Here's your MerDer interaction...
Part five
Then she felt someone's eyes on her. It was that intense penetrating gaze she had grown accustomed to over the last weeks. She knew without even looking up that Derek was there. She wondered what the hell he was doing here as she glanced at him sideways and saw that he was sitting by the bar with another guy around his age whom he seemed to know. His friend was chatting away but Derek didn't seem to be listening as he was now staring at her and she hoped he didn't notice her sneaking glances at him. He did not look happy. In fact he looked furious, like someone had just stolen his favorite toy. He lowered his gaze to look at where Liam's hand rested high on her jean-clad thigh. He reluctantly looked away when his friend snapped at him for not listening, though he continued to sneak glances at her. Meredith couldn't breath. She never could when he was looking at her like that.
"So?" Liam asked her.
"So what?" she asked back, smiling her sweetest smile knowing Derek was shooting daggers at her while she hoped Liam didn't notice that she wasn't really listening to a word he was saying.
"I was thinking, maybe we should get out of here," Liam said as he brought his hand up to her face running his fingers down her jaw.
"I don't think they'll really notice," Meredith smiled referring to the two other couples that'd come with them. It was really all an act. Just like before. She wanted to make him jealous.
"I doubt it," Liam replied as he took her hand and they stood up.
Meredith said goodbye to Allie before walking out the door of the bar with Liam's arm draped around her feeling Derek's intense gaze on her back cutting straight through her.
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"Man, what's with you? I've never seen you so short-tempered!" Luke asked as he watched his friend swallow his entire drink in one shot. He'd just arrived in town to visit his parents and decided to meet up with Derek since he hadn't seen him in a while.
"What?" Derek's head snapped away from the door he'd been staring at since the object of his obsession walked out with another's man arm draped around her to look at his friend. A part of him had been hoping she'd come back through that door with the teasing smirk she used to wear weeks before. But realistically he was pretty sure she hadn't even noticed him there, she seemed to be quite into the boy she'd been with.
"I'm pretty sure you haven't even listened to a word I've said." Luke continued, studying his friend.
"Of course I have, you were talking about your brother moving to Atlanta," Derek shrugged hoping he'd made the right guess.
"Sure," Luke sighed not wanting to correct him. He looked around the bar until his eyes rested on a pretty brunette in the corner booth who was smiling at him. "Want to come over there with me?" he asked Derek pointing to where the girl was with her friends. "Her friend is hot. Maybe you just need to get laid."
You have no idea! he thought as he shook his head, trying to shake Meredith out of it. "No, I'm tired and I think I'll just head back," he said. "But you go have fun."
"Okay man. I'll come by tomorrow before I go back," Luke said already headed to the booth.
"See you then," Derek muttered to himself. He knew Luke was right. He was short tempered and distracted. He was fucking frustrated and he knew exactly who was to blame for that. It was all her even if she had no idea. He sighed as he ordered another single malt scotch wondering what on earth was happening to him.
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Meredith took a deep breath of fresh air. She was walking home with Liam's arm still firmly on her waist as if he was making sure she wouldn't run away from him. She stumbled a little feeling even the effects of the poison she'd been shooting down all evening. She felt Liam's hand slide down even lower until it was resting on her bottom. She contemplated pushing it away but then thought better of it. She liked it there. It made it easier to pretend that the person she really wanted to be touching her actually was. Even if Liam's touch didn't cause a tingly feeling down her spine, a rapid heartbeat or a short of breath it did make it easier to dream. She wasn't stupid. She knew those dreams would never be more than just that. Dreams. Delusional fantasies. But she decided that tonight she'd allow herself to dream and pretend that it might just all come true. Wow, now her head was really starting to sound corny.
Eventually they'd reached Allie's parents' house. He'd talked all the way there but she didn't recall one word of it. As they reached the doorway she suddenly found herself being pressed up against it, pinned between the cold wall and Liam's body as his lips pressed against hers.
She tried to pretend. To imagine it was Derek she was kissing. That it were his hands running down her sides. But the touch of these fingers wasn't as light and soft, it was rough. And the kisses she was receiving were wet and slobby, all too different from the soft yet predatory kisses Derek had trailed down her neck. And when she felt the cold fingers slide under her shirt she knew she couldn't do it. It felt wrong. So she pushed his hands away.
"Stop, Liam." She breathed, feeling too drained to even talk.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he pulled away with a confusing look on his face.
"I... we can't." She said in a low voice, all of a sudden feeling fragile and vulnerable.
"What? Why?"
"Because she's mine!" An angry voice came from behind them.
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Derek didn't know what had come over him. After swallowing down that second glass he'd walked home. He wasn't expecting to see her, thinking he was smart enough not to go back to their house. He'd tried to push thoughts of this guy taking her home and having his way with her out of his head but they just wouldn't go away. His imagination went into overdrive and through his head ran all his favorite fantasies of her except it wasn't him anymore. It was that other guy. She would be someone else's before she was even his. As he walked he grew even more frustrated and angry. He was pissed. Pissed at himself for not haven taken what he wanted from her already. Pissed at Allie for getting in the way of him claiming her as solely his. Pissed at Meredith for haunting his every thought. Pissed at that guy whose name he didn't even know for putting his hands on her.
When he'd reached the house he'd seen her, in his arms. Though he saw her wince as he kissed her neck and then push him away, he'd probably have done the same even if she'd fully participated. Alcohol and anger were clouding his judgments but he knew that was just an excuse, because he was thinking clearly. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.
So after he'd blurted out the words in an angry spat he grabbed her upper arm firmly and pulled her with him stumbling inside the house closing the door on a dumbfounded Liam, leaving him alone outside.
He didn't let go of her arm and she winced a little as he dragged her into the house.
"What on earth are you doing, let go of me!" she spat.
"Hell no," he shouted back.
"No?" She yelled as they reached the living room and he finally let go of her hand.
"No," he said staring straight into her eyes. Oh boy, she thought, there was that look again. He was standing so close to her that they were almost touching and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. She could tell that he'd been drinking. He moved a little closer if that was even possible and muttered his next words. "I am far from being done with you."
She felt her breath hitch in her throat and she was at loss for words. She stumbled a few steps back and tried to gather her thoughts. They were drunk. They shouldn't b e doing this. Why would he even want to, he could have anyone he wanted?
"You've done enough! You're drunk and you're horny and you just automatically expect me to fall into bed with you? You're unbelievable! Screw you!" she yelled turning on her heel.
"Oh no, you don't get to make me the bad guy. You're the one who keeps waltzing through here in see-through tops and tight jeans tempting and teasing every guy that looks your way, torturing them into trying to imagine what actually is under there! Though I guess no one will ever know since you never follow through!" he yelled without realizing what he was saying, his frustrations coming out as an unfair blame towards her.
And his words hurt. Usually they wouldn't. She didn't know if it was because they were coming from him or because the alcohol was messing with her head.
"So what you're saying? That I dress slutty? That I'm a tease? You know you're sister dresses the exact same way and I've never once heard you make a comment on that. And for your information I was just about to follow through when you dragged me in here!" she yelled back.
"Oh no you weren't!" he shot right back.
She stared at him while trying to catch her breath before breathing out a word. "Fine!"
"Fine?" he asked.
"Yeah, fine," she was yelling again. "You want to see what's under these clothes? Really?" she asked as tears started to form in her eyes. She was tired and his hurtful words were still cutting through her.
Just then he noticed how her bottom lip was starting to tremble. He'd touched a nerve. He could see how she was trying to hold back the tears. "No Mer, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
But she was already unbuttoning her jeans and not listening to what he was saying. "Because it's not really that great!" she continued and he swallowed as she slid her jeans down her thighs revealing her full hips and smooth long legs, her center only covered with a tiny lace thong. "See!" She looked up at him, a tear escaping down her cheek. "Scrawny white freckled legs!" she declared as she threw away her jeans. She moved her fingers to the hem of her shirt and lifted it up to reveal her flat stomach and then her full breasts. She looked at him trying to find judgment and criticism in his ocean blue eyes as she stood there, practically naked and vulnerable in front of him. But she found nothing. He looked at her like he was staring right through her, like he always did.
Derek couldn't breath. She was all but naked in front of him. And he couldn't take his eyes away from her soft curves. Wishing he could see what was underneath that thong. Her amazingly full perky breasts were naked to his eye. He knew in that moment that he had to have her. He couldn't turn away now. It would be physically impossible. He could feel his pants were growing smaller by the second.
But she couldn't read him. All of a sudden feeling very sober, she panicked and muttered the words "Told you it wasn't that great!" as she turned on her heel and headed towards the stairs unknowingly exposing her very naked plump bottom to his hungry gaze.
Seeing her exposed form walk away from him shook him out of his daze and in two long strides he caught up to her. He grabbed her arms and pushed her up to the wall his mouth crushing down on hers.
At first his kiss was soft. His hands ran down to her hips where they rested as he deepened the kiss a little. When he nipped at her bottom lip she released a soft moan. And that was his undoing. In a second it went from a sweet and gentle smooch to a demanding all consuming kiss. Without asking for permission he pushed his tongue passed the barriers of her lips and into her warm mouth learning all her intimate secrets. His hands moved to cup her ass as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He moved to kiss down her cheek and when he came down to her ear he whispered the words she'd always remember. "You to me are perfect."
And of course there's a porny update coming tomorrow...
