Chapter 9: Talking with the Bestie
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Derek had called from his office. His large office filled with a desk and a few chairs where he usually spent his time during the day. Nothing was special about the room except it was located in the exact same building where his patients were laying, probably dying without his skill in surgery. People needed him to cut their brains open and trust him to fix whatever was wrong with them. They needed him. They needed Dr. Shepherd. Not Derek, not the Derek she knew who would let her shave his face even though she could see the doubt. The Derek she knew who would hold her in his arms and talk to her when he thought she was asleep. She wasn't. She liked listening to him ramble thoughtlessly talking about bears and lesbian kissing involving her and him as an audience. That was not the Derek his patients wanted, but she did.
She preferred it if he was home right that second. She was dressed in casual jeans and a Maroon 5 sweater revealing the top of her cleavage, a little treat for Derek's piercing blue eyes. He hadn't come home the other night, too many surgeries. She understood, but now she really was becoming impatient. Aaron even noticed her irritated mood telling her several times to take a chill pill and stop pacing. In his words he said that she would soon burn a whole through the floor from ther nonstop motion body as well as her booted heels scraping along the hard wood.
"Let's talk Mer. We haven't had a friendly conversation since your boy toy unofficially moved in here." he suggested, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
"Okay. So, what do we talk about?" she asked, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear, her locks cascading over her shoulder.
"Stuff, anything. Come on we used to be able to talk about anything for hours." he stated chuckling at the many topics of discussion in the past ranging from tampons to Star Wars.
"Oh, I know." her eyes shining brightly forgetting all about her nerves for that second. "We can talk about Derek." she suggested.
Sighing, he decided to go along with it. He liked the guy; he was a great friend and a terrific boyfriend to Meredith. He could talk about him. "That sound interesting." he mumbled.
"So last night, I couldn't sleep at all. Snickers was becoming restless in his cage, so I stayed up with him. And I thought of a perfect nick name for Derek."
"Isn't his nickname Der since you seem to always call him that." he contemplated.
"Well many people call him Der..."
"I don't." he interrupted, receiving a glare from his best friend inching closer to him, probably ready to give him a bitch slap.
"Anyways, I was thinking about his hair. The oh so soft raven hair I love to tug on-"
"Bad imaged Mer." he quickly snapped.
"...and his radiant smile, the laugh, and the way his vice rumbles when he is aroused. And then it hit me, really hit me. McDreamy. Really works doesn't it?" she asked.
"I guess." he shrugged.
"He is quite Dreamy, and maybe the "Mc" was just added in because I ws hungry and was going to call him for a Happy Meal. McDreamy." she sighed. "But don't tell him this, I don't want hin thinking I am all mushy right now."
"But you are all mushy. You are bright and shiny and kissy and wanting to snuggle and call each other Muffin and Sugarplum. It's already happened." he explained.
"No it hasn't." she fought back crossing her arms over her chest, her breasts closing in together causing them to well up and heighten her cleavage.
"Don't do that with the arms Mer, too much boob for me." he mumbled, shaking his head as he covered his eyes. This was like seeing his baby sister nude, it was disturbing and unwanted. Every other guy would have thought he was crazy, but all in all, he was rather sane.
"Maybe I want to play peek a boob." she giggled squeezing her arms tighter teasing Aaron. "Derek love it when I do this, and as many other men."
"Too much info on your love life Mer. It's bad enough I hear you to screwing each other every night, not you're giving me details."
"Oh Aaron." she sighed, patting him on the back. "Have you not been getting any love lately?"
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "I have been getting a lot lately. I mean a lot, too much even that I had to reschedule at time." he boasted causing Meredith to giggle. He sighed exasperated in defeat. "Fine, I haven't been getting any okay. Nada. None. Zero pussy. Happy now." he mumbled knowing she was trying to hide her laughter.
"Oh, I'm sorry Aaron. Have you tried calling Judy? I bet she would love to give you a ride." her giggle erupting at that second.
"Ewww, and no. Never, I'm lucky enough to have her stop calling me lately. Do you know what she texts messages me?"
"What?" she asked quite curious.
"Little snap shots of her watermelons. The last time I saw them when we were dating they were practically grape fruits. And now, their like Pam Anderson's on crack."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Turn off, a big no-no." he replied to the shrill ring of the phone interrupting their conversation. He picked it up nodding silently for a less than a second phone call. "That was Derek, he's downstairs at the front. Time to go Meri." he chuckled getting his coat from the closet waiting for Meredith to come along.
"Time to go." she muttered, her heels scraping against the floor as she reluctantly walked out the room.