Chapter 55: Checking the Pie
"Derek, check the pie in the oven please." Meredith yelled from the kitchen where she was cutting up some fruit. The cast on her lower leg had slowed her down a bit, but not too much. Derek was driving her everywhere and after much discussion, she agreed to stay with him only until she got used to having the cast on. She hated to admit it though; she loved every second of the last few days together. He had been working with her every day at the office because it was taking her a little longer to get around.
"It smells delicious in here." Derek said, coming into the kitchen from the bedroom where he was getting dressed from working out on the ranch for a few hours. Being the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, they closed the office down at noon. Derek knew he had neglected his share of the work at the ranch, but George and the others could handle it and Meredith needed his help.
Meredith looked up and immediately sucked in a breath. He was standing there only in jeans with his boxer briefs barely peeking out of the waist of his jeans. His chest... he hadn't had a chance to put on a shirt yet. She looked at his chest; down to his abdomen knowing just below was her favorite thing to suck on. Her eyes then went back to his face, and she noticed the hair... it was wet and hanging down around his face.
"Meredith?" Derek questioned her with a smile that was as perfect as his body.
"Oh... um... yeah, delicious... the smell I mean." She said licking her lips.
Derek laughed picking up the oven mitt and opened the oven to take a look at the pie, testing it by lightly touching the top of the pie. "I think it is about ready."
She could feel herself getting warm, watching him bend down into the stove to check the pie. She knew she was about ready, "it has been cooking for... um... 50 minutes."
"Well, hobble your cute little ass over here and let me show you how I know it is ready to be taken out." He stood up for a second, smirking at her.
She was thinking of more than one thing he could show her. She was starting to try to literally hobble on her casted lower leg and foot the last few days when she was only moving a few steps. She had to in the office as she needed to move around in the exam room without crutches. She did slowly make it over to him.
Derek leaned up against the counter in the sexy way only he knew how to do and watched her stand in front of the oven and smile at him. He stepped behind her to show her how to test the pie. He pulled the oven rack with the pie on it so that she didn't burn herself because he knew there was always a chance with her in the kitchen. He chuckled a bit at this thought.
"What are you giggling about?" Meredith asked, looking at him, licking her lips again as he looked even more delicious when he was giggling a bit.
"You are so cute in the kitchen and for the record, men don't giggle." He continued on.
"Men may not, but you... you do." She giggled with him, but sexually leaned into him.
Derek took a deep breath feeling her body against his. It was amazing how a touch, so simple... could do this to him... cause such a rise from him, "I do many other things too." He seductively whispered in her ear, pressing his body against her back a little more forcefully.
"The pie, we need to... check the pie." She said feeling his hot breath on her neck.
"Yes, we do need to. So, bend down and put your hand to the top of the pie." He guided her arm down to feel the pie almost taunting her.
"Now, you see, how it is firm, but a little... jiggly?" Derek whispered taking his other hand on her breast.
"Oh... Derek. Pie... it is ready." She said feeling her body ignite on fire with this simple touch.
"It is... Turn off the oven." Derek said and she reached up and quickly pushed the oven off. In one swoop he picked Meredith up, and sat her on the counter beside the stove.
"Mark... he will be here any... second." Meredith breathed out and stopped suddenly when she felt his hands under her long sleeve t-shirt she was wearing.
"He can knock and wait, but he is always late." Derek said in her ear, nibbling and sucking on it lightly, quickly moving down to her neck.
"Oh, Derek." She moaned. His hands had found their way to her breasts.
"You are…" He said the second he felt she didn't have a bra on. He loved that she went around the house without one. He loved how accustomed they had grown to having each other in the same house after just a few days, but it was more perfect than either had ever imagined.
Meredith loved the pursuit he was having on her body. He knew exactly what he wanted and that was to taste her sweet juices on his lips. He started to unzip her jeans slowly, never taking his lips off of her neck. Her hands were stroking his damp hair that was falling around his face.
"God, Shep, you would think you would lock the . . ." They heard Mark's voice ring through the kitchen, not even hearing the front door open, "Oh... I am sor... wait... no I am not sorry, I know I have been walked in a few times. Damn, you even have her on the kitchen counter." Mark went on without stopping.
"Damn it." Derek said quickly, standing up, frustrated that his best friend is standing in his kitchen. He thought the door was locked, but it obviously wasn't.
"I am glad to see you too. I didn't know you guys would be in the kitchen... like this." Mark smirked.
"Well, you need to knock next time." Derek said looking at Meredith, telling her he was sorry with his eyes.
"Mark, how was the drive?" Meredith asked trying to divert attention from Mark and Derek, to something else.
"It was... what the hell happened to you?" Mark asked loudly and full of concern.
"She broke her ankle this weekend." Derek sighed.
"No shit, Sherlock." Mark said mockingly.
"Well, if you wouldn't have been too busy to talk the last few days, maybe you would know." Derek said needing to talk to Mark this week a few times about some things that he didn't want Meredith around for, but every time he called, Mark was either too busy or didn't answer.
"Sorry, I had to work a few double shifts so I could have off until Monday." Mark said knowing Derek needed to talk to him. He could hear the desperation in his voice in the messages.
Derek knew Mark felt bad and they would talk at some point, "I bet you have talked to Izzie." Derek smirked knowing they had talked a little and knew he was really nervous about the next few days.
"Barely. I am... so nervous about tomorrow. Hannah... she will be here. I will meet her. I will have to keep my hands off of Izzie and I haven't seen her in... almost 2 weeks. Do you realize... how hard that is when she is... mind blowing." Mark needed to not think about how amazing she was. He needed her; there was no doubt about that. Izzie said there was a small chance Hannah would be leaving for a few hours tonight and he wanted to make sure he was there, which is why he was on time instead of later in the evening.
Just then, Derek's cell phone rang a normal ring tone. Shit, I forgot to silence it. He thought to himself. He didn't want to even look to see who it was; having a feeling he knew exactly who it was calling.
"Aren't you going to get your phone?" Meredith asked curiously.
"Oh... yeah." Derek said walking over to the table to look. He saw it was her and he had no idea what to do, "It isn't important and Mark just got here, so I will call them back later."
Mark shot Derek a warning look as Derek confirmed Mark's suspicions, "I am going to get my stuff out of my car, Derek, would you help me?"
Derek grumbled, but knew Mark wanted an explanation, "I can help your whiney ass."
"Help me to the living room first, will you?" Meredith asked nicely, batting her eyes at Derek.
Derek looked at her and smiled hugely, he loved her so much. "Yes, I will and I need to get a shirt on and some shoes."
"Go and finish getting dressed and make sure to put some shit on your hair too, it is starting to afro a little." Mark laughed, picking at him.
"Yeah, yeah." Derek said grabbing Meredith and carrying her to the living room, both of them giggling the entire time. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead after he gently sat her on the couch, "I love you and I will be making this up to you." He flashed her a huge smile.
"You better Dr. Shepherd. I will be holding you to that." She giggled watching him grab his shirt and slide his crocs on, "I love you."
"I will be back, don't go anywhere." He laughed knowing she wouldn't be moving from the couch anytime soon.
He headed out of the door to meet Mark who was standing and waiting for him, "You and I need to talk." Mark said glaring.
Derek sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "yes."