Derek could barely hold it together. The whole time they were in the shoe store, all he could think about was Meredith's long legs wrapped around him. His mind drifted to the changing room. He looked around. but didn't see one. Had there been one, they would have been in it. At least in his mind they would be.
On the way home his cock twitched in his jeans. No relief. No there would be no relief. Because the damn paparazzi were around. Everywhere. At least they were being halfway decent and not trying to run them off the road. But there were there. Taking shots. Taking notes. Meredith sat quietly and didn't talk as they drove. Neither did he. They couldn't.
For the first time ever, the big gates of the Grey estate looked welcoming. Shelter. Solitude. Derek drove up and the gates opened slowly. If they crosses that line, it was no holds barred. If they crossed that line it was open season. Derek watched as they slammed the brakes and watched the BMW disappear down the long winding driveway.
"That was hell." Meredith grumbled as she stuck out her bottom lip.
"Hell, you are the one with a hard on and no relief in sight." Derek stated frankly.
"You poor guy. I will make it up to you later." Meredith told him as she rubbed his thigh.
"Eh." Derek muttered as he pulled up to the door. "I will bring you your twelve thousand dollars worth of shoes and accessories." Derek told her as he shook his head.
"And I would like that." Meredith said with a smile.
Meredith walked into the busy house. Her stomach knotted up. A busy house. Thatcher was home. Thatcher was in the house. Of course. As if the day couldn't get worst. Meredith needed him. She had creamed over and over at his touch. The fire was burning between her legs and now her dad was there. This was indeed hell.
"Meredith..." Thatcher said with a smile as he walked up. "How are you, dear?"
"Good." Meredith said softly as she accepted her father's kiss on the cheek.
"You were shopping?" Thatcher asked quickly.
That was his daughter. To him, that was her. A girl who shopped. A shallow girl who didn't know anything about what was going on in the world. To him, she was his daughter. A lady. A true lady who was to look and act like a lady. Nothing more, nothing less. She should learn her place and look good doing it. Her place was on a rich man's arm. That's they way it should be.
"I was. I bought some shoes." Meredith said frankly.
"That's wonderful, darling." Thatcher told her. "So what are your plans for the night?"
"Well, I was going to go out tonight." Meredith said quickly.
"She wasn't. She was planning on staying home. She was planning on going to bed early. To Derek's bed. Very early. She was going to do all of the naughty things that he loved. Why on earth had she said that. Because if she had plans, then she wouldn't have to do anything with her father.
"Oh. Where to?" Thatcher asked with a smile.
"Oh... The club most likely." Meredith said as she looked around.
"Wonderful. I have the son of a client here. I bet he would love to go out to the club with you." Thatcher said with a smile.
"Oh. I- I was planning... Uh. Okay." Meredith finally said with a sigh.
"Great! That would be great. He's out with Tony right now. But I will let him know." Thatcher said as he turned and walked away.
Great. Wonderful. Fan-freaking-tastic. Why did she agree? Why? She was an idiot. Meredith scowled at herself as she walked towards the stairway. Derek walked in from the other room carrying her bags. She dropped her head as she walked up the stairs. She could hear him walking behind her. With him so close, it only made her want him more.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked as he brought the bags in and sat them down.
"I just screwed myself." Meredith grumbled.
"Why?" Derek asked as he pushed the hair out of her face.
"The door is open." She said as she stepped away from him. "And we have to take my father's whatever to the club tonight. Fucking fantastic." She said with a frown.
"So no hot sex?" Derek asked.
"No hot sex." Meredith said with a sigh.
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Meredith looked in the mirror. This was not what she had planned. But if she had to choose between entertaining this guy at home or at the club, she chose the club. She would dump him off. She would ditch him off and focus on something else.
Meredith ran the straightening iron over her hair. With the little tight black dress that she was wearing, her hair would look much better straight. She applied some light make-up and nodded. She looked good. Really good. Maybe too good.
Meredith was nervous. She had been to the club since that night. The night of her eighteenth birthday. The night when everything changed forever. She was secretly afraid. She was afraid of what would be said. Afraid of what would be offered. But she had to go. She had to throw herself back into it so that she could stop herself. She had to go on. She had to make it okay.
Derek's jaw dropped as Meredith walked by his room. She looked amazing. He had never seen her with her hair straight. He was wondering if she was doing this on purpose. If she was teasing him because she knew he couldn't have a taste. He finished buttoning up his shirt and followed her.
Meredith rolled her eyes as she walked down the stairs. The guy as a dork. She couldn't believe that her father was sending her anywhere with this guy. He looked like a fetus. He was a baby. He couldn't be more that fifteen years old. He looked wimpy. Everyone was going to tear him up at the club.
"Where is Tony?" Meredith snapped to the boy as he looked at her with a gaping jaw.
"Uh...Uh... Ton- Tony?" He asked nervously.
"Yes. That is what I said." She snapped. "Ah! Forget it. I will find him myself!" She spat as she stormed off.
"Wow..." The boy muttered as he watched her walk away.
"Derek Hanson." Derek told him as he stuck out his hand.
"Tommy. Tommy Brown." The guy said as he shook his head. "Nice to meet you. I'm assuming that was Miss Grey?"
"Oh yes, that was Miss Grey. And I use that term loosely." Derek said with a chuckle as he winked at her.
"She seems very- Never mind." Tommy said with wide eyes as they walked the direction that Meredith went.
"Tell me again why I am going?" Tony asked with a frown.
"Because tonight is Derek's night off. And I have been kind enough to allow him to use my status to get into the club! So you have to work. You can do it, Tony. Work. It's not that hard." She spat as she looked at him.
"And you would know." Tony answered with a chuckle. "So basically Derek gets to have a good time. And I don't."
"Basically." Meredith grumbled as she stalked off. "Get the car." She ordered.
Derek shook his head. He couldn't believe the way she was acting. She was being rude. At first it was to throw them off, but then she was just being ridiculous. She didn't even introduce herself to the kid. She was just acting like everyone said she did. A spoiled bitch.
They all climbed into the BMW. No one said a word. Tony wasn't in the mood to put up with Meredith's over abundant attitude. He hated when she got this way. Although this was truly the only way he saw her. Tommy was terrified of her. She was very intimidating. He sat in the the back seat, next to Derek, completely silent. And Derek was quiet. He had nothing to say to her, even if he could. He just shook his head and stared out the window. Finally he said something. Someone had to say something to the poor child.
"So, Tommy... How old are you?" Derek asked. It was a good question to ask someone that you were taking to a bar.
"I'm 25." He answered as he looked up.
Meredith snorted. It was definitely a snort. Loud. Very loud. That snort was followed by laughter. It was evil. It was mean. She was taunting him because he definitely didn't look his age. He was awkward. He was at a strange place in his life.
"You're kidding me!" Meredith said loudly as she looked back.
"No." He said frankly as he looked at her.
"Oh. I just- Uh..." Meredith muttered as she turned and looked out the windshield.
"So what do you do?" Derek asked, trying to be friendly.
"I go to Harvard. Law School." He said quickly.
"Interesting." Derek said with a smile.
Meredith listened to the casual conversation that Derek and Tommy were having. From what she could gather, he was incredibly intelligent. It seemed as if he had lived a rather sheltered life. He had lived for his education and never had any fun. Tonight he would have fun. Tonight he would learn what it was to be around Meredith Grey. Tonight Meredith was going to rock his world.
"Holy shit, Meri!" Tony said as they pulled up to the club. "The paps are everywhere."
"The paps are always everywhere." Meredith grumbled as the car came to a stop.
"Never like this." Tony pointed out.
"Wow." Tommy said in shock as he looked up.
"Meredith! Meredith! You look gorgeous tonight, honey. Who are you here with?" They yelled as she walked up.
"Leave her alone." Tony said quickly as he shielded her. "She just wants to have a good time."
"Are you going to have a good time like you did on you birthday?" They yelled loudly. "Where is Matt? When is the big day?"
Meredith rushed into the club. It was packed as always. Everyone was yelling and calling for her as she walked in. Derek found himself irritated with her. Much more so than usual. She was strutting around like she owned the place. Truthfully she was not worse than she usually was. It was that she was his. She was all his. And he didn't like they way everyone was looking at her.
"So, Tommy... What do you drink?" Meredith asked as they walked to the bar.
"Drink? Oh, I don't." He said frankly as he looked at her.
"Tonight you do." Meredith said with a smile as waved the bartender down. "Three shots of tequila." She said with a grin.
"Starting heavy, huh?" He asked her with a chuckle.
"For me and my friends." She told him as as she motioned to Derek and Tommy.
"Tequila?" Tommy said with wide eyes.
"Meredith..." Derek warned quickly.
"Here you go." The bartender said as he slid the shits over.
"Here you go. Drink up." Meredith told him as she handed it to him. All three of them looked at each other before slamming the shots back.
"Oh my god!" Tommy yelled as he choked. "How do you drink that?"
"You get used to it." Meredith told him with a grin.
"So, Derek... Are you going to get lucky tonight?" Tony asked as he looked over.
"Me? Uh, no. No, I don't think so." Derek stammered as she looked around.
"Well, that brunette is looking at you. I would take a shot." Tony told him with and affirmative nod.
"Uh. Not my type." Derek muttered as he looked off.
"You ready for another one?" Meredith asked Tommy.
"No... Not yet." He said quickly.
"Well come on. You need to dance." She said as she shoved him off onto the floor.
Derek felt his stomach tighten as Meredith danced around. She wasn't being flirty. It was all innocent. But it still bothered him. He felt his jaw clench as he watched the guys. He'd like to take every one of them out and beat their asses into the ground.
"Meri looks hot tonight, doesn't she?" Tony said with a smirk.
"She's not my type." Derek said as he looked away from her.
"That again... She is everyone's type, Derek. If you aren't into her you're gay." Tony said with a chuckle.
"Don't you think it odd, that you are attracted to your boss' daughter? Someone who is over ten years younger?" Derek snapped nastily. "You were around when she was a kid."
"Well, I have more appreciation for what she has become. I knew her when she was nothing but a gangly, long legged stick." Tony said with a chuckle. "Just because I look, doesn't mean I play." He said with a smirk as he turned away. "How are you, sweetheart?" He asked the girl sitting next to him.
"Tequila!" Tommy said as he came to the bar.
"Are you sure?" Derek asked with concern.
"Hell yes, I have never had this many girls dance with me in my life." He said with a big grin as he drank the shot and disappeared.
Meredith was dancing by herself along the wall when she felt someone touch her arm. She felt sick as her eyes met a dark brown pair. Her heart started to beat quickly. Her breathing increased. She felt her stomach knot up.
"Meri!" Calvino said with a smile. "How are you?"
"Fine." Meredith said frankly as she turned away from him.
"Where are you going, sweetheart? I have something you may be interested in." He told her with a grin.
"I'm not interested. I don't need that shit." She told him as she stared into her eyes.
"Last night I was thinking about you..." He said with a chuckle. "We had a good time, didn't we?"
"You call that a good time?" She snapped. "No. That was not a good time."
"Oh... You sounded like you enjoyed it. Come on... My cock deep in your ass. You liked it." He said as he ran his hand down her back.
"If you ever say anything... I swear you will-" She started as she glared at him.
"That... I don't kiss and tell, babe. It's not my style. I won't tell. But you can't take it from me. It's all in here. And I like to revisit it." He said as he pointed to his head.
"I swear if you- You won't have to worry about revisiting. You won't have a head on your shoulders." Meredith threatened.
"Ah... I see. You are getting more and more like you father everyday. Insanely hot, I might add. I won't tell. But I would love a repeat." He said as he squeezed her ass.
"Never." Meredith spat as smacked him, spun around and walked away. "Tequila." Meredith said loudly. The bartender delivered her drink. She slammed it quickly and looked over at Derek. "I want to fuck you." She said in his ear seductively.
"Mer... Did you-" Derek asked with concern.
As he looked at her, he felt sick. She looked wild. She looked horny. She wanted him to have sex with her. He asked with first thing that came to his mind. Was she high? She disappeared and he wondered if that was where she was.
"No! I can't believe you would even- Look at me. No, I would never do that. No again. I said I wouldn't, Derek!" She said quickly and defensively.
"I'm sorry, Mer. I just don't want you to fall into that trap." Derek said sadly.
"I just want to fuck you, Derek." She said again. "Please..."
"We can't- Not here." He told her.
"Mens room. Last stall. Go there." She told him as she walked away.
Derek looked at her and sighed. Stupid. Bad idea. Train wreck. Those words all came through his head. If they got caught, he would surely be a dead man. And he felt sick. He shouldn't have doubted her. The look of hurt in her eyes broke his heart. Derek watched as she walked away. Should he stay or should he go? He knew what his cock was telling him to do.
Derek nonchalantly walked from the bar. No one was looking. It was dark. It was loud. No one could hear themselves think. When he thought about it, Tony had disappeared. What kind of guard would go off on his own and leave her? It worked out for Derek, but he still couldn't believe that Tony left her.
The bathroom was loud but empty. He walked to the end stall and knocked gently. Meredith opened it up and pulled him in. He looked at the need in her eyes. He needed her just as badly as she needed him. He felt her hands reach in his pants and handle his hard member.
"Oh, god, Mer." Derek moaned as she unzipped his pants and freed him.
"Derek, you are so fucking hot tonight." Meredith moaned as he slid his hand up her dress. "You wore the red shirt."
"Just for you, baby." He said with a smile. "You have no panties on." He said as he gently fingered her wet core.
"I did." She told him as she slid her tiny panties into his pocket.
"How bad do you want it, Mer?" Derek asked as he ran his finger over her clit, causing her to gasp.
"Oh... Please, Der. Please." Meredith cried as she spread her legs. "Just fuck me, please."
Derek quickly grabbed a condom out of his pants and rolled it onto his hard throbbing dick. Meredith felt her body tense up with needs. Derek grabbed her behind the thighs and lifted her to his cock. She groaned as he slid it in and threw her up against the wall.
"No names. We can't say names." Derek told her and she nodded. "We need to be quiet."
"Yeah. Oh!" She cried out as he pounded into her. "Oh... Oh god..." She whimpered.
"Fuck." Derek said quietly as her back crashed into the door. She was riding him as hard as he was working her. He could see her cleavage rise and fall with every thrust.
Derek bit Meredith's lip as he pounded into her. She felt his tongue trace her strawberry flavored lips before he slid it in. Derek's tongue thrust into her as hard and as fast as his cock was sliding. Meredith couldn't take it as her walls started to clamp down around him.
"Oh...Oh..." Meredith whined as someone walked into the restroom.
Meredith rolled her eyes back as she rode his iron rod slid, feeling it slide in and out. She never heard anyone. She was in the fog. She was too wrapped around the feeling of him inside of her. Derek had a satisfied grin on his face as he pressed her hard against the wall.
"Oh! Oh! Oh..." She shouted as her walls clamped down and he body went into violent spasms.
"Oh!" Derek grunted loudly as his hot cum shot out with force.
"Oh..." Meredith sighed as she laid her head back.
Derek shrunk inside of her as she began to let go. Her feet hit the floor and and she looked into his eyes with a smile. She pecked a soft kiss on his lips and listened, hearing no one. She took in a deep breath before she snuck out, unnoticed. Derek threw the condom in the trash and washed his hands.
The club was wild when Derek came back out. He saw Meredith standing by the bar, bouncing her ass to the beat. She slammed back a shot and looked over. Derek came up and ordered a shot without a word. Tony meandered over, not even noticing she had been gone.
"I just walked in on someone getting it on in the bathroom!" Tommy said with a cheesy grin as he walked up. Derek almost choked as he stood there.
"Really! Did you see anything? Did you listen? I would have listened." Meredith said with a big smile.
"You would, you big whore." Tony joked with a smile.
No, I didn't listen." Tommy said with a shrug. "I left."
"So true. I'm a gutter-whore." Meredith said with a nod. Derek and Meredith shared a smile. "So true..."
Meredith, Derek and Tommy all stood at the bar, downing shots. It was more than obvious that the kid, as he was now affectionally known as, was quite a lightweight when it came to liquor. He would down a shot and start yelling and acting more and more foolish every time. Derek was feeling more than buzzed, and Meredith was just feeling giggly.
"Tony!" Meredith said with a laugh as she held Tommy up. "I think you need to get the car. Bring it around back. He's a little... Out there." She said as she snorted.
"He can't even stand." Derek said as he waved his arms around and stumbled.
"And you are doing such a great job of that yourself!" Tony muttered as he rolled his eyes.
"Did you have a good time?" Meredith asked as she teetered.
"The best time ever." Tommy said with a smirk as he leaned against the bar.
"Good." Meredith told him with a big smile.
"Hey Meredith..." Tommy asked with a smile.
"Yeah?" Meredith asked as she looked at him.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked with a smile.
Meredith looked at him in shock and then at Derek. She would never waste her time on someone like him. Maybe she was shallow. But she went for hot guys. Guys that were ripped. Guys with chiseled jaw lines and perfect faces. But he was different. He was kind and sweet. She could be the bigger person.
"On the cheek?" He clarified.
"Eh... On the cheek. Okay." Meredith said as she turned her head and let him kiss her on the cheek.
Derek just smiled and shook his head. He likened Tommy to a horny pre-teen. He was unexperienced to say the least. It was almost cute. He was so awkward with woman. But he had potential. And Meredith was being nice. She was being herself. Her real self.
"You are so soft." Tommy said with a big grin. "Thank you."
"No problem." Meredith said with a chuckle as she helped hold him up. She scowled when she saw a familiar face walk up.
"Making the rounds, I see." Paulo, Meredith's ex-boyfriend said as he walked up.
"Shut up." Meredith muttered as she rolled her eyes.
"It's sweet. A little pathetic. I knew eventually you would make it through all of the decent guys in the area. But this is a new low!" Paulo said with a chuckle as he pointed at him.
"Oh... He's good. Great, even. Better than you ever were." Meredith said with a chuckle as she looked and him a shook her head. "You and your six inch-"
"Meredith! I think Tony has the car." Derek said quickly, cutting her off. He motioned to the door with his head.
"Have fun with that pencil of yours. Don't tire out your hand. It seems I must go. As if I have time to speak to someone like you anyhow. Go back to your shack." Meredith said with a smile as she began to walk Tommy to the back door with Derek on the other side.
"You have claws." Tommy said with a chuckle. "My woman has claws."
"Yes, it seems your woman does." Derek said with a smile as he looked over at Meredith. "She sure does."
Meredith, Derek and Tommy all poured into the back seat of the car. Tommy seemed genuinely happy. Meredith was slightly fearful that she may have created a monster. But at least he had a good time. She liked his innocence. He was sweet. He was fun. And Derek didn't seem to mind the playful conversation that she made with him. She looked over at a sleeping Tommy and then at a smiling Derek.
"Your father is going to kick your ass, Meri." Tony said as he looked back.
"Why? He said to take him with me. I did. I can't help what he did. He drank just as much as I did." Meredith explained with a shrug.
"But you are an old pro." Tony said smartly. "And he is just a rookie."
Tony pulled up in front of the house. Meredith and Derek both exited the vehicle, and walked to the same side where they pulled a passed-out Tommy out of the car. Meredith struggled to pull him along and up the stairs to the front door.
"He needs to go to a guest room." Meredith grunted as Derek opened the door.
"Okay." He agreed as they dragged him across the marble floor.
They were both slightly tipsy themselves. And Meredith was more giggly than anything else at this point. Derek kept trying to get her to quiet down, but she continued to laugh loudly as she struggled. They both grabbed Tommy under each arm and went up one stair at a time.
"Meredith Grey!" Thatcher said loudly as he walked out from his office in his pajamas and robe.
"Daddy!" Meredith said over-exuberantly with hand motions. "We're home!"
"I see that." Thatcher grumbled. "What the hell did you do to him?" Thatcher asked.
"I think he's a little drunk." Meredith explained with a giggle as she scrunched her nose. "Me too!"
Tony quickly marched in and looked at Thatcher. He could tell by the look on his face that he was less than happy with Meredith. He was just about ready to blow his top. Tony looked back and forth with concern.
"Why the hell is my daughter carrying a man up the stairs? Tony, get your worthless ass up there and help Derek take him to his room. Meredith, get your ass down here!" He yelled at her.
"Okay." Meredith said happily as she dropped Tommy and went down the stairs.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He asked as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "I asked you to take him out, and you do this. He is an Ivy league student. He has a clean record. His father- He can't find out about this. And you- When the fuck are you going to grow up?" He questioned as his grip tightened.
"When you let me!" She growled as she ripped her arm away from him.
"You are disappointing me, Meredith. Am I going to see you on another cover, acting like a whore?" Thatcher asked as he glared at her.
"Fuck you!" Meredith yelled as she slapped him across the face with force.
She could see the red in his eyes. He was angry. It was boiling over. He quickly grabbed both of her arms and held her tightly. His jaw clenched as he got in her face and began yelling.
"You don't hit me, Meredith. Don't you dare think about doing that again, young lady. Ever." He warned her as he released her arms, shoving her away.
Derek watched in shock. He and Tony were just getting Tommy to the top when Thatcher shoved her away. He couldn't believe he did that to her. He called her a whore. He couldn't believe she smacked him. No one did that to Thatcher Grey. She overstepped her boundaries. When it came to Thatcher Grey, she went way over.
Derek watched as she stormed passed him. She wasn't hurt. She was angry. He could see the fire in her eyes. She had a temper. Thatcher had no right to speak to her that way. But she too had a temper and it seemed she was more like her father than she knew.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!