Chapter 12: He Wants Her

"Damn it." Derek said walking out of the maintenance meeting with Mark, 5 days after his last encounter with Meredith. He had managed to avoid her Friday and Monday. Despite Mark's pushing to go out, Derek talked him into going off the island for the weekend and seeing some of the sites. He talked Mark into camping up at Birch Bay which was about an hour from Oak Harbor. It was located on the Ocean in some of the warmest waters with a full view of Mt. Baker that is snow covered year-round.

"What is it McDreamy?" Cristina said, walking out with Mark and Derek.

"Mcwhat?" Mark asked.

"Oh… like you didn't know, he is McDreamy." Cristina laughed sarcastically.

"What does that make me?" Mark asked.

"McSteamy." Callie said walking up behind the three of them as she came out of the meeting.

"Well, you ladies want to find out just how steamy?" Mark smirked between Cristina and Callie.

The two ladies looked between each other and smiled, saying together, "No."

"Come on, it could be fun… we could have fun together… all three of us." Mark smirked while he leaned into the two of them so that others couldn't hear.

"Keep dreaming." Callie said before grabbing Cristina's arm and walking briskly to the mech shop.

"They want me… both of them." Mark said to Derek, noticing he was in a completely different place right now and was pretty sure he hadn't heard a word. He noticed a paper in his hand given to him by one of the ensign's the second they walked out the door (the lowest rank of an officer).

"I think I am about to go upstairs and fuck Saucy on her desk." Mark said low enough so that only Derek could hear.

"That is good Mark." Derek mumbled, thinking about the contents of the note he was given.

"Shep, what the hell?" Mark stopped Derek by putting his hand on his shoulder.

Derek breathed heavily, "nothing."

"Fine, don't tell me. You are an ass sometimes." Mark said starting to walk again.

"Mark, it really isn't anything. I have to meet with that bitch in a few minutes. She has some things she needs to talk to me about."

"Who?" Mark asked confused, but realizing he was talking about Grey, "So, you are meeting with Grey." He couldn't help but smirk. He knew there was something there especially when her name came up during one of their hiking stints. Mark noticed he got quiet and didn't have much to say.

"She doesn't care that I have a shop to run, and I need to go and brief my people on the schedule for today because what she says goes." Derek seethed. She was demanding… he had figured that out from the first time he ever laid eyes on her. He knew she would be demanding in every way.

"She doesn't care… she cares about only herself." Mark said, wondering what kind of response this would elicit from Derek.

"Typical female officer." Derek brushed it off. Although, he knew there was so much more to her than that. He knew he could never see the real her.

"Is that all you see her as?" Mark challenged.

Derek looked at him with eyes that had a hint of defeat in them, "It is all I can ever see her as… my boss who is a higher-ranking officer and will always be off limits."

"Nothing good can come from her, you know that. No matter what… nothing can ever really happen. You could never go public with it or anything." Mark reminded him. They hadn't really talked about it, but in small spurts, enough that Mark knew how Derek was feeling.

"Yes, I do know. I am all too aware of that." He looked seriously to Mark and looked around. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay." Mark wondered why now… here at work he would say that.

"Let's walk outside." Derek said, not wanting to say it in the building of fear someone might here.

Mark started walking in the direction of the door, Derek following.

"Mark." Derek stated when they got out of earshot of anyone or any windows that may be opened, but Derek was still talking very soft.

"Shep, you know you can tell me anything and it never goes farther than me." Mark still wondered why he was waiting until now to say anything after they had the entire weekend.

"The last time I saw her… on Thursday… things got intense, very intense." Derek said looking into his eyes needing confirmation he could continue.

"Yeah." Mark said carefully, but wondered what exactly Derek meant by intense.

Derek closed his eyes, "Her lips… her touch … I have never felt anything like it, and I can't do it. I can't go in and see her. I want nothing more than to pick her up, throw her on her desk, and drive my cock into her." He could feel himself starting to rise just at the thought of this.

"You call me the manwhore." Mark came back, not surprised at all over this admission.

"Mark, I am being fucking serious." Derek opened his eyes the minute Mark started.

Mark looked at him seriously, "I know you are. I saw the look and honestly, I think she wants you to… throw her on her desk with the look she was giving you in the bar that night."

"I am fucked." Derek said, knowing he had to get up to her office, but really had no idea how he could do it. He had to make sure the door stayed open.

"You aren't. You just have to figure out how to do this and I am sure you will. Maybe you just need a good fuck from someone." Mark suggested.

"Thanks Mark, I will keep that in mind. You always have the best advice." Derek said sarcastically.

"I do what I can… but seriously man, is she worth it? The possible implications that could come." Mark said seriously.

Derek shook his head, "I am not sure… all I know is the touch… when she touched me… when her lips touched mine, there was something magical… I can't even begin to describe it."

"Just think it all through. I need to get going to my shop and you need to get up to see… her." Mark said not sure exactly what to call her now.

"Okay, I will find you later." He watched Mark go back in while he stood there for a few minutes. He had no idea what he was going to do. He wanted her like never before. He knew the repercussions… for her it would probably be a slap on the hand, for him, it could be much bigger. It is usually how it worked with officers and enlistees. Someone had to go down for it and it was almost always the enlisted one. He wouldn't though… he would make sure of that. He just had to figure this out… would he give in to the forces?