A/N: Here it is! Part three, already! my how the time flies. You guys don't know how much your reviews mean to me! I only have a few but that's great because the few that I do have are enough to keep encouraging me! Well, here it is! Have fun!

Oh..and I own nothing. Sadly. If I did I would've had my own Patrick Dempsey sitting in my own bathtub, right? ;]

M POV

Moms out of town. Surprise, surprise. Being the chief of surgery here in Seattle, she leaves town a lot; conferences and such. Even when she is in town though, she spends her life at the hospital. Mark and I aren't her children, Seattle Grace is. Unlike most of her out-of-town trips, this one was supposed to last for a few weeks. "A little slice of freedom," as Mark liked to call it. For me, that little slice of freedom wasn't so little. She was never at the house, so why should yet another trip affect me at all?

As usual, Mark decided we would have pizza tonight. He, however, opted to drive to Papa John's to order and pick up the pizza himself; he always claimed they got it wrong. I watched from an upstairs window as Mark's hulking truck backed out of the driveway and shot down the street. What to do, what to do? A shower seemed like a great idea at the time, so I headed to the bathroom, fresh towels in hand.
As I stood under the scalding spray, I let my mind drift. Unfortunately for me, my mind drifted right to Derek. Why was it that whenever I let my mind go blank, Derek always shoved his way in? That cocky grin on his face. My mind began playing pictures of Derek, in the shower...with me. The steam billowing up around us, my lip caught between his teeth as he tugged playfully. I shook my head fiercely to clear away the thoughts. The steam must be getting to my brain,I thought, as I stepped out of the shower.

D POV

"Damn it, Mark!" I muttered quietly. Mark's driveway was empty. No truck meant no Mark. That is...unless Meredith decided to go for a joy ride. Nah, she was too much of a good girl. Well, Derek, you know what they say. Good girls that go bad are always the best. I bet I could make her go bad...

"Ahh!" I yelled out loud. I beat my head gently against the wheel of my jeep. "Have. To. Stop. Thinking. About. Mer. Like. That!" I texted Mark to find out what the hell was up.

Outgoing to Mark: 5:06 PM

Hey, moron. Where the hell are you? I'm sitting in your driveway and your neighbors are

looking at me like they're ready to call the cops!

Incoming from Mark: 5:06 PM

damn pizza place, man! chill, Mers in the house just go throw something at her window and get her to open the door

Outgoing to Mark: 5:06 PM

Ha, you know most people would just ring the doorbell, but whatever. :)

Incoming from Mark: 5:07 PM

no dice, man the bells busted.

I sighed. "Yeah man just throw rocks at her window like a stalker! No biggie!" I mocked Mark. I finally convinced myself to do it, and that I would just explain that Mark told me to. It really wasn't a big deal. Or at least that's what I thought.

M POV

Plink plink! Something tapped against my window, startling me. I had been trying to get dressed, but the disturbance had halted me after panties, loose sweats, and a bra. I stepped up to my window and pulled the curtain back an inch. Well I'll be damned. Derek Shepherd was standing outside my window looking adorable in some ratty jeans, a button down shirt opened at the top, and converse. I pulled the curtain back fully and slid the window up.

"Errr. Hey...Derek..." I said cautiously.

"Hey" he called back "Mark said the bell was busted and that I should just go to your window and...well it seemed a lot more simple in the car..but now..well. Okay, here I am!" he finished with a crooked grin. I sat up higher, giggling quietly and his slight embarrassment. I regretted the move when I saw Derek's smile fade, mouth fall slightly open, and eyes drift down to my chest. My indigo polka-dotted bra showing fully. I dropped down in horror and threw on my Mom's old Dartmouth tee shirt. I slowly made my way to the front door, hoping he would pretend it hadn't happened. Not a chance. When I opened the door he was leaning against the railing, smiling cockily.

"Mmm. How did you know I like indigo polka dots?" he asked quietly as he walked past. Rather than answer, I blushed crimson and held my ear where his lips had grazed. He noticed and chuckled. Jackass.

D POV

I groaned inwardly. Meredith had obviously just gotten out of the shower. She wore a pair of gray sweats, low on her hips. Very low. She had on this old t-shirt that was just snug enough, and her hair was wet. I liked the sweats especially, the stretchable kind, the kind one could easily slide their hand into.

**Meredith gasped in surprise as I grabbed her from behind. I pinned her against my chest with my right arm and slide my left hand just below the waistline of her sweats, tracing the line of lace that topped her panties. I leaned down and began sucking on her ear lobe before trailing down her neck. I leaned back to examen my handiwork. Yup, right below her ear sat a purple bruise. I had marked her, she was mine.

I groaned, snapping back to reality, and Meredith looked at me like I was sprouting flowers from my ears. I shook my head and headed for the kitchen attempting to calm myself down.

M POV

I stepped into the kitchen to find Derek leaned back in his chair, feet on the table, arm laying across his crotch. Oh could he lean! No one could manage to look that sexy just by sitting in a chair.

"Making yourself at home?" I murmured sarcastically.

"Always, always, my dear." he shot back. After a moment of silence I actually began to wonder if he was going to act like the little uh...thing...hadn't happen. The thought made me relax.

"Oh, by the way," he interrupted my thoughts, "Thanks for the little peep show back there." He smiled smugly. Okay, I was wrong. Derek Shepherd sucked.

"I just got out of the shower you creep! What would Mark say if he knew is best friend was trying to get a look at my chest, huh?" I shouted.

He leaned in close with his eye narrowed. He touched his nose to my own and I was glad I had thought to brush my teeth after my shower. I pushed his nose gently with mine. I made clear that I wasn't about to back off. He pushed back, harder. Obviously he wasn't planning on backing off either.

"What would big brother say if he knew his little "innocent" sister was offering free shows from her bedroom window, hmm?" he said low and gravely.

Unlike his own, my voice came out high-pitched when I stated "But I don't even feel that way about you! You're just my brother's obnoxious friend!"

"Yeah?' he asked.

"Yeah" I answered, my voice fading.

He nuzzled his nose against my own as I looked at the kitchen floor. He pulled back a bit before lowering his head to mine and brushing his nose against my cheek. I looked up at him through my lashes and he used his nose against my forehead to bring me up to eye-level with him. I saw Heaven and felt myself floating on cloud nine when his lips crashed to mine. He moved his lips against mine slowly, nipping at my bottom lip. My paradise was short-lived, however.

We split apart, reluctantly, when mark barged in, pizzas in tow.

"So guys! Who's up for hosting a party, eh?! After all, when the cats away, the mice will play, right?"

Well I know if I was Meredith I'd kill my brother. Mmm. A make-out session with Derek Shepherd? Good in my book! Haha! Well lemme know whatcha think!