Chapter 19: Cookies

The sugar cookies she just made were a little odd looking. They looked a little lumpy and they were almost dark brown. They never looked like this when Izzie made them, but she followed the recipe word for word.

She wasn't sure what made her want to make him cookies. Except for the fact that they were in his trailer. Dawsyn was at school and Meredith had a day off. So, they were together, and she wanted nothing more than to make cookies. Those cookies looked weird. She shrugged it off, before taking a few on a plate and walking into the bedroom. "Here they are. Cookies."

"Cookies." Derek smiled, putting his book down on the bedside table.

"They look a little different but...well they're done."

"Mmm...Good. Come here..."

"Okay." Meredith smiled, walking over to the bed in the other part of the trailer, sliding next to Derek.

"Hi." Derek smiled, leaning over, kissing her.

"Miss me?"

"Of course."

"Here." Meredith held up the plate and a napkin. "Take one...I think the one in the center looks the best. You can have it."

"Thank you." Derek smiled, kissing the tip of her nose before picking up the cookie.

"You're very welcome." She smiled, sitting back on her feet.

"Should I eat it?"

"It's a cookie Derek...you're not supposed to just stare at it."

"I didn't know if you wanted to remember the moment or something."

"You're an idiot." Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Okay...Here it goes..." Derek smiled, taking a bite of the cookie, his face dropping as he chewed it.

"How is it?" She asked, her face hopeful as she sat the other plate of cookies on the side shelf.

"It's um...It's..."

"Do you like it?"

"Mmmhmm..."

"Okay..." She frowned, watching his facial expressions change with every second.

"It's good." He lied, swallowing and putting the rest of the cookie back on the plate.

"You're not going to finish it?"

"Not right now. I'm full."

"You said you were hungry for cookies when I was making them?"

"I um...It went away." He shrugged. "How about that?"

"What's wrong with them?" She frowned.

"Nothing...Nothing's wrong with them."

"You're lying."

"No..."

"Yes, you are." She replied, picking up the plate and looking at the cookie that was burnt on the outside, still raw and oozing on the inside.

"It um...Okay fine. I'm lying." He smiled, kissing her forehead.

"You hate them?"

"I don't hate them."

"But you don't like them."

"They're...interesting."

"Interesting? Seriously?" Meredith put the plate down.

"It's okay..." Derek laughed, pulling her into his arms.

"They don't usually look like that!"

"No. They don't."

"Ass." Meredith hit his arm as hard as she could.

"Hey..." Derek laughed, rubbing his arm. "I'll eat another one if it'll make you happy."

"No. They're disgusting."

"They're undercooked...but burnt."

"I followed all the directions."

"Hmm..."

"Maybe it was just that one...try another."

"I...Okay." Derek said, picking up another cookie and taking a bite, only to experience the same thing as before.

"Damn it." Meredith groaned.

"This one is a little better." Derek said as he struggled to swallow the cookie.

"Then why did you make that face?"

"I didn't make a face."

"Yes, you did." She replied, hitting him again.

"Fine. This one is just as bad."

"I don't get it...I followed the recipe."

"It's okay, my little baker." Derek smiled, putting his arms back around her.

"Ass."

"Just don't open a bakery and we'll be fine."

"I'll hit you again." She threatened.

"That's why I like you." He laughed.

"I messed up the cookies."

"I know."

"I'm pissed now." Meredith groaned.

"Don't be pissed." Derek whispered, kissing her lightly.

"Whenever Dawsyn helps I don't mess up." Meredith replied. "But I followed the directions."

"Too bad she's not here..." Derek breathed, starting to kiss her neck.

"Eggs...vanilla extract...sugar..."

"Mmm..."

"Dry ingredients and then wet..."

"Dry...wet..."

"Preheat the oven..." Meredith added as he moved her hair out of the way.

"Heat the oven..." Derek repeated, nipping at her ear lobe.

"I did everything..."

"Hmm..."

"Baking powder." Meredith said. "I used that. and butter."

"Mer...Shut up and kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Meredith rolled her eyes, almost looking annoyed before she pushed him back on the bed. She aligned her body next to his, pressing her lips into his.

"Thank you." Derek smiled against her lips.

"You're distracting me."

"That's the point."

"You don't like my cookies." She murmured.

"They're disgusting." He whispered, kissing her deeply.

"They were supposed to be warm, moist, and sweet."

"That's dirty."

"Derek." Meredith giggled.

"What?" Derek smiled against her lips. "It's very dirty..."

"I hope you realize we're not having sex right now."

"We're not?"

"No..."

"Why not?" He whispered, pushing her tanktop straps down.

"Because I'm mad and you hate my cookies."

"But I like you..."

"Stop..." She pouted against his lips.

"What?" He frowned.

"No sex right now." She smiled.

"Fine." Derek sighed.

"You can look but you can't touch."

"That's no fun."

"Hmm..."

"Hey...I have a question..."

"What?" She moved to rest her head on his chest, as he ran a finger along her arm.

"Did you do anything with those Jonas Brothers tickets yet?"

"No." Meredith replied. "I haven't had the time to ask around or think about it."

"I know a guy...at work. He's looking for tickets...for his daughter."

"Oh."

"So, I could give you the money...and then he'll pay me back."

"Oh...Derek they were expensive." Meredith replied. "Does he realize that?"

"Yeah. He just wasn't able to get them when they went on sale." Derek replied.

"Oh...okay." Meredith breathed.

"Now you don't have to worry about that."

"Okay...I mean if his little girl gets to go then I can sell them to him."

"Yeah. She's eleven too...And she really wants to go."

"Well then I'd be glad to sell the tickets."

"He'd be glad to buy them."

"Okay." Meredith nodded. "Do you want me to take them to his house or to work?"

"I can give them to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's not a problem."

"Okay." Meredith smiled.

"Can we have sex now?" Derek asked

"Please?"

"No." She replied.

"Party Pooper." Derek pouted.

"Are you six?"

"No."

"Hmm..."

"Can we?"

"I said no." She snapped, sitting up and straddling him.

"Mean..."

"Maybe I don't want sex." She winked, moving to sit on his legs.

"I do." He smiled.

"I can tell...you're still naked."

"And still horny."

"Sex Addict." She purred.

"Mmm..."

"You like other things." She replied, running her finger along the length of his penis.

"Oh god..." He gasped

"Dirty things..." She replied, leaning over, flicking her tongue against his erection.

"Jesus..." He moaned, raising his hips towards her.

"Remember when I made you watch me?" Meredith murmured. "In the car."

"Yeah...I...remember..." Derek panted.

"I was doing all those things."

"Yeah..."

"Tell me about those things Derek." Meredith said, before running her fingers lightly around his inner thigh.

"You were...touching..."

"Keep going."

"And...fingers..."

"What was I doing?" Meredith replied, licking the end of his shaft.

"Oh god...please..." Derek moaned, grasping the sheets on the bed.

"Tell me Der."

"You were touching...and...Ohh..."

"Hmm..." She moaned, before quickly sitting up. "What if I try the cookies again?"

"No...No...Just..."

"Maybe I will." She giggled, climbing off of him.

"Meredith..." Derek groaned, leaning his head back on the pillow.

"Oh or I could try cake!"

"Get back here!"

"I could make you steak."

"Meredith Grey!"

"Derek Shepherd." Meredith giggled, watching as he laid back with her, obviously unable to move.

"Please...come back here." Derek breathed.

"Oh! What about muffins?"

"What about...you come back here."

"You're looking a little blue." She giggled.

"Meredith..." He groaned.

"What?"

"Get your little ass back over here right now."

"I have to cook, bake, and be good at it."

"Can you finish...this...first?"

"I finished myself in the car." Meredith giggled, taking a step towards the bed.

"And now...it's my turn." Derek said, holding his hand out for her.

"No..." She giggled, crossing her arms, not taking his hand.

"I guess...I'll have to do it myself."

"I guess so."

"Okay..." He whispered, wrapping his hand around his length.

"You two have fun."

"Yeah..."

"Okay." She smiled, erupting in laughter.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Stop laughing at me...and get over here."

"Nope."

"Fine...I'm...shower..." He said, struggling to get up.

"I could make brownies." She giggled, crawling onto the bed.

"Mmm..."

"Or I could make soup."

"Okay." He replied, turning on the shower.

"Having fun?" She shouted from the bed, pulling her top off.

"No." He groaned, stepping into the shower, and closing the door.

Meredith's giggle filled the trailer as Derek made groans and moans in the shower. A moment later the door to the bathroom opened, next the shower door. ""Want to have fun?"

"I am..."

"I could leave." She replied, before he turned around.

"Get in here." He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her in.

"Derek!" She gasped.

"Come here…" He laughed, pulling her to him and wrapping her arms around him as the water drenched them both. What were they doing here? They kept getting together and having sex and still, they didn't know what they were. Except Derek felt more involved in her life as he bought her concert tickets and planned to help pay for her daughter's big field trip.

Why do I think Derek is going take Dawsyn to the concert? What do you guys think?