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Three steps, the heavy door, a flight of stairs, an elevator ride… not an easy task to complete while balancing a paper grocery bag on each arm. Meredith blew a stray strand of hair from her face and rubbed the wall with her shoulder in attempt press the doorbell to her and Derek's apartment. She waited, the muscles of her arms straining. Nothing. What the fuck? She could tell her lousy fiancé was in, the loud noises coming from the TV were a clear indicator.

With an irritated huff, she deposited the bags on the floor and searched her pocket for the keys. She was officially going to kill him! She unlocked the door, pushed it open and was almost blown away. She blinked spastically, temporarily rooted to the spot. Their living room seemed to be going through an invasion. The couch, two armchairs and a large portion of the floor were occupied by the guys she knew from the hospital, some were their fellow surgical interns; a guy from the lab, another one from oncology and even one from dermatology. They were all huddled around the TV like it was a god, or at least a naked stripper. No such thing, they were watching a baseball game. She grimaced as the acrid smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled her nostrils.

Derek just appeared in her line of vision carrying empty beer bottles to their open kitchen area.

"Mer, you've done shopping," he grinned spotting the bags. "Great, we're running out of food!"

He picked up her load with ease, completely unaware of the deadly stare she was sending him.

"What's all this, Derek?" she asked striding after him, no one even registering her presence.

"What?" he shouted over while putting the products into the fridge.

"I asked what's going on in our apartment, Derek?" she yelled into his ear, making sure she was heard over the TV. "The third world war?"

He chuckled planting a small kiss on her button nose. "I've invited the guys over to study together."

"To study?" she gasped sarcastically, her hands flying to her sides. "Can you tell me what are you studying? With people from other specialties? The miraculous invention of television? Or the effects of wasting time on your exam results?"

"Don't exaggerate, Mer," he rolled his eyes. "We're just taking a break. And that's an important game."

"Fine, you've taken a break, Derek," she shrugged off, trying to keep her temper in check. "But now I'm home, I've just got back from a hellish shift. I want some peace and quiet to gather my thoughts and concentrate on what I have to revise!"

"Geez, Mer, we'll get back to work in a sec, don't sweat," he tried to brush her off. "Besides, I didn't complain when you had Stevens and Yang over for the whole evening last week."

"Well, we didn't turn our flat into a bar!" she gritted out but he had already turned his back to her. With her hands on her hips and her head shaking in disbelief, she watched him get back to his buddies, making another food delivery.

She stomped on her foot and marched to their bedroom shutting the door with a deliberate loud thud that must have shook the whole building.

"Am proud of you, Shep," grinned Mark patting him on the shoulder. "You showed her who wears pants in this relationship. Maybe you're less pussy whipped than I thought."

Fuming, Meredith paced the length of their bedroom up and down, again and again. Surely, she could let it slide, it wasn't the biggest of crimes to have your guy friends over. Only… Derek was being a complete jerk again. He didn't even mention there were going to have people over. She was tired after a long shift at the hospital, she wanted to soak in a bath perhaps with a glass of wine and then maybe do some studying. Once more, her fiancé was completely inconsiderate towards her and her feelings. So she couldn't let that slide. Not in the big things, not in the small things.

She threw her coat angrily into the corner and took out her cell phone. She needed to talk to somebody. If she didn't, she would go out there and cut slit throats, one by one. A couple of years ago, she would undoubtedly do that. But with the passage of time, she learnt to be more moderate in her behavior.

She scanned her list of contacts, passing over all of Derek's sisters. She truly loved them, they were great but she needed someone completely unbiased. Her finger stopped on Cristina Yang. One bitch to another.

She grinned hearing her colleague's grumpy voice. "This better be important. You interrupted me halfway through my notes."

"So you're studying?" remarked innocently Meredith sinking onto her bed.

"My previous statement would imply that, yes," she grunted impatiently.

"So would like to come over and study together?" asked Meredith cringing at how lame it sounded.

"Oh, sweet, are you going to braid my hair too?" squeaked Cristina mockingly. "Who are you and what did you do with Meredith bitch Grey?"

"She's drowning in testosterone here," grumbled Meredith in reply. "Derek's got his buddies over and I'm outnumbered. They gape at the TV and are about to destroy my apartment and the remains of my private life. Come over and help me out, whore!"

"Are they naked?" asked Cristina curiously.

"No, they're soaked with beer and disgusting."

"Sorry then, it's your problem," bit back Cristina. "I have my own. Barbie butted in an hour ago. I have my own issues..."

"Thanks, I knew I could count on you," muttered sourly Meredith.

"Why don't you come over? You'd be some counter balance for the little miss sunshine Izzie. No offence, Iz."

"I can't leave!" gasped Meredith. "They would win!"

"True," nodded Cristina pensively. "You need to act, show your inner bitch."

"Can you send me over a gun?"

"Come on, Mer, you're more resourceful than that," encouraged Cristina.

"Oh, a good thousand things are coming to my mind right now," confirmed bitterly Meredith. "But I don't want to compromise Derek."

"You've gone soft!" criticized Cristina. "This is war, baby! No mercy! Hit him where it hurts most!"

"I do have a pretty good aim," snickered Meredith.

"Don't forget about that considerable advantage you hold over all of them," reminded smugly Cristina. "It's called vagina. Good luck on the front, I'll know how it went tomorrow."

Meredith flipped her phone shut. She did go soft, she lost her edge. She was a world to Derek when she knew what she wanted and went for it without second thought. If that was what she had to do in order to wake him up, she'd be the rebel. With a grim smile, she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

FLASHBACK

Meredith took her usual place in the cafeteria and started to dig in her lunch. Her eyes scanned the crowd from time to time. She would never admit it to herself openly but she was missing somebody's presence. She called Derek clingy and annoying; she got used to his presence though. She did come to his home for that dinner and spent wonderful time at the Shepherds'. Derek's sisters were quite sweet and funny and without a mean ounce in their body. Well, except Nancy. Derek's eldest sister hated her guts and didn't hide her attitude. Anyway, Meredith and Derek now spent quite a lot of time together, to the point in which Meredith started to suspect something was wrong when he didn't make it for lunch after twenty minutes.

She quickly finished her burger, stuck a bunch of fries into her mouth and went out looking for him. Not that she was worried, she persuaded herself, she just needed to check if someone didn't kick his skinny ass in the meantime. She crossed the corridor, went up one floor, turned into another deserted corridor. Zero.

As she passed the restrooms on her way she suddenly had a bad feeling. Without further deliberation, she went in, genuine worry overcoming her as she was met with the sight of Derek leaned over the sink, blood on his hands.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped and was with him in two strides. "Derek, what happened?"

She tried to take a look at his face but he kept pushing her away.

"Don't be ridiculous!" she hissed at him and tugged at his arm. "You're bleeding! You need help!"

" 'Am fine," he muttered, the sounds coming heavily though his nose.

"You don't sound like fine, don't look like fine, which means you're not fine!" she yelled. "Remember what I did to Parker? If you don't start to act reasonable this instant, you'll end up just like him!"

The last argument seemed to be irresistible as he finally turned to face her. She frowned as she looked at his face taking his chin into her hand. His left eye was purple and puffy while blood was trickling from his nose.

"You look like a nightmare," sighed Meredith watching his battered face from every side.

"Temks," he mumbled sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"But at least your nose doesn't seem to be broken," she concluded touching it gingerly. "Who did that to you?"

"No om."

"Right, no one. Let me guess, you tripped and hit the door?" she remarked ironically helping him to wipe the blood with a tissue. "Or was it you own fist? Sit down," she ordered pushing him to the floor and keeping his head back. She pulled a white t-shirt from her bag, dampened it in the cold water and lied it over his swollen eye.

"Are you hurt somewhere else?" she asked with concern and kept the compress steady when he shook his head.

"And judging by the way your hiding your ass here, it's moot point trying to convince you to go and report it?" she sighed.

"Want to keep my other eye," he muttered and his voice was so small and miserable, it tugged at her heart. She took one of his hands in hers and squeezed it.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, but what am I going to tell my mom?"

"You can tell her it was me," she chuckled at his expression. "Walked in on you with another girl and got a bit mad."

He cracked a smile at her. "I don't think she's gonna go for it."

"Was it that Dwight guy?" asked Meredith shrewdly.

"Mer-" he sighed.

"It was," her features hardened again and he felt a chill running down his spine.

"Meredith, please, just don't do anything this time!" he whined.

"How can you not do anything!" she hurled at him getting to her feet. "You're unbelievable, Derek! You need to stand up and fight!"

"I… I don't want to!" he mumbled embarrassedly.

"It's not true!" she argued firmly. "You're afraid to, that's a difference. You have to break your fears and I just know how to!" she grinned.

"Meredith," he groaned shaking his head in doubt. He didn't like whatever she came up with already.

"Meredith, I admit, I am a huge coward," Dewrek whined behind her, slightly out of breath as he heaved a plastic bag identical to the one she was carrying. "Let's leave it at that."

"No, we're not leaving it at that," she said firmly peeking around the corner. "You have to man up or you'll never find a chick to get laid."

"I don't want to find a chick to get laid," he said quickly.

She turned back to him, her eyebrow raised.

"I mean… I want… I would like to… uhm… get laid… I mean, eventually," he stammered, a blush spreading all over his cheeks.

"It's not a big deal if you're not into girls," she smirked, knowing it would embarrass him even more.

"I am!" he assured, his voice high-pitched. "I am into girls… uhm, girl…"

"Whatever," she shushed him and beckoned him to follow her. They had a free first period and Meredith thought it ideal to launch their operation revenge, the essentials of which still remained a mystery to Derek.

"What are we doing here?" he whispered dramatically even though they were alone in the hall.

"Guess whose locker it is," she grinned at him tapping her fingers against the metal door.

Derek went as white as chalk, shaking his head slowly. "Oh, no… What do you want to do?"

Meredith tweaked the knob this way and that way for a couple of minutes and levered the door. Finally, to Derek's great surprise, it gave in revealing the contents of Parker's locker.

"Oh, wow!" he gaped at her. "How did you do that?"

"It's called life skills," she stack her tongue at him.

"It's called breaking and entering… or at least, breaking," he breathed looking around for any sign of movement.

"Help me out," said quickly Meredith. "Open the bag and just pull out everything that's in."

He peeked inside with curiosity but his hand backed out instantaneously as though he had touched red hot metal.

"You're going to stand there openmouthed or you're actually going to help me?" she barked at him.

"I… I can't," he stammered. "Meredith, it's… girls' underwear!"

"So what?" she spat. "Get a move on!"

With a tortured sigh, he cautiously pulled out a huge bra holding it at an arm's length. "Is it… yours?" he gulped.

"Are you stupid or just pretending?" she rolled her eyes. "Does it look like a have two footballs instead of boobs?"

"No, it definitely doesn't," he breathed out, his eyes fixing at her chest.

"Excuse me?" she narrowed his eyes at him. "Is there something you don't like?"

"No! I mean… I don't… I like…" he stuttered. "Nothing, just… forget it…"

She rolled her eyes at him and urged him to put everything into the narrow locker.

"Now what?" he asked her wiping his sweaty brow.

"Now, we're making sure we didn't leave any traces and we're leaving the crime scene," she smiled and nudged him away. "Walk, don't run."

Meredith spent the next half an hour telling him to calm the hell down while he was pacing up and down nervously. Once the bell announced the break between lessons, they slowly walked back.

"Do you really think it's gonna work?" he asked under his breath.

"Why would I waste my time if I thought otherwise? And stop looking so guilty!" she instructed. "Now, watch!"

Derek's oppressor entered the scene accompanied by his usual cronies. With nervous anticipation, Derek and Meredith glanced inconspicuously as Dwight chortled at something he said himself. He pulled the door open and a cascade of clothing Meredith pressed inside spilled out. At least three pairs of stilettos, miniskirts and provocative lingerie, all pooled at his feet provoking a curious stirrup in the corridor. One of Dwight's buddies picked up a wig and a feather boa making the place erupt in laughter.

"It's… How did it get into my locker?" growled Dwight in panic. "It's not mine! Who's the idiot who did that?" he rounded at his friends.

"No need to be embarrassed, Parker!" jeered one of them whirling a fallen bra in the air. "You have needs!

"Oh, my God!" laughed Derek. "It worked!"

"Of course it did," she nodded, equally amused. "He's done!"

"He's toast!"

"He's screwed," said Meredith elbowing Derek to bring his attention to a teacher that tried to get to the source of the commotion.

"What is going on in-" she started strictly but hung off, clearly in shock seeing one of her students in a puddle of feminine very suggestive clothing.

"Ms. White, it's not mine! I swear!" he squeaked.

"Mr. Parker!" her hand disappeared into his locker only to retrieve a black whip. "What is the meaning of this!" she asked, her voice outraged.

"I don't know! I swear, it's not mine! Someone put it in!"

His pleas remained unheard as the teacher ordered sternly, "Pick up all these… your belongings and go the principal's office… Now!"

Derek and Meredith made a discreet high-five, they won. That was one of last days of Dwight Parker in their school. Not that he was suspended or thrown out, no. Changing the environment was what he decided himself. The constant giggles and smirks that followed him everywhere were too much to handle.

END OF FLASHBACK

Standing in front of a tall mirror, Meredith brushed her hair for the last time, pushed up her breasts and smiled devilishly at her reflection. Perfect.

Hoping the idiots in the living room didn't break any glass on the floor, she opened the door and stepped out on her tiptoes, the soles of her feet as bare as the rest of her. All pairs of eyes were still glued to the screen. Not for long, she smirked.

"What's the score, boys?" she asked in the most sultry voice she could muster. Thankfully, the volume was turned down for the commercials.

"We're winning," drawled Karev glancing at her briefly. He whirled his head back momentarily with the speed that almost broke his neck, his eyes round. "Looking good, Grey!" he whistled.

Something in his voice made the rest of the guys take a look as she strolled to the kitchen. Derek gasped with horror, spluttering his beer all over. Hot blood rushed in his veins as his fiancée, naked as in the day she was born… his beautiful fiancée whose voluptuous body was on full display for his horny colleagues, opened the fridge and took out a bottle of mineral water, completely unfazed. Breathing hard, he tore his jacket from the floor when he had thrown it in a heap, and sprinted to her, splitting pain in his knee indicating he hit the coffee table on the way.

"What in the god's name are you doing?" he hissed, his face contorted and his hands quivering as he wrapped his jacket tightly around her. Thankfully, the counter hid her lower parts from the general view. He struggled to cover every inch of her naked skin, straightening up the collar making sure her glorious breasts that belonged solely to him, didn't peek out.

Well, well, well. She smirked with satisfaction at his efforts to block her from view, his skin getting redder by the second. She hadn't seen him this flushed and agitated for a long time. Her stunt was worth it after all if it got that kind of reaction from him.

"What's wrong, Derek?" she feigned a puzzled look.

"What's wrong?" he snorted. "Have you lost your mind, Mer? You're naked! In front of these horndogs!"

"I was hot," shrugged Meredith smugly. "Why should I be embarrassed in my own apartment?"

"Because I say so!" he breathed out feverishly and pushed her towards their bedroom, tugging at his jacket to make sure it covered her ass. "Stay there!"

"I… I didn't see anything," muttered George O'Malley covering in a blush as Derek turned towards them with a furious face.

"I did," shrugged Alex. "Knew Grey was a hottie but man, she's smokin'-"

He never finished as Derek's fist collided heavily with his cheek. Mark and George grabbed his arms trying to pull him away while others threw themselves at Karev to stop him from reiterating.

"Are you crazy?" huffed Mark struggling with Derek. "He was just joking. What's wrong with you?"

Derek was past all reasonable thought. He saw only red. Other men dared to look at Meredith… and want her… He wanted to kill them.

"Out! Out! Get out now!" he growled.

They cautiously let go off Derek and Alex and hurried in search of their clothes. The evening was over.

"That could go better," muttered George as they hastily filed out.

"Geez, such a commotion over a chick," Mark rolled his eyes but was wise enough not to voice any opinions in Derek's earshot.

Meredith slipped into their bed, already dressed in her pajamas, and tried to immerse herself into reading a medical textbook. She had problems concentrating as a satisfied smirk kept creeping back onto her face. Through the wall, she picked up distinct sounds of a brief argument, Derek's guests leaving their apartment and now her fiancé was seemingly cleaning up the mess.

After about fifteen minutes of clattering of furniture and clinking of beer bottles, the door opened impetuously and he was standing in front of her, his arms folded tightly over his chest, a scowl on his face.

"What the hell was that?" he breathed out.

"How's the studying going?" she asked keeping her face straight.

"They're gone," he hissed walking around the bed.

"Oh, so early?" Meredith raised her eyebrows.

"Drop that, Meredith! What the hell were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking?" she laughed bitterly, her temper rising. "I was thinking I came back home but all the hospital seemed to be here instead! Don't you think you should have talked to me first before throwing a party? "

"It wasn't a party!" he argued throwing his hands to his side. "It was-"

"Don't tell me it was a study group, I'm not an idiot," she snorted.

"Well, it was supposed to be a study group…" he admitted. "But you could just tell me to tone down a bit-"

"Could I really?" she asked looking up at him. "Did you listen to me?"

"I'm… sorry," he sighed in defeat.

"At least that," she nodded trying to keep her eyes on the text before her. "You'll have more time to think about it spending the night on the couch. Hope you didn't crumble on the seat."

"Oh, come on!" he groaned. "You paraded naked in front of them! Naked, like with no clothes on!"

"What do you care," she muttered avoiding his eyes.

"What?" he gasped, an uneasy twinge running through his body. "Meredith? What do I care? Do you know who're you talking to?"

I wish I did, she sighed inwardly. "Why are you so surprised," she said quietly. "Sometimes… sometimes I feel like you don't even notice me anymore."

"Mer, God," he breathed out taking her hand in his. "I love you, you're my life, you know that. Fine, I was a jerk but it's not a reason to doubt me."

Meredith stared at their joined hands, her heart beating faster. It hadn't been long since she heard him profess his love for her. He said it more or less every day. But it was a long time since she felt he actually meant it. Her fingers caressed his and she realized his knuckles were reddened.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked frowning and grabbing for his other arm.

"Well," he let out a deep breath. "Karev's face looks worse, I promise."

"You fought with Alex?" she gasped gently caressing his fingers. "Why?"

"He was… making some stupid comments… about you," he shrugged.

"And you needed to fight for my honor?" she gave him a tiny smile.

"Of course," nodded proudly Derek. "That's what fiancés, future husbands, do."

"Oh, Der," she whispered and threw her arms around his neck, closing her eyes tightly. He nuzzled his face into her hair breathing her deeply, his hands roaming soothingly all over her back. "Thank you," she giggled pressing little kisses around his face and neck.

Her hands slid down his chest and she gazed into his eyes, something in the air between them shifting. It was like the good old days. They argued, and now they were in bed together, the sexual tension rising.

They smiled at each other before their lips connected, brushing sensuously against each other. His tongue darted to lick her lower lip prying it open. She acquiesced and he invaded her mouth, reexploring the territory he knew by heart. She moaned into his kiss and he pushed her gently into the pillows. His fingers played with the hem of her sleeveless tee.

"You're wearing clothes," he remarked casually as his fingertips tickled the skin of her flat abdomen.

"Well, I've got cold," she sighed cocking her head to a side to give him better access to the column of her throat.

"Time to warm you up a little," he chuckled pulling her tee slowly over her head. The skin of her chest was already flushed when his mouth preyed on her perfect globes, licking them teasingly. Breathing erratically, her shaky fingers reached to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. They both laughed when the shirt stuck on his wrists, hampering his arms behind him.

They resumed their kiss as Meredith's fingertips travelled across the planes of his back, his delicious weight resting on her body, pushing her into the soft covers.

"Pants, Derek, take off your pants," she murmured as her eyes rolled into her skull when Derek's mouth worked miracles on her hardened nipples.

With a laugh, he finished undressing himself and a minute later, also her boxer shorts joined his jeans on the floor.

"Now," he breathed, his half-lidded eyes feasting on her bare body. "Just as you should always be. But only to me," he added seriously.

"Only to you," she nodded wrapping up her legs around him. She moaned with delight as he filled her to the hilt. Every time he entered her, she felt that she belonged to him. And she truly did, he was the only man that ever had her and she wanted him so very much to remain so.

He moved in her and their pace settled instantly, years of experience directing their movements. They kept meeting each other half way, sweetly, unhurriedly, the pleasure building up slowly in both of them.

Meredith moaned his name in ecstasy, she couldn't possibly feel better in this moment. Her little stunt worked, her Derek, caring and loving, seemed to be back. And he was currently making love to her, not as if it was a chore but because he loved her. His thrusts gained in intensity and she felt herself explode with a soft outcry, tightening around him and urging him to give in to the pleasure. His hot seed mingled with the juices of her orgasm and they sank on the bed together in a tight embrace. Meredith brought her right palm onto his cheek, smiling as her engagement ring reflected the light of the lamp. They seemed to come out of the darkness.

A/N But since it's only the fourth chapter, we know it won't be that easy…

Please, comment…

Em

P.S. Update for BBAW coming before the weekend.