Whew I'm on a roll today! I happen to like this chapter because things are starting to get more...ahem...mature? Muahahaha!

DPOV

I had no idea what I would find when I snuck into Meredith's room. I had planned on scaring her so I didn't announce my presence. I scanned the room for her and found her standing by an open drawer…wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Her stereo was on full blast and the words flowing from it couldn't have been more right.

I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow.

I could help but stare open-mouthed at her scantily clad body. I felt my cock grow in the now-tight confines of my boxer shorts and flannel pajama pants.

My hand impulsively slid down to my hard member and rubbed it.

God I'm sick. I pulled my hand away quickly and almost moaned at the loss of contact.

Then…she turned around. I'm not sure what went through her mind when she saw me, but her face showed embarrassment. That is…it showed embarrassment before her eyes traveled down to my cock and saw it to be completely hard; now it only showed smugness and pride.

"See something you like, Der?" She teased, her voice lower than normal.

I could do nothing other than nod slowly and let out something like a grunt. She began to walk over to me, and I met her halfway. Normally, something as simple as this wouldn't have me hard-in-a-heartbeat, but since Meredith and I hadn't done the deed yet, I got stiff as the simplest things. This almost sent me overboard.

"Where's Mark?" she whispered in my ear.

"Dow…down stairs…he…I told him…hang out with you." I couldn't get the words out because of the way she gently palmed my erection.

"Good…"She whispered again and bit my ear gently. My eyes fluttered closed and she smiled against my shoulder.

My knees almost gave out when she began to slide her hands into my pajama pants, and she backed me up against a wall. I let my head fall back against the wall and groaned as she began stroking me.

I felt her finger the tender skin around my eye, where Mark had hit me and I flinched.

"Poor Derek," she murmured as she sucked on my neck and continued to pull on my cock. My hips thrust into her hand when I felt myself nearing my finish, and I tried to tell her.

"Mer…baby. So…uhnnn…close so close." I felt her breath on my ear again and knew she had been on her toes this entire time. I slumped down further to make talking to me easier on her, and let out a whoosh of air.

"Let go, Derek. Come for me." Her last words undid me and I shot with an animalistic growl and several more thrusts of my hips.

I slid down the wall, breathing deeply and closed my eyes. I felt the wet spot on the front of my flannels and was slightly embarrassed to have done…that…in front of Meredith. I opened my eyes again when I felt her straddle my legs.

"God, Mer. You…where did you learn…" I trailed off, completely embarrassed at even asking something like that.

"Just…instincts…she answered, twelve shades of red.

"I-" I trailed off again when I realized she was still in only her panties and bra. I know I was staring, because of the way she blushed again and got up to retrieve some clothes.

MPOV

I couldn't believe I did that. The way I talked. I had never done anything like that and if felt…good. I dug through my closet and finally settled on some ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt.

I blushed for what felt like the twentieth time when I noticed the wet spot on the front of Derek's pajamas. How would he explain that to Mark?

"Shower?" I questioned aloud.

"What about my pants?" he mumbled.

"I'll get you a pair of Mark's jeans and I can wash those later…" I answered.

"What about you?" He asked as he stood up.

"Me?" I wondered.

"Yeah…you did me a favor…I return it with utmost enthusiasm…" he smiled sheepishly.

"Oh. Oh!" I finally realized what he was asking. "I just…that was just for you…" I grimaced at the way it came out. I was rewarded with one of his famous grins and he leaned in to kiss me.

"Another time then…" his tone made a shiver run down my spine. "And I promise…you won't ever forget it." He sauntered out of the room and I trailed behind him.

DPOV

As the hot water ran down my arms and chest, I thought back to the "favor" Mer had done for me. I groaned quietly at the thought of her hand tugging on me and I felt my member grow again.

No Meredith to help me out this time. I thought to myself as I began to take care of my problem on my own.

Meredith had slunk by Mark's room downstairs and snuck me a pair of his jeans that looked like a pair I happened to own. When Mark asked me why I had chosen to take a shower and change when I was supposedly hanging out with Meredith…well I'd come up with something.

MPOV

I was making dinner when Derek joined me. As he came into the kitchen behind me, he brushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck.

"Hey beautiful," he murmured into my ear.

"Mm…hey." I smiled as I leaned my head back to touch my lips to his.

"What're you making?"

"Right now…cake. Dinner's already in the oven."

"You? Make dinner? I can't wait to try this." He laughed quietly and I glared at him, annoyed.

"I can cook!" I defended myself.

"Anyone can. The question is, can anyone cook well?"

"Shut up!" I elbowed him playfully and moved out of his arms to continue stirring my cake batter.

He followed me and wrapped his arms around me again.

"I want a taste." He said as he kissed my neck. He dipped one finger into the batter and brought it back between his lips.

"Mmmm. Delicious. Here, try." He repeated his earlier actions, this time bringing his finger to my own lips.

I brought my tongue out to lick his finger before pulling it completely into my mouth and sucking gently. I felt him begin to harden just the slightest bit at my ministrations and I let go of his finger.

"Horny teenager" I whispered as I brought a hand behind me to brush along his erection. He grunted quietly and backed away, sitting down at the table with a hand covering his crotch just as Mark came into the kitchen.

"Hey Mark, do you care if Mer rides to school with me tomorrow?" Derek broke the silence.

Mark was silent for a moment, staring at Derek as if contemplating his offer.

"I…guess. Just don't…do anything. I will find out." Mark's eyes hardened with his last few words and Derek nodded.

I brought the spaghetti to the table and they both looked from it to me and back again.

"Don't worry, it's a jar of sauce and I didn't do anything but boil it…" I murmured. Derek was right; I couldn't cook well at all.

He chuckled to himself and threw me a smile before pulling me down into the seat next to him. Mark rolled his eyes and changed the subject to some lame video game that was coming out on his birthday. I asked Derek what it was, and he tried to explain it, but it failed miserably.

"Meredith, you need to eat too." Mark said as he put his plate into the almost-full dishwasher.

"Not really hungry," I answered.

"Haha, whatever. You're always hungry." He looked between Derek and I for a few seconds before adding, "He's seen you eat hamburgers, as in plural, at one sitting before, Mer."

"Oh that is so not it!" I shouted as I stood up. Mark laughed and walked down the stairs.

"Derek! She eats like a starved person who's been given a feast!" he called up behind him and I blushed.

Derek chuckled himself and beckoned me to him. I drug myself over to him and dropped down on his lap.

"I don't eat like a hog…do I?" I questioned quietly.

"Not at all." He smiled and wrapped some spaghetti around his fork. He held it to my lips and I opened my mouth, pulling the noodles off the fork with my teeth.

Slowly we finished off the food from his plate, but no romantic spaghetti dinner is complete without reenacting the Lady and the Tramp, so of course he grabbed one last noodle and put it in both of our mouths.

We both laughed as we tried to eat the noodle without breaking it, and kissed when our lips touched.

"Well aren't you just a sad romantic?" I teased.

"Only when I'm with you, babe." He answered, kissing me a few more times.

He buried his face into my neck, and we sat, just like that, for who knows how long. Both our eyes closed, him placing gentle, open-mouthed kisses on my neck every few seconds.

Suddenly, he stood up and carried me in his arms, bridal style.

We lay on the couch for a while, watching television and kissing, until Mark joined the party and we sat up so we could avoid the awkwardness. Even when we had to separate ourselves, he still kept one arm wrapped around me. I realized something that night. When he stroked my back slowly and smiled whenever our eyes met, I felt something stronger than anything I've ever felt for him.

I love Derek Shepherd.

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