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An
hour later Derek sat alone in the kitchen drumming his thumbs on the
table with impatience. With a glance over at the counter he frowned
knowing at the sight of the now cold and unpleasant looking grilled
cheese he had made for Meredith.
She had never come down to get her lunch, and he hadn't heard any sounds from upstairs so he assumed she was still in the bathtub. He was getting anxious and nervous. He wanted her to relax, though she seemed not really in the mood for it so he assume she would have jumped at the chance to eat real home cooked food.
After fifteen more impatient minutes, his worries got the best of him and he took the steps two at a time eager to find out what Meredith was doing. Stepping into his bedroom there was an eerie silence and he noticed the door was still shut. He knocked once, softly, and put his ear to against the wood listening for sounds from the bathroom.
He heard nothing, and suddenly his heart dropped unsure of what she was doing. "Meredith?" He called loudly through the door. Getting no answer, he began to worry even more.
He never really thought about her accident so many years ago. They rarely discussed it and Meredith seemed to shrug it off like it never happened. Derek, however, would still have nightmares from time to time. His biggest fear was loosing Meredith and his daughter and unless he did something incredibly stupid, accidents seemed to be the only way that would happen.
Meredith had laughed at him, the day he had an iron gate installed making a large, fenced in back yard. He wanted to take no chances with Ava and the lake. He fought Meredith on the pool for weeks, but finally gave in when she agreed to have a custom cover installed that at the touch of the button, covered the pool with a cover so strong 4 adults could stand on it.
He felt like he was having deja vu standing at the door waiting for Meredith to emerge from the bathtub. That's how it had all started that day...that day she had drowned. His veins were running cold and his heart nearly stopped as the memories from that day flooded his mind. How long had she been up there silent...sinking into the water? She would never do that again..she couldn't...they were getting better.
In a sudden panic he pushed open the door so fast it slammed into the wall behind it. The scent of lavender overwhelmed him and squinting into the candle lit room he saw her, and gave a sigh of relief.
She was laying in the tub, her head lulled to the side and he knew she was sleeping by the loud snores coming out of her. He smiled, letting the panic subside and allowing his breathing to return to a normal level.
Once he was thinking normally he was able to take in the scene in front of him. Her hair was wet an stuck in little strings around her face. The bubbles had faded, allowing him to see the tops of her breasts bobbing in the water. Her skin was flowing in the candlelight and his pants grew suddenly tighter just taking in her natural form.
He didn't wake her, instead he just sat and took in her beauty. They never had these moments any more. Moments where he could just sit and watch her sleep. Or..maybe they did have them and he just let them pass by without a second thought.
She wasn't sure what woke her, she didn't even remember falling asleep, but looking around she let out a frightened gasp at realizing she wasn't alone in the room. "Jesus Derek, you scared me." He sat next to her...just watching her and couldn't hide his smile.
"I'm sorry I wanted to let you sleep for awhile, I made you lunch...it's downstairs..a little cold, but still good." She forced a smile and sat up in the tub rolling her neck around. The odd position she had slept in caused a knot and she moaned in pain as she rolled it around.
Her whole upper body was exposed now as she sat up and the tightening feeling in his pants had returned once again. He tried to shake it off, knowing he had to stop thinking of sex when so much needed to be talked about.
Noticing the sudden lust in his eyes she broke her eye contact with him and suddenly felt very exposed sitting naked in front of him. He cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore the blood flowing to his lower parts. "I have to run and get Ava, you should get out and eat something..you're probably a prune by now."
He noticed her slight frown as she looked at her hands. "I miss her Derek...I really do..but I can't handle seeing her hate me...it just...it kills me." She refused to meet his eyes and he knew instantly it was something she had been dwelling over for awhile.
Coming closer to her he knelled by the edge of the tub and put his hands gently on her shoulders and began kneaded them in slow circles. She moaned again, which did nothing for the slight problem he had developed but he was glad she was enjoying it.
"I'm going to talk to her about it Meredith. Mark said he already did...but it's my fault she is acting out..I should be the one to talk to her." She was silent for awhile, agreeing with him and still worrying over seeing Ava.
Suddenly his tongue was gliding over her shoulders and she let out another moan surprised by the sudden contact. Her body tingled at his touch and she found herself lost in it, but then came back to reality and tried to shake him off.
"Derek, we really can't fix this with sex..." He could hear the desire in her voice...like she had only said it because she knew it was the right thing. She wanted him, she felt like pulling him into the tub with her..but knew it wouldn't feel right until things were ok.
He was hovering over her shoulders now and rested his chin on them stopping to whisper in her ear. "I know..." He whispered and then sighed and she rested her head against his in understanding. Standing up was hard for him to do, his body ached for relief and he left the room in search of something other than a cold shower before he could pick up his daughter.
