Meredith sighs happily as she sits down on the bench. It is now eleven o'clock and she is exhausted. The practice went well. She kept up with the team and even outdid most of them. It was almost like a competition between her and Derek. There was a tension between them. A tension that causes her to squirm a little. She doesn't quite get what it is, but she knows that it is there and that it is strong.
She removes her shoes and can't help but feel the relief of her feet finally being able to breath. She peels off her sweaty socks, she doesn't even want to imagine how bad her feet smell right now. Through her pain and discomfort, she can't help but smile at the image of Derek's sweaty body which makes its way to the forefront of her mind.
Meredith noticed that Derek's mood kept getting worse as the practice progressed. He was broody and kept shooting her this angry glare, a glare that did things to her. Things that she didn't know could happen with just a look, but Derek's glare did those things to her. And even if she won't admit it, she wants his glare to do that to her over and over again.
She places her foot on the bench, bringing her knee up to her chin, as she slowly kneeds the tense muscles in her calf. As soon as she is satisfied, she changes legs. It is after she has worked a few mintues on her left calf that she suddenly feels as if someone is watching her. She looks up and her green eyes meet blue.
She can't suppress the gasp as she looks into his deep blue eyes, surprised that he is looking at her and surprised at the intensity that she finds in his eyes. It is a way that no one has ever looked at her before, at least not while sober.
Meredith pulls her knee closer to her chest, completely unaware of the fact that this only causes his eyes to darken even more.
Meredith: What?
Derek shakes his head, almost as if forcing himself out of some sort of reverie.
Derek: Nothing.
Meredith: You are staring at me.
Derek doesn't stop looking at her.
Derek: No, I'm not.
Meredith: Yes, you are.
Derek: Do you want me to be staring at you?
Meredith feels herself blush as she becomes flustered. She doesn't really know how to repsond.
Meredith: Why would I want you to be looking at me?
Derek smirks as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Derek: I'm a good looking guy.
Meredith arches her eyebrow.
Meredith: Full of yourself much?
Derek chuckles.
Derek: You want me.
Meredith gasps as she finally releases her leg from her grasp.
Meredith: I do not.
Derek: Yes, you do.
Meredith: Keep dreaming.
Derek cocks his eyebrow as he allows his eyes to visibly scan over her body.
Derek: Oh, I will.
Meredith blushes furiously as she stands to her feet. She reaches down and grabs her bag, not even bothing to put on shoes.
Meredith: You are being inappropriate.
Derek: I like inappropriate. More inappropriate I say.
Meredith's mouth falls agape as she stares at him for a moment. She shakes her head and begins to walk quickly towards the gate, towards her exit, towards her escape from his glare.
She feels him walking behind her. She can feel the heat radiating off of his body, even if there is a large amount of space between them. This space doesn't decrease the effect the heat of his body has on hers. She hears him chuckle.
Derek; You aren't wearing any shoes.
Meredith keeps her eyes focused on the gate, afraid of the effect his eyes have on her.
Meredith: I know that.
Derek: The asphalt is going to be hot. You are going to burn your feet.
Meredith: I will be fine.
Meredith reaches the gate and walks onto the asphalt. She immediately feels the burn on her feet and starts to hop from one foot to the other. It only takes a minute for Derek to be by her side. He picks her up so fast that she doesn't even realize what is happening.
She feels Derek's strong arms around her, his chiseled chest against her side. It takes a moment for it all to register. Derek is carrying her. Derek picked her up. She is in Derek's arms. Derek's voice cuts into her thoughts.
Derek: Where is you car?
He has swept her off of her feet, both figuratively and literally. She can't let this happen. This is crazy. She is his boss, well, she is about to be his boss. She starts to hit him in the chest with her fists.
Derek: Hey! Why in the hell are you hitting me?!
Meredith: Because, you are an ass!
Derek: How am I an ass?
Meredith: Because, you are.
Derek: I just saved your feet from getting burned, and I'm an ass?
Meredith: I don't need a knight in shining...whatever. So go save someone else.
Derek smirks.
Derek: So, do you want me to put you back down?
Meredith: Yes!
Derek places Meredith back down on the ground, where she immediately begins to jump from one foot to the other. Meredith runs to her Range Rover, very much aware that Derek is watching her.
How dare he look at her like that! How dare he touch her like that! He really does get on her nerves. He gets on so many of her nerves.
Derek (yelling): I will see you Monday!
Meredith (yelling): Whatever!
Meredith starts her Range Rover and drives away, leaving Derek standing there watching her. She has one week. One week to get over these feelings. One week to strengthen her resolve. One week. One week until she is going to Europe. One week until her life will take an unexpected and exciting turn. One week.
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Derek watches Meredith drive away as he fidgets with the keys in his hand. There is something about her. He just can't figure it out. He looks down to the keys in his hand. He can't believe that she got him a Porsche.
He kind of feels bad for all of the angry looks that he knows he shot her during practice. It was just, hearing all of the guys talk about her rubbed him the wrong way. It wasn't jealousy. He doesn't get jealous. He is Derek Shepherd. He doesn't do jealous. He doesn't get jealous but hearing Mark talk about getting her in bed made him angry. It still makes him angry just thinking about it.
He looks across the parking lot, looking for his new car. His eyes scan the parking lot. His eyes stop when they land on a dark blue Porsche. He can't help but gasp at the beauty of the car. What about his Escalade? He walks towards his new car and runs his fingers along the body of the car, feeling her curves. She feels so nice under his touch. He closes his eyes as he continues his exploration and imagines the curves of Meredith. He wants to memorize her body the same way he is memorizing those of the car.
He sticks the key into the lock and unlocks the door. He could use the remote, but he wants to feel the turn of the key in the door. He wants to enjoy every touch he can. He gently pulls on the handle, almost as if he is in awe that he is about to be getting into this car. His car.
He gently inserts the key into the ignition and starts the car. He can't help but think about how much he would like to put his key into her ignition. He sits there for a moment, allowing himself to adjust to his new surroundings. He runs his hands over the soft leather of the steering wheel, enjoying the way the smooth surface feels under his large hands. He imagines the smooth surface is her skin, her silky smooth skin.
He finally reaches for the key again and turns it. The engine roars to life and he can feel the soft vibrations all through his body. Soft and quiet vibrations. He runs his hand along the gear shift, waiting for the perfect moment to set his car into motion. This is his first ride in a new car and he wants to remember every touch, ever smell, every sensation.
He grips the gear shift and shifts into first. He takes his foot off of the break and the car is set into motion. Slow. He starts off slow. Wanting to get a feel for the way she rides.
He slowly increases the pressure on the gas as the speed of the car increases. He feels his excitement grow as he places his foot on the break briefly to shift into a higher gear. She is riding smoothly and he can only imagine how smooth a ride on Meredith would be.
He licks his lips as he gradually increases the speed. So far this test ride is more than he could have imagined. It is perfect. She rides perfectly. She is his dream car. She is his dream car and Meredith gave her to him.
He turns a sharp corner and she turns perfectly. She is perfect. Derek once again shifts to a higher gear, wanting to push the car to her limits. He takes a series of turns as he pushes. He pushes. He pushes. He skids to a stop in the same parking spot where he started from. He is out of breath from his ride. From his completely satisfying and exhilerating ride. It is the best ride he has ever been on. It is the best ride he has ever been on and he can't help but compare the car to Meredith.
He groans as he leans his forehead against the steering wheel. How is he supposed to resist her? How is he supposed to resist her when they will be staying together in Europe? How is he supposed to resist her in Europe when he can barely resist her here?
He opens the door and steps out of the car and all he can think about is how badly he wants to take Meredith for a test drive. About how he wants to ride her like she's never been ridden before.