Chapter 48: Talking

Derek opened the door to his car and leaned on the door, going instantly, and painfully, hard. Meredith kept her word… She was leaned back on the back seat of the jeep, her pants down and her hand between her legs. She looked up at him with a challenge in her eyes.

He gulped heavily and uttered huskily, "You're being a bad girl again, Dr. Grey…"

"Yes… oh, yes…" she panted. "What… are you going to do… about that…?"

He glanced around cautiously and lunged himself into the car locking the door behind him. They were crazy to do that right here, so close to both the Joe's and the hospital but hell, he wasn't thinking with the right head right now.

"God…" she moaned. "I've been waiting all day for this…"

"For me to punish you?" he breathed as he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her pants all the way down.

"Yes!" she grinded her butt against his loins.

His penis was iron hard, and he wasted no time pushing into her hard.

"Oh, no!" they yelled but for entirely different reasons.

"Damn, that hurts," muttered Derek slipping from her reluctantly.

"They're coming here!" said Meredith as her vision rested out of the window where Cristina, Izzie and Alex were walking down the street laughing soundly.

"Ouch," Derek zipped his pants gingerly.

"Shut up!" whispered Meredith bringing a hand over his lips. "They might hear us!"

She took a peek through the window. The trio stumbled past and Meredith sighed with relief.

"Thank God they didn't see us," she rubbed her temples with frustration. "If they had seen us now… I wouldn't be able to face them when the truth comes out…"

He looked at her quickly with a heart beating with excitement, "When?"

"What?" asked Meredith incomprehensibly.

"You said when the truth comes out," said quickly Derek.

"Oh, I mean…" said Meredith fixing her hair, "you don't want to hide our… thing forever."

"No, I don't," he confirmed making her look at him. "If it was only my decision, we would have been in the open from the start. But we're in this together. You're being careful and I respect that."

"I'm sorry," sighed Meredith. "I'm not the kind of girl you bring to dinner at your parents'."

He chuckled seeing in his mind's eye Meredith at his mother's, surrounded by his sisters. Nancy would certainly meet her match. "Don't be, I'd wait forever for you."

"Would you?" inquired Meredith gravely. "You think it would be worth it?"

"I know so," he whispered and kissed her slowly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled embarrassedly after a couple of minutes.

"For what?" she frowned.

"I'm not exactly in shape for… you know…" he trailed off letting out a deep exasperated sigh.

"Now your male pride's hurting?" she purred into his ear and he shifted uncomfortably. "Okay, no torture. I abused you enough today. We can… talk for once…" she leaned back into the seat and stared at her hands.

"We can talk," he agreed a bit apprehensively.

"So… Cristina told me you were boring," she began.

"Okay, and that's a deal breaker?" he chuckled. "I'm kind of worried since you value her opinions so highly lately."

She rolled her eyes at him. "It just… got me thinking, because it doesn't sound like you at all! You do crazy things with me all the time. Were you a different person before my arrival? Or, I don't know… have I corrupted you?"

Derek laughed at her question but got lost in thought quickly sobering up. "I wasn't as much as a different person," he confessed. "I just… acted differently. I mean, I wasn't an ass like the first time I met you."

"Were you a nice guy next door or a good husband material?"

"I don't know where you get that stuff," he laughed. "Cristina again? I guess I was… boring in a way. I had a goal, becoming the next chief so I didn't take any risks. You said once yourself I was comfortable."

"No relationships? Flings at the workplace?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "Women check out your ass all the time."

"First, I was never a manwhore. Second, I never dated a coworker before you, it could mess with my career," he shrugged.

"It won't mess anymore," sighed Meredith.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you resent me sometimes?" she stopped beating around the bush. "I realize you can't resent me while we're having sex because the sex, we're having is great but when we're not having it…"

"You're rambling!" he laughed. "Meredith Grey, you're rambling!"

"I am not!" she huffed folding her arms across her chest.

"You were, just a minute ago," he insisted with a grin.

"Fine, I rambled!" she snapped. "I used to ramble when I was a teenager and I was practically socially inept. But I stopped to be verbally incapable and do not ramble now! Besides, we were talking about you, so don't change the subject!"

"To answer your question," he whispered bringing her close to him against her halfhearted resistance, "I do not resent you. I thank God every day that Richard picked you over me. I love you, remember that part?"

"You can love me and resent me at the same time," she argued. "It is possible."

"I'm just that generous," he quipped.

"And arrogant," remarked Meredith. "Which is another piece that doesn't exactly fit."

"I am arrogant," agreed Derek, "though life taught me some humility recently. You saved me from becoming a wreck of a man. You weren't the only one concentrated on work. And then you came and-"

"Stole your job," she cut in.

"You didn't steal anything," he shook his head. "You were better. It was your job since the moment you sent in your candidature."

She looked him deeply in the eyes and saw nothing but the sincerity.

"You made me see the world in the right proportions again," he went on.

"You're making me see it this way for the first time in my life," she bit her lip and straightened the collar of his shirt. "Derek… I don't know if I'm ready to be open with our relationship. I don't know if I can handle… everything right now. It feels safe without all of the vultures around knowing and I… don't want to lose that."

She moved back to the seat.

"What are you not telling me?" he gave her a piercing look.

"Susan Grey came to see me today," she sighed. "Thatcher's wife."

"She did?" Derek raised his eyebrows. "What did she want?

"It looked like she was extending an olive branch," sighed Meredith.

"Did you talk with her?"

"I kind of… asked her to leave me alone."

"Asked her?" Derek was sure the encounter wasn't so calm and polite.

"Okay," huffed Meredith. "I kind of told her to leave me the hell alone."

Derek laughed lightly, "That sounds more like you."

"And? That's all you've got to say?"

"Mer, I'm not going to lecture you," he waved his fingers into her soft her. "They hurt you, you don't have to talk to them if you're not ready but… I think it's worth considering. It looks like they want to make things better with you."

"Don't you think my father is the one who should be asking me for it? Not his wife?"

"Probably, maybe," he shook his head. "I can't say I've ever understood his actions. Maybe he's hurting too."

"Not more than I've been… was," she insisted. "Let's… let's move from here. My ass is starting to hurt"

"Ok, do you want me to drive you home?"

"No," she shook her head as though it was the most obvious issue in the world. "We're going to the trailer."

Derek smiled widely, "Even if Little Derek is on sick-leave?"

"Well then, Dr. Grey has to personally take care of him if he's ill," she licked her lips. "I heard massage is good for relieving pressure…"

Derek's mouth went dry while his imagination wild.

"Oh, one more thing, Der," she said with false sweetness when they got off. "Who was that woman?"

"What woman?" frowned Derek opening the door, not knowing what she was talking about.

"That slut who was throwing herself all over you in the bar!" Meredith threw away all the pretenses.

"Oh, her, I mean…" muttered Derek cringing under the malicious glint in her eyes. "She's… she's a nurse, I think."

"Oh, she's a nurse, how cozy!" she cooed. "I've heard you're friendly with the nurses."

"What?" he asked. "I don't even know her! I didn't invite her to our table, she came herself!"

She squinted at him suspiciously and the power of her regard forced him to look nowhere than into her eyes although he felt suddenly self-conscious.

"Good, because otherwise I might accidentally carry out a wrong kind of therapy for Little Derek," she nodded and got into the passenger seat.

Derek cringed and took a deep breath. But at the back of his mind wandered a very satisfying thought, Meredith was possessive of him.