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Derek
I walked out of the bar, still feeling the soft lips of the mysterious woman on mine. I slowly reached with my hand to my lips, brushing my fingertips over them.
Soon I felt a strong hand slapping on my back. I quickly turned around to see the laughing eyes of Mark.
"She was hot!" He said, eyeing me suspiciously. When he finally noticed my disorientated look he spoke up again, "Did she hypnotise you or something?" He raised an eyebrow when I still didn't respond. "Gave you your first orgasm?" He tried again, mouthing the word 'orgasm' very clearly.
With that I finally responded and rolled my eyes. He just grinned back at me and I grabbed his hand, pulling him to the car. I really liked to get home to dream some more about the beautiful woman I had just met.
The entire car drive home, I sat in the back, out of Mark's sight so I could think about Meredith. I closed my eyes and relived the kiss we shared. It was intense, yet light and sweet.
When we arrived home, I went directly to the bathroom, changing into my pyjama's to make myself ready to go to bed. Twenty minutes later I lay in my bed, my eyes closed again and seeing the picture of Meredith's smile in my mind. I wondered how her voice sounded. It was wrong to think about it, since I would never know, but I couldn't help it.
I had always wondered about the sounds of people, but with Meredith it was more intense. Sound was the only thing she had, which made me wonder more about it.
My own actions at the bar had surprised me. I was never charming. She was only the second girl I had kissed and the first one was when I was eighteen and Mark practically forced the girl to kiss me.
I smiled when I thought back to her smile. Did she even realise how beautiful she was? Her smile was incredibly contagious and she lit up when she smiled. Even her eyes, that were no use for her, sparkled.
Never had I thought to meet someone like her at a night in a bar that was actually forced on me. Normally I always sulked in the back of the bar, looking at my hands in my lap for the entire evening as I waited for Mark to return with some girl and pull me home with them.
This time, the only thing I wanted to do was stay there. Look at the beautiful woman I had actually dared to kiss. I wanted to feel her soft lips on my again and look in her sparkling green eyes. I wanted to feel her hands running through my hair as my tongue explored her mouth.
I wanted her.
But I couldn't, because I was located in my bed in the small apartment I shared with the guy who had been my best friend for what seemed like an eternity.
I tossed and turned in my bed for while, until I had enough of it and swung my legs over my bed and silently stepped out of it. I grabbed the note with Meredith's phone number from one of the pockets of my pants and grabbed my cell phone.
I quickly started typing a message and sent it to her. In the hope she'd find a way to read it.
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Meredith
It was the next morning when I noticed my cell phone and been vibrating every ten minutes. I groaned and picked up the phone. I soon realised I had a text message and chuckled when I thought about it. Who sends a blind person a test message? I thought.
I stepped out of bed and went into the living room. I heard Izzie in the kitchen and walked to it easily.
"Good morning," I said as I sat down on one of the chairs and placed my cell phone on the table.
"Morning," Izzie said. I knew she hadn't turned around and just continued cooking. "Want some?" She asked after a while and she placed the steaming plate of freshly bakes pancakes in front of me.
"No thanks," I picked up my cell phone again and handed it to my friend. "I have a text message,"
I heard Izzie chuckle and press on some buttons. "Who sends a blind person a test message…?" She muttered.
I laughed. "That's what I thought," I paused. "I but I think I know who it is," I said reluctantly. I pursed my lips and hoped silently that is was indeed Derek who had sent me a test message.
"I know who it is!" she said. She sounded surprised but also shocked. She had obviously seen the text message already.
"Tell me!" I said slamming with my hands on the table like a child.
Suddenly Izzie's pager started beeping. "Crap!" She said. "I got to go," She placed my cell phone in front of me and ran out of the door.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Stupid doctors!" I said to myself as I threw my hands up in defeat.
I sulked around for a while, thinking about how to solve the problem I had. Suddenly I had an idea, I grabbed my cell phone again, happy that Izzie kept it on the text message.
Izzie had once taught me to send a text message and my fingers moved fast over the keys. I told him that I couldn't read it and that I was sorry.
With a sigh I placed my cell phone back and grabbed the grocery bag. It was my turn to do the shopping and it was good for me to keep my mind off things.
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Meredith
I walked over the street, two large filled bags in my one hand, my cane in the other. I walked the all too familiar route back to the house and bumped into some incredibly rude people, but managed until I was almost home.
I was maybe two minutes from my house when somebody bumped into me from behind me. The person was clearly in a hurry going somewhere. All my groceries fell to the ground and I quickly started collecting them.
"Sorry," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and heard him gasp.
"Meredith!" He said. He didn't pronounce it entirely well, but it sounded very good rolling of his tongue.
I smiled and felt him kneeling besides me to help me with my groceries. "It's okay," I said, still smiling.
I wanted to know his reaction to my smile. I wanted to know if he was smiling too, but soon we were already getting up from the ground and he took both my grocery bags.
"I. Help," He said.
I frowned, but realised what he meant. "My house is over there," I said, pointing into the direction I was going. "I think…" I muttered.
"I. Know," He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.
As we were walking to my house, I felt Derek's eyes on me. I flushed but continued guiding myself with the cane.
Suddenly he stopped me and gently took the cane out of my hand with his one free hand. He wrapped one arm around my waist and started walking again.
"Trust. Me," He said and he guided me to my house…
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When we reached the house, Derek helped me with placing the groceries on the right places. It was nice to have a pair of eyes; everything was suddenly a lot faster done.
I smiled when we cleaned everything up in just a few minutes. I felt him walking towards me and in only a matter of seconds I felt his hands on my head, stroking my hair. From my hair he went down to my cheek, stroking it with is thumb. He leaned forward and I felt his hot breath prickling on my lips before he pressed them onto mine in a kiss that was so passionate and heated it made me gasp for air when we broke apart.
I still had my hands in his hair and I placed my head on his chest until I had my breathing under control. He was also breathing heavily and leaned his head on mine.
I pulled my head from his chest and leaned forward to softly kiss him again, my hand now cupping his cheek.
This time he pulled away, breathing as heavily as before. His hands dropped down to my waist and he pulled me to him again, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
We stayed like that for a while. Inhaling deeply as our bodies touched on every possible spot. I felt his chest rise with every breath he took and it calmed mine. I felt relaxed in his arms, until I realised something…
I took my head from his chest to look at him, although it was unnecessary it was nice for the dramatic effect. "What did the text message say?" I blurted out.
He was silent for a while until he leaned into me and started whispering in my ear. "Not. Telling,"
I smiled and my hands found his face again. I could feel him smile against my fingertips. "That's mean," I said, pretending to pout.
His smile only grew larger against my hands and I couldn't keep mine in control either. Slowly my fingertips started moving over his face again. Moving over his eyes, I noticed they were closed as if he had to close them to stay in control. Eventually, I dropped my hands to rest them around his neck.
I leaned into him and surprised him by the feeling of my lips on his. He immediately responded, though. I parted my lips and his tongue entered my mouth.
I moaned and my hands were tangled in his hair again. His hands roamed over my back. I wanted to feel every inch of him, but I knew that I would have to keep my control. I had just met him for god sake!
We broke apart, once again trying to catch our breath.
Once we were breathing normally again, he spoke up, "Dinner? Tomorrow?" His voice sounded so sweet and tempting.
I didn't want to sound too desperate and answer before he had even said it all, but as soon as he finished I nodded a yes, knowing he would see it. I gave him a toothy smile with it too.
He stroked with one hand over my hair as he did the first time we met and he slid it down to my jaw line, tipping my chin up just like before. But this time, instead of trying to speak to me with his voice, he spoke to me by placing his lips onto mine for a brief, light kiss. A kiss that didn't say a 'goodbye' but promised a 'see you soon'.
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