Chapter 23: Caught by Him
Derek's Point-of-View
I leaned against the wall just past the hallway I had left Meredith in, placing my fingers on my tingling lips.
October 9, 2009...I kissed Meredith Grey! She didn't slap me!
I had finally done it. I had just leaned into the fear and kissed her. She had started to ramble about me just wanting sex from her. I just wanted to shut her up. Seriously, that was my only intention.
Yeah right, I just wanted my mouth to shut her up and suck her lips off. But I had refrained and instead kept it chaste.
But oh my God, it was like being electrocuted with a live wire. Who knew chaste could be hot?
I craned my head around the corner just in time to see her disappear in a hurry. I decided to follow her, at a much more leisurely pace. I couldn't let her see me do it, now could I?
She stopped in front of one of the on-call rooms, looking one way and then the other. I ducked out of sight and when I was sure the coast was clear I peeked again. She was gone. Had she gone into the room or did she decide against it? I had told her to get some sleep.
I slid up to the door and looking both ways the same way she had, I pressed my ear to the door and listened for any signs of life.
Nothing.
Hmmm, maybe she had decided to get back to work. I straightened up, disappointed.
"Hmmm…"
I furrowed my brow and looked behind me at the nurse's desk. No one there.
"Oh!"
I turned by attention back to the door to the room in front of me.
What the fuck? That was Meredith. Was she hurt?
"Shit…" Came the keening cry.
I turned the doorknob. Unlocked. I eased into the room and froze.
God. In. Heaven. Thank You So Much!
Meredith, my Meredith, was lying in one of the on call beds, pants off, eyes closed, hands in panties, fingering herself to completion.
I should go before she noticed me. She would be so pissed if she saw me.
I should go…
"Hmmm, Derek…" She moaned.
…nowhere. I am going nowhere.
"Oh God! Oh my…what the fuck?!
Huh?
I looked at her, looking at me.
Shit. I was so dead.
She scrambled to cover herself up.
"What the fuck are you doing in here? Were you seriously watching me masturbate?" She exclaimed.
"I heard noises…I thought youawere hurt. Door was unlocked and I came…I mean, I entered, I mean, shit…you said my name." I stammered.
"This shit is private! Get out!" She demanded, throwing a pillow at me.
"No. I don't want to. I want to stay here."
"And watch me get myself off?" She yelled.
"Among other things." I grinned crookedly. She glared. Okay, no joking with the horny unsatisfied woman. Okay, maybe a different approach would be better.
"Go out with me again…the day after tomorrow, after you get some sleep. We can do dinner again, maybe see a movie…go for a walk by the pier? I want to get to know you Meredith."
She looked unconvinced.
"Please. I don't do this. I am not this guy." I pleaded.
"Hmmm, it seems to me you are that guy who watches a woman get off." She retorted.
"No, I am not that guy. Okay maybe I am, but what I mean is, I am not that guy who begs a girl to want me. I don't date, I don't ask girls out for dates. You are the only one, in years. I have had one relationship and it ended badly. I don't want this to."
'To end badly?"
"No, I don't want it to end."
Her face softened just a little. She bit her lip, and I bit back a moan.
"Okay, we can go on a date. But no sex." She conceded.
I put my hands up in a defensive gesture.
"Fine. Just dinner and a movie and maybe a walk." I agreed.
"Kissing wouldn't be totally out of the question." She hinted.
I smiled widely.
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh, you know you are a good kisser. Why else would I be in here, masturbating when I should be working or sleeping for that matter." She rolled her eyes as she commented.
I smirked.
"I may have been told that once or twice." I admitted.
"So, we are doing this then?" She asked.
"Yes, we are dating." I confirmed, my brain reeling. God, what if I sucked at this?
"Okay, um…do you mind?" She asked.
"Mind what? You can ask me anything Meredith." I said eagerly.
"Great, good to know. What I was saying was do you mind…getting out? I have to get dressed." She demanded.
My smile faded.
"Why don't you just continue where you left off? I can help, or watch." I grinned devilishly.
"Derek…"
"Okay, going. Sheesh. I was just offering." I said, my tone teasingly wounded.
"Get out!" She demanded again, laughing.
"Fine." I went to the door but looked back again. "Oh, by the way, nice panties. I have a thing for black lace."
I neatly dodged the pillow that went careening at my head and slipped out the door, laughing. A nurse looked at me inquisitively.
"What were you doing in there all by yourself?" She asked coyly. "You know I could join you." She offered.
"No thanks, and I wasn't." Was all I said as I walked away.
I vaguely heard her indignant huff of outrage, but I didn't care.
Because I was dating.
She electrocuted my lips with her own.
She masturbated to thoughts of me.
She wore black panties.
Life was good.