand reached into his hair, tugging slightly.

'Hmmm.' He moaned, his hand moving to her own bare thigh.

'Derek…' she whispered as she pulled him closer towards her.

'Mer…' he breathed into her mouth as his hand moved up and down her thigh. He was pretty sure there was no space between them as they continued to make out in the busy bar, he moved his hand to her other thigh, lifting it slightly and moving it over his knee so she was almost half sat on him. She moved her hand from his thigh to his hair and her hand that was in his hair began to run up and down his chest.

'Love you.' He whispered as they parted for air.

'Love you too.' She breathed before plunging her tongue back into his mouth.

'God…' he groaned, feeling his pants getting insanely tight.

'Getting turned on?' she giggled slightly, sucking at his earlobe.

'Ridiculously.'

'Good.' She smirked, moving back to his lips and tugging his bottom one between her teeth. 'Because I was thinking you could sleep over tonight?'

'Oh.' He gasped as she settled herself on his lap sideways, her legs across his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

'Yep. I mean… not… we're still waiting.' She said. 'For the sex… but I was thinking… you mentioned other things?'

'Oh.' He choked out, feeling himself get harder and harder as she sat on him. 'Other things…'

'If you want to?' she said, moving her lips to his neck, beginning to suck.

'Definitely..' he nodded breathlessly.

'You're really tuned on..' she giggled.

'You… you turn me on.'

'That's a good start for tonight.' She nodded.

'It is.'

'But probably not for right now.' She giggled. 'So I'm going to get off you.'

'What? No.' he said, his arms tightening around her.

'Derek,' she giggled. 'You have a hard on.'

'Exactly so you cant move.'

'I am moving.' She giggled. 'We cant do this here.'

'Fine.' He sighed.

'I'm still sitting next to you. Besides, I'll pay your hard on lots of attention when we get home.'

'Mer,' he groaned. 'Not really helping.'

'Sorry.' She giggled, kissing him quickly before getting out of his lap and taking a sip of her drink. 'Okay, back to questions.' She said, leaning into him. 'Who's turn was it?'

'Yours.' He said, trying to ignore his painfully hard erection as his eyes couldn't help but travel to her breasts which were hugged perfectly by her top.

'Mine.' She nodded. 'Okay…. So… favourite drink after scotch?'

'Beer.' He said quickly.

'interesting.'

'Izzie or Cristina?'

'What?'

'Who's your favourite, Izzie or Cristina?'

'What kind of a question is that?'

'One I want to know the answer to.'

'You're a mean man, Derek Shepherd.'

'I know.' He winked.

'Cristina.'

'Seriously?'

'Yeah.' She nodded.

'But… she's mean.'

'She is.' Meredith nodded. 'But she gets me.'

'She does?' he asked softly.

'Yeah. I mean, Izzie is way too bright and shiny.'

'She is?'

'Yes. I mean, every needs a little bright and shiny, and I like Izzie, I really do. But sometimes…. Not so bright and shiny and more Cristina is good.'

'Interesting.'

'My turn again.'

'It is.'

'If you could go to one place in the world where would you go?'

'Ireland, Dublin.'

'Oh, I knew that.' She said.

'You did.' He smiled.

'Wasted question.'

'Indeed. It's my turn now.'

'You're annoying.' She giggled, turning and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

'Where would be yours? Your one place in the world?'

'Oh.' She said. 'Iceland. Reykjavík, the Northern Lights.'

'Wow.' He breathed.

'I want to see them.'

'They do look pretty amazing.'

'They do.' She agreed, reaching for his hand and pulling it into her lap. 'My turn.'

'Your turn.'

'Would you ever get a tattoo?'

'Me?' he frowned. 'No.'

'No?'

'No. Not my thing. Would you?'

'No.' she sighed. 'Not now.'

'No?'

'No. I probably would have done, in high shool, if I had the balls.'

'Yeah?'

'My mother would have hated it.'

'Ah.' He laughed.

'But, it doesn't wash off like hair dye.'

'It doesn't.' he agreed.

'And I… I would have regretted it.'

'You think?'

'Yeah, I mean. It would have been a cry for attention. But now… I… I'm different.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' She said, smiling up at him. 'I'm happy and… I'm happy. No need for angry pink hair or angry body stamps.'

'Definitely not.' He breathed, kissing her. 'You're beautiful. And you'll never have to cry for my attention.'

'Hmmm.' She smiled against his lips. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.' He whispered. 'I just want to make you happy.'

'My turn.' She said, smiling.

'What?! I didn't ask you a question.'

'Yes you did! You asked me if I would ever get a tattoo?'

'That wasn't my official question.'

'Yes it was.'

'No, it wasn't.'

'I made the second date datey talk rules and I say it was.'

'This is unfair.' He said, reaching for his drink.

'Shut up.' She giggled. 'It's my turn.'

'Fine.' He sighed, raising the glass to his mouth.

'Favourite position?'

'What?' he spluttered.

'Favourite sex position.' She clarified.

'Oh…'

'Come on, I want to know.'

'Probably cowgirl.' He said flushed.

'Nice.' She said, 'There's no need to be shy.' She teased running a hand through his hair.

'I'm not….' He said. 'Just wasn't expecting it.'

'We need to know these things.' She shrugged. 'I need to know what turns you on. And now I do, you like to watch.'

'Oh.' He breathed.

'You want to watch my breasts as I ride you.' She smirked.

'Yeah…' he whispered as she nuzzled herself further into him.

'Watching is hot.' She nodded.

'It is.' He agreed. 'Yours?'

'Favourite position?'

'Yeah.' He breathed, his hand moving back to her thigh.

'That's hard. I… reverse cowgirl is a classic. But I also like against the wall.'

'Against the wall?' he breathed.

'Yeah.'

'Oh.'

'You don't like it?'

'I've never done it.' He said sheepishly.

'That's okay.' She whispered, leaning to kiss his neck. 'We can do it together.'

'Yeah.' He said, feeling his pants once again beginning to tighten. 'I… Rose and Chloe… I haven't exactly… done… as much as you… Mer.' He said nervously.

'That's okay.' She said, kissing the same spot on his neck.

'I… not as much experience so…'

'Hey,' she breathed. 'Don't start putting yourself down or whatever you're about to do.'

'I'm not.' He shook his head.

'But you… you're probably used to better. I just don't want to let you down.'

'You.' She breathed, pulling away to cradle his face in her hands. 'Are not going to let me down, okay?'

'Okay.' He breathed.

'I've had…. A lot of sex.' She nodded. 'With a lot of guys. But it's not like you're a virgin, Derek.'

'I know.'

'I love you. So it will be amazing no matter what, okay? It will be amazing because it's you.'

'Okay.' He said unconvinced as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

'Besides, Cristina heard Rose bragging about how good you were in bed in the library once.'

'She did?' he said, shocked.

'Yep. So… I don't think you have any reason to be worried.' She smirked.

'Oh.' He breathed.

'She said you were big, which I already know-'

'Wha-'

'You have a hard on, Derek.' She giggled. 'And I have eyes.'

'Oh.'

'Very promising.' She nodded.

'Thanks.' He laughed nervously.

'And she said you were good.'

'Oh.'

'She said you were so good that I came when I went home, thinking of you.'

'Oh.'

'Yes, oh.' She said. 'So don't be nervous, okay?'

'Okay.'

'I think you're sexy.'

'I think you're sexy too.'

'And I cant wait to do dirty things with you.'

'I cant wait to do dirty things with you either.' He grinned.

'Well then, we need to know more.' She giggled. 'So, dominate or be dominated?'

'Oh, dominated.'

'Me too.' She breathed. 'But I also like dominating.'

'Me too.' He breathed.

'Your turn.'

'Technically I didn't ask you a question, you offered the information.'

'Fine.' She sighed. 'So you've never sixty-nined?'

'Oh… no.'

'Me neither. But I want to.' She said casually.

'Oh.'

'Do you want to?'

'I… with you… yes.'

'Good.' She grinned.

'I'm getting the impression being your boyfriend is going to be a crazy sexual adventure?' he laughed.

'Oh…' she whispered, her eyes widening.

'Crap.' He said. 'I'm sorry, I… it just slipped out…'

'Boyfriend?'

'I… Sorry, Mer… I don't want to freak you. God that's the last thing I wanted….'

'So that would make me… your girlfriend?' she said, suddenly smiling.

'Oh..' he said, surprised at her calmness. 'Yeah. Yeah.'

'Girlfriend.' She breathed, as if she was testing the word on her lips. '…Do you want me to be your girlfriend?'

'Oh.. if you… want to be?' he said tentatively, reaching to run his fingers along her arm.

'I… yeah. Yeah… I think so.' She smiled.

'Oh.'

'Oh?'

'Wasn't… expecting that…'

'Oh.'

'In a good way.' He added quickly.

'Oh.' She giggled. 'So… We're…'

'Going out.' He grinned. 'Officially.'

'Is that weird? That we're boyfriend and girlfriend before we've had sex?'

'I… maybe.' He said. 'Although I hadn't with Rose.'

'Nothing at all?'

'Well.. some things…'

'Oh.'

'But I love you, Mer.'

'I love you too. And I think the sex is going to be amazing.'

'Me too.' He whispered. 'You're making me hard just here.' He laughed.

'True.' She giggled.

'So, girlfriend?'

'Girlfriend.' She nodded. 'Boyfriend?'

'I'd love to be your boyfriend.' He breathed, leaning to kiss her hard and her hands immediately flew to his hair, bringing him as close as possible as she greeted his tongue with her own, mewing slightly as he ran his hands down her back and resting just above her ass.

Meredith Grey was his girlfriend, it was official.

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