"Meredith, maybe we should talk for a minute." Derek calmly suggested as she got dressed.
"No, I really think that we should not talk, and for God's sake, would you please get some pants on! How did this even happen?!?!" Meredith tried to keep from shouting, but it came out a really loud whisper.
"What, you don't remember? Did you drink that much?" Derek looked surprised. Silence held the room for a moment, and the smile faded from Derek's face. "Wait, are you saying that you don't remember asking me back to your place after the bar?"
"I asked you up to my place?" Meredith winced. "And you said yes?"
"I've been trying to talk to you for weeks now, you don't return my phone calls and then when I see you in the bar, I just… melt. I honestly didn't know you were drunk. For a drunk woman, you always look so sober." Derek smiled, still fully naked under her bed covers.
"This is no time to make jokes Derek, last night was a drunken, horrible mistake – this can't happen, in fact this can't be happening, obviously I'm still dreaming." Meredith started chanting to herself, 'Wake up! Wake up!'.
"You dream about me?" Derek smiled. "That's a good sign."
Meredith looked at her clock radio, rushed toward it, picked it up and said "Shit! Do you see this time? Cos you have to be out of here in precisely two minutes!"
"What's the rush?" Derek asked, propping up the pillows behind him and laying back down.
"The rush is that Finn is coming to pick me up for breakfast in 10 minutes and you have got to get out of here!" Meredith spoke loudly. A few seconds went by and there were no footsteps in the corridor. She was fine. Derek held her gaze for a few seconds and began to move out of the bed. "Thank you Derek, I really –", but instead of getting changed, he pulled her towards him and kissed her seductively, taking baby steps back to the bed. "Derek, I –", but was stopped with hushing sounds.
"I want you. That is all I know." Derek rolled her over and lay atop of her while passionately kissing her. Meredith knew that this was a mistake, but it felt like the best mistake she would ever make. She slid her hands over his face and body, pulling herself up to him.
Suddenly the doorbell. They both looked at the door, and then back at each other. Derek brushed her hair out of her face and she looked up at him, almost lost. "You have to go."
"I will go, on one condition." He paused and kissed her. "I'm coming back tonight."
He didn't wait for an answer and slid off her to get dressed while she quickly ran downstairs to answer the door.