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Chapter Two – Just an Affair…

"Are you out of your mind, Meredith?" Izzie asked, as they sat together at the bar at Joe's two nights later. "Derek Shepherd…the divorce lawyer…wants to have an affair with you?" Her eyebrows went up as she considered this bit of news. Despite the fact they lived in the same house, this was the first time they'd really talked since Meredith came home on New Year's Day.

"An affair yeah…I call it a bad romance more than anything…" Meredith countered, toying with her shot glass. "But Iz, you should just see his body…ohmigod…he is hot...totally ripped...the kind of body that just makes me melt..."

"Well, so long as the sex is good…enjoy it while you can. He's well known for his women, from what I read in the gossip column…just so you're aware of what you're getting into."

"I can take care of myself."

"Sure…and you disappeared with him after dirty dancing at the party without telling me or Cristina."

"Hello...?" Meredith's tone was accusing. "You were all wrapped up in Mark's arms, you wouldn't have noticed anything else...I was just looking for a little fun...as far as I can remember anyway."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Izzie grinned, unrepentent. "And you were lip-locked at the stroke of midnight, so I should have realized..."

"Besides…it seemed like a good idea at the time…"

"Does he know how much you hate lawyers?"

"Um, yes…I kind of said that…" Meredith bit her lip, recalling that part of the conversation.

"He must be a glutton for punishment, then."

"I think he sees me as a challenge."

"Just be careful, Mer. I don't want you to get hurt." Izzie eyed her friend, who always seemed to fall into relationships without thinking of the consequences.

Meredith held up her hand. "I swear…no falling in love…this is just sex."

"I'll remind you about that in a couple weeks, and in the meantime, I'll keep the tequila ready, just in case." She lifted her own shot glass at the moment, waving Joe over for a refill.

"It won't be necessary." Meredith realized her track record wasn't the greatest when it came to men; she was impulsive about getting involved with the wrong guy. Inappropriate men, in inappropriate places...but she learned from her mistakes, right?

At that moment, the door opened behind them, and she turned to see who was coming in. Cristina was supposed to meet them here as well, but she hadn't shown up yet. Probably surfing the emergency room for accident victims to operate on, Meredith mused. But it wasn't Cristina, it was Derek, accompanied by a sleek looking woman, who seemed to be glued to his side. She looked like the high maintenance kind of woman that was just the opposite of herself, and Meredith realized that she could never compete with that. Not that she wanted to, of course.

"Oh oh…" Izzie murmured, catching sight of the couple as well. "What the hell are they doing here? This isn't exactly the 'in' night spot for someone like Shepherd to come to…"

"I don't care. It's not like we're dating…he can go out with anyone he wants..." Meredith sighed, downing the last tequila shot with a flick of her wrist. She was feeling a little light headed again, and figured it was time to head home. It was getting late, and she had to work tomorrow. Being an intern at SGH meant being up early. "I'm gonna go…"

"Okay, Mer, I'll hang out for awhile. Mark said he'd stop in if he got done with surgery on time." She glanced back over to where Derek was sitting in the booth with his date, their heads bent close together. "You want me to keep an eye on him?"

"No…it's good." Meredith slid to her feet, and felt a little wave of dizziness from moving too quickly. "Shit...shouldn't have had that last shot…"

"You need to stick with beer," Izzie giggled, steadying her friend. "Seriously, you okay? I can call you a cab…"

"I'm fine…seriously, Iz. You stay and wait for McSteamy. I'll just go home and sleep...I'll make sure to put my ear plugs in."

"Hey..." Izzie protested, but Meredith had already resolutely pushed forward, keeping her eyes on the door and not on Derek. Yet as she passed by the booth, she couldn't help but chance one peek at him. That was the moment her feet decided to slip from beneath her, and she ended up tripping and pitching forward against his table.

"Well, Dr. Grey…" Derek smirked, looking into her soft green eyes as she landed awkwardly next to him. "Nice of you to drop in here…"

"You ass…" Meredith jumped up, and brushed herself off. "There was water on the floor…must've slipped…"

"Of course you did. Look, I can walk you out, make sure you don't slip again." He started to move to his feet, earning a glare from the woman next to him. "I'll be right back, Whitney, just give me a moment."

"Please don't get up on my account," Meredith protested, despite the tingle in her core at the touch of his hand on hers. He looked far too sexy again, in his designer suit, and far too out of place at Joe's bar. Too far out of her league too.

But Derek was already walking her towards the door, without so much as a backward glance at the woman he'd left behind. "She won't mind. She's not a date, she's a client…"

"Oh…" Meredith felt absurdly relieved. "Okay then…"

"I meant to call you..." Derek murmured.

"Sure you did. And I was just staring at the phone waiting for you..." Meredith rolled her eyes at the comment.

"You always manage to deflate my best intentions," Derek smiled, giving her his best self-deprecating look.

"You didn't have that problem the other night...and your ego could use some deflating," Meredith retorted. She found herself enjoying this.

"My ego is just fine, it's my libido that requires attention right now," he told her, sending a flush of heat to her core. With his hand at the small of her back, they moved across the room and out the door. There was a soft drizzle falling outside, enveloping them in the dampness of the Seattle night. Before she knew it, Derek had her pressed back against the brick wall of the building, around the corner where it was dark and secluded. His mouth crashed into hers in a deep dark kiss that sent her into a tailspin of desire. She was barely able to breathe, grasping at him, feeling the heat building up between them. His hand was between her legs, pushing up under the skirt she'd worn for reasons she hadn't even realized. It was a little rough, and edgy, and it aroused her even more, and she moaned and whimpered against his mouth. His hands moved to her shirt and he ripped it open, buttons flying.

He pushed it back off her shoulders, and she could feel the brick wall scratching her skin, as he kissed his way down to her breasts, biting and licking all at the same time. He had her hair gripped in one hand, while his other one was pulling away her thong impatiently. Meredith sucked in her breath as he thrust his fingers into her, hard and searching. He pushed them into her, faster and more insistent. It was all she could focus on, his fingers and then his teeth scraping her nipples, so hard and erect from the combination of the cold air and her excitement. She stifled her screams against his throat, biting down to keep quiet. "God, don't stop…." she muttered, feeling herself slipping away into the chasm. She shook and spasmed against him, clenching around his fingers. Her head dropped to his chest, and they were both gasping for air. For a moment, neither of them moved. Her skirt was up over her hips, and her shirt was hanging off her shoulders – the skin on her back was stinging from the contact with the bricks.

Then she could feel the rain coming down on them, hard enough to drench them, water running in rivulets down her skin. His white shirt was quickly soaked through, plastered to his skin. Meredith ran her hands along it, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the material, before finding her way to his belt. She needed to touch him, she needed him inside of her, and she couldn't seem to get his pants out of the way fast enough. It was beyond sanity, out here in the rain, but she was past the point of caring. Her hands were shaking and he laughed softly at her impatience, helping to free his cock to her searching fingers. Somehow they managed to get his pants out of the way, and he picked her up and pulled her onto him. Her legs wrapped around him and he slid deep inside of her. The rain was still beating down, as he pushed her back against the wall – damn bricks – and further up into her. He kissed her hard again, and thrusting urgently as her nails scratched his back, urging him to go faster. "Derek, don't stop…" she moaned, desperate for more.

"Ah, godamnit, Meredith….." and she could feel him losing himself in her, pounding harder and bruising her back more as he came into her. She was drowning, dying, moaning as her climax tore through her, meeting his mouth again in a bruising kiss, the level of erotic need satisfied for the moment.

Derek let her relax against him for a moment, as they caught their breath. "Hell, I didn't mean for that to happen…at least, not quite like that..." he muttered, his strong arms supporting her as he slid out away from her. "I just seem to lose control around you somehow." He smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead, and kissed her. "Why is that....?"

"It's just sex, right…" Meredith giggled. "So we get carried away, that's all we're in this for…but what will your client say when you go back inside, as drenched as you are…."

"Good question," he agreed, not really caring at that point. "Are you okay?"

"I think so…" Meredith knew she would be bruised and sore tomorrow, but it seemed a small price to pay for this unexpected encounter. She adjusted her clothes, looking around, wondering too late if anyone noticed them. "You should get back in there…"

"Yeah," Derek sighed, pulling his clothes back into place, and running a hand through his thick curls. "But, if I were a perfect gentleman, I would drive you home…"

"But you're not, so I'm not expecting that," Meredith giggled.

"Oh, you really shouldn't jump to conclusions about me..." he warned her softly, his mouth skating along her collarbone again, making her body quiver yet again. "I'm much more complex than you imagine..."

"I'm sure you think so," she retorted.

"Still...maybe you shouldn't drive."

"I think I feel more sober now, actually. I think I can manage. You've done that once, I don't expect it every time we do this…." She picked her purse up from where it lay on the ground, and pulled her keys out. "You need to work now, and I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Early rounds in the morning…"

Derek gave her a fast kiss again before she could walk away. "You intrigue me, Meredith Grey….you should send me packing and yet here we are…"

"Here we are," she agreed. "I know this is just for fun, Derek. We're both adults, both aware of what we're doing, so let's not make it more than it is…"

"Right…absolutely…" Derek watched her move away from him, and he felt strangely like following her. He never did that, he was always the love'em and leave'em guy…he enjoyed women, gaining their surrender to his touch, giving and taking pleasure equally. He never fell for any woman, no matter how intriguing. That just wasn't his style. What was it about this one that was so different?

As he slicked his wet hair back, and shook the rain off his jacket, he saw her jump nimbly into an older Jeep. He waited until she started it, making sure she was really able to navigate the parking lot, before heading back into the warmth of Joe's. He would need to sooth some ruffled feathers of his client, but she needed his legal expertise in her divorce too much to be too angry.