Here's another steamy little encounter for you...emotions are running high...is it just sex? Or is it becoming something more...?

Chapter Five – Fine Line Between Love & Hate

Two nights later…

"So you're still having sex with that lawyer?" Cristina asked Meredith as they sat at the bar in Joe's. "You really need to give me details, Mer…I need to live vicariously through your sex life. My last date didn't appreciate that I left during dinner so that I could assist Bailey on an emergency surgery..." She tossed back the tequila shot with a snap of her wrist.

"Well, you do have your priorities," Meredith agreed. "I might do the same thing, if I were ever out on an actual 'date'..." She held up her fingers in an air quote on the last word.

"Very true, but c'mon, you must have something you can tell me..."

"What kind of details?"

"Well…he's got such a reputation around Seattle…he must be pretty well endowed…" Cristina smirked over the rim of her glass.

"Cristina!" Meredith protested, but then she giggled. "I won't say I'm complaining, that's for sure…"

Cristina raised one expressive eyebrow. "Really? That must be why he has so many women falling over him…"

"Are you trying to piss me off? Cuz I really don't care…we aren't exclusive, he can see anyone he wants to." Meredith tossed her hair over her shoulder, trying to portray her utter disinterest in any of Derek's women. "I know what he's like."

"Oh good, because I saw him on TV the last night, escorting some rich socialite to that big charity dinner. I'm surprised you didn't see that."

"She's probably a client." Still, they hadn't been together since the night of pudding and tequila. He had phoned as promised, but he hadn't made any plans to see her. Obviously too busy with other things.

"Probably, sure…" Cristina nodded knowingly.

"I don't care, anyway. Just because he's good in bed, and can make me scream in more ways than any other guy doesn't mean I care about him…" But Meredith felt a little twinge of jealousy at the thought of Derek doing all those decadent sexy things to someone else.

"Good…then you won't yell at him when he sits down beside you," Cristina smirked, looking over her shoulder, catching sight of the object of their conversation striding through the evening crowd of patrons. More than one woman cast lingering glances at him as he passed by, but he was obviously on a mission to get to Meredith.

"What? He's here?" Meredith turned around, meeting Derek's warm blue eyes.

"Looking for me?" he asked easily, sliding onto the stool beside Meredith. His lips brushed her cheek quickly on his way by, and she felt an involuntary little ripple of desire. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, I'm Cristina Yang...I work with Meredith..." Cristina offered her hand to shake. "Nice to meet you...I've heard soooo much about you..."

"Nice to know my reputation precedes me," Derek grinned, before turning his attention back to Meredith. "You know, you really need to check your voicemail more often…it's still full. I figured you might be here, though."

"I wasn't looking for you…I'm sure I'm not the only woman you're entertaining." Meredith was determined not to act needy, not to give him the pleasure of knowing she cared if he was there or not. Sex without strings was getting to be tricky, she acknowledged. "But since you're here, then drink. That's what people do in bars – they drink!" She raised her glass towards Joe for a refill. "More tequila!"

Joe brought the bottle over and poured another shot for her. He glanced at Derek, who shrugged resignedly. "Just bring me a Scotch, a double…" He sipped it slowly, wondering what happened to make her upset. The alcohol soon burnt away any reluctance on his part to pressure her, and he touched her arm. "Meredith…just what the hell is wrong?"

"No...Talking..." she murmured, still not looking at him, "you're ruining my perfect drunk."

Derek frowned and made eye contact with Cristina behind Meredith's back. She just shrugged, unable to provide any help. He returned his gaze to his glass and downed a few more drinks, as Meredith continued with the tequila. Nobody spoke.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Derek rose to his feet a little unsteadily, and grabbed her shoulder so she had to turn to look at him. "Mer, whatever has you pissed at me I would like to know the reason. I thought we had something between us." He took her face and kissed her lips hard, forcing her mouth open. He could taste the tart tang of tequila on her tongue as he stroked against her urgently. The sudden attack took her by surprise and she responded involuntarily at first, then with increasing passion. She rose off the barstool to put her arms around his neck and pull him closer. Derek pushed her back against the bar, bending her backwards while grinding his hips against hers, giving her a clear indication of how much he wanted her.

Coming up for air, she glanced down at his crotch, while the other bar patrons clapped and whistled. "Satisfied?" she smirked, tequila and lust fogging her thoughts equally at that point.

"Not yet," Derek retorted angrily, not caring how it sounded.

Meredith gasped, and raised her arm to slap his face, but he caught her hand, and they stared at each other, chests heaving and breathing hot and ragged.

Cristina jumped up and tried to break them apart. "Maybe you two should just go home. I can drive you."

"NO!" both Derek and Meredith said simultaneously, not taking their eyes off of each other.

"We need to talk," Derek finally said, pulling Meredith with him, tossing some cash on the bar for the drinks. They stumbled outside, Meredith half giggling, half indignant.

"And there goes my entertainment for the evening..." Cristina commented to Joe, who came to collect the empty glassware.

"No good can come of that," he observed, watching them leave.

"Ah...they'll be all right...five bucks says there won't be much talking," Cristina smirked. "One more shot, Joe..."

"You got it, Dr. Yang..."

Outside next to Derek's BMW sedan, he fumbled for the keys and opened the car door. "You make me crazy, Meredith," he told her, pushing her backwards against it. "Tell me what's wrong…why are you so upset?"

"I don't know...you just think you're so damn hot!" she retorted, eyes flashing, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. Part of her was enjoying this little tiff, and the rest of her was burning up in need for him. And he looked too damn gorgeous, his thick black hair tousled from his hand raking through it in irritation, and his eyes flashing blue sparks. After all the women he must have known, how could he really want to be with her?

"You wanted me anyway!" he countered, holding her hands tightly.

"You're just a manwhore!"

"You didn't complain before!"

"You snuck out in the middle of the night!"

"You were snoring!"

"I don't snore!"

"Oh, I beg to differ!"

"Are you turned on?"

"Hell yes..."

For a moment, they just stared at each other again, breathing ragged, the sexual tension between them at the boiling point. With a low growl, he pushed her into the backseat, and fell onto her, managing to close the door behind him. Meredith pulled her shirt over her head, and put her hands on her breasts, offering them up to him.

"Okay, honey…sometimes you should think before you talk…" he muttered, intent on her half naked body.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she taunted, her bottom lip in her teeth. She pinched her nipples and watched his reaction. "Fuck me, Derek," she implored. She raised her hips and pulled the zipper of her jeans down, wiggling them off her hips, taking the panties with them. Her hand went to her pussy, parting the swollen lips and thrusting her fingers in, as her other hand massaged her breasts.

"You want me, Derek, you want all of this," she moaned, playing with herself, rolling her hips and closing her eyes. Derek watched, mesmerized as she brought herself to a small climax, so dazed that he almost forgot to join her. Watching her fingers slide in and out, wetter and wetter each time they came out of her. "Are you just going to watch me, or get down here and fuck me?" she demanded.

Derek threw off his clothes in one swift motion, falling onto her again in a fever. He put his mouth on her breast, and bit her nipple hard. Any anger that had sizzled between them had manifested itself into passion instead, and he couldn't control his actions.

"Hell, Meredith I had no idea you could be such a cock tease," he growled against her skin. He kissed her belly, and flicked his tongue across the wet folds that parted so easily for him. He licked the tips of her fingers that still slid between the damp folds, sending her into nearly mindless thrills. He stroked and tantalized her endlessly, making her come again and again, until he let her go. "I don't know why I put up with you…" he murmured, a little more lazily, watching her belly clench as he continued to toy with her. Touching and teasing, the scent of her arousal on his fingers and his tongue like an aphrodisiac.

"Because you like me," she purred, arching up to meet him. "And you keep coming back for more, so I must be good..."

Derek parted her knees, and slid in between her legs. "You think so?" he asked. "So have your fun with me now…isn't that all we are...just in this for the sex?" And he pushed up and into her, enveloped in her tight heat, his eyes intent on her in the darkness. Once again, she was able to make him forget everything but how much he wanted her, no matter where they were, or how dangerous it could be if someone caught them. The last two days he had tried to convince himself that he could walk away, just like always, but it had proved utterly useless. He'd been distracted constantly, thinking of the way her hair tickled his skin in bed, the way she was giving and sweet, but oh so uninhibited at the same time. Talking to her on the phone only added to his frustration - leading to his tracking her down at Joe's. And this situation...

"Fine!" she said, squeezing around him, making him shudder.

"Fine," he agreed, thrusting into her, and then holding himself up over her. His arms shook and he lowered down slowly, capturing her mouth. Meredith whimpered and met his thrusts, spreading wider and wider for him. Sweat covered them both, and the windows of the car slowly fogged over. She pulled him closer, raking her nails down his back, scratching his ass.

Little cries and whimpers escaped her as they pounded together, his cock large and filling her completely. "Derek, god, don't stop…" she cried out, as her orgasm started to peak, taking her away. He lost himself in her, swallowed up inside of her, as she throbbed around him. Muttering incoherent words of encouragement, then gasping as they fell together, bodies still pulsing from the intense sensation. He pushed the hair out of her eyes. "I hate you," she said finally, "why do you keep being so damn perfect?"

"I don't know, it's a gift," he replied, winking at her. "And I think I hate you too," he added softly.

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