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"Derek," I groaned, "I thought we were going to talk?"
"Moaning is considered talking," he muttered as he continued to suck on my neck. The act caused me to moan quietly and he grinned against my skin.
"I see you agree with me."
"Derek, c'mon. Talk, you said it your-ahhh..." I trailed off. Slowly, I managed to push him back and stand up from the couch.
"You want something to drink while we talk?" I emphasized, "talk", hoping he would get the message. I took two steps towards the kitchen but was tugged back when Derek looped his index finger through my back belt loop and pulled me onto his lap. I couldn't help but giggle when he attacked my neck and ear again.
"Talk. You're right, we have to talk" he whispered seductively in my ear. I admit I was a little disappointed when he slid me off his lap and moved to the opposite side of the couch, facing me. "Listen, Meredith. I'm sorry, really sorry...for trying to piss you off. I promised myself that if you were going to date Finn, then I'd date Addison...to get back at you. Needless to say, I failed. Miserably. I can't stay mad at you, believe me, I tried. And…I know you probably think I'm retarded for trying in the first place but I figured I just had to tell you so we could clean the slate, uhh...so to speak."
"Why?" I asked, wondering if his reason was the same as mine.
He seemed nervous when he answered. "I wanted you back...well as back as I could have you. I figured if I made you jealous enough you'd jump me the next time we were alone," he had a quirky smile on his face. "You know, I love when you get all jumpy."
"I've never jumped you!" I blushed.
"Mmm. Not yet, anyways."
"I have to tell you, Derek...I'm pretty guilty too," I started, "the only reason I dated Finn was to try and get over you."
"Oooh. Pretty hard, huh?" he smirked, "Once you get to know and love me, you can't let go."
"Arrogant jack-ass," I joked.
"Oh now that was mean!" he feigned being hurt. "For that you get no kissing." He looked to the clock and looked back to me. "It'll be a long night with no kisses."
"I did it before, I can do it again," I got up to walk towards the kitchen and, once again, didn't make it but a few steps before I was stopped. This time, he decided to resort to tackling me and throwing me over his shoulder.
"I'll just go with you then!" he said as he ran up the stairs towards my bedroom.
D POV
"Wow," I looked around her room as I dropped her down on her bed. "I haven't been in here in a long time. Not since me and Mark used to steal your toys when we were little, anyways."
"Well yeah, it'd be weird if my older brother's friend came in my room. Some might even say he was a pervert."
I smiled at her, knowing she was messing with me. "Well, you and I both know that's not true," I shot back.
"Yeah…sure we do," she teased me mercilessly.
I ignored her last jest and sat on her bed, taking the time to bounce up and down a few times. A thought worked its way into my mind and I voiced it without thinking. "Hm, comfortable bed. Pretty noisy, though, we'd have to move the party to the floor if someone else was home."
I smiled at the flush working it's way up her neck and was about to pull her to me when he phone beeped. She put her finger over my lips to silence me when she answered and I pulled the tip of her finger into my mouth and bit it playfully. I could tell she was trying to get me to stop when she kept saying, "Mark" and I decided to get her back for her teasing by continuing to nip at her finger.
"Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll be fine! I'll call a friend to come over or something." I heard. She hung up her cell phone and shot me a glare as I let her finger slip from my lips.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Well, Mark won't be home until this afternoon and I was just trying to decide what I could do with you with all that time," she said seductively, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and groan. I was thinking of the things she could do with me, too.
"I see you catch my drift," she smiled as she slid her hand over my thigh, dangerously close to my now hardening length. I backed up, I had to. She was only fifteen and if I didn't take a step back, I'd no doubt end up doing something we'd both regret tomorrow morning.
"We...ahhhh" I was cut off when her fingertips brushed the zipper of my jeans. She sat back then, hands in her lap, smiling innocently while I tried to get my thoughts up to speed.
"What's wrong? I thought you liked when I jumped you," she said, smirking.
"I-" I was cut off at the sound of the front door opening and Mark's voice carrying up the stairs.
"Mer! I'm home! Change of plans, I'm home!"
"Oh shi-" I yelled as Meredith shoved me off the bed and sent me crashing to the floor. "Mer! What the!"
"Shh!" she whisper-screamed. Oh God, my mind shut down in fear as I heard Mark's footsteps trekking up the stairs.
"Mer? Are you all right? Did you fall? I thought I heard you fall!" he called.
I was being shoved under her bed without notice and decided to shut up before Mark heard me. I tried to calm down as I listened to Mark talk to her and Meredith ramble in her nervous way. Not even five seconds after the door shut I was being drug out from under the bed and shoved out the window and onto the rooftop.
"Meredith, how do you honestly expect me to get down from here?" I asked in horror.
"I don't know but you can't stay!" she whispered.
"Please? C'mon I'll stay in your closet if I have to!" I pleaded.
"Fine fine," she said with a sigh and let me back into her room. She went over to her bedroom door and locked it, as insurance I guess, and jumped in her bed. "I'll feel bad if I make you sleep in my closet, so c'mon."
I cracked a smile and jumped in beside her. "Someone wants to get lucky, I see."
"Too bad he's not going to, huh?" She lay down and shoved a body pillow in between us, laughing when I pushed my bottom lip out in a pout.
"Be good, Shepherd," she fake-glared as she said it.
"Only if you are, Grey," I muttered as I slipped off into slumber.
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