Derek is tired. No. He is exhausted. Four hours of practice. Normally four hours for him was nothing, but that coupled with the jet lag knocked him on his ass. Now he is leaning against the back rail of the elevator as it ascends to his suite. His suite that he is sharing with Meredith.
He runs a hand over his tired face as he tries to push her out of his mind. A fan asking for his autograph accomplishes this task for a short moment before he finds himself alone on the elevator. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with his thoughts of Meredith. Thoughts that aren't so pure. Thoughts that wouldn't even be televised on HBO's late night porn that he used to watch growing up.
He sighs and pushes himself off of the wall as the elevator reaches his floor. He walks out of the elevator and pauses in front of the door before using his keycard. He can do this. He has self-discipline and he can do this. He can.
He inhales deeply before unlocking the door and opening it. The sight before him causes his breath to hitch in his throat and his self-discipline to go hurling out of the window. Sitting on the couch is Meredith. She has on a pair of glasses, which he didn't even know she wore, and her damp hair is cascading over her shoulders. His eyes travel further down her body and take in her white tank top and her white boy shorts that tightly hug her body, showing off all of her perfect curves.
She is sitting up straight and staring intently at the plasma television with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. She is so wrapped up in what is on the screen that she doesn't even notice his presence. Derek clears his throat, sending Meredith into a jump as she shrieks and the bowl of popcorn that is resting in her lap goes flying onto the floor.
Derek can't help but chuckle as Meredith looks frantically around. When he eyes come to rest on him she narrows her eyes at him and places her hands on her hips.
Meredith: What in the hell are you laughing at?
Derek: Why are you so jumpy?
Meredith straightens up and lifts up her chin as she looks at him and answers.
Meredith: I just happen to be watching a scary movie.
Derek arches his eyebrows as he looks at the petite woman. He throws his bag down on the floor and walks towards the couch.
Derek: Which one?
Meredith plops down onto the couch as she kicks the bowl out of the way. She doesn't seem to mind that Derek is seeing her in her underwear, and this is something that turns him on even more.
Meredith: Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Derek: The one with Jessica Biel?
Meredith: That's the one.
Derek: She's hot.
Meredith rolls her eyes.
Meredith: You are such a man.
Derek: Yes. I am.
Derek wiggles his eyebrows at Meredith, eliciting the most intoxicating giggle he has ever heard from another human being from her mouth.
Derek: Do you mind if I watch it with you?
Meredith: Not at all.
Derek reclines back on the other side of the couch, his attention torn between the screen and Meredith. Meredith has her leg propped up on the coffee table that is in front of the couch and his eyes travel from her ankle up her defined calves, over her perfect thighs until her bare skin is obstructed by the cotton material of her boy shorts. He can only imagine what is under that thin piece of material, and imagine he does.
Derek tears his eyes from her perfect body and tries to focus on the movie. He needs to focus on the movie. He can't have her. He wants her, but he can't have her. He can't.
He sees her moving closer to him out of the corner of his eye as the killer is chasing Jessica and the curly-headed lisping guy. She is scared. She is scared and he wants to protect her. He wants to take away that fear. He wants to wrap his arms around her and make her feel better. He wants to. He wants to but he can't.
All of the sudden Meredith jumps into his lap and buries her face in his shirt as the killer places the lisping guy on something hanging from the ceiling. He instinctively wraps his arms around Meredith as the killer revs the chainsaw. They both know what is coming and Meredith's breathing becomes labored as the guys screams echo through the otherwise quiet room, breathing that automatically makes him think about sex. Sex with Meredith. The Meredith who is sitting on his lap and in his arms. Her breathing. Sex with her.
He can feel Meredith's body stiffen in his arms as she suddenly realizes where she is. She slowly leans back and looks up at him, but he doesn't move his arms. In fact, he tightens his grip on her, not wanting to let her go. Their eyes lock on each other and he finds himself moving his hand up under her shirt. Her skin feels so silky and smooth under his hand.
Suddenly his lips are crashing down on hers. He is hungry and needy for her. He runs his tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the salt and butter from her popcorn as he begs entrance into her mouth. She acquiesces and opens her mouth slightly and allows his tongue entrance.
Derek pulls her body closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue plunging into the depths of her delicious mouth. She tastes so good. He knew she would taste good, but actually tasting her, it is even better than he ever could have imagined. Meredith moans into his mouth as his thumbs rub circles on her pelvic bones. Her moans send vibrations through his body and directly to his penis. He knows that he is getting hard. He knows that he is getting hard and that she can probably feel it. Is it bad that he wants her to feel it? He wants her to know how much he wants her.
Their tongues mesh together and their taste buds partake of each other. Meredith runs her fingers through his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth. Meredith moves her hips slightly, rubbing up against his now throbbing erection. He groans in tantalizing pleasure.
Just as Derek begins to make the move to lie her down on the couch, there is a knock at the door. Meredith quickly jumps up and runs to the door and Derek groans quietly in sexual frustration. This week just keeps getting harder and harder, just like his ever present erection.
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Meredith quickly opens the door to reveal the room service that she had forgotten that she had ordered. She tries to regain her composure as she quickly ushers the wide eyed youth into the suite. She doesn't realize that she is barely covered.
She avoids Derek's intense eyes as she glances around the suite.
Meredith: I…um…ordered room service…
She can almost feel Derek smirking as she hears him get up off of the couch.
Derek: I can see that.
Meredith quickly hands the youth a large bill before he leaves the room. The sexual tension in the air is strong. Meredith is horny. She is. That kiss. That kiss was wow. That kiss was enough to send her into an orgasm if it had lasted much longer. If it had lasted much longer it would have turned into something more than a kiss. She knows that. She knows that because she wants that. She wants that but she can't have that. It's unethical.
She twirls a strand of hair between her fingers as she continues to avoid Derek's gaze. She is completely uncomfortable. She doesn't know how to act in these situations. When it comes to the opposite sex she is completely inexperienced. She has a total of one relationship in her past and that was one screwed up relationship. She bites down on her swollen bottom lip, swollen from their kiss, and she can almost taste him.
Meredith: Umm…there's food…if you are…umm…hungry…I kind of ordered a lot…I…yeah…so if…you know…you want anything…help yourself…or whatever…because I'm not going to be able to eat it all…I mean…I have a big appetite…but not that big…I just couldn't decide…so if you….uhhh…if you want anything just help yourself...yeah..
Derek chuckles.
Derek: You're rambling.
Meredith blushes and Derek notices. He takes a step towards her.
Derek: And I find it absolutely adorable.
Meredith snaps her head up and looks at him for a moment before once again averting her gaze to anywhere but him. Derek takes another step towards her.
Derek: Meredith, what's wrong?
Meredith looks at him before looking back down at the floor. As she speaks she looks up at him every now and them from under her lashes and bites down on her bottom lip. Her voice is timid and she alternates her weight from one foot to the other.
Meredith: Well…umm…it's just…you…um…we…..and I…you know…and well…
Derek chuckles as he moves to stand only inches in front of Meredith. He places his thumb under her chin and forces her to look into his eyes. His simple touch sends chills throughout her body and causes her core to heat up almost instantly. His eyes are sincere as he gazes into her seas of green that are expressing her fear and uncertainty.
Derek: I kissed you.
Meredith swallows as she can see the passion that is veiling Derek's amazing eyes. She nods silently.
Derek: Did you like me kissing you?
Meredith's eyes widen in surprise at his question. She can't answer that, can she? She wants to scream out yes. She wants to tell him about all of the new feelings and sensations that coursed through her body as he kissed her. She wants to. She wants to but she can't.
Derek: Because I liked kissing you. I liked kissing you and I plan on doing it again…and again…and again..
Meredith feels her knees go weak as his words echo in her ears. He wants her. Derek Shepherd, soccer phenom, wants her, Meredith Grey. This doesn't happen to her. No one ever wants her. It is a new feeling, to be wanted. But she can't. She is his boss. She can't.
She clears her throat and straightens up, pulling away from his contact.
Meredith: We can't.
Derek cocks his head to the side and smiles at her.
Derek; Why not?
Meredith: Because I'm practically your boss.
Derek arches his eyebrow.
Derek: So, you're not denying that you want me?
Meredith gasps as she steps back.
Meredith: I didn't say that.
Derek chuckles as he takes a step towards her and locks his eyes on her.
Derek: Do you want me, Meredith?
Silence.
Derek leans in so that his lips are close to her ear. She can feel his hot breath against her skin. She closes her eyes as she tries to maintain her composure as her body screams for him.
Derek: Because I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. You drive me crazy. You drive me crazy and I'm not going to hide it or deny it anymore. I want you, Meredith Grey, and I always get what I want.
Derek reaches around Meredith and she can feel the body heat radiating from his skin. He grabs a bowl of fruit off of the table as he maintains eye contact with her. His proximity makes the wetness between her legs grow. He smirks at her before turning around and heading back to the couch. He calls to her over his shoulder.
Derek: Are we going to finish watching the movie or what?
Meredith swallows before turning and grabbing the plate of cheese fries and heading towards the couch. She starts to sit down on the couch but thinks better of it and settles in a nearby chair instead. Derek chuckles. She looks at him.
Meredith: What?
Derek: No self-control. It's sad. Really.
Meredith smirks at him before turning back to the movie. She tries to focus on the movie. She tries really hard, but she can't. All she can think about is Derek. The way that his lips felt on hers, the way his tongue demanded entrance into her mouth, the way he tasted, the way he felt, the feeling of his erection against her as she sat on his lap.
She shakes her head, trying to dislodge these thought from her mind. She can't help but think that this is going to be a long night, but she has no idea.