A/N: I really want to thank everyone for their reviews; it makes me want to write more and more and more and procrastinate about doing college stuff more and more and more. I don't know if I'll have more later tonight because of working on my essay, a staff meeting at work, and REDSKINS GAME! As promised, here's the date…
Chapter 6: Goodnight
The ride to the restaurant was about 20 minutes long, and Derek kept Meredith in the dark the whole way there. They had pleasant conversation the whole time, no awkward pauses, which was something Meredith didn't experience quite often. They finally pulled up to the restaurant, and Meredith looked out the window, realizing that it was her favorite Italian restaurant, Prelibato. "Oh my gosh, I love this restaurant," Meredith said as Derek took her hand and helped her out of the car. "I know," Derek said, obviously pleased with himself. "But, how?" Meredith was now confused. "I have my ways, because, like you said, I'm one of those," Derek said. Izzie, Meredith thought to herself, making a mental note to thank her when she got home.
They entered the restaurant and Derek walked up to the hostess. "I have a reservation for 2, for Shepherd," he told the woman. "Oh, yes, Dr. Shepherd. You're table is ready, please follow me," she said, grabbing two menus and walking to a table. They were seated a table right by the window where they could look out the window at the water and the ferryboats passing by. They each thanked the waitress as she walked away. "Derek, this is amazing," Meredith said, still in awe of the view. He smiled just because he knew that she was happy. He had never felt like this about anyone this soon. They sat there quietly looking over their menus, but each glancing at each other every few seconds. The waitress came back over, noticing that they had closed their menus. "What can I get for you?" she asked politely. Meredith looked at Derek, expecting him to start. "Ladies first," he said. Meredith grinned at him. "Okay, I'll have the penne pasta sautéed with tomatoes and mushrooms" she said. "And for you sir?" the waitress said, turning to Derek. "I'll have the linguine with the steak and tomatoes on top," he told her. They then ordered a bottle a wine, and the waitress walked away.
Meredith took a sip of her water and looked at Derek, "So," she said, "Tell me about yourself." "Tell you about myself? What do you want to know?" he replied. "I don't know," she said, "Um, you're family, tell me about you're family." "Well," Derek answered, "I have 4 sisters, 3 older, 1 younger. The three older one's all have kids. Lots of kids." "So that means, you have lots of nieces and nephews," Meredith said. "Very good," Derek said. Meredith laughed, "I have a nephew too. I have one brother, Jason, and he has a little boy, and his wife is pregnant again. She's due pretty soon actually. Izzie is their doctor." Meredith couldn't believe how open she was being with Derek, but she had never felt so comfortable around another man as she did around him.
Their dinner came about 20 minutes later, and they continued talking. Meredith still couldn't get over how Derek had gotten such a great table with such a view. Neurosurgeon connection, she figured. They continued to talk about their families, how delicious their food was, and how Meredith had come to be a teacher. They finished their meals and the waitress came to take their plates. "Are you two all done?" she asked. "Yes," Meredith answered, "Everything was so delicious." "I'm glad you enjoyed it," the waitress said, "Would you like to see our dessert menu?" Derek was about to say no, they were full, but Meredith cut him off, "Of course." The waitress walked away with their plates and Derek looked at Meredith. "How can you eat anymore?" he said, "I'm about to burst." "It's dessert, Derek. There's always room for dessert." Derek laughed at her, as the waitress returned with the dessert menu. They ordered a chocolate torte to share. After finishing the cake, Derek paid the bill and they walked out of the restaurant and sat on a bench watching the boats. "I have a thing for ferryboats," Derek said, turning to look at Meredith. "Really?" she said with a smile. They sat there for a while quietly, just enjoying each other's company when Derek realized that Meredith was getting sleepy. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Yup," she said, getting up. They got into the car and continued to talk on the ride home.
They pulled up to the house and Derek walked Meredith up to the door. "Thank you, Derek. That was…great," she couldn't think any other word to describe what a wonderful time she had. "I think so too," he said. "I'll call you, okay?" he said, kissing her on the cheek. "Yea," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice, "Bye." "Bye Meredith," Derek said and began to walk down the path back to his car. Meredith went inside, feeling disappointed that Derek hadn't kissed her. She thought that the night had been going along really well. "How was it?" she heard George yell from the living room, when the doorbell rang again. Meredith sighed and opened the door. "Der…" she couldn't even get his whole name out before his lips were on hers. Meredith's arms snaked around Derek's neck, while one of his hands cupped her face, and the other was around her waist. Before long, their tongues were intertwined, each giving out small moans of please. When they finally came apart for air, all each of them could say was "Goodnight." Derek walked back to his car and Meredith went back inside. She closed the door and leaned her head back against it with a huge grin on her face. "Mer? Who was that? And how was your date?" she heard George yell again. Meredith walked into the living room to see Izzie and George watching a movie and couldn't wait to tell them about how well it had gone.
Read and Review. Do you all like it! Ohh...I'm pretty sure Prelibato means delicious in Italian. I thought it would be a good name for a restuarant -- just made it up.