Chapter 15: In Charge

Are you going to let me in?" She asked quietly, never letting her eyes leave his, she knew what she wanted, and she would get it… the forces were too strong.

Derek cleared his throat, "Yeah… come in." He took a step back to let her in while he shut the door, letting his eyes wonder to her ass… where her jeans fit it tight and snug, causing him to take a deep breath.

Meredith looked around shocked by her surroundings. Most enlisted men would be lucky to have cinder blocks with a piece of plywood along the top to hold the TV. This duplex had a very contemporary black TV stand for what looked like a Plasma TV on it. She did notice a gaming unit of some sort and rolled her eyes and thought, complete boy toy but overall, impressive. They actually have nice, contemporary, and clean lined furniture which again, was somewhat shocking for Meredith, "Well, you have a decent place here… for boys." She turned her head back to look at Derek.

"Boys? I think I am definitely a man." Derek turned his eyes to focus on hers as she turned her body over to face him completely.

"That… I don't believe. Men do not play silly video games." Meredith replied.

"The Wii, you can't knock it if you have never tried it. I may have to show you… how it works." He said knowing playing the Wii… can get dirty, very dirty… in a way that would be incredibly fun with Meredith.

"Well, that clears it up, you are a true boy at heart… trying to talk a girl into playing the Wii." She mocked him.

Derek took a few steps to stand within inches of her and looked down at her tiny, petite frame and quietly said, "I am more of a man than you can ever handle."

"You don't have it in you… to be a man." She challenged him, never letting her eyes wander from his.

"We will see about that." Derek took a step back, smirking at her.

"You are just a boy." She said, smirking back at him.

"There is nothing boy about me and I might just have to show you." He said in a low growl.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" She asked.

He could feel himself growing instantaneously. Thankful he decided on boxer briefs to try and help keep him contained although as big as his cock was… it was hard… to keep it discreet. He walked behind her and leaned down to her ear so that she could feel his breath… his hot breath on her ear. As he started to talk, he grinded his middle section into her ass a bit, "Whatever you want it to be. I think I have something right now, that would prove… I am very much a man. You just wish you could see it." With that said, Derek walked into the kitchen to attend to the dinner he had started preparing.

Meredith stood there unable to move. No one has ever left her feeling so hot and bothered as she does right now. She can't believe it… she could feel it, his big, hard cock and now she craved it, more than she thought was ever possible. She knew underneath those jeans, was a prize like no other. Instantly, Meredith could feel her panties grow wet hoping she wasn't going to soak through her jeans. Tonight, was so they could talk… but who was she really kidding? She couldn't move… her legs were incapable of moving and she didn't want to. She worried what would happen if she went into the kitchen to where he had walked; she might just jump him… she didn't know if she could contain herself.

Derek walked in the kitchen, knowing he needed to cool off in every sense of the word. He took a few deep breaths not able to even check to see if Meredith had followed him. He quickly poured himself scotch to take the edge off a bit before getting the capellini pasta ready to start boiling. He couldn't quit thinking about how well she tasted and how perfect their lips bonded together in their past encounters. Tonight, was about trying to figure out what they were going to do about this sexual tension… if there was anything that could be done.

Meredith knew she needed to go into the kitchen. They had to talk… they had to be around each other, but she couldn't look at him without thinking about her desire for him. She took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, "You cook?" She was surprised to see him actually putting onions and garlic in the skillet with some butter to sauté them. She figured he would order take out or something.

"I do. Do you want something to drink?" He said plainly as he didn't look up, concentrating on the onions and garlic that was starting to sizzle a little in the pan. He was going to cook the shrimp in the garlic and butter with a little white wine to create the "sauce" for the pasta. It was quick, easy, and delicious.

"What do you have?" She asked curiously, knowing a drink would be good right about now.

"I have just about any kind of wine you might want, beer, scotch, and I think I saw a little bit of tequila in the cabinet although Mark doesn't drink that shit, so I have no idea how old it may be."

Meredith was shocked to hear they had wine… enlisted men who knew about wine and this one could cook. She never thought he would be cooking for her. She knew she wanted the tequila… but she also knew exactly what tequila did to her. She figured she would go with the wine, but really… in her head… she knew she was toast, no matter what her drink of choice was tonight.

"Do you have a good Riesling?" Meredith asked.

"Excellent choice with tonight's dinner. I have an amazing Riesling from Germany." Derek went to the refrigerator and pulled a few out before finding the one he wanted being that Riesling is a wine to be served… chilled. But, while he was trying to open, he noticed the stuff in the pan needed stirring, "Would you mind stirring that real quick?"

"Seriously? You don't want me near anything having to do with cooking." Meredith let out a laugh of amusement.

"You will be stirring." He said getting the cork off easily.

Meredith watched every movement of him unscrewing the cork and thought about how hot he was… unscrewing. "I can't just… stir. I don't know how."

He sat the wine glasses down and turned to look at her, "Well, you are going to learn." He said with a mixture of shock and amusement. He saw that she was really being serious, she really didn't know how or was scared to do it.

"I don't learn from… I am always the teacher… the one in charge." She said quickly.

He walked over to her before pouring the wine into the glasses, "Tonight, I am in charge. You are at my house, I am cooking… I am the one in charge. You are the boss at work, I am the boss here." He said huskily.

She couldn't say anything but just follow his lead as he walked her to the stove. She almost had trouble breathing because his touch… it was gentle and light.

"Now, pick up the spoon like this." He said into her ear, barely above a whisper. He took her hand and wrapped his around it, bringing it up to the spoon handle.

"I know… Derek, you are being silly." She tried not to giggle because really… this was really freaking hot.

"You are the one that said you didn't know how to stir this; I am just teaching you something you said you didn't know how to do." He chuckled a bit, keeping his voice low.

"I am always the one in charge." She breathed out.

"Not right now, I am in charge of you in every way. You will not get away from me right now even if you tried." Derek used his other hand to wrap it around her waist.

Meredith couldn't believe that he was taking charge; but he was right, there wasn't anything she could do about it right now. He had her in more ways than she cared to admit at this point.

The forces… they weren't pulling… they were in full force.