Derek watches as Meredith pops a strawberry into her mouth. The terry-cloth robe is sliding slightly off her shoulders as she reads a file her father sent her that morning. Her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, a few tendrils falling free to frame her face. She is wearing a pair of designer reading glasses as she slowly reads over the documents. Her brow is knit in concentration and her feet are popped up in the chair next to her, revealing her firm calves.

He clears his throat. "So…umm…did you sleep okay?" he asks as he struggles to find some comfort with the large erection that he currently has.

Meredith looks up at him, slowly chewing her bite. He notices a tiny trail of pink liquid traveling from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. "Yeah…I…yeah…perfectly," she whispers as her cheek blush crimson before returning to the file in front of her.

He watches intently as Meredith's tongue slowly exits her mouth and clears away the sweet liquid. She is unconscious of her actions, unaware of the effect that they are having on him. If she were aware, she might give herself a proud pat of the back.

He clears his throat again. "So…uhh…what you reading?" he asks as he picks idly at his bagel, needing his carbohydrates before his game in a few hours.

She looks up at him and knits her brows, studying his flushed appearance. "Just some scouting reports," she says slowly before placing the file on the table. "Are you okay?" she asks after another minute, her eyes never leaving his face.

He coughs again as he shifts in his chair. "I'm great…perfect really," he says while looking at her, his discomfort only growing stronger each moment. "Okay…I'm not," he says with a groan after another moment.

Worry fills her eyes as she stands up, the robe slipping just a little more off of her shoulder. She walks over to him and places the back of her palm against his forehead. "Do you think you might be getting sick?" she asks as she looks down at him.

He groans again as her touch incites a fever in his blood. He shakes his head no while reaching up to place his hands on her hips. She gasps at his unexpected touch. "Well, what's wrong?" she asks in a soft tone.

Derek pulls her down onto her lap, eliciting another gasp of surprise from her. He stares at her with eyes ablaze. "You…are driving me…crazy…with your…skin…and your…god…I just…" he whispers feverishly before leaning in and harshly capturing her lips.

Her breath is taken away by his abruptness, but her response is instinctual. She turns her body to straddle his lap, never breaking the strong bond their lips have formed. This new position allows her breasts to press against his chest as she feels the strength of his desire against her stomach. Her fingers become entangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue delves even deeper. Their breathing is erratic as desire pulsates through their arteries and veins, heating their bodies to frenzied temperatures.

Before she knows it, Derek is reaching behind her and brushing the breakfast items off of the table. She can hear the items crash to the floor, but doesn't understand why until Derek's hands are under her ass and are lifting her onto the table. She gasps as the cold table makes contact with the bare skin of her ass. Her hands move from his hair to his strong shoulders as he slowly lays her down on the table, his body moving with hers.

He finally breaks the kiss as his mouth moves to her neck as his hand slowly slides up her exposed thigh. She gasps his name as his fingers softly brush over her soft mound. He removes his mouth from her neck and rests his forehead against hers, their hot breath beating against the other's face as they pant uncontrollably. She reaches up and runs her fingers slowly along his cheek bone and down his jaw.

"I should go take a shower," he whispers as his eyes burn deep into her soul.

"Yeah," she manages she whisper after a moment, but her arms wrap around his torso, pulling him even closer.

He groans as his thigh rubs against her wetness. "Mer," he says in a deep, husky voice, "if we don't stop now, I'm not sure if I will be able to."

She bites down on her lip, contemplating. He moves his body forward to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Not until you're absolutely sure," he leans down and whispers into her ear, his hot breath lapping against her neck where his mouth was only a few moments before.

He slowly pushes himself off of her body, hating the instant cold that seems to hit his skin. He slaps his hands together. "Now it's time for a nice cold shower," he says with a soft smile at Meredith.

"Sorry," she mutters as she pushes herself off of the kitchen table.

He chuckles as he reaches out and helps her off of the table. "Don't be. No one has ever driven me this crazy. It's a compliment," he says with a wink.

She blushes as she begins to take a step towards her room. He wraps his arm around her waist, stopping her. "Woah, be careful. I might have gotten a little excited and knocked everything onto the floor. Don't step in glass," he says as he looks at all of the glass and food in the floor.

"Actually," he says before leaning down and scooping her up, "how about I just carry you to your room?"

Meredith gasps before bursting out in giggles. "I am just as capable of avoiding glass as you are."

"I know," he says as he smirks at her, "I just like pretending to be your knight in shining armor, swooping down to rescue his damsel in distress."

Meredith rolls her eyes. "Riiiiiight," she says as he finally sits her down on her bed.

He chuckles as he leans down and quickly brushes his lips across hers before walking out of the room.

Meredith throws herself back on the bed, sighing loudly before erupting into a fit of giggles. Things have definitely taken a turn and she can't remember being happier.