Chapter 59: Date Night
"Hey, what's up?" Nurse Kristie joined a giggling group of her colleagues by the counter at the nurses' station.
"Shhh!" Nurse Debbie put a finger over her lips and pointed at a row of seats with her head, "You'll wake him!"
Kristie surreptitiously looked up in the given direction and melted at the sight. She cooed dreamily cocking her head, "Awwww, he looks so cute!"
"You're an idiot," snorted Pam. "He's not cute, he's sexy!"
"Yeah, it must be heaven to fall asleep and wake up beside a piece of man like that," added Nikki.
The ladies let out a collective sigh studying the form of the sleeping doctor that dozed off in the seat in the lobby. His head slumped on his shoulder and his mouth was slightly agape. A bouquet of red roses on the chair beside him screamed date.
"Where's the Chief?" asked Kristie. "Doesn't she know her stud is lying all unconscious and defenseless and ready to be snatched by some horny female?"
"Trust me, if she got wind of some female creeping up on him, she'd be here in no time with the sharpest scalpel ready to strike," argued Nurse Liz, the oldest of them.
"Even the Horse understood that," snickered Debbie referring to Gretchen Miles. The visiting doctor came to be known publicly, and unknowingly to herself, as the Horse when one of the male residents called her Black Beauty due to her rich mane of dark hair, the name that quickly derogated to "Horse". The loyal hospital community clearly wasn't content with the intruder; she dared to reach her sticky fingers for something that wasn't hers, something belonging solely to Chief Grey.
"I don't know about that," said Liz disbelievingly. "I think she's binding her time."
"She can bind as much as she wants," shrugged Nikki. "She stands no chance; he's off the market."
"Until Dr. Grey gets bored of him," remarked loftily Kristie.
"You've got to have your eyes tested or what?" snapped Pam scowling at her colleague. "It's clear as day that they're so in love! The Chief doesn't even bitch that much anymore!"
"Of course, she doesn't," Debbie rolled her eyes. "Would you complain if he stuck his-"
"Debs!" Pam swatted her friend lightly.
"I'm just saying," Debbie shrugged her shoulders innocently. "No wonder he's so exhausted he falls asleep whenever he can, she probably rides him all the time!"
"Shut up, she's coming!" Nikki ushered them to stay quiet.
"I bet she is," muttered Debbie with a smile.
Meredith quickly closed the safe and made sure it was locked. Her eyes swept over the office feverishly. She made Derek wait long enough, she didn't want to take any chances of forgetting to do something important and getting back to work in the middle of their second official date. Last week they went for a dinner to a fancy restaurant, the best in Seattle. It was fun, especially watching Derek squirm when she was teasing him wither foot under the table while surrounded by the city's snobs.
Today they were going more informal. Meredith smiled at the thought of what she planned for Derek. She walked out of her office turning the key in the lock, passed Patricia's now empty workplace and onto the corridor, when she experienced an annoying sense of déjà vu.
Lexie rose from one of the seats lining the wall, with a hopeful smile. Meredith groaned inwardly, why couldn't she give it a rest? She was treating her with the utmost coldness, she was dismissing her constantly, yet Lexie didn't seem to mind relentlessly trying to chat with her, all polite and smiling.
Meredith couldn't decide what was more irritating, the perky attitude or the fact that the brunette turned out to be the most promising intern of the bunch admitted this year. Apparently, she was an attending's dream of an intern though no one really sang any praises in Meredith's presence.
The appearance of Lexie Grey at the hospital and her blood ties to Meredith sent another shockwave through already buzzing corridors of Seattle Grace, but it was a short lasting one. Ellis Grey's visit and her cold relations with her daughter were still fresh in everyone's memory so the strained relationship between sisters didn't take anyone by surprise, that just how it was in families of geniuses. Anyway, the MerDer romance was more exciting.
"Dr. Grey," Lexie knew well enough to keep the cautious distance. "I've been waiting for you to finish work so maybe… we could… talk…"
"Dr. Grey," started Meredith tiredly. "Yes, I've just finished work, what does that tell you? I assure you I'm not going to waste my precious private time off chatting with you. And I would appreciate if you ceased to cross the professional line."
"But you're my sister," argued Lexie. "And you're my boss, but the fact that you're my sister is so much more important. You're my older sister!"
"Oh, please," snorted Meredith. "We don't know each other."
"Maybe, but I know I've wanted to know you since Dad told us about you. I have Molly, but she's totally into different things and you… you are my older sister and you're cool… you rock!"
Meredith gave her a long look and said quietly, "Like I said, you don't know me. Goodnight, Dr. Grey."
Lexie possessed a trait of character that might be a nuisance for a surgeon after all, childlike naïveté.
Meredith made her way to the lobby, her meeting point with Derek, trying to digest Lexie's words until her eyes rested on the adorable sight that pushed everything that didn't involve a certain blue-eyed neurosurgeon out of her mind.
Her heart skipped a beat seeing how endearing he looked sleeping peacefully, sprawled on a chair. She was so late he fell asleep, unforgivable on her part. She slowed her step, careful not to make too much noise with her heels and wondered how to wake him up. Damn nurses were occupying the counter like a trench during a war, all the time pretending not to pay any attention to her actions. Yeah, right… Screw them!
As she drew nearer, she spotted red flowers resting on the seat beside him. Wasn't Derek the most thoughtful boyfriend in the world? She tiptoed closer and picked up the bouquet pulling on of the roses from the bunch. She teased his bumpy nose with the silky petals. It twitched but he remained otherwise unmoved. With a tender smile, Meredith brushed the flower gently over his face again. This time Derek moved his head, let out a sleepy huff and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw being her wide grin.
"Mer, I'm sorry," he breathed out, blinking his eyes rapidly to ban the drowsiness. "I… can't believe I fell asleep here..."
"I can," she sat down beside him and caressed his cheek with her thumb. "The trial takes up a lot of your time and effort. We can go out some other time, you know?"
"No, absolutely not," he protested wildly with a smile. "You're… half an hour late and now you've got the audacity to bail on me?"
"I do not!" she denied indignantly.
"Then let's get a move on," he smiled cocking his head as he stood up and offered her a hand. "What do you have in mind, Dr. Grey?"
Her eyes glided greedily over his tall form. His hair carefully styled into a misbehaved wave, a neat shirt peeking from underneath his indigo sweater. She wanted to eat him.
"Something you'll enjoy…"
"Damn it, I hate these little things," grumbled Meredith rummaging through her small purse for her cell that was ringing louder and louder.
The movie was about to start in fifteen minutes, Derek took the time to study the posters with a skeptical frown reading the banner that announced "Horror Week"… Huh…
"What are we watching?" he asked half-heartedly glancing at other people awaiting the screening, a guy in thick glasses giving the impression of being a movie geek and a couple of teenage nerds…
"It's only Addison…" muttered Meredith and looked up at him distractedly, "The film… uh, The people under the stairs…"
Derek cocked his eyebrows indifferently, never heard of it. He got back to the posters and read the summary.
The People Under the Stairs
Fight for Survival
Thirteen-year-old Fool celebrates his birthday in an unusual way. With two of his friends, he sneaks into a house of their rich neighbors. They quickly learn that their hosts are a pair of cannibals and psychopaths. The boys fall into a trap…
"Er, sounds… interesting?" he mumbled. "Didn't know you liked horrors…?"
She only shrugged with a mysterious smile on her lips, almost laughing out loud at his doubtful face.
Soon they were let inside along with five other viewers. Meredith tugged at his hand, "No, not here, too close… perfect!" She pulled him to the most isolated row and sat down, instantly devouring their popcorn.
"So, you took me here deliberately so I could sleep?" he joked twenty minutes into the movie.
She giggled madly; her mouth full of popcorn. The movie was ridiculous, but that was not why she dragged him to the cinema. "Nope, watch on and stop cracking jokes. You're not supposed to make fun while watching a scary movie."
"All correct, except that is not a scary movie," he quipped. "You yelling at interns is more scary than this."
She shushed him stifling her hilarity and slapped his thigh. That, however, seemed to give him another idea. He put an arm around her and asked into her ear, "Are you cold? Because if you were, it could give me an excellent opportunity to feel you up. That's why we're here, aren't we?"
"You're getting warmer…"
A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as her hot breath fanned his pulse point. "Only… I will be the one to do the feeling up… Oops!" The popcorn box fidgeted in her hands and as a result, the content spilled all over Derek's lap.
"My bad," she purred, and he saw her hand dive down blindly after the white dots. "I'll get it off for you, shall I?"
He swallowed audibly though the sound drowned into the terrified screams of other viewers. He felt his cock growing instantaneously hard.
"Meredith…" he panted as her hand wandered methodically over his middle, brushing off the popcorn but avoiding the place he wanted her the most. His girlfriend was wicked, purely, evilly, deliciously wicked…
"You're so wicked…" he breathed out and immediately regretted his words as Meredith stilled her movement.
"You're calling me wicked?" she asked coyly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, hearing the sexual undertones in her voice. He knew she was going to play dirty…
"I'm so good and helpful to you, Dr. Shepherd," she whispered. "And you're calling me bad… Look, I can even brush the salt from your clothes…"
She moved her hand going straight for the target this time, rubbing roughly his groin…
"Am I bad?" she asked grazing his neck with her teeth.
"Good," he gasped. "So good."
"Or maybe, I am a bit wicked," she confessed sinking to her knees and prying his legs open. "Because… I've been wet all evening thinking what I am going to do to you…"
Derek was literally hammered into his seat. "What… are… you going to do…"
"Can't you guess, Dr. Shepherd?" she snickered, and her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.
"Meredith," he breathed out a warning stilling her fingers, effectively squashing his groin, "Damn…" he breathed with difficulty. "We're in… the cinema… people… here…"
"Relax, Der," she whispered seductively slapping his hands away. "It's dark, no one will see… Sit back… and enjoy the movie…"
"Oh shit," he muttered out. Hell, he was not going to relax, he was all tense and to tell the truth a bit apprehensive at doing this in an indoor public place but as Meredith exposed his penis to the cool air and flicked her thumb over the tip smearing the precum around his thick shaft, every attempt at rational thinking flew out of the window. What could he say? He lost all sense of control around her. She drove him wild and unrestrained… She changed him that way, she changed him into… a bad boy that enjoyed blowjobs at the movies.
He didn't see her ministrations in the obscurity, but he could imagine how her extremely gifted nimble fingers looked working him up, caressing his cock from the tip to the base. He felt her other hand sneaking to cup and play with his tightened balls.
His head thrashed back, his eyes rolling inside his skull and he muffled a moan. He was going to lose it and fast; the tension in his body was starting to be unbearable thanks to her grip on his length. But then he reached an even greater pleasure as Meredith enveloped his twitching cock into her warm and so very wet mouth. She deep throated him languidly and then pulled slightly away grazing his burning skin with her teeth. But she was back in no time, suckling on him hungrily. He bit his lips to remain silent but Meredith seeing his face illuminated by the screen said breathlessly, "Scream as much as you want, love… no one will notice…"
That was too much for his incredibly rigid cock. His hips bucked into her and he let his release explode inside her mouth.
"Yes! Yes!" he roared violently riding his orgasm. In the diffused light, Meredith watched the pleasure playing on his face as she took all he had to give and lapped her tongue around him meticulously to lick him clean.
His breathing was still labored as she tucked his soft penis inside his boxers and zipped his pants. She crouched back on her seat and he wiped the slight sweat he built on his brow.
"You could've given us away," she giggled snuggling against him under his arm.
"You told me to scream yourself," he pointed out breathlessly.
"Yeah, but there was that scene when a guy covered in blood set up a dog at some kid and you were the only one shouting yes, yes!" she mocked him.
He rolled his eyes only to close them back in postorgasmic bliss, "Right now, I don't give a damn if it eats him alive."
She chuckled and pulled at his arm, "Let's get out of here."
"You don't want to stay and watch?" he snorted following her in the dark.
"The place served its purpose," she shrugged.
Right before they reached the exit they bumped into a security guard.
"We've heard there was some inappropriate behavior in the theater," he said firmly blocking their way.
Derek groaned inwardly. Great, first they were caught by the police and now this. He was on the best way to become a sex offender.
"Yes, we've heard!" Meredith's voice was haughty and incredulous. "It's utterly disgusting! We'll never come here again!"
She pushed the guard aside dragging Derek behind her. They walked fast until they were at a safe distance from the building where they burst out laughing.
"You're dangerous to be with," he chuckled and let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Nope, just horny," she quipped and hooked her hands around his neck. "And that's… because of you," she brushed her lips against his.
"I have to disagree," he looked at her through his half-closed lids. "I'm pretty sure I've had more sex in the few months with you than in all previous years put together."
"If you're a good boy, you'll get some more tonight," she promised cocking her head. "But now, we need to hail a cab, I'm starving."
"I like it, very cozy," said Derek after they installed themselves in a booth in a small Italian restaurant. It was indeed very cozy, they were both pressed together side to side and his arm rested assuredly around her shoulders, his fingers playing absentmindedly with her hair.
"Just don't get any ideas," she warned him with a smile.
"What ideas?" he asked her raising his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitching as he did so.
"Dirty," she answered resolutely. "You've got dirty written all over your face."
"If I have, that's because you wrote it," he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against the side of her face.
"No fooling around here," she shook her head though her skin was beginning to warm up under his attention. "I'd like to come back here sometime."
"So, you can torture me whenever and wherever you want but I can't pay you back?" he whined. "So not fair!"
"Yup, it's called life," she smiled smugly. "Ooh, our food! Or at least," she added eyeing the plate the waitress placed in front of him, "mine is food, yours is some green crap."
"At least it's healthy crap," he bit back, "which won't clog my arteries with cholesterol. You know, I'll never understand why a doctor such as you is so eager to ruin her health."
"Don't try to understand me," she smiled and let out a tiny moan of appreciation tasting her lasagna. "I'm more complicated than a tumor in the temporal lobe."
Derek laughed and shook his head at their banter. They fell in a small comfortable silence until he noticed in her movements a slight change of mood.
"Mer," he said quietly looking at her intently.
She lifted her eyes from her food and locked them in his. "Lexie cornered me when I was on my way to meet you."
He nodded frowning slightly waiting for her to continue.
"It's just confusing, you know?" she scrunched her face.
"What is?" he prompted.
"She told me she wanted to know me," Meredith jabbed her lasagna absent-mindedly.
"Really?" It didn't astonish Derek all that much, not that he felt it was safe to present a stronger opinion about Lexie to Meredith, but her sister seemed a nice person.
"She told me… she told me that I was cool, and I rocked," Meredith rolled her eyes.
"Well, I think she's right," he sent her a little smile, "and sincere."
"I don't know… it's confusing…" she sighed deeply. "What she does is confusing to me. I wish she stopped."
"Why do you think it's confusing?" asked further Derek. "I think she really wants to get closer to you."
"It's infuriating," Meredith bit her lips. "It makes me… unhate her."
"It might be good," he proposed gently. "I've heard hatred is an exhausting emotion."
"It makes me feel like a childish, immature, selfish bitch," Meredith grumbled on.
"You're not," Derek stated firmly. "You can't blame yourself for feeling hurt and a little cautious towards your family. Do you feel like… you might want to know her better?" he asked carefully.
"I don't know," she shook her head violently. "No, not… not now… I…"
"It's okay," he whispered placing his hand soothingly over hers. "I'm here."
He looked at her reassuringly. He adored how Meredith turned to him these days, she could tell him everything and… she didn't realize it. She was a highflyer, an achiever, always pushing for more; no wonder she didn't notice how much they accomplished during those seven months since she waltzed into his life in her high heeled shoes. But he did notice, and it made all different kinds of happy thoughts swirl in his mind or get excited seeing an advertisement of jewelry… They were official for only about three weeks but in reality, their relationship lasted much longer, so it wouldn't be completely preposterous or ridiculously early to consider…
"Derek?" she eyed him quizzically cocking her head from side to side.
"It's… it's nothing," he stammered continuing to smile at her when she dropped her suspicious gaze to her plate. "I… I meant to tell you that you can take your time with your biological family; you have other people that care for you."
"Yeah, I know," Meredith nodded with a bright smile. "You… Addie… speaking of Addie, I think she'll be moving out soon."
"Will she?" asked Derek, somewhat surprised. "Why?"
"Well," Meredith shook her glass gently watching the wine rock from side to side. "We weren't really supposed to live together when we came to Seattle, only… the force of the habit was stronger, I guess, we've shared a house since college. Addie has been on the lookout for a good deal though and now, I think is the time. She's with Mark, I have you… and we have an empty house for ourselves tonight," she smiled coyly.
Meredith switched off the night lamp and listlessly slid under the covers next to Derek who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed. However, Meredith's appearance seemed to trigger an immediate response as Derek scooped closer, pressing against her, his lips automatically landing on her neck. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, and they got back home and got ready for bed in a sweet domestic pace.
"I thought you were asleep," she breathed erratically as his hand mischievously crept over her thigh under nightie, caressing her smooth stomach to finally palm her ample breast.
"I am… very awake," he assured pronouncing his statement by rubbing his erection against her thigh.
She giggled feeling the wetness in her core returning. She would be lying saying that she didn't want him to pay back for the favor she did him at the movies. But the good-girlfriend part of her said half-heartedly, "You were dead on your feet hours ago. You must bee ahhhh… exhausted. Don't you want to get some rest?"
"Not before I give you a mind-blowing orgasm," he promised cockily, his fingers pushing aside the crotch of her panties and gliding around her wet lips enticingly.
"Oh, yesss, you do that," she purred arching her back, anticipating the pleasure he was going to give her.
His mouth invaded hers, sweetly penetrating her moist cavern and at the exact same time his index finger sank between her slick folds, deeper and deeper in a circular motion. She moaned into his throat pushing her hips up, making his finger sink further.
"Derek…" she groaned as he pulled away his hand slightly. "Don't tease…"
"I am not," he chuckled but went exactly against his words as his fingertip kept flicking over her clit seemingly carelessly, lightly as a stroke of a feather.
She writhed impatiently, her breath rugged, "Derek, please!" she begged breathlessly. He could feel her getting warmer and more worked up and decided to grant her wish; he pressed the swollen nub with his thumb, all the gentleness gone, and she shrieked to high heavens. He pinched it and her body shook in the awaited pleasure. Yet he didn't give her any time to recover.
She didn't get any reprieve as she felt again Derek making love to her with his fingers. He pushed one finger roughly in and out of her, soon adding another one… and another. She kept screaming as her walls started to clench again even if they didn't actually stop after the first little wave of orgasm.
Before the second wave hit her though, his magic fingers disappeared replaced by something even better. He released a contended sigh slipping his hard member inside her. A few thrusts were enough to push her over the edge, and him as well. He really was exhausted and didn't waste much time losing himself in her. Her muscles clamped deliciously around his shaft and he followed her with his own release.
Soon they collapsed limply on the mattress, in the total darkness, their limbs tangled together under the duvet. They fell asleep almost immediately, so very domestic.
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas an a Happy New Year! I am sorry that I've been offline for a few days; but I I needed to enjoy the holidays that I was able to be around this year. I hope you guys understand. Please read and comment.