Chapter 10: The Kiss
Derek's Point-of-View
"You know, usually when I spend the day in bed with a woman…nudity is involved."
She giggled against my shoulder that she was leaning on as she flipped through the channels, stopping it on some stupid soap opera.
"Yeah, well I'm probably going to get my ass handed to me as it is." She answered, "I would get fired and probably lose my medical license if anyone walked in on us naked together."
"So, the trick is to not get caught." I smirked.
She giggled again, and I swore that I would never get tired of hearing that sound. For some reason I craved to hear it, I wanted it to be the only sound in the world to me.
"So persistent." She sighed "If only you were this tenacious about not dying."
"You know what's not making me very tenacious about life?" I rolled my eyes "This crap you have on my TV. Isn't the television station supposed to be the patient's choice?"
"It was the patient's choice, but the patient decided to just give up on life. That shows poor judgment on the patient's part, so now the soap addicted intern is picking out television choices."
"This garbage is giving me a headache." I whined.
"Maybe you should get better so you can get up and leave the room when crappy TV is on." She sighed, "Besides, this stuff is somewhat entertaining. This amnesia chick used to be with the hot Latin guy. Then some scary stalker chick pushed her off a bridge because she wanted hot Latin guy. The amnesia chick lost her memory, so hot Latin guy's brother swooped in and married her. Scary stalker girl got pregnant with some random guy's baby and is telling hot Latin guy it's his, so she can trap him into a shot gun wedding."
I was all kinds of confused but slightly amused and a tid bit scared that she actually followed this crap. She looked over at me after hearing my silent response, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"It's so stupid, it's funny." She explained "When you study 24/7 for a medical board exam, you need a break before you snap. The only thing on was this crap so I kind of got into it."
"Kind of?"
"You know what really scares me about this crap?"
"What." I humored her.
"That scary stalker chick reminds me of your favorite nurse Rose." She smirked, "And hot Latin guy reminds me of you."
"Whoa!" I defended with a shaking of my head, "Ok I can see the scary stalker chick being overbearing pensive nurse Rose. For starters, I wouldn't let my dick touch her with a ten-foot pole, so her getting accidentally knocked up is, no... Secondly, I am not a hot Latin guy."
"Maybe not Latin." She smirked with a waggle of her eyebrows, "You're definitely hot." I rolled my eyes, "Maybe the reason you're so grumpy with life is that you haven't gotten laid in a while. Do you think if you freshened up your gonads, you'd be a little more optimistic about your outcome?"
I grinned, "I'd be willing to test out your theory, Dr. Grey."
"Not on me!" she squirmed, "I mean getting a hot nurse to come in here and give you a hand… or more than a hand."
"There are no hot nurses in this hospital." I sighed "Secondly, no one wants to look at a shriveled-up cancer guy like that. People just look at me like I'm circling the drain. You on the other hand, are the one in my bed."
"Well, I don't see you as a shriveled-up cancer guy."
"Enlighten me." I scoffed, "What else could you possibly see me as? I'm a poster boy for the disease, I've lost all my hair, I've lost 50 pounds, I only leave this bed to pee and that's only a recent development. Don't get me started on the surgical scars I've lost count of."
She sucked in a soft breath and turned to me; her lip being chewed between her front teeth with a soft look in her eyes while she stared into mine.
"I've always been a hair person." She said, "I think you have a pretty head for being bald. It's not lumpy or misshaped, it's perfectly round, it's beautiful." She said as she ran her fingers over the skin on my crown, then trailed her fingers down to the two-day beard I was starting to develop "Your stubble is a nice effect, kind of a turn on really and I didn't think I'd ever like facial hair. But I like yours. As far as losing 50 pounds, it's better than being a fatty and gaining that much." Her fingertips then trailed down my neck to the first of my scars, the one that removed part of the lymph nodes in my neck when this first started, I shivered. "Your surgical scars, well they're just battle wounds. They show how much you've been through, and how much you've survived. They're something to be proud of, not ashamed."
She leaned in and softly kissed the soft pink scar tissue and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt sparks of warmth radiating out from where her lips had touched my skin, when I opened my eyes, her face was lingering only an inch away from mine, her eyes no longer stared into mine as they were focused on my lips. I felt a jolt in my chest of excitement and anticipation. I'd imagined what her lips felt against mine since the moment I opened my eyes and saw her standing at my bedside.
Her lips touched mine and they interlocked as if it was a perfect fit. I felt my chest swell and my lips pucker around hers as they tingled and craved for more. Yet, a silent fear suddenly filled my gut. I pulled back and gently held her at an arm's length.
"Oh." She breathed "I'm so sorry I… I don't know what got over me."
"It's fine." I panted in reassurance, "It was great actually I just…" I gulped and tilted my head as I softly looked in her eyes "I'm not worth you losing your career, Meredith."
Her jaw tightened and her eyes hardened, but before she could reply her pager went off. She sat up all the way as she looked at it. Then, she got up off the bed and slipped her shoes on with a sigh.
"That's my dad, he paged me to remind me I need to stop whatever I am doing and start getting ready for the banquet."
"Well, you better go then." I smiled "I look forward to seeing your dress."
"I will be back in one hour; you are going to be here and in good health."
"So bossy." I smirked.
She hissed at me before sauntering out of the room and taking off down the hall. I sighed heavily as I laid back against the pillow and touched my fingertips to my lips that still tingled. I'd never felt a more luscious pair of lips against mine and as much as I wanted to touch them again… I couldn't.
54 minutes later, and yes, I was counting…I heard a pair of loud clicking heels turn the corner and start to approach my room. Since the majority of people walking up and down the hallway wore sneakers and comfortable shoes, I assumed it was show time. I reached behind me and grabbed an oxygen mask, I figured I might just need it anyway and strapped it to my face.
30 seconds later she waltzed into my room wearing a little black dress that made me want to jump off the bed and pin her to the wall as I made her scream my name out over and over again, I definitely needed oxygen…too bad I didn't turn it on.
"What do you think of my—" she started to say until she saw the mask on my face. Her eyes grew wide, "You're on oxygen! Why are you on oxygen?" she gasped as she clicked her heel clad feet over to the bed to check my stats, "Why didn't they page me… My god they didn't even turn the son of a bitch on!"
While she was leaning over my messing with the oxygen gauge, I had full and complete access to look down the form fitting little dress of hers.
"Your breasts are absolutely beautiful." I chuckled.
She stopped and looked down at me, I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter at the shocked befuddled expression on her face. It turned into a scoff of annoyance as I sipped the mask off my face and continued to laugh at her.
"You look really cute when you're worried too by the way."
"You did that on purpose?" she hissed, "You little…"
"Well how else was I supposed to get a close up of your rack in that dress?"
"You didn't have to act like your life was in danger to do it." She glared, "I was going to give you a close up anyway."
"Oh really?" I rose my brow. "Why is that?"
"Because." She sighed softly as she sat down on the edge of my bed, "I need to tell you one thing." She reached out and placed her palms against my cheeks and softly leaned in. I felt my breath hitch as her sweetness breezed against my anxious lips, "Let me worry about my career, okay?"
She closed the distance between us, and her lips latched onto mine. They suckled softly on my upper lip, releasing it softly from my lower lip, so she could slip her velvety soft tongue slowly into my mouth. My lips propped open willingly and voluntarily as I kissed her back, my tongue mingled and moved with hers as we darted them back and forth. My hands involuntarily moved up her arms and cupped around her ears and the back of her neck to cradle her head as we discovered each other's oral cavities.
She broke her hold from my lips and pulled back an inch to pant her hot breath against my wet swollen lips.
"Wow." I gasped. "I have to say I am starting to like the services I'm getting at this hospital."
"I'm sorry." She sighed "I just…for the last hour all I could think about was your tongue in my mouth, and how it would feel."
"And?" I smirked "How did it feel?"
A grin spread across her face, "I wasn't disappointed." She looked at her watch and let out an irritated sigh before standing up, "Crap, I gotta go. How do I look? Slutty enough?"
"No." I smiled as I looked her over, starting at her black heels, then up her creamy smooth legs, her above the knee hemline of the black strapless dress that showed off her perfectly shaped, slender shoulders framed by her long wavy honey blonde hair. "You don't look slutty at all…you're beautiful, breathtaking. I'd be lucky to have you as my date, and not just because I haven't been on a date in years."
"Well, I would be flattered to be your date."
"You also wouldn't be dressed very long, especially not like that. Hell, we'd be lucky to make it off the porch."
"Ugh." She rolled her eyes "Is it really that hard to think about anything other than sex?"
"No," I smirked "I just love the way it makes you all flustered and turns your cheeks an adorable pink color."
She tried to stifle a smile, but her eyes gave her away as they twinkled.
"Good night, Derek." She smiled "You better be here when I get back."
"And what if I'm not?"
"Then, I'll wear an even sluttier dress that shows off a whole lot more of my hooters to your funeral just to piss you off."
I grinned as I pictured that "In that case, I better hang on for a while longer."
