A/N Hi, I' like to thank everyone for reading and commenting and apologize for the long lack of updates. I've been busy with formalities at my uni, packing, cleaning, travelling and then celebrating the end of the semester with my friends. I only had time yesterday to finish the chapter. It's probably on the short side and very far from the canon Grey's but I'm waiting for your comments anyway. Enjoy!
**********************************************************************************Derek halted at the doorway to the bathroom looking mesmerized at his fiancée. Her skinny jeans perfectly hugged her slim legs and her transparent black blouse left little to imagination. She was brushing her hair swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song played in the radio.
"Promiscuous boy, I'm calling your name…" she chanted along with the singer and Derek's mouth went dry. "But you're driving me crazy the way you're making me wait…"
His hands itched to touch her. He closed the distance between them, pressing himself to her back. "Hey, promiscuous girl," he murmured into her hair. "I'm certainly not making you wait…"
She purred and ground her ass against him.
"Bail out tonight," he nipped at her earlobe.
"Nope," she chuckled.
"Oh, come on!" he sighed dramatically. "I'll give you more entertainment."
"No!" she shook her head firmly, trying to stay in control over her mind and body. "I'm not quitting on girls. Firstly, I'm Jen's maid of honour. I helped to organize her bachelorette night so I have to be there. Secondly, now it's also my bachelorette night so I have to be there. Thirdly, I have to be there because Jen and her nice sisters are too sweet and innocent to go all by themselves to the- " she hung off, careful not to let slip anything else.
"To go where?" asked Derek quickly furrowing his brows.
"To a club," she shrugged lightly.
"A club," he repeated suspiciously. "What club?"
"Oh," she waved her hand dismissively putting her hair brush away. "You don't know this one."
"Should I want to know?" he asked cautiously.
"Nope," giggled Meredith. "It's better for your nerves this way."
"Meredith!" he whined. "Please, just don't tell me you're going to stare at naked guys!"
"Fine, I won't tell you I'm gonna stare at naked guys," she rolled her eyes.
"Why can't you spend the evening in a nice bar over a drink like we did?" he demanded.
"Because you're whipped," stated Meredith without thinking much.
"You're gonna go out wearing… this?" he frowned.
"Why? What's wrong with this?" she smirked.
"What is wrong is that I want to undress you, me and every other male you'll meet," he grumbled not letting hold of her.
"Then everything's just how it should be," she smiled naughtily. "I definitely have to go out, it'll be good for your jealousy management."
She broke from him, grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs to where Bessie was playing with Ned on the floor. Derek tugged after her looking disgruntled.
"Wow," whistled Ned. "Who do you want to kill with that outfit, Mer? Oh, wait, I know, your fiancé looks as though he was about to drop dead any second."
Meredith scowled at his words and sat behind Bessie hugging her, "You're both sexists, a woman can't even dress nicely without some stupid comments from you two. But I'm gonna grin and bear it because gender is not curable."
"I think it already is, Mer," grinned Ned. "I-" his next words were drowned as Meredith asked Bessie. "What did you build, sweetie? What is it?"
"House," replied Bessie rearranging toy blocks. "New house."
"You've built us a house?" asked Meredith admiringly.
She played with Bessie until the sound of the horn outside announced the arrival of her party.
"Have fun, bad girl," said Ned earning a scowl on Derek's part. With an expression of a lost puppy he followed her to the door.
"Just be careful, alright?" he pleaded.
"Derek, why are you so mopey?" she rolled her eyes at him. "One could think I was going off to warzone. I won't be alone, Izzie and Cristina are going with me."
"And that's supposed to call me down?" he asked ironically.
"I don't care what it's supposed to do," she huffed impatiently.
"So mean," stared Derek but he trailed off as Meredith shut the door into his face. He let out a deep sigh as he heard the squeak of tyres of the departing car.
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Meredith took a small sip of her drink and slowly put her glass on the table glancing around over her companions. She, Meredith Grey, was the most sober participant of her own bachelorette party. She was careful with her liquor all night, drinking moderately and pausing every time her vision started slowing down. She was being careful even though tequila or the drinks that the girls were ordering seemed deadly enticing. But they were nothing compared to her daughter, now probably sleeping peacefully in the confines of her old house. Her little daughter that didn't need a drunk mommy. Meredith promised herself a long time ago that she'd never come home to Bessie soaked with alcohol.
The rest of the party, including Jenny, her two sisters, Izzie, Lexie and Cristina, weren't really choosy as to what they poured down their throats and clearly enjoyed the evening. So did Meredith at the beginning . They were laughing and joking but now she was just bored… really bored… bored out of her wits in the best, most expensive and most exclusive strip club for ladies in Seattle, sitting at the best table in the whole club, so close to the stage that she could easily reach out and touch the boys. Only she didn't want to. Derek Shepherd and his sperm officially ruined her.
She cheered and wolf whistled like every other lady in the room so as not to stand out like some freak but… really… the dancers weren't that very appealing. Her eyes swept critically over their heavy musculature. Meredith stared at her friends who were drooling at the dancers taking their clothes off. Seriously, all that muscles seemed too blown up for her liking… like balloons or something. Derek… she thought dreamily. Derek's body was truly perfect.
He had a nicely sculpted chest… and arms, legs even, without looking bloated. And he had hair in every place a true man should have, whereas those boys were plucked like chickens before roasting, or piglets. Roasted was a good word because their skin was browny orange (result of hours spent in solarium no doubt). Derek was pale, naturally healthy pale. Oh, God… and… Derek would never ever wear a thong… she looked with distaste at the dancers crotches. Her head sank into her palm, she could be home this very moment, taking advantage of that delicious body she'd just fantasized about, kissing every inch of it… having much more fun. However, she had to stay and sit on her ass. Firstly because she didn't want to feed Derek's ego and admit he had been right. Secondly, she was the only sober of them and she should see that they make home safe and sound.
Unfortunately, the moment couldn't arrive soon enough. She smirked devilishly at her friends. They were going to be so sorry in the morning. Shame she didn't take her camera, Cristina just started drooling and Jenny slipped a hundred dollars' banknote under the elastic band of a dancer's thong.
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Derek tore his eyes form the medical journal he was flipping disinterestedly and checked the watch on the nightstand for the hundredth time. Half past midnight and Meredith still didn't come home. He probably shouldn't be this bothered by her bachelorette night. He wanted her to enjoy herself; she didn't go out often. But the thought of her ogling other men, and more precisely naked men, kept a certain green monster inside him roaring, effectively preventing him from going to sleep. He wanted to be awake when she got back, maybe to show her he was the best one for her.
He heard the sound of the doorbell echo across the house and heaved himself with a sigh out of the bed and downstairs. This couldn't be Meredith because Meredith had the key and even if she didn't, she would know better than to risk waking Bessie up. Although, their little was a heavy sleeper, fortunately.
He unlocked the door, frowning at the sight of a totally drunk Luke hanging on his brother's shoulder.
"What's the commotion?" yawned Ned trudging down the stairs.
"Sorry for coming this late," sighed Luke's brother, Jake. "He's completely pissed. And he found this in Jen's things," he handed Derek a crumpled leaflet that depicted a group of half-naked man showing off their chests.
"And?" groaned Derek. He already knew the girls went to some strip club, he didn't need the visual.
"Sheeeee's goonna leaaaaave mee," sobbed Luke wiping his face onto his brother's shirt.
"Tone your voice down, man; there's a kid sleeping upstairs," told him Ned, though he barely contained the laughter bubbling inside him. "And chill out. She's just gone to stare at some naked asses, big deal."
"Turn it over," Jake rolled his eyes impatiently at Luke. "God, he's such a wimp and he's my brother."
Derek glanced at the other side of the paper that said "All the men of your dreams, from the prince charming to obedient slaves. Take your pick and enjoy."
Ned snorted behind Derek, "I hope you don't go all whiney on me. I don't do the cry on my shoulder thing."
Derek blinked his eyes tiredly, feeling all the sense of sanity evaporating from the situation.
"She'ssss gonna pickkk and run awayyyy," Luke waved his arm drunkenly in the air.
"I don't know what to do with him," sighed Jake. "I can't leave his drunk ass cause he's gonna end up dead under a truck or freeze to death trying to find her. D'you now where are they?"
"No," Derek shook his head studying the flyer. It was only one page with no name, no address, no telephone.
"You're such a bunch of girls," smirked Ned and grabbed the advert walking off to his laptop. Derek and Jake didn't even have time to force a cup of coffee down Luke's throat when Ned was back with the location of the club. "See, it wasn't that difficult."
"Goin' to Jen?" Luke's eyes lit up.
"Yes," answered Jake with gratefulness in his voice. "We're going to Jen to dump your sorry ass on her. Are you gonna help me?" he asked Derek.
"Me?" The thought was very tempting indeed. "I… I shouldn't…"
"Go," smirked Ned. "We all know you want to."
Derek grabbed his coat with new energy. Well, he was Luke's best man; he had to help him, right?
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Soon after they entered the club, Derek knew he made a huge mistake coming. The place was one big madhouse full of burgeoning females fawning over men clad in latex. He was afraid he'd be left scarred for life if he saw the same glint in the eyes of his wife-to-be.
The three of them stood unsurely, searching the crowd.
"Excuse me," Derek asked a passing waitress. "Can you help us?"
"Yeah?" she eyed him appreciatively from under her heavily coloured lids. "Are you here for the job?"
"Bache- bachelorette party," stammered Luke desperately.
"The boss doesn't like her guys drunk on the job," she scoffed at him but her regard softened at Derek and Jake. "Go this way." She pointed them a passage behind her.
"We're not-" started Derek but the waitress already moved on.
Jake shrugged his shoulders, "Let's go. Let's find the happy bride and let her take care of him. I don't care what she's gonna do to him. I just wanna leave here; the place's giving me the creeps."
They made the way indicated by the waitress, through a crowd of the club's employees, passing the stage with performing dancers.
"Jenny!" yelled Luke as his uncoordinated eyeballs caught her the love of his life in his range of vision. "Jenny!" he tried to break free from Jake's firm grip.
Derek quickly followed the direction of Luke's gaze to find Meredith and the girls sitting at a table busy with empty shots and bottles. She was laughing her head off at her friends, a half empty glass in her hand.
"Wha- whasshe doin'?" Luke blurted out watching with horror as his fiancée grabbed one of the dancers and moved her hand towards his hip. He struggled to push away Jake's and Derek's restraining hands. "Get'way from'er you soneva-!"
Jake shook his head at Derek over his brother's wriggling form, "Idiot."
"Gonna kill'im!" stammered Luke.
The dancers bowed to their enthusiastic audience and started to retreat when Luke broke out of their friends' loosened grip and lunged himself at the stage. Jake and Derek both groaned exchanging martyred looks before hurrying after him, none of them willing to spend the night in jail. Luke's hands closed around the dancer's neck but Jake managed to drag him away.
"What's going on in here?" hissed an angry female voice and Derek felt someone grip his arm.
"I'm so sorry," apologized quickly Derek coming face to face with a very high maintenance lady clad in red, whose age was difficult to tell due to heavy amount of make-up, though she probably couldn't be younger than forty. "Our friend just… drank too much."
"And that's a reason to start fistfights in my club?" she narrowed her eyes at him. "This is a place of work!"
Derek swallowed with difficulty; he had a distant impression of being the object of Miranda Bailey's wrath and that was never good.
"I'm… sorry," he repeated lamely.
"Sorry?" she snorted. "What do you think stops me now from calling the police with the complaint that you and your buddies are brawling in my club? Wait, I know what," she scanned his body from head (or hair) to toes and pushed him on the stage.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he frowned, panic raising in his chest. If Meredith hadn't seen him yet, she definitely had to now. What that crazy lady wanted him to do? Strip? He preferred the cops. Her fingers only clawed tighter around his elbow.
"Good evening, ladies and a few gentlemen!" Derek's captor greeted her guests enthusiastically. "Are you having fun tonight?"
A tumultuous "yeah" came from every corner of the club. Derek steadily avoided looking anywhere close Meredith's table.
"And it's going to get even better," she assured them. "Because today we're hosting our monthly charity auction."
Charity auction? What charity auction? What the hell he was doing here?
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Meredith took another sip of her drink and watched the dancers leave the stage when… she blinked seeing Luke throwing herself at one of them. Seconds later his brother and her very disconcerted fiancé followed suit.
"You-your loverboy's 'ere," burped Cristina tugging at Jen's sleeve. "Yous too, Mer, McDreamy's 'ere!"
Meredith's lips cracked in a mischievous smile as the owner of the club dragged Derek on the stage. He looked utterly mortified. She was going to have some fun at this club after all.
"This, my ladies, is the item we're putting on bid," the owner of the club circled Derek who tried to appear as small as he could, quite unsuccessfully. "And his name is…" she looked at him expectantly. He clenched his teeth defiantly; he wasn't going to take part in his own humiliation.
"MaaaacDreeeeamy!"
He cringed at Cristina Yang's drunken jeer. He was going to make her life a living hell at the hospital. He chanced a quick glance in the direction of Meredith. She was sitting comfortably in her chair, playing with a straw in her glass, smirking at him mercilessly… Nope, he couldn't expect help from her.
"McDreamy, McDreamy!" chanted the crowd of females hypnotically.
"Just take look at our McDreamy, girls!" the lady in red shouted over raking a hand in his locks. "What hair!"
Meredith felt her grin wane. Our McDreamy? McDreamy was her exclusively! And take your hands off the hair, lady!
"We're starting with $50."
"50!" momentarily came a voice from the confines of the club.
"60!"
"70!"
"100!"
"Gooood, thasss pricelss," slurred Cristina and scowled with distaste at the bidders. "Killin' eashothe' 'er MaDreamy…"
"Look at these muscles, ladies! As hard as steel!" took up the club owner testing Derek's bicep and sneaking her hand under his coat, making him recoil a little.
"120!"
"150!"
"200!"
"They're gonna sell yar man!" snorted Jen's sister at Meredith. "Gonna just sitanwatch?"
Meredith's patience was not to be tested anymore; she raised her hand and shouted "300!"
"400!" came another voice and Meredith turned to face her rival, shooting daggers with her eyes.
"1000!" yelled Meredith triumphantly, venomous satisfaction painting in her face as no one staked a higher bid.
Derek breathed out with enormous relief as Meredith climbed the stage and hissed at the club owner "Hands off my fiancé, missy! Send me the check." She grabbed his hand and dragged him from the club.
"Thank God…" he trailed off noticing the scowl on her face. "Meredith?" he asked cautiously.
"Not now," she said distractedly. She hailed a cab and gestured for him to wordlessly to follow her.
"Meredith," he went on nervously. "I… I came here for Luke, he's completely drunk-"
"Did I ask you to explain yourself?" she shot not looking at him.
"No, but-"
"Then don't."
He followed her meekly to the house and upstairs. Meredith went straight to her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom.
"Meredith?" Derek tapped lightly at the door. "Can we talk?"
In response he heard the running shower; he probed the door but no avail. She couldn't be seriously angry at him, could she? It was him who just lived through the most embarrassing moment in his life, well maybe except when his sisters decided to write "I have hots for boys" on his school t-shirt while still in high-school…
After a few tormented minutes, Meredith revealed herself from the bathroom wrapped in a white robe. He ran up to her but she ignored him.
"Meredith, this is stupid-"
"Have I just heard you calling me stupid?" she growled at him, laying back comfortably on the center of the bed.
"No!" he gulped.
"I'm waiting," she tapped her foot nervously on the bed.
"For what?" he frowned his forehead.
"McDreamy, I spent a thousand bucks on you," she crossed her arms on her chest. "Do you need a soundtrack?"
"A soundtrack?" repeated Derek not understanding anything.
"Yes, soundtrack," she raised her eyebrows at him. "I was having fun." Well, okay, she wasn't but Derek didn't have to know that. She was going to have fun right now, though. "I was having fun with my friends until I had to save your ass, practically buying it."
"Yeah, well, thanks for that-"
"So, now, you owe me a dance," smirked Meredith.
"What?" laughed Derek. "I don't dance."
"Oh, yes, you do," countered Meredith airily. "If you ever want to get reacquainted with what's underneath this robe." She bended her leg letting the parting of the robe reveal her naked thigh, just her thigh.
"Seriously-"
"Seriously," said firmly Meredith, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
He sighed lightly and with a small smile as well as a shake of his head reached for the buttons of his shirt.
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A/N So, I hope you found the chapter interesting. The next chapter's coming up sometime over the week, Wednesday I think and it's going to be… really really big. So, stay tuned!
Em :)
