Ah, date night - do you think they will make it through dinner? LOL
"Don't wait up!" Meredith laughs as they head out the door, Derek's arm tight around her shoulders.
As they head to his car, he kisses her temple, inhaling her sweet scent of lavender. "You really do look amazing tonight, Mer. Are you sure you want to go out….maybe we could just skip the dinner part…."
"Oh no, Derek Shepherd. I'm not all dressed up for nothing!"
"Kidding, Mer, just kidding…" His voice is rough with suppressed desire, though, and he wonders just how he will manage to get through dinner.
Derek looks across the table at Meredith, after they are seated at the tiny table in the cozy Italian restaurant he has taken them to. Soft music plays in the background, and the air is redolent with the aroma of garlic. He takes her hand, and lets his thumb rub her palm softly. Her eyes glow warmly at him in the soft lighting, the small candle in the hurricane lantern casting dancing shadows across them. "This is really nice, Der," she says. "But it almost seems weird, doesn't it?"
"I know, I feel like this is our first date," he confesses with a grin. His eyes are drawn to the deep vee of her neckline, the delicate silver heart resting there tantalizing him. "I haven't seen that necklace on you before, have I?"
"This?" she says, fingering the locket. "It was Mom's. I wanted to have something here of hers after she went into the hospital. When I was packing up at Thanksgiving, I remembered she mentioned that Dad gave it to her. It seemed special to her."
"Do you think your Dad would want to know about what's going on?"
Meredith shrugs. "Who knows? I have no idea where he is, or how to reach him, anyway. I think he remarried."
"I can't believe he never tries to contact you." Derek frowns at the thought.
"Probably has a whole new family to worry about. I really don't want to talk about him, Derek. He hasn't been in my life since I was five years old, do you really think he cares?"
"I'm sorry, Mer. Forget I asked about him." He pauses, "Have you heard from Dr. Webber lately?"
"He e-mailed me the other day – I forgot all about it with everything that happened yesterday. Mom's ready to be moved to Roseridge. We can visit her there at Christmas, I guess. I haven't thought about what to do for Christmas break, though."
"You can stay with me – Mom will insist anyway, you know that Mer. You don't have to be alone, never again," he assures her, his eyes full of the love he feels for her.
"Thanks Der. What would I do without you?"
"I have no idea," he teases her, trying to lighten the mood. She wrinkles her nose at him with a smile.
"Okay, let's change the subject. No sad topics tonight, kay?" she says, just as the waiter arrives to list off the specials of the evening and take their orders. After he disappears, they talk about their classes, the exams coming up, and who was all heading home to Seattle for Christmas. But the undercurrent of their desire sizzles in the air, with every flash of their eyes, every toss of her hair, every touch of their fingers.
Meredith pulls a breadstick from the basket of rolls placed in the center of the table. Feeling Derek's eyes on her, she grins as she breaks off the end of it, slathering it with the butter. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of the roll seductively, before she puts it in her mouth.
Derek watches in fascination as she teases him, feeling his groin tighten in response. "Mer, are you really sure you want to do that?" he asks, taking a gulp of water.
"What?" she asks innocently, her eyes wide. Then he feels her foot against his calf, and his hand grips the waterglass tightly, hoping the icy sensation will help to cool him off. The light plays across her skin, dancing in the valley between her breasts, and he can see the clear outline of her nipples beneath the smooth material of her dress. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip, as she savors the sweet butter.
Derek feels the sweat pop out on his forehead. "If this was our first date, you would slap me for what I'm thinking right now, honey," he says finally.
"But if this was our first date, I wouldn't be teasing you like this," she giggles, moving her foot across his leg. "Cuz I know what you're thinking, Der."
"Oh, you do?" he asks, winking at her.
"Mmmhmm…"
"Then you know I want to lean over, and kiss you right there, where that locket is touching you. Right along that spot where your breast curves, where I know you like my tongue." He leans closer towards her, his dark hair tumbling across his forehead, taking her hand in his again. "Right where it makes you shake." His thumb strokes her palm rubbing circles slowly and deliberately.
His words mesmerize her, and Meredith almost moans aloud, thinking of what he is telling her. Her lips part softly, as they stare at each other, her chest rising and falling faster.
Meredith picks up her purse suddenly and pushes away from the table. "I'll be right back," she says breathlessly, getting up and heading for the ladies room. Anything to get her racing heart back to normal. The room seems suddenly too hot, with the large fire blazing in the huge fireplace in the centre of the restaurant. She can feel Derek's eyes on her as she walks away.
In the tiny bathroom, she splashes cold water on her hands, and stares at her reflection in the mirror. She touches up her lipgloss and fluffs her hair again, feeling a little more in control. Then she steps back out into the narrow hallway, and a hand grabs her, pulling her backwards. "Wha?" she squeaks, then relaxes at the familiar feel of Derek's hard body behind her.
"I couldn't help it, baby," he murmurs, spinning her around in his arms. "I just had to do this…." He presses her back against the wall, hips grinding into her, as he kisses her hard, so that she whimpers. Her lips part beneath his, and her tongue flicks out eagerly across his. The soft silky material of her dress bunches under his hands as he cups her breasts, feeling the erotic sensation of her nipples hardening under his palms. She arches upward, pressing tighter against him, reaching up on her tiptoes to be as close as she can to him. The sounds of the kitchen staff swirls around them, fading into the background as they lose track of everything but kissing each other.
Finally, the sound of someone else heading into the hallway breaks them apart, and he looks down at her, his chest heaving. "We need to go, Mer…"
With a soft laugh, she nods, and take his hand. "I thought you were going to make me suffer all through dinner," she says softly, as they head back to the table to get her jacket and coat. Within moments, they are out the door, laughing as they practically run towards his car.
"Where do you want to go?" she asks, as he starts the car, shivering a bit in the frosty night air. "Jenny's at home, so that's out."
"My place then," he says, grinning. "Just don't look at the mess Mark leaves everywhere."
Meredith puts her hand on his leg. "Just hurry…"
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