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Meredith didn't drink martinis. Hell, Meredith took shots of well tequila. She didn't dress in cocktail dresses, she wore jeans and a t-shirt covered in holes. What the hell was she doing. She should leave. Meredith tossed back the rest of her dirty martini and reached for a twenty dollar bill.

Derek leaned against the wall outside of Meredith's hotel room. "I had a lot of fun today."

She couldn't help but blush, "I did as well."

"Meredith, I'm going out on a limb right now," He stood up straight. "I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop thinking about you."

"Derek-"

"Hey," He smiled. "I want to bring you out tonight. Don't answer me right now. If you want to, meet me at the bar downstairs at nine."

Meredith bit her lower lip. She didn't now what to say or exactly how to react. Derek started backing away, but stopped himself. He pushed her hair from her face. With one hand on her waist, and one tipping her chin up, he came inches from her. "And I really hope you'll be there."

Before Meredith could react, he was already walking down the hall with a smile playing on his lips.

"You're not running out on me, are you?" Derek smiled.

Shit. "Of course not," She swallowed hard. "I just figure one martini is enough for nine o'clock."

"I never would have pegged you as a martini type of gal."

"It's the dress," Meredith looked down at her outfit, which Derek had actually sent to her room, three hours prior. "You have a nice taste."

"In women, or dresses?" He smirked as they walked onto the streets of Miami. "I happen to think both."

Meredith couldn't help but look up at him with a smile. "So, where exactly are we going tonight?"

"Every time we're in Miami, we all go to this local club." He started to explain, "And no, it's not like the Jersey Shore. We have private access to the upstairs, which is reserved for privates groups. It's right up here, but we'll go through the back."

x.x.x

She had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Meredith took a sip from the scotch Derek had gotten her. "Are you having fun?" Derek murmured against her hair.

Meredith took in her surroundings. They were at a small table, but other people from the team were scattered around. Looking over the balcony, she could see people dancing and having a great time. The DJ was moving his arms to the music, waving his free hand in the air. "Yes."

He frowned.

"No, I am! This is just very, very new to me," She took a deep breath, but a smile crept on her face. "I'm happy I showed up."

"You were definitely about to leave the hotel bar."

"Is it that obvious?" Meredith smiled as the waitress stopped by again. "I'm sorry, may I please have a shot of tequila."

The waitress glanced at Derek, momentarily. "We'll take a bottle of Patron, please."

"I don't need a whole…" Realization hit her, "Oh, right. Bottle service means bottles. Sorry. I could just drink this."

Derek smiled. He moved a lose strand of hair behind her ear, "You can relax, Meredith."

As soon as the bottle was at the table, Meredith poured herself a large shot of tequila and tossed it back. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Meredith found herself outside, leaning against the brick wall.

"You alright, sunshine?"

Meredith looked at the bouncer. "I could just really use a cigarette right about now." Her wish was his command, apparently. "Thank you."

Meredith closed her eyes and held it between her fingers. She opened her eyes to see Derek leaning against the opposite wall. "I thought doctors didn't smoke."

"Yeah, bad habit from high school." She continued to stare at it, before tossing it to the ground. "How'd you know I was out here?"

"Well, the bathroom was in the opposite direction." He walked towards her. "Do you want to go back to your room? If you're not comfortable here, I'll walk you there."

"No, Derek, I'm fine. I promise."

"Are you sure?" He was inches from her again. Meredith looked up at him. She couldn't hold back anymore. Leaning up, she pressed her lips on his, then pulled back. "Well, I guess you're very sure."

Derek gently pushed her against the brick wall. His hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head and kissed her deeply. Meredith's arms wrapped around his neck as he nibbled on her lower lip.

They both separated breathlessly. "I'm definitely sure. Why don't we go inside? We can't disappear for too long, right?" Meredith smiled.

Meredith danced along with Derek. His hands were on her waist. She never felt so right in her entire life. When the song ended, Meredith grabbed his hand, pulling him off the dance floor. They both collapsed into their booth.

Derek poured himself his third drink as Meredith poured herself another double shot. "So," He leaned back, playing with the hem of her dress. "What does this mean?"

She placed the glass on the small table. "I don't think this is something we should talk about right here."

"Fair enough," Derek nodded. He leaned closer to her. "I really want to kiss you right now."

Meredith bit her lip.

"Yes and doing that is not helping anything," He ran his thumb across her cheek. "I can wait, I guess."

"Hey love birds," Mark dropped down, pouring out three shots of tequila. "How's it going?" Derek moved his glance towards his best friend. "Alright, evil eyes. Cheers before Derek kills me?"

Derek cringed before placing the glass down.

"Alright, kids. I, apparently, am going to some after party tonight. So I will see you at the conference tomorrow."

"Ten AM," Derek called after him, then glanced at his watch. "I do have a nice bottle of champagne in my room if you're interested."

Meredith paused for a moment. "That sounds nice."

Derek stood up and extended his hand towards her. Meredith took ahold of it as they headed towards the street. "So, I'm gonna ask you something again." Derek hadn't let go of her hand. "Did you have fun?"

"More than you know." She smiled, stopping to kiss him, quickly.

"Coming from the girl that can't mix business with pleasure," He smirked. "I told you I'm a special case."

As soon as they were on the elevator, Derek had Meredith against the wall. "Hi."

"Hi," She bit her lip. "I'm going to stop at my room, if that's okay."

"Sure is. 2345." Derek kissed her quickly before walking towards his own room. Meredith walked into her room and quickly found a pair of black soffee shorts. She pulled on a white camisole and a pair of flip flops.

This was such a bad idea.

When Meredith arrived at the door, it was propped open. She pushed the door open, shutting it behind her. "Derek?"

"I'll be right there."

Meredith sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed a full glass of champagne that was already laid out. It was gone in seconds, so she filled it up before Derek emerged from the bathroom. "Hey," He smiled.

He looked perfect right now. He was wearing black sweatpants paired with a tight white tank top. Meredith just wanted to run her fingers across his muscles, which were displayed quite nicely. "Hi."

He grabbed his own glass and placed the bottle on the night stand. "I think you look more gorgeous now."

Meredith blushed, pushing her hair from her face. "Derek-"

"Tell me about yourself," He smiled.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything you want to tell me."

Meredith took a deep breath, "I told you about myself."

Derek smiled. "I have four sisters. One younger, three older. Blue is my favorite color. Red comes in a close second. I love coffee ice cream. It's weird, I know. My favorite cereal is muesli. Even weirder. I like to spend my vacations in New England, but mostly Massachusetts."

Meredith couldn't help but smile at him. "I've never been to Massachusetts."

"Never been to Massachusetts?" Derek placed his hand against his chest. "I don't know if we can speak anymore." He filled her glass up.

"I spent most of my childhood in my house," Meredith shrugged her shoulders. "Although, I was raised by nannies and maids. My mother is this hot shot surgeon. She's pissed at me for taking this job."

"Why?"

"In their minds, I should be in the operating room at all times. They don't understand how much I love working with athletes. It's exhilarating. I really do love my job."

"You are so adorable," Derek chuckled.

Meredith finished her champagne and placed the glass on the side table. She laid back as Derek pulled her against him. "I really did have a great night."

Derek tipped her chin up and kissed her gently. "I did too. And I really enjoy kissing you."

"I enjoy kissing you too."