Chapter 7: War of Passion
"I didn't know they let cocksuckers in here." Meredith said quietly so only Derek could hear. She continued to keep her head straight forward so no one would know she was talking to Derek Shepherd, Petty Officer First Class. She was an officer, and he was enlisted… talk about crossing the line.
"They let you in, didn't they?" Derek smirked in his reply to her, feeling his body immediately start to rise a few degrees. He continued to keep his head forward as well, so that people wouldn't start to notice a conversation brewing.
Mark could hear words being spoken but had no idea what was being said. He was almost in shock; he had no idea what to make of the exchange that was happening between them. He saw the look… the dance of war… the dance of passion. Eyes told a story. He was uneasy about the story being told between the two pair of eyes.
"You just wish I would suck your insufficient cock." Meredith quickly came back, in a mocking tone, but keeping her voice very quiet, but distinct only to Derek.
"I can guarantee it is too much for you to handle. Plus, I don't know where those lips have been . . . from what I hear, they get around." Derek was not going to let her be the only one to get licks in. He knew he was on thin ice, but she was the one that started this round.
Mark looked around to see if anyone was noticing the exchange. Although it wasn't obvious, they were talking. You could almost feel the two igniting. As he looked around, he did notice one other person noticing the exchange… the one that would cause trouble if anyone would… Addison. He moved to block her view slightly without her really noticing he was trying to hide the exchange that shouldn't be happening.
"My lips are not and will never be your concern." She was getting pissed now, one was Joe seemed to be busy at the moment and two… she never was challenged, and she had never had anyone to make her heat up so quickly… in so many ways.
"Is that a challenge, a threat, or what?" Derek smirked.
"Take it how you want it, AT1 Shepherd." She emphasized the AT1 Shepherd part as to get a point across.
"I like a good challenge… I always win." Derek said clearly not realizing he had said that loud enough for Mark to hear.
Mark knew from his expressions on their faces, this was more than casual shop talk. He knew this would be trouble… he needed to say something and say something fast.
Addison watched, knowing Meredith and Derek were talking. She could see their lips moving, but then she saw Mark getting in the way. She tried to move without noticing but it seemed he was moving to block her.
"How is my favorite new Lieutenant Commander?" Joe asked, knowing she had just been promoted to the next level breaking the banter between Meredith and Derek.
"I had a shitty day… a new check in who is a real ass. He will be a pain in my side for a long time." Meredith laughed to herself saying it all loud enough for Derek and Mark to hear.
"So, you need the good stuff then." Joe laughed. He had met Meredith when she moved just a few months ago and liked her. He was constantly amazed by how much tequila she could drink and never used chasers. She was able to handle it well and walk out in one piece and one her own.
"Just beer tonight actually with a shot or two of tequila. I have to keep a clear head tonight for sure; I have a war to win." She was giving herself props… she would win.
"I don't think I would want to be on your receiving end. Are you getting refills for the table?" Joe asked.
"Yes, please… and Joe… just for the record… you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end… I play hard and dirty." Meredith was loving every second of this. She never looked over to Derek during her conversation, but she knew he was scathing. She knew he looked over to her a few times for very brief seconds. She could feel his eyes… they were strong and powerful – that she knew for sure.
Once Joe went to making the drinks, Derek said loud enough for Meredith to hear, "So, it looks like there was a new check in who was an ass today." He smirked, talking to Mark.
Mark heard every word Meredith said to Joe and knew exactly who she was referring to. "Oh yeah? That ass wouldn't happen to be you, would it?" Mark couldn't play out of character now.
"I think it is me… but, a hot ass I am." He smirked and glanced to Meredith who had shot her eyes to him.
Her blood was boiling now, "That cockiness of yours… will be knocked to hell and back. So, you might want to lose it now, I don't have time for it." Meredith was now warning, looking straight into his eyes.
Derek leaned into her slightly, close enough so that she can feel his breath and seductively said, "You will learn to love every part of me… my cock… iness included."
With that said, Derek looked to Mark and smirked, "Come on, let's go find a table… maybe even some hot girls for the night."
Mark looked at Derek almost like he was nuts. Derek usually was not the guy to just pick up a woman for the night, but Mark knew exactly why Derek said it. Before they could walk away, they were joined by another member of the squadron.
"Well, hello there, AE1 Sloan. This must be THE AT1 Shepherd I have heard so much about." Addison said flirtatiously, looking him up and down one good time.
"Lieutenant Commander Montgomery, it is great to see you this evening." Mark said almost mocking her.
Derek piped in quickly, giving the smile that only Derek knew how to give, "I am the one and only AT1 Shepherd. Nice to meet you!" He smiled almost flirting back to see how Meredith would react.
"I must say, it is great to finally meet you. Lieutenant Commander Grey… " Addison turned to address Meredith, "You are his department head, I am sure you met him today." Addison knew the answer to this question. She saw Derek the second he stepped out of her office and stood up against the wall… taking deep breaths. The second he left, she walked in Meredith's office and found her flustered and Meredith Grey was never flustered.
"Yes, I did meet the new check-in today during my busy schedule." Meredith knew Addison was testing her and pushing her to the limit. They had been caddy with each other since Meredith checked in a few months ago. They were on the same team and were what they needed to be at work. They didn't hate each other, but they were going to test and push each other to their limits. They would keep each other on their toes, and it would make them both better officers.
Addison leaned into Meredith's ear, "He is a hot one… look at that ass… perfect. I bet he is phenomenal." Addison said, knowing Meredith would know exactly what she meant by being phenomenal.
Meredith could feel her heat rising to a new level, not even sure what is causing it. Was it the thought of Addison challenging her or was it… thinking about just how phenomenal the ass… really might be. She was thankful that Joe came with drinks, "Thanks Joe." Meredith calmly smiled and grabbed a few drinks with Addison grabbing the others for the table.
Before Meredith headed off, she looked to Derek, "We have some unfinished business to discuss."
"Like?" He questioned amusingly.
"AT1, you are stepping into a… fucked up shop and it needs to be straightened out." She said clearly.
"Are you sure that is all that needs to be straightened out?" He smirked at her.
"1100… be in my office. I have a flight scheduled early in the morning." She said looking into his eyes, letting him know she would be boss. She quickly made her way back to her table.
Mark watched Derek for a few minutes and knew he was deep in thought. Derek would glance at her table and then look away, taking a sip of his drink. He did this a few times before Mark spoke up, "Shep, I don't know what the hell has happened, but you are fucked."
Derek looked down, swirling the amber colored liquid around in his glass, "I think you may be right. But, the game… I know how to play with the best of them and Grey… I can play and win."
"Is she just a game?" Mark asked seeing the contemplation in Derek's eyes.
"She is my boss." He said and then added, "I think we both started playing at the same time."
Meredith and Derek both knew…. this was a war of passion.
