Chapter 20: Coffee Date?

Meredith's Point-of-View

So…this is a…nice…place?" I said, looking around. I was lying. It looked like a restaurant where roaches liked to live, but the conversation was stilted at best.

"Yeah." He said.

"Do you bring a lot of dates here?" I asked. Cause that would explain so much about why he was still single.

He raised an eyebrow at me, his cockiness suddenly back. Hmmm, I think I like cocky Derek.

"Not that this is a date or anything. Cause that would be…" Awesome if there was sex involved after. Of course, I would like to see any testing he might have, or we would have to double bag the peen. "…completely weird." I laughed.

"Yeah, weird for someone like you to date someone like me." He agreed.

My smile left.

"Someone like me?" I asked.

"Yeah, a prude." He said.

Did he just call me a prude? I am not a prude.

"How am I a prude?" I asked.

"Well you run with anyone with any kind of sexual experience." He said.

"I do not. I just don't think that someone should have a black book that rivals Seattle's phone book." I retorted.

"When's the last time you had sex?" He asked.

"That is personal." I objected. A really fucking long time.

"That long, huh? Last week for me." He said.

"You are disgusting." I seethed. I did not want to hear about what blonde haired big boobed bimbo he screwed last.

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

"You asked me to come." I retorted. Oh god, I really want to cum. I have got to go get my vibrator….and some batteries. Amber said she bought some, maybe I could borrow some.

"So, I didn't twist your arm. You could have said no, get lost, beat my ass again…" He said.

"Look, Amber told you I had certain…porny…thoughts about you. I know it gave you a good laugh. I thought we could be friends, but I was wrong. We are way too different. I am going to go now." I stood up.

"Wait." He grabbed my arm. What the hell was with the damn taser bolts? "Please. This place looks like crap, but it has great food. Stay and eat something with me." I looked at him. He looked sincere.

"Okay." I sat down and grabbed the menu he handed me. We were silent.

"My family loves me." He blurted out.

"Um…okay?" I asked. Why did he feel the need to tell me that?

"I…never mind." He said, cringing.

"Tell me about them." I demanded. Talking, talking was good.

"Okay…my Ma is Carolyn Mahoney Shepherd. My father, Michael is dead, has been for thirty years. I have four sisters, Kathleen, Nancy, Mel and Amber, who you know."

"Unfortunately." I muttered.

"She means well." He told me, his eyes crinkling as he thought of her.

I nodded.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Oh…yeah. I have two sisters, who you have met, a brother in law, who you have also met, a stepmother who is awesome. Her name is Susan and she was more patient with me than I had any right."

"Your mom and dad?" He prodded.

Ugh.

"My dad, Thatcher deserted me when I was five and got me back over ten years later. My mother, and I use that term very loosely, was the great Ellis Grey. She's dead." I said bluntly.

"Not a candidate for mother of the year, huh?" He asked.

"Not hardly." I said. Understatement of the fucking year.

"It's good you had Susan then." He said.

"Yeah, she was infinitely kind, loving, and everything I had never known a mom to be. She loved me from day one. I will never be able to pay her back for all she has given me, but I will continue to try."

"I would love to meet her one day." He said.

I froze. Would I ever let that happen?

"Okay, maybe that was jumping the gun a little bit." He admitted.

Ya think? Now jumping me, I wouldn't mind so much. Ugh, what was wrong with me? My mind was never in the gutter like this.

The waitress came and took our order, while flirting shamelessly with Derek. I felt like taking my fork and shoving it into her carotid. I totally knew how.

We made small talk while we waited for our food and he was totally right. It was excellent.

"Wow, how are you still single?" I asked, biting into my cheeseburger.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"If you took a date here, I am sure she would marry you instantly by the cash register." I joked.

"I don't date." He said.

I swallowed.

"Ever?"

"No." He smiled softly at me.

Oh, so this really wasn't a date. How stupid was I? Pretty damn stupid.

"I guess that makes sense. I don't either."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Oh, well…I just…everyone usually wants me for sex. That used to be fine with me, but I want to be wanted for the whole package. I can offer a lot to someone. I am smart and kind, most of the time anyway." I smiled at him sheepishly. "I have a good job and I have a good family, now. It's just not my body, you know?"

"Yeah. I know." He looked lost in thought.

We finish dinner and I decide I want dessert. Tequila, no. Chocolate, absolutely. He orders coffee for us both and I order something called a Chocolate Eruption. Nice to know something will erupt tonight because it won't be me.

It comes and I take a bite.

"Oh God!" I moan.

Derek shifts in his seat.

"You want a bite?" I ask, my mouth full of chocolaty goodness.

"Not of the chocolate." I hear him murmur. I shrugged and dived right back in.

When I finished, I sat back and moaned in contentment.

"That was fucking amazement personified." I said.

Derek groaned and excused himself, walking funnily to the bathroom. Maybe the food didn't agree with him.

I waited for a few minutes, passing my time by practically licking my plate clean, staring at everyone in the place and glaring, okay I admit it, I totally growled, at the flirtatious waitress who came by to clear our plates. She backed away quickly. That's right bitch run away from the hot neuro god at this table.

He came back then, looking much more relaxed. Okay it was time to get shit straight.

I sighed.

"So, I know we already had this discussion once, maybe twice, but I don't know how we can be friends. I mean, you wanted to fuck me, I wanted to fuck you…" I began, before he interrupted.

"I still want to fuck you. Badly. But I know I have to take it slow with you. So, I will. But since we are laying all our cards down on the table. I will have you. Make no mistake about it. You will be mine. All of you. Your mind, your personality, your face and your body. All of you will be mine." He leaned back and pulled out his wallet. "You ready?" He asked me innocently.

I sat there frozen and unblinking. I am sure I looked like one of those mannequins at Old Navy.

"Mer?" He touched me, shocking me back to life. I swear he doubled as a defibrillator.

"Yeah? What? I'm fine." I said, jumping up.

He smiled at me knowingly.

"Good, let me walk you to your car." He said.

"Um, I actually walked here. The apartment is only two blocks away." I told him. "So good night."

"In case you haven't noticed, it is pouring down out there. Let me take you home." He said.

"No, I will be fine. Really." I told him.

Equation: Me + Derek in a enclosed space= Disaster aka getting cum all over his back seat.

My math didn't account for him looking deep into my eyes and crooning to me. Seriously, he crooned.

"I can't let you walk in this. Please let me take you home."

"Okay." I said stupidly.

Come on, would you tell him no?

I didn't think so.

So here I was in his car, my body shaking nervously like a virgin on prom night. Or how I would imagine a virgin on prom night to shake.

God knows, I wasn't a virgin on my prom night.

"Here we are." He announced.

That ride was entirely too short.

"Thanks. I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner." I told him, opening the door.

He stopped me.

"Do you want to do it again sometime?" He asked.

"As friends?" I asked.

"No, like a date." He told me.

"I thought you didn't date…ever."

"Well, I went on my first date in years tonight and I think it went really well." He replied.

I blushed. I haven't blushed…ever.

It was getting way too serious here.

"Even when you had to go to the bathroom to rub one out?" I asked.

Now he was blushing.

I totally knew it.

"You eat chocolate well." Was all he said.

"Okay, um…we can do dinner again if you want. Just dinner." I stressed to him.

"Dinner sounds…good. I will get with you about it."

"Okay. Good night Derek."

"Night Meredith."

"You can call me Mer, if you want. But if you call me snookems again, I will make sure there is nothing to rub. If you get my drift."

He laughed.

"I get it."

I closed the door and he drove off. I floated, yes I am a silly girl, into the apartment and got ready for bed.

I was almost asleep when I realized two things.

One: I forgot to go get my vibrator,

Two: I had an incoming text on my phone.

I opened it up, smiled and yes, squealed into my pillow.

It said: Can't wait to get to know the person behind the face and body. I have a feeling it will be amazing. D

Thank you baby Jesus...