Meredith inhales the morning air as she gets out of her royal blue Land Rover. She is ready for this. She can do this. She takes a drink of her hot venti caramel macchiato before walking to the back door and pulling out her equipment bag. She then goes to the back of the Land Rover and pulls out another bag that is full of gifts for the team.
She smiles nervously as she walks towards the practice stadium. She hopes that they like the gifts. She hopes that they like her. She notices that there is a black Cadillac Escalade already parked. She wonders who it could be, she is almost two hours early. Hell, the sun isn't even out yet.
She is wearing a pair of sweats over her practice shorts and a white tank over her sports bra. She plans on stretching and warming up before the practice actually begins. She has high endurance and this is something that she used to do all of the time when she played with the national team.
She uses her key to unlock a gate to the stadium. She pushes the heavy gate open and locks it back behind her. It is when she turns around and walks towards the field that she sees him. Derek Shepherd. Derek Shepherd is already there. It looks like he just got there and has just started his stretching. He doesn't notice her yet so she just watches him for a minute. He isn't wearing a shirt and she can't believe how right she was about his chiseled body when she pictured it in her imagination.
Meredith takes a step forward, trying to be quiet so that she doesn't disturb him. However, her plan is foiled when he drop her Blackberry.
Meredith: Shit!
Derek quickly jerks his head up to see who is at the stadium this early. Meredith looks back up and her eyes meet his. She smiles meakly as Derek starts to walk over towards her.
Derek: You're here early.
Meredith tries not to concentrate on his amazing body as she swallows the lump in her throat before answering.
Meredith: So are you.
Derek: I'm always early.
Meredith: Except for yesterday.
Derek crosses his arms over his chest as he furrows his brow at her. Meredith doesn't mean to attack him, but his stance tells her that is the way he is taking it.
Derek: I would have been early if I hadn't constantly been stopped by fans and then bombarded outside of the restaurant.
Meredith: Right...
Derek: What are you doing here so early anyways?
Meredith: I like to be warmed up before I really get started. Plus, I like to take advantage of the open field.
Derek tries to hide his shock, but Meredith sees it. She doesn't realize that her reasons for being early are exactly the same as his.
Meredith: Well, I'm going to change my shoes and then stretch.
Derek smiles at her as he moves to the side. She loves his smile. She can't help but check out his very nice ass as he turns around and walks back to his spot. Nice ass. She can just imagine grabbing onto that ass as he..
No. Meredith. No. You are practically his boss. This is so unethical. Plus, he is a manwhore. No.
Meredith walks over to the bench, removing her soccer shoes from one of her bags before she places them both under the bench. She leans over and changes her shoes. As she leans over she glances up and notices that Derek is watching her. She notices him smirk.
So, he thinks he's hot shit. I guess it doesn't hurt to have a little fun.
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Derek looks over at Meredith as she sits down on the bench changing her shoes. He notices that she is looking at him and he can't help but smirk. She gives him a look before standing up. He watches as she pulls down her sweat pants, revealing a pair of shorts that are similar to his own. She now stands there in a white tank and white practice shorts. He thinks that this is what she is going to practice in. He is shocked as hell when she reaches down and pulls the white tank over her head, revealing her black sports bra that he hadn't failed to notice before.
She can't practice in that. The guys will eat her alive. He can't help but thinking how much he would like to eat her. He allows his eyes to travel down her body. Her full breasts fill out the sports bra nicely. He thinks about how soft they might feel underneath his hands. His eyes travel farther down and he notices that she has abs. Not obvious in a disgusting way, but there nonetheless.
He hears her clear her throat and he looks back up at her.
Derek: What?
Meredith: Are you checking me out?
He could lie. He could say no. He could, but where is the fun in that?
Derek: Yup.
He hears her gasp as he goes back to his stretches. He looks over his shoulder at her.
Derek: Well, you shouldn't wear something like that if you don't want to be looked at. The guys will eat you alive.
Meredith huffs as she begins to stretch next to Derek.
Meredith: For you information, I can handle myself. Plus, I plan on putting on a shirt before practice.
Derek: Right.
Meredith stops and stands up straight, placing her hands on her hips.
Meredith: What? You don't think I can play?
Derek stops his stretching and turns to face her.
Derek: I don't doubt that you think that you can play. Or that you can play with other girls, but you are going to be playing with men. Are you sure you can handle that?
Derek means the question in more ways than one, even if he will never admit it. She looks cute when she's angry.
Note to self. Make her angry more often.
Meredith: I can handle men just fine. I am sure that I can handle you.
Derek arches his eyebrow.
Derek: Oh really?
Derek's heart is racing. He wants her to handle him. He can think of some very specific ways in which she can handle him.
Derek: Well, how about we test your theory?
Meredith looks his up and down.
Meredith: Fine. As soon as I finish stretching we will play one on one. First one to score five goals wins. When possession changes you have to run to midfield before turning back and attempting to score.
Derek: You're on.
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Derek smirks at Meredith as she rolls the ball around with her right foot. She is looking him in the eye and he is surprised that the only thing that he sees there is ferocity. He closes his eyes for a moment and imagine that same look on her face as he hovers above her in a completely different arena, his bedroom.
Meredith sees the look in Derek's eyes and knows that he isn't going to take it easy on her and this, for some reason, send chills down her spine. She knows he is competitive, just like she is, and she can only imagine the stamina that he brings into the bedroom. She waits for him to open his eyes before she speaks.
Meredith: Ready?
Derek smirks.
Derek: I was born ready.
Meredith kicks the ball to Derek, who kicks it right back to her. Derek stays right on top of her as she tries to maneuver around him. She can only think about him being on top of her in a completely different situation. She can almost feel his skin against hers, that is how close his bare chest is to hers. She can even feel his hot breath against her face as they run around the pitch. She bites down on her lip.
Derek watches Meredith as she bites down on her lip. That simple movement distracts him as he thinks about the wonderful things her teeth could do to his skin. In his moment of distraction, Meredith kicks the ball between his legs and runs around him. Before he can respond, the ball is in the back of the net and Meredith is pumping her fists in the air.
Meredith: That's 1-0.
Derek smirks.
Derek: I can count.
Meredith: Nice to know that there is some brains to go with all the braun.
Derek: Are you calling me hot?
During this interaction they have traveled back to the center of the field and Derek has kicked the ball to Meredith and she has kicked it back. Derek's question leaves her stunned and he darts around her and quickly places the ball in the back of the net.
Derek: That's 1-1 and you still haven't answered my question.
Meredith and Derek continue to play for the next hour and both are covered in sweat. Derek is impressed by Meredith's skills and her ability to keep up with him. It is now tied at 4-4 and the next one to score a goal wins. Meredith has the balls and is fighting to get around Derek.
They both feel the tension rising as well as their attraction for the other as they continue to battle for the last goal. Derek rubs his sweaty chest against Meredith's as he attempts and fails to take the ball away from her. He swears that he can hear her giggle. It is a very cute giggle.
Meredith feels her temperature rise as Derek presses his chest against hers in his attempt to take the ball away. Now that she knows how he feels agains her, she wants to feel more of him. She wants to feel more of him against more of her. She can't help but giggle when he fails to steal the ball. She decides it's now or never. She cuts to the left and kicks the ball hard towards the goal. Derek is right there on her and the force of the kick combined with her loss of balance from the cut sends Meredith to the ground, Derek falling down on top of her.
Derek can feel the rise and fall of her breasts against his bare chest as she attempts to catch her breath. They both turn to see the ball enter the goal, but neither are wanting to move. Neither want to end this moment of closeness. Both are thinking about moments when the could be in similar situations but with less clothing impending their union.
Meredith (barely above a whisper): I won.
Derek leans down. She can feel his hot breath on her face. She wants him to continue his descent to her lips. She yearns for him to. He wants to. He wants to taste her. All of her.
Derek: Shut up.
Derek's lips are mere centimeters from hers. And that is when it hits her. She can't. She is basically his boss. She can't. She pushes on his chest and he looks at her with a confused expression.
Meredith: We can't.
Derek gets a horrified look on his face before he jumps off of her.
Derek: You're right. We can't.
Meredith opens her mouth to speak, but it stopped by the sound of the coach's voice yelling at them.
Coach: Hey. You guys are here early. Did you get in a good work out?
Derek glances at Meredith.
Derek: Yeah, Coach, we did.
Derek can't help but think about how much he would like to continue this workout later. Much later.
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