Chapter 25: Date Night

Derek's Point-of-View

I glanced over at Meredith. She was sitting next to me in my car once again. I should have her sit in my car every day, so I don't lose her scent. I got into my car yesterday morning and I had breathed in blissfully. Everything smelled like Meredith. I almost wanted to ask her what scent she was wearing, so I could buy it and spray it all over my house like air freshener.

That wasn't weird or stalkerish. Right?

"What?" Meredith asked, a small smile on her luscious shiny lips.

"What?" I asked her confused. Oh God, I hadn't said that out loud, did I?

"You're staring and…sniffing." She pointed out.

"I'm sorry, I just…you smell…" I stammered.

"I smell?" She exclaimed; her expression horrified.

"Good! You smell good! You smell so good; I want to rub you all over my bed so it will smell the same way." I blurted out and then instantly cringed.

She blinked spastically, and her mouth was slightly agape.

"I didn't just say that." I whispered to myself.

"Yes, actually, you did." She turned and stared straight out the window her back rigid against the seat.

"I'm…I didn't mean…I know that was slightly pervy or…sorry." I stumbled over my words, again.

"Please, it's okay. Just stop talking about my…smell." She demanded.

"Scent." I corrected.

"Whatever." She said.

The rest of the ride was silent and awkward, thanks no doubt to my mouth.

"Here we are." I said, my voice saturated with relief.

"It looks nice." She said, her tone holding the same emotion as mine had.

I quickly got out of my car and rushed around to open her door. That didn't work out very well as she opened the door the same time as I did, and she narrowly missed my boys. I grunted as it hit my hip instead but thankful all the same. My manhood was swollen and blue as it was, it didn't need any help.

"Crap!" She exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth in shock or trying to hide her laughter. Judging the glint in her eyes, I would assume the latter. "I'm so sorry." She told me.

"Hmm hmmm." I murmured, my tone disbelieving. I extended my hand out for her.

She bit her lip and accepted my outstretched hand. I sucked in a breath at the electricity pulsating through her hand to mine. I helped her out of the car and we just stood there, our eyes meeting and I knew, I knew, she felt it too. I could have stood there forever getting lost in her beautiful expressive eyes.

"Ahem."

I was interrupted from my reverie with someone's throat clearing. I still didn't move. Finally, Meredith broke away from our mutual gaze and focused on the rude, soon to be dead, person behind us. I followed suit, glaring daggers at the young man.

"Excuse me, I just needed to park your car?" The nervous valet attendant said unsurely. I wondered why. Oh yeah, I looked homicidal.

Meredith smiled, and he was instantly stupefied. Yeah, I knew the feeling buddy.

I felt her nudge me and I looked at her in question.

"Keys?" She said pointedly.

I gave them over to the valet dude with a sigh. He didn't even acknowledge my presence; he was too busy looking at Meredith or Meredith's ass as she was bending over into the car to get her purse I presumed.

"Mine." I hissed.

Valet dude's eyes snapped up to mine and he instantly backed up away from me.

"Okay, are we ready to go now?" I asked, irritated.

Meredith looked at me, partly hurt, partly angry. I gently grabbed her arm and practically drug her away from the prying and lustful eyes of that juvenile delinquent.

When we got into the restaurant, she wrenched her arm away from my now slack grip. Her expression was mutinous, and I sighed.

This was not the way I had seen it going tonight. I was normally a very suave and charming individual, but every time I was around her, I became a stumbling, rambling dictator.

Meredith's Point-of-View

What the hell was up with him? One minute he is so sweet, barely able to form a word when he saw me, brushing my hair out of my face, opening my car door for me to telling me I smell, backtracking to telling me I smell good and he wants me to rub all over his bed (to that I say, WTF), glaring daggers at the poor valet attendant, hissing 'Mine' (yes, I had heard that) and then practically dragging me away from him.

And to make things worse, the hostess was drooling all over him. Seriously they need to put a Wet Floor sign up in case someone slipped from all the spittle coming out of her mouth.

He did look good, dressed in blue jeans, white shirt under a maroon pullover, with the white shirt tails hanging out, his hair tousled from him running his fingers through it, hair I would like to run my fingers through…ugh, now I am drooling. But I caught mine before it added to the puddle by my foot.

The hostess finally led the way to our table…outside? In October? In Seattle? Was he an idiot? I felt slightly bad when I saw the heaters situated in the little outside nook. Okay he was still an idiot but he picked a good restaurant.

I went to sit down and he quickly pulled my chair out for me, pulling it out too far, almost making me fall on my ass. I quickly righted myself and glared at him while he stared back, horrified. I jerked the chair from him and sat down, throwing my purse on the ground beside it. He went around to his chair and sat down.

"Would you like to see our wine list?" The hostess asked, focusing all of her attention on Derek. Could the bitch not see he was on a date? Such as it was…

"Yes." I said immediately. Alcohol would help immensely. "You got Tequila?" I asked hopefully.

"Er…yes." The hostess said. "I will bring you a shot."

"A bottle." I corrected.

"O..kay." She said. She turned back to Derek. "And for you sir?" She asked.

"Just water for me, thanks." He said, eyeing me.

She reluctantly peeled herself away to go get my emotional crutch. Tequila and I were really good friends.

I stared at my hands, the pretty fountain that I prayed I wouldn't take a swim in later as I became inebriated, the tiles, the trees…basically everywhere and anywhere but him. The silence was stifling. Finally, a waiter brought our drinks to us.

I immediately poured a shot and downed it.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" I heard Derek ask.

"Probably not, but I need…" I trailed off.

"You need what?" He prompted.

I pushed aside Jose and leaned forward over the table.

"What is wrong with you tonight?" I hissed.

He pushed a hand through his hair.

"You make me nervous." He admitted.

"Come again?" I asked.

"This rambling, stumbling, idiotic jackass you see before you, not me. I am usually confident and fluent in my words and charming, but with you…" He sighed. "I'm a moron around you."

Oh.

OH.

"I didn't realize."

"Of course not, this is the only me you have really seen. Haven't you ever wondered how I got women if I acted like that?"

I bit my lip.

"It had occurred to me." I admitted. "Why do I make you…moronic?" I asked.

"Look at you. You are gorgeous." He said.

"So, all the other woman you have slept with are dogs?" I asked, confused.

"No! When I looked at you, I felt something I had never felt before and at first, I passed it off as sexual tension, but then it was something…more. I had to know you and that has never happened before." He admitted.

"You told me that. Look, let's just be us tonight. No expectations, no trying to impress me, no possessive gestures." I looked at him knowingly.

"You heard that huh?" He asked, looking sheepish.

"Yes, I have excellent, hearing Derek."

"So, you have superhuman hearing and Lexie has a photographic memory. What does Molly have?'

"The ability to not kill us." I told him, smiling.

"Let's play a game." He suddenly suggested.

"I am not playing Hide the Salami." I told him sternly.

"No…though that is a game to ponder later. I was talking about twenty questions or a variation of it. One of us will ask a question and both will answer."

"Oh. Okay."

"I'll go first. Favorite color?" He asked.

"Blue." I said instantly, looking at his eyes. Up until a few days ago my favorite color had been lavender. "Yours?"

"Blue also, but not a light blue, indigo."

"Um…favorite flavor ice cream?" I asked.

"Coffee."

I made a face.

"That is a drink not an ice cream flavor. Strawberry."

"Favorite book?" He asked.

"Twilight Saga. I like all of them, but Eclipse is my favorite."

"The vampire books?" I nodded. He rolled his eyes. "The Sun Also Rises." He said.

"Favorite pastime?"

"Fishing." He said.

"I will eat them, not catch them. Playing with Laura."

"Yeah, she is one cute little girl. Favorite childhood memory?" He asked.

I looked down at the table.

"I don't have one."

"Meredith everyone has a childhood memory." He rebutted.

"Okay, do you want to know about the verbal abuse or the leaving me alone when I was eight for two days without no way to fend for myself because my mother forgot the nanny was out of town? I was sixteen when she died, and my childhood was over long before then." I told him.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It made me what I am today. What is yours?"

He looked torn.

"Derek, it is okay that you had a great family life. I really want to know."

"My dad used to take me, just me, with him to the Yankee ball games. We struggled financially sometimes, but he made sure he always had tickets for our male bonding time as he called it. We lived with five women, so it was really important. It stopped when he was killed."

"Well this night just went from bad to worse, huh?" I asked.

"Favorite drink?" He asked.

I looked pointedly at the bottle to my right.

"Oh, yeah." He said, chuckling.

"Well, what's your poison?" I asked.

"Double scotch, single malt." He informed me. "Favorite breakfast food?"

"Cold pizza…ooh, or leftover grilled cheese." I told him.

"That is just disgusting. A good day starts with a good breakfast."

"Yeah…thanks Mom." I said sarcastically.

He laughed.

"We could get breakfast one day before work, if you want to." He suggested.

"You think I am going to go out with a stumbling, mumbling, fumbling moronic idiot again?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"Yes, I do." He said, some of his aforementioned confidence and charm drifting through.

"Yeah, I think you're right." I admitted softly.

Derek's Point-of-View

I put the car in park, and I switched off the engine. The date, once we had salvaged it, had gone well for the rest of the night. There was still the occasional uncomfortable moment but all in all, a success. We even had tentative plans for Monday morning.

"Well…" She said.

"I had…" I started.

We laughed a little and turned to face each other in my car.

"You first." She said, biting her lip.

"I had a really good time tonight Meredith. I know it started awkwardly, but it was by far the best date I have ever had."

"I had a good time too." She assured me.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" I asked.

She moaned and pulled me to her. "I thought you would never ask." She said, slamming her lips on mine.

Oh God. Yesterday's kiss had been all slow movements and gentleness.

This kiss. This kiss was gnashing teeth, grunts, groans, moans, and tongue. Lots and lots of tongue. Her fingers were twisted into the hair on the nape of my neck and they alternated between scratching and yanking, so I was either purring or hissing, but both were fuckhot. I pulled her closer to me.

"Ow, ow, ow!" She exclaimed.

I pulled back reluctantly, panting. "What?" I asked.

"Console." She explained.

"Right." I corrected that by pulling her over said console and having her straddle me.

Oh yes, this was MUCH better. Or so I thought, until she arched her back as I nibbled on her neck.

HONK!

Shit! I looked at Meredith, frustrated and saw her laughing silently. I began laughing with her.

"We are obviously not teenagers anymore." She admitted.

"Obviously." I agreed. "We should take this inside."

"No, I think that is enough making out for tonight. It was good making out." She said.

No. I whined internally.

"We are good maker outers." I agreed instead.

I moved back to kiss her.

"Do you mind moving this tail wagon? You're in my parking spot."

Meredith's Point-of-View

Oh. My. God. This was humiliating on so many levels. I was just caught straddling my boss in front of the General Surgery Attending, otherwise known as Dr. Miranda Bailey, aka The Nazi. I haven't had any run ins with her as I was Neuro and she was General but still, fucking embarrassing.

"Of course." I squeaked out, trying to move from my perch on Derek's lap but all that succeeded in doing was making Little Derek, or Big Derek, sit up more and really take notice. "Um…a little help here." I hissed at Derek.

Derek responded by pulling me closer and smirking at Dr. Bailey.

"How are you Miranda?" He asked nonchalantly as if he didn't have a woman straddling his enormous erection in the front seat of his car.

She just raised an eyebrow at him and peered closer at me. I winced under her scrutiny.

"Have you made him get tested? There are no telling what diseases he is harvesting. Once there was this breakout of syphilis and we haven't discovered who started it, but I have my theories." She informed me.

I threw a disgusted look at Derek.

"I didn't even work here then!" He protested loudly. He looked at me. "I didn't work here then, I swear." He threw a mean look at Bailey.

"Just move your car." She demanded as she smugly strolled off.

"Let me out of this car." I told him, raising off of him.

"No, get back here and let's finish what we started." He said, pulling me back to him.

"No! I don't put out on the first date." I told him.

"Well, this is technically our second date." He teased. I threw him a stern look. "No? Okay worth a try." He opened his door and I extracted myself clumsily off of him and straightened up. He stiffly got out with me. I extended my hand and he took it and we walked up to the apartment building entrance.

Well, I walked, he…shuffled. I bit back a laugh.

"Well, this is me." I told him jokingly.

"Nice place." He said playing along.

"Well, I will see you tomorrow. Thank you, Derek, for a mostly lovely evening." I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He nodded, his eyes shining.

I walked away and let myself in and then when I was out of sight, I leaned against the wall, knowing my eyes mirrored his.

How do you think the date went?