It was finally Monday. The whole weekend had been much of a blur and it was just turning 8am on Monday morning. Meredith hadn't even been home. Trauma after trauma just kept on coming in after they'd been paged into the hospital. She'd sobered up quickly and had soon joined her colleagues in saving the lives of the many patients. It's like the world was laughing at her for trying to get involved with someone. The most she'd even seen of Derek since Saturday night was from across the room, and it had only been for a moment or two.
Really, she should be going home. If she'd been any other attending, she'd be going home. If her mother were here and she wasn't stuck running this damn hospital, she'd be at home, in bed. Or at least, she'd be off travelling elsewhere after spending the night in her own bed rather than the hour she'd managed to grab in an on call room.
She ran her fingers through her hair one more time, looking out at the early morning sun that had started to rise. There was less than ten minutes before the department heads were due in for the morning briefing, although she didn't expect too many of them to actually show. She should've just cancelled it. She didn't even want to be there. But she was.
The coffee had been made, donuts and danishes delivered fresh from down the street, and she sat in the chair at the head of the table in the conference room, waiting. Her own coffee sat on the table in front of her, her fingers tapping against the side of the paper cut as she willed herself not to fall asleep in the chair. The door opened and she sat up in the chair a little more, looking to see who had walked in.
"You look like crap," Cristina said, grabbing a pastry and sitting in one of the chairs close to Meredith.
"I look better than you," she rolled her eyes at her friend, "What are you doing in here anyway? You're not head of cardio."
"You could change that you know," Cristina half-joked, "I've been sent in place of my boss. He's gone home to sleep," she shrugged.
"Interesting," she said with a raised eyebrow, "Make yourself comfortable then."
"So… you looked nice on Saturday night, all dressed up. You know who else looked all nice and dressed up? Shepherd," Cristina said with a smirk.
"Now is really not the time," Meredith frowned slightly, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well did you guys… you know? Finally release all that sexual tension?" Cristina continued.
"We didn't exactly get time to… It didn't happen okay, and it probably won't happen. He's clearly the relationship, chase them down, make them swoon kind of… relationshippy type of guy. That's not what I need. Not what I want. I just need fun, casual. He's hardly the type of guy who could stick to that kind of arrangement, as much as he says he could, it just isn't going to happen and I- "
She quickly stopped her rambling as the door opened again, and she could hear Cristina's stifled laugh as Derek walked in, followed by Dr Sloan, who she hadn't even properly spoken to since she had done her talk two weeks ago. It would figure his best friend would look almost as good as he does, not better, but still… easy on the eyes.
"Good morning Dr Grey, Dr Yang," he said with a nod looking over the donuts and pastries set in the middle of the conference room table, "Breakfast?"
"Yeah," she nodded, gesturing towards the food, "Help yourselves."
"Don't mind if I do," Sloan said with a grin, grabbing himself a pastry before sitting at the far end of the table.
"That's very… generous of you," Derek said with a raised eyebrow that unnerved Meredith slightly.
"He's got a point, Mer. Your mom would never… people might start getting used to this and they might make you stay here," she chuckled.
"Oh," Meredith frowned a little, drinking her coffee.
"Anyway, as I was saying," Cristina said as she finished of her donut, "When you eat a donut, you don't think about how the donut feels. You just eat the donut."
"Cris… Dr Yang!" She scolded, coughing slightly on her coffee, and ignoring the chuckles from the two men in the room.
"Fine, we'll talk about it later," Cristina groaned as Meredith glowered at her, more doctors joining them in the room for the meeting.
Meredith composed herself a moment, standing up and turning around and looking out the floor length window a moment as she finished the rest of her coffee. She just needed to get through these next thirty minutes and then she could hide in her office from everyone, bury herself in work. She took a breath before turning around, taking a seat at the head of the table.
"Right, I know it's been a long weekend for a lot of us, so let's get this started and we can get on with our days."
The meeting was finally over, and her head was starting to pound slightly as she escaped the room, leaving the other attendings behind as she made her way back to her office, partially aware that someone was following behind her. She didn't dare to look back as she approached the office, not ready to deal with who ever it was. They, however, were pretty adamant. As always.
She opened the door to the office, feeling his hand gently press against the small of her back as he followed her inside and she felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat. Nervous. She felt nervous and she didn't even know why. Meredith Grey didn't get nervous.
"Hectic weekend," he murmured as the door closed behind them, his fingers gently moving her hair to expose her neck.
"You can't be here," she breathed softly.
"And why's that?" He spoke softly as his lips moved over the skin of her neck. He stood behind her still, his arm sliding around her waist and pulling her back against him gently.
"Because… work… job," she managed to speak, barely, as she let herself relax back against him, too tired to try and push him away right now as his lips travelled to just below her ear.
"Sounds convincing," he chuckled softly, "have you even slept at all this weekend?"
"I'll sleep when I'm dead," she said with a roll of her eyes, but also fighting back a yawn and covering her hand over her mouth.
"Or you could take a nap now," he said, pulling his arm back as she moved toward the desk.
"I can't, maybe later," she said with a shrug, sitting down on the chair.
"You look like you might fall asleep at your desk," he said, moving to lean against the desk beside her.
"Are you saying I look like crap?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she logged on to her laptop.
"Never," he grinned, reaching to brush her hair behind her ear.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, her bottom lip capturing between her teeth as she looked up at him.
"Well, I was going to try and get you to come and take a nap with me."
"I can't, I have calls and meetings…" she sighed softly, looking back at her laptop screen, "Don't you have patients, Dr Shepherd?"
"Rearranged my schedule so I don't work over my hours and accidentally kill a patient, figured you wouldn't need that extra paperwork," he shrugged.
"How thoughtful of you," she muttered slightly, reading through her emails she hadn't managed to check since Friday night.
"I feel like you're about to kick me out," he frowned slightly.
"Hm?" She looked up at him briefly before back at the computer, opening an email from her mother.
Her eyes scanned over the email even though she could still feel Derek's eyes on her. Damn. She knew this as going to end up happening. She groaned softly and closed the laptop, that was the last thing she needed him reading over her shoulder. She crossed her arms and lowered her forehead on them, trying to ignore Derek's gaze still on her.
"Everything okay?" He asked, his hand resting on her shoulder.
"You need to go, I have calls, and meetings," she sighed as she stood up, shrugging his hand off her shoulder.
"I was hoping we could rearrange Saturday night," he said, approaching her as she moved toward the door.
"I don't.." she bit her lip slightly, turning to look at him, her back to the closed door.
"You don't…?" His voice lowered slightly as he approached her, his fingers sliding into her hair as he lifted her face to look at him.
"I.." she blinked a moment, unable to think with him standing so close to her, the fire from Saturday night re-igniting her exhausted body, her words escaping her in a small voice, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"You've said that before," he murmured, angling his lips toward hers, backing her up against the door.
"It's really, really not a good idea," she breathed, her heart racing at his proximity.
"Hmm, you keep saying that, but," his words cut off as he pressed his lips to hers, gently at first.
As his lips made contact with hers, the urgency ran through her body and she pressed herself forward against him her fingers gripping between his curls. Her lips parted against his, allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth, a slight main escaping from her against his mouth. His free hand moved down to her lower back, holding her against him more firmly a moment before sliding his hand down to her ass, squeezing gently and eliciting another moan from her as she felt him hard against her. His hand squeezed her ass one more time over the black dress pants she wore before sliding up the back of her blouse, over her bare skin, his lips moving to kiss her jaw. At this point, she was completely gone. He could do anything he wanted to her and she would let him. She wanted this. His touch, his lips… she wanted this.
"Let me show you how good of an idea this is," he growled softly, his lips moving to her neck with soft bites, his tongue darting out after each one.
"Oh," she gasped, running her fingers through his hair.
His fingers quickly unbuttoned her blouse, a soft groan emanating from him as his hands brushed over her breasts, settling at her waist, and pressing her back against the door as he slowly pressed kisses over her breasts and down the valley between them. Her fingers gripped his hair a little tighter as his lips moved back up to hers, locking them together, soft moans escaping her as his hips pressed hard against hers, pinning her against the door.
The sound of a loud beeping interrupted them, and Derek groaned against her lips, keeping one hand on her waist as he looked down at her pager. He turned off the noise before pressing another quick kiss to her slightly pouted lips.
"I have to go, but I promise I'll be back," he murmured, pressing another lingering kiss to her lips.
"I'll be… here," she breathed, stepping away from the door and fastening her blouse, her brain fuzzy and barely able to comprehend what was going on.
He gave her one last grin before he left the office, closing the door behind himself. She smoothed out her blouse and took a deep breath as she somehow made it back to the chat behind her desk, sitting down, feeling more tired than she had before. She leant forward, her elbows on the desk as her fingers ran through her hair, releasing a deep sigh. It was pretty clear she couldn't fight this now.