Disclaimer: It's obvious by this chapter that I don't own Grey's. Because this hasn'thappened in a while. Or at least we haven't seen it.
Sorry I didn't have anything last night. I actually ended up having minor surgery at the doctor. I had to have a mole removed in case it became skin cancer. I just wish it had been McDreamy or McSteamy stitching me up. But I'm fine. And I have an update for you!
Derek felt terrible about what had happened. He hadn't controlled himself. He had snapped and punched a fellow surgeon in the middle of the hospital. He was supposed to be a role model to the interns. Especially to Meredith. And instead he had disappointed her. Scared her. Upset her. Lucky for him, she understood. But what he didn't understand was what she was asking him to do.
"Will you go talk to Mark today?" she grinned.
"Can't. I have surgeries all day," he lied.
"No you don't."
"Okay. I don't. But I don't want to talk to Mark."
"Derek, if you guys don't' talk you're not just going to end up in the same situation as yesterday."
"Not if he leaves and goes back to New York."
"I don't think that's going to happen, Der."
"It could."
"But it's not."
"But it could."
"Okay. I'm not having this argument."
"You're no fun," he teased.
"Yeah, well until you talk to Mark, you're not getting any fun."
"You're withholding sex?"
"I'm withholding sex."
"You can't do that. You've already been doing that."
"But I'll do it for longer."
"You are an evil, cruel woman, Meredith Grey."
"Talk to Mark."
Talk to Mark. She kept repeating it. Talk to Mark. He couldn't say that he wasn't going to hit him again if he saw him. It had made him so angry to see him with Meredith. But she was probably right. If they didn't talk about, it would just happen repeatedly. And for somebody who was trying to become chief of surgery, getting into fights wasn't an option. So like it or not, he had to talk to Mark.
"How's your eye?"
"It's a good thing I'm a plastic surgeon."
"Yeah," Derek laughed.
"I wasn't hitting on Meredith."
"I know. She told me."
"I may be guilty of flirting with her, but I wasn't hitting on her."
"Quit while you're ahead, Mark."
"I didn't come here to piss you off, man. Addie called and I felt like I had a responsibility. With the baby. And part of me hoped that you and I could patch things up," Mark admitted.
"Wow," Derek chuckled.
"I wish I could take that back."
"Yeah. But you can't."
"No. But maybe we could get a drink sometime."
"Yeah. But not today," Derek walked away.
He wanted to go home. To Meredith .Where he belonged. She had been so upset when he had yelled and screamed. She had said she was scared. He never wanted her to be scared of him. And she had been so adamant about him talking to Mark. And for her, he had done it. It hadn't been bad. There was a hint of their old friendship. But it wasn't anywhere near to being back to what they had before.
"I talked to Mark," Derek climbed into bed.
"You did?" Meredith turned to face him.
"I did. And he was…Mark."
"What does that mean?"
"He was immature and his mind was in the gutter."
"So are you guys okay?"
"I wouldn't say that yet. But we're not going to have another punching match in the middle of the hospital."
"That's a relief."
"But I think he's starting to rub off of me."
"How?" she laughed.
"Because my mind is in the gutter too."
"Really?" Meredith rolled on top of him."
"Really," he groaned, feeling his erection rise.
"Hmm. Well, maybe I can do something about that," she whispered in his ear.
"Meredith…"
"I think its time that the rules change."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously," she grinned, lifting off her shirt.
"I love you," he said, taking off his own shirt.
"I love you too," she giggled, working to get his pants down.
"God," he muttered, pushing off his pants and pulling Meredith back on top of him.
"I missed this," she breathed, taking off her own bottoms.
"You have no idea," he muttered, taking a nipple in his mouth.
"Derek…Der," she gasped wrapping her hands around his length.
"Mer...I need you…" he begged.
"Me too…I need…Now," she pleaded.
"Now," he repeated, slowly thrusting into her.
"Derek," she moaned.
"You're roommates…What…Is this okay?" he stuttered.
"I don't care. God, Der," she answered.
"Good," he thrusted into her harder.
"Oh god," she gasped, her hips bucking against him.
"Mer…Shit," he breathed.
"I…Der…Oh…" she muttered, tangling her hands in his hair.
"Jesus," he moaned, rubbing his fingers over her nipples.
"Der…God…Oh…" she groaned, her body tightening around him.
"Meredith," he gasped, quickening his movements as he felt his body start to shake.
"Derek," she screamed, as her orgasm took over.
"I can't…Shit," he shouted, releasing into her.
"Wow," she breathed, "Wow."
"Wow," he repeated, stroking her head.
"Can't…No words," she whispered.
"No words," he echoed as she relaxed against him.
"Izzie and George…Might be mad," she giggled.
"I don't care" he laughed.
"Me either," she said, trying to catch her breath.
I've always paid attention to your point of view
But now I want to focus on the rest of you
Weeeee! Haha. I'm such a dork. Was that a good sex scene? I'm so self conscious about writing them. But I hope you liked it. I'm starting to write a co-write a fic with somebody, that's why this update is kind of short. But you should look for that too. But don't worry, I won't give up on this one. I might have updates a little less often, but it'll be here. Let me know if you liked this and review!!!
