A/N: Since it's Valentine's Day as I post this and as I seem to have screwed up and written extra for January because I messed up my dates here's some bonus drabbles for you. Happy Valentine's Day!

Bonus Drabbles

I Don't Wanna Believe—Hinder (3:31)

Grey's Anatomy

The Dirty Mistresses

Meredith

She couldn't stop herself from staring at him. He was breathtaking when he was out of the OR but inside he was indescribable. Everything she'd ever learned from life told her that it was impossible for him to really be that talented, smart, handsome and interested in her.

Guys like him didn't go for girls like her. Not in the forever kind of way. Not in the way he'd been talking. She'd expected him to date her, well okay sleep with her a few times and then get bored and leave her. He hadn't.

They'd dated without sleeping with each other for nearly three months. She'd offered and he'd said he wanted to take it slow. Get to know her. Learn everything she'd let him about her. She appreciated the effort though it wasn't necessary.

She'd wondered if he was simply enjoying the chase even though he was the one that stopped them every time. But now even after the sex had started he was still with her. Exclusively.

Meredith wasn't quite sure that this relationship wasn't too good to be true. Then he looked up into the gallery where she was observing his surgery and she saw his eyes crinkle at the corners and knew he was grinning up at her. He was happy to see her even if there were surgical masks and glass separating them. The thought completely blew her mind. No one had ever just been glad to see her.

Her heart thumped hard in her chest. She made him happy. It had never been a question of whether she was happy or not. Mark didn't have any problems making her happy but she'd always doubted her own ability to do the same for him. Now she realized she shouldn't have doubted him.

Meredith answered his smile with one of her own. She wouldn't doubt him ever again. It might be hard to believe that something so wonderful had finally slipped into her life but believe it she would. She had to. She would keep it, him for as long as she lived. As long as he let her.

His icy blue eyes told her that forever wasn't quite long enough for him. She rather agreed with that.

These Days—Bon Jovi (4:37)

Pretty Woman

Vivian

She didn't kiss on the mouth. Never had. Even before Kit told her it was a rule. Kissing seemed far too personal and she was a professional. She may hate the life she'd been forced into but she was professional about it.

She never let things get personal. Never. Complications were undesirable and messy. And they left her vulnerable. Another thing she hated. She'd learned young that vulnerable meant weak which made you a target. She would not be a target again. She'd had enough of that as a child. Never again.

But Edward was sleeping. Something he never did. Sleeping in the bed with her in the next room. Did he trust her now or had she just worn him out? He looked so sweet lying there. So peaceful. The hard lines that bracketed his mouth and eyes were softened.

She didn't fall for her johns. She couldn't. Hell, most of them were assholes in real life anyway. If they weren't they wouldn't be seeking her out.

But Edward was different. Edward hadn't sought her out for an hour between the sheets. Edward had wanted directions and they'd sparked. He wasn't like the guys back home or the guys here either for that matter. Vivian couldn't explain it to herself how he was different. He just was.

He was funny and sweet and kind. And he was complicated. She didn't like complications but she'd found that she liked Edward. Liked him a bit too much maybe. Less than a week and her heart beat only for him. Only a few days left and he was leaving to go home. She hoped she could hide her broken heart for long enough so that he wouldn't see.

She could give him this. She would give him this one thing. The one thing that she'd never given anyone. Because he was different from the others and because she'd fallen for him.

Gently, hesitantly Vivian sat on the bed beside him and leaned over his sleeping form. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. But she couldn't stop herself. His lips looked so soft. She needed to know if they really were. So she pressed her own to them to check.

Edward was different. But then so was she. And so she kissed his lips and discovered that she liked it when he kissed her back. She wished she could keep him. She knew she couldn't so she would give him the only thing she could and store the memories for later. When he was gone and she was alone again.

He would always be the only man she'd ever kissed on the mouth.