Chapter 46: Gossip and A Scare
"What's with the nurses today?" frowned Meredith as she, Cristina and George were scrubbing out after a surgery while Callie Torres was finishing her part on their patient.
"They're mourning Shepherd," chuckled Cristina soaping her hands.
"Mourning?" asked Meredith cautiously. She knew Derek was universally popular, the nurses fawned over him though she never considered a nurse a threat. But now Mark Sloan spilled the beans, so they had to be extra careful around the hospital.
"Yeah, they lost him to a mysterious beauty who made him walk like a cowboy," Cristina drawled on. "Which is so unlike Shepherd."
"Why is that?" Cristina's last comment picked Meredith's interest. Hot dirty sex was a specialty of Derek's. He had the body, the fantasy and the stamina.
"Uhm, 'cause he's like that nice guy next door," shrugged Cristina. "You know the type, charming and flirting who will fix a leaking pipe or hang a picture. Good husband material and pretty boring."
Good husband material? Ugh, she never thought about that. She just plucked up the courage to say she loved him!
"He's not boring," thought Meredith loudly making Cristina's eyebrows rise up. "I mean, he's infuriating."
"Yeah, that's weird too. He doesn't hold grudges," replied Cristina.
"Are you..?" asked Meredith suspiciously.
"God, no," grimaced Cristina. "I told you he's boring, I usually go for emotionally stunted men."
"About Shepherd," Meredith returned to the subject. She was curious what a man he was before she came into the picture. It seemed that her vision of him was a bit different from the general opinion. Of course, she knew he was a nice guy, helpful and reliable, but the wild adventurous streak was as clear as day. "Isn't he like Sloan, always out and about?"
She didn't know why she thought about that now and never before. Suddenly, she felt possessive of him and wary that there might be another woman in this hospital could that stake claims for Derek Shepherd.
"You mean always in," smirked Cristina. "Nope. Apart from the fact that your friend from vagina squad domesticated the manwhore, Shepherd's charmy and flirty but he's all work. At least he was, always working for the chief position. It was quite a blow when you came over from Big Apple but… what do you care?"
"Maybe I like gossip," quipped Meredith flawlessly, not becoming any flustered at Cristina's suspicious question.
"Then, I can dish you something on O'Malley here," offered Cristina smirking at George from behind Meredith.
"Oooh, what?" grinned Meredith. Dirt on George O'Malley? Impossible!
"Nothing! There's nothing!" George shook his head in panic sending a warning glare at the cardiosurgeon.
"George here holds a secret passion for someone."
"Really? You never said anything," said Meredith. "You've been at hospital all the time. If you need an evening off-"
"I don't!"
"She works at the hospital," continued Cristina.
At that moment Callie walked out of the OR, gave George a long look and seeing that all the sinks were busy walked off to wash her hands in front of another operating room.
"You like Callie," smiled Meredith.
"No, she's… she's not the one I'm attracted to," shrugged George.
"The one, so there's a one?"
"No, there… there isn't one… There is no one," he stammered in panic. He was certain he wouldn't live this down if Dr. Grey learned he held a torch for her. On the other hand, would he have to nurse his feelings in secret forever?
Meredith was making her way through the corridor without a hurry when she felt a pair of strong arms drag her through a door. She would scream but a hand closed over her mouth. But she didn't spend the last few years in New York for nothing. She managed to slip from the attacker and move her knee in the direction of his groin. She still remembered well the agonizing look on Derek's face this morning. Speaking of Derek… She tried to stop her leg midair and this way reduced the impact on his already battered groin.
"No! Not again," he groaned.
"God, I'm sorry!" she giggled, a hand moving over her face to stifle her laughter. "How's Little Derek?"
"He's going to be fine and he's not little," he greeted and she trembled under the fire in his eyes. "I'm not so sure about your tight Little Grey!" he flipped her around roughly pinning her to the wall and pressing hard to her beck. He bit at her lobe and whispered huskily, "Brace yourself, for the punishment will be harsh…"
A tormented moan escaped her throat and she instantaneously felt wet desire pooling at her panties. She bit her lip, and Cristina Yang thought he was boring!
"So…" she panted, "how are you going to punish me, Dr. Shepherd?"
"You know that ancient rule, an eye for eye?" he asked mischievously rubbing himself against her uncontrollably. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't walk…"
"Oh, yes," her breath hitched in her chest and she bumped her ass towards him encouraging to put his words into action.
"That's for later though," he sighed releasing her hands. "I might need to recover a bit before I'm up to it... and you should go out before someone catches us again."
She giggled and went to the door.
"Meredith," he smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said and walked out with a saucy sway of her hips.