She's only happy when she's dancing
Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Same as always

Meredith's day was a day straight out of hell. Not only had she managed to hurt Derek beyond imagination, mentioning to him that her threesome with Mark and Ashley had been wonderful, she had also lost a patient that had become dear to her and she wasn't able to share it with Derek. Now, that's what she was pissed about. Meredith never imagined that Derek would believe her. Getting angry? Okay, she had definitely known that would happen, but she never thought he would believe her. Deep down she knew that what she had said was a joke. Maybe a cruel one for someone who was recently rebuilding his friendship with his former arch enemy, but in the end it was still a joke. And now she was on her way to his office because she felt the need to explain. She felt the need to set him straight. But most of all she felt the need to argue, to blow of some steam. Thankfully for her, the make up sex afterwards was very rewarding.

Walking up to his office door, she knocked twice before walking in. There he was, sitting in his favorite chair behind his desk, a look of pure concentration on his face. Clearly, he hadn't heard her knocking. She cleared her troat, causing Derek to look up at her. He smiled tightly before turning his attention back at the files in front of him.

"We need to talk", Meredith started.

No reaction from Derek. Just a sigh and the writing of his pen could be heard.

"We need to talk", she said again.

Still no reaction. Meredith huffed. He was using the silent treathment. Like that was going to work with her.

"Derek!", she said, loudly this time. There was no way he couldn't have heard her.

His head shot up, an annoyed look in his eyes. He really didn't want to talk her.

"What?", he said, a little harsher than intended.

"We need to talk", Meredith told him, getting tired of repeating herself.

"Or so you said", Derek said, intently not saying anymore than he had to.

Meredith shook her head. This wasn't working. He didn't want to talk to her, he only annoyed her to no end. He was fueling her fire and she was sure she would explode at a certain point, she only hoped she could try and have a civil conversation with her boyfriend.

"Fine, have it your way", she told him, "I'll talk then, you just listen. Work or do whatever the hell you want to do right now. But you will listen to me!".

Derek nodded. That was her sign. This was the moment of thruth.

"About this morning… I sincerely hope that you know that I was joking. Maybe it was a little cruel, but I'm getting so sick and tired of your never ending crusade against Mark. We spent the evening together."

Derek's head shot up at her last statement, his facial expression turned from faked disinterest to pure shock.

"Let me rephrase that. I spent the evening with Mark and Ashley. I met Ashley at Joe's and she invited me to sit at her table. We had drunk a few tequila shots when Mark joined us. I guess he stayed sober and drove us both home. He helped me inside the house and made sure Izzie would watch over me, before he took Ashley home."

Meredith took a deep breath before she continued.

"I woke up this morning and realised that you hadn't come to the house… and then I remembered spending the evening with Mark, I got a little worried. And then Ashley called to ask me how I was and from one thing came another and before I knew it I told her how I felt about your crusade and that maybe it would be better if you never found out about the evening. Because I knew that you would react like you did this morning. And then Ashley came up with the idea of a threesome. And I just went along with it."

She paused, waiting for Derek to react to the things she had just said. But no such luck. He was just sitting there, the look of shock on his face replaced by confusion.

"I know it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I'm so sick and tired of your never ending crusade. You keep saying that you've forgiven Mark, but deep down I'm not so sure. And now that we're together, now we have this good thing going, you still keep talking about how he slept with your wife, even when she's your ex-wife for god knows how long already. So you need to stop Derek. No more hating Mark, no more blaming him for everything that goes wrong in your life. It really isn't fair Derek. Not to Mark, not to me, but definitely not to yourself. You're wasting so much precious time by being angry."

She stopped talking because Derek had gotten up and was now standing in front of her. He gently pushed a string of hair back behind her ear, before cupping her cheeks with both hands. He softly kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry, baby", he whispered. "I might have overreacted this morning. I know that you would never cheat on me. You wouldn't do that to me. And I know he's a changed man. I need to believe him, need to believe he has changed. And I know that I can't blame him for you 'joke'. But that was cruel baby. Very cruel", he told her, a small smile playing on his lips.

She nodded. It had been cruel. But thankfully he kind of understood her point of view. And when he reached for her waist, pulling her closer to him, she believed that everything was okay again and that the make up sex would be rewarding for both of them.

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Why did she dream about a kiss? A kiss so soft, yet so passionate. A kiss that had lit a fire within her heart. Even though it had been a dream, it had felt so real, like she was right there with him. And right at the moment where she wanted to deepen the kiss, taking things to another level, the annoying sound of her beeping pager woke her up. Not so saved by the bell. Even more annoying it became when she realized it wasn't her pager that was going of, but that of the occupant of the top bunk.

So there she was, laying on the bottom bunk of what used to be a deserted on-call room. The dream still vivedly occupying her mind. She had stopped most kisses he had given her before things got out of control. And now, when she actually wanted things to progress to a next level, it turned out to be dream.

She thought about the evening in his hotelroom, when he kissed her. She stopped him, even though her heart raced within her chest, and yet she told him not to apologize. She thought that it was just him. Kissing her out of habit. Using his manwhore tricks on her. She had always thought that what had happened in New York stayed in New York, that she had found closure and no longer pined for him. But now that he had kissed her, he awakened all of her feelings that she had buried so deep. And she really started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he would feel more for her than just plane friendship. But the scariest thought of all was that maybe she was falling in love with him. But right now she wasn't sure what it was she was feeling. Didn't know if it was love or just lust.

'Only one way to find out though' she thought as she got up from the bed, adjusted her clothes and her hair, before making her way out of the on call room and up towards his office. She hoped he was there, instead of rounding.

On her way to his office she got more nervous by the second. It wasn't exactly the smartest move, going up to his office without a game plan. But right now, she wasn't too sure if any plan would work. It seemed that lately all he had to do was look at her and she would feel a burning sensation shooting through her body.

When she reached his office, she peeked through the window, glad to see he was walking around in his office. Without knocking she entered the large room, closing the door behind her. The sound of the door falling into the lock, made him turn around in the middle of changing into his scrubs. Due to the interruption he was only wearing his scrub pants, his torso distracting her greatly from the task on hand. She felt weak. She had to be able to focus her eyes on his, instead of having them glued at his broad chest and firm abs. After a few more tries, she finally managed to tear her eyes away from his chest and locked eyes with him. He smirked at her, like he knew she was checking him out.

Without warning she suddenly moved forward quickly. She didn't stop when her hands touched his chest. With all her power she pushed him back until his legs hit the desk. Her hands reached up and grabbed a hand full of hair. She pulled his head towards her and pressed her lips firmly against his, kissing him with all the passion she could possibly muster. She released her deathly grip on him when she felt him responding, his hands on both her sides, pulling her closer to him.

When after a few moments they break the kiss to get some air, she locks eyes with him.

"Make love to me, Mark", she whispers huskily.

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TBC!

Okay, so the kiss in the last chapter turned out to be dream. But now Ashley has taken the course of her life in her own hands. Will Mark oblige her request? And when he won't, will Ashley take no for an answer? Please R&R!