You need a pick-me-up?
I'll be there in twenty-five.

He pulled up outside her hotel in the car he'd rented to take her out for that night. They'd arranged that he got back to his hotel and they'd meet again at half-six outside her hotel, he'd pick her up and take her out for the night.

She wasn't waiting outside yet when he pulled up; it was only 6:25. He turned off the engine and stepped out the car, brushing his hands over the crisp white shirt to rid the few creases that had formed while he was driving. He locked the BMW convertible and had started to walk into the hotel lobby just as she walked out of the door. His eyes scanned over her body, taking in her appearance as a grin spread over his lips. She responded to his grin with one of her own, and he watched as her hand reached to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

I like to push my luck,
So take my hand, let's take a drive.

"Hey," he stepped forward and held a hand out to her, "Ready to go?"

"Hey," she stepped forward also and took his hand, linking their fingers together, "I'm ready."

He gently pulled her forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, a warmth spreading through him as she felt her respond, their lips moving together in a short dance. It may have not been that long since they'd last been together, but since he'd left her in her hotel room to get ready, he had been missing her.

I've been livin' in the future,
Hoping I might see you sooner.

He pulled back before leading her over to the car, opening the passenger door for he was sure he was situated, he went and climbed into the driver's side and fastened his seatbelt before turning the engine on. His hand reached over and rested on her thigh a second with a slight squeeze. She looked up at him, the grin still on her lips as she spoke, "Where are we going?"

He chuckled and shook his head, "I'm the one with the mysteries this time."

She laughed softly, music to his ears, and shook her head a little bit but kept her eyes on him, "You'll never drop that will you?"

He leant forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "Just enjoy the moment, enjoy the night with me. Forget everything else."

"Okay," she spoke in a soft whisper and took his hand in hers, linking their fingers together as he started to drive off. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, lowering her sunglasses over her eyes and looking out to the shoreline as he drove.

I want you riding shotgun,
I knew I got one right.

Every time he glanced over to look at her, her eyes were focused on the scenery around them. It took everything he had not to continue staring at her and to focus on the road he was driving along. They were almost at their destination, and he was glad he had found this restaurant a few days earlier. When he'd seen it, his first thought had been that he wanted to be there with Meredith, and by some chance of fate, he was going there with her now. He still couldn't believe they'd found each other out here.

He eventually arrived at the restaurant, pulling the car into a free space in the gravel parking lot. He released her hand to get out the car, walking round to hold her door open as she climbed out, taking her hand again in his. He closed the door behind her and gently tugged her close against him, pressing a soft kiss to her lips with a quiet murmur, "You look beautiful."

A soft blush rose to her cheeks at his words and she murmured back against his lips, "Thank you."

His hand released her hand only to rest on the small of her back, the design of the dress she wore meaning he was touching her bare skin. They walked inside the restaurant, and he only dropped his arm once the server had taken them to their table. He had managed to reserve them a table that gave them a view of the white sandy beach and clear blue water. The sun had begun to set over the horizon, and if Meredith weren't sat across from him at the table, it would have been the most beautiful sight for him to look at.

After a quick look through the menu, his gaze settled on watching her decide her own order, noticing the slight frown line on her forehead as she tried to choose. He reached his hand across the table, and she looked up when she noticed it, before placing her hand in his with a soft smile, her features relaxing again as she smiled softly at him.

Her gaze went back to the menu and he quietly played with her fingers, enjoying being in her company once more. She eventually set the menu down and he didn't miss the way her teeth captured her lower lip, stirring up feelings deep in his stomach, wishing they weren't in a public space with a table between them.

A waiter approached them to take their orders and Derek ordered a bottle of wine for the two of them to complement their meal. Once the waiter left, a silence settled and they simply looked at each other again, as though committing one another to memory.

"So, what's it like doing your internship in New York?" She broke the silence between them, not that it felt uncomfortable at all.

"I don't think I've been more sleep deprived in my life," he released a short chuckle, "It's been good though, definitely an immersive experience. I don't regret choosing to become a surgeon."

"Have you thought about what specialty you want to go into?" She enquired, the look in her eyes telling him she was genuinely interested in his answer.

"I've always wanted to go into neurosurgery, I think I made the decision in pre-med. My father is a trauma surgeon, and always wanted me to follow a similar pathway, but I prefer the… intricateness of neurosurgery, maybe I'm just too much of a perfectionist." A sudden thought passed through him, he knew she was doing her residency, she hadn't denied it when he'd mentioned it earlier that day, but she hadn't specified much else to him. He just assumed she was starting an internship when he met her in New York. "So, what have you been doing since New York, since you finished med school?"

She grinned softly with a short laugh, "You guessed right earlier, internship. Also, surgical," she shrugged a little, "I think I've wanted to go into neurosurgery since I was about five years old, though."

"Oh," her answer surprised him, but before he could say anymore the server returned with their bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass before setting the bottle down on the table. Derek thanked them and they nodded before retreating from the table again. His attention turned back to Meredith, "That's a young age to know what you want in life."

He could tell she was being careful with what she revealed to him when she hesitated before speaking, "I've spent a lot of time in hospitals. Not sick," she added quickly, almost as if to reassure him, but it didn't ease his curiosity at the statement, "I could do a running whip stitch by the time I was ten," she revealed with a small laugh. "Did you not spend a lot of time in the hospital with your dad being a surgeon?"

He shrugged a little as he took a sip of the wine, savouring the taste before answering her question, "Not too much, my Mom didn't work, she stayed home with us so there wasn't much need to hang around the hospital, I guess. I know there were some surgeons whose children grew up in the daycare centre and would be around the hospital, but she didn't want us, my sisters and me, to be around it all too much. Just the odd visit every week or so if he was working longer shifts."

"Ah, I was one of those kids," she laughed again and continued after another moment of the same hesitation, "It was just me and my Mom since I was about three, so I spent a lot of time hanging out in the hospital. Hard to not want to be a surgeon when you spent your days in the galleries."

"Your mother is a surgeon?" He asked, wanting to know more, wondering if he might know her from one of the hospitals in New York.

He was slightly disappointed with the lack of information he revealed in her response, "Yeah, she is."

"What does she think of your neurosurgery calling?" Maybe that would get him some more information.

Meredith just shrugged and said, "There's been a few arguments." Apparently, she wouldn't be speaking any more about her mother. "Is your family in New York?"

Derek nodded, "Yeah, my dad is working at Mount Sinai hospital at the moment."

"Now that you say it, I may have met him once," she mused, as though her mind was elsewhere.

The server returned now with their meals and the conversation continued as they ate their respective meals. He was cautious not to bring up anything that clearly made her uncomfortable to talk about, mainly the more personal things about her, but they did share their own stories from throughout their internship, their experiences and surgeries they had witnessed. He did note that there seemed to be a bit more drama going on at her own hospital than at his.

As they finished off their food, Derek spoke again, "Do you want dessert?" When Meredith shook her head, he made another suggestion, "Walk along the beach?"

He kept his eyes on her as she turned to look out the ocean, the darkness now creeping up on them with the moon a visible reflection in the water and she spoke in a quiet voice, "Yeah, I'd like that."

She turned to look back at him with a smile, this time initiating their holding of hands by reaching across the table for him. He gladly let her take his hand in her own, unable to keep the smile off his face as she began playing with his fingers this time.

The server came over then with the bill, and he took out his card to pay before Meredith could react and he didn't miss the frown on her face, "I could've at least paid half."

He shook his head and squeezed his fingers around hers, "You can pay next time." She laughed softly and shook her head a little at him before standing up as he did, their hands staying interlocked. "I'll drive us back to my hotel and we can walk along the shore line there," he pulled her closer to him and pressed a kiss to her lips with a soft whisper so that only she could here, "and then we can continue this afternoon's activities there."

Shortly after, they found themselves walking along the shoreline of the beach that was overlook by Derek's hotel. They'd left their shoes in the car to walk barefoot in the sand, and Derek had passed offered Meredith his jacket which now hung over her shoulders as they walked hand in hand.

They came to a stop as Meredith turned to look out at the calm water, and Derek moved to slide his arms around her from behind. She spoke in a quiet voice as his cheek touched against hers, "It's so calming, looking out at the water."

Derek nodded in agreement, "It's nice, being around the calm after the hectic environment of the hospital."

"Hmm," Meredith hummed softly and started to sway a little with him and murmured softly, "I find comfort in the pace of the hospital sometimes," she gave him a small grin as she shrugged, "I've always been around the hospital environment, it's basically a second home for me. Watching surgery… it's my happy place. I can't wait to start doing more than holding a retractor."

I love it when you talk that nerdy shit,
We're in our twenties talking thirty shit.

He chuckled softly and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, "I get that." He grinned softly as she turned, her fingers running through his hair and he mused slightly, "I don't let anyone touch my hair, you know," when she started to withdraw her hands he added, "I like it when you run your fingers through my hair though, especially when you're gripping my hair," his voice lowered as a slight smirk spread across his lips.

We're making money but we're saving it,
Cause talking shit is cheap and we talk a lot of it.

He watched as a slight blush rose on her cheeks, but she slid her hands back into his hair with a gentle grip, "I like having my fingers in your hair," she moved on to her tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips and he held her tighter around her waist to pull her up against him closer.

He pressed his lips harder against hers, his tongue running over her lip desperate to get lost in her essence. A soft groan escaped from deep within him as she pressed her body against his, their lips locked together as their tongues lightly danced with one another.

As they separated slightly to catch their breath, he murmured softly, "I can't get enough of you." He pressed his forehead gently to hers and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, enticing a soft giggle from Meredith's lips which in turn put a grin on his lips. He pressed her lips against hers again in a deep, passionate movement and as he held her even tighter, his jacket fell off her shoulders and on to the sand.

You won't stay with me I know,
But you can have your way with me till you go,
And if all your kisses turn into bruises, I'm a warning.

Only twenty minutes later, he had taken her back to his hotel room, neither able to stop touching the other, whether attacking each other with kisses in the elevator ride up, or keeping their hands linked between them. As Derek unlocked the door to his hotel room, Meredith's lips pressed against his neck in soft kisses, causing him to fumble with the lock on the door as she distracted him. Once he finally got the door open, he lifted her at the waist, causing her to squeal slightly as he carried her through into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He lay her on the bed and hovered over her with a wicked grin on his face and she giggled softly, looking up at him as her fingers worked to unbutton his shirt. He moved to press his lips against her neck, his movements a little rougher as he pressed down against her, feeling her warmth against him.

Let's fall in love for the night,
And forget in the morning.

He couldn't describe the way he felt her about her in that moment, but it was just so overwhelming, and he wanted to show her how he felt, but this was the only way he knew how to show his feelings. His fingers moved to the bottom of her dress, pushing the skirt up over hips as he gently sucked on the skin of her clavicle, the sound of her soft moans being music to his ears.

Play me a song that you like,
You can bet I'll know every line.

He couldn't even start to think about whether or not she'd been with other guys or let them touch her. But in this moment, he didn't care, because he was the one with her now. She could be his for tonight, and if fate were on his side, he would find her again. He just knew as long as made it as memorable for her and it was for him, she wouldn't want to be with anyone else, and she would wait for him.

'Cause I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid.
Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise,
I know better than to ever call you mine.

Lets Fall In Love For The Night – FINNEAS.

A/N: I'm not sure what is going on with guest reviews, but I've double checked my settings and also changed them so I can moderate them to ensure they are going through. Thanks for the positive feedback! I have so much more of this story planned than my other two so while i am still working on the other two, this one might be updated a little quicker for the time being.