Author: Echo-ofaScream
Title: Yellow
Pairing: MD
Summary: Drabbles/ficlets
of their relationship. Not sure when they would take place (S1, S2,
or in the future). Use your imagination.
III.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey," you reply, startled. You're slightly embarassed that he's found you here. "I just had some free time, so I come here whenever I can."
"In your rare moments of free time you come to the nursery and look at newborn babies?"
You give him an incredulous look as if you're wondering "What's so wrong about that?"
"I'm just saying. You could be resting, or studying, or I don't know, talking to your boyfriend."
He's so damn charming, all you can do is smile in spite of yourself and shake your head in slight disbelief.
"Fine. You want to watch the babies," he announces while crossing his arms and turning his attention to the small creatures that lie behind the glass window. "We'll watch the babies."
You're not completely suprised at how content he becomes and how a warming smile forms on his face. He's always good with kids who are patient's and you suspect he'd make a good father.
"Looking at them makes me want a child," he suddenly reveals.
"Really?"
He leans to you and whispers in your ear, "Really."
As he pulls back you are greeted with a smile that makes you realize you can't help but fall for this man.
IV.
You just got off for the night. You make your way to the elevator and see him waiting. And of course, as Fate works so powerfully in your life, you and Derek are the only ones occupying the tiny space.
"You're off," he states when noticing you are dressed in street clothes. He sends a sly grin your way. "Me, too."
He stands next to you for a second, almost as if he's waiting for you to press him against the wall. You had promised yourself the first time you did that, it would never happen again. But, when it comes to McDreamy and elevators, you have no self-control. You decide this time will be different. You'll let him be the one with no self-control.
He glances over at you and laughs inadvertantly. "Meredith."
You smile and shake your head, not looking at him.
"OK, fine," he concedes as he turns to face you. He places his hands firmly on your waist and slowly backs you up against the wall. His hand wanders up your shirt as he kisses you slowly.
You reluctantly break away. "We shouldn't--"
"What? We're dating, Meredith," he points out. "I know this is an elevator and everything but, sex is natural, healthy even for two people engaged in a sexual relationship--"
"Derek. I was going to say we shouldn't do this while the elevator is still moving."
His jaw drops slightly and he watches as you move to pull the emergency stop button. He follows you in the tiny enclosed area and pins you against the closed elevator doors.
"Good, he replies at he begins to kiss your neck. "Because, I've always had a fantasy of making love in an elevator."
You eye him curiously.
"You know, love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm going down," he sings to you.
His voice is terrible, but he makes you laugh. You don't know why you give into him everytime he's "in the mood." Maybe it's the good sex, maybe it's his charm and flirtatious nature, or maybe you love him and can't think of a better way to express that love. Maybe, it's all three.