Meredith Grey was not a romantic. She knew women weren't traditionally the ones who set up the date, but she was still rather hopeless with things like coming up with ideas for places to go. Luckily, she was married to a man who knew where to go and what to eat and always set up the date.
Derek Shepherd was always a romantic. He liked bubble baths with bath bombs and petals on the bed and sparkling candles and bouquets of flowers- well, to rephrase- he liked surprising Meredith Grey with bubble baths with bath bombs and petals on the bed and sparkling candles and bouquets of flowers. She wasn't the girliest girl in the world, but it still made her smile to see that he cared so much that he'd make it look like Cupid had puked in their bedroom (her phrase, not his, although it was in a jokey manor).
The pair were puzzle pieces in many aspects of their lives, and this was one of them. She was hopeless (although she had got better), and he was congentially fantastic at romance.
Unfortunately, they were far too jet lagged to enjoy the night prior, and were busy all day. That just left the evening which was...okay. But Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd were not the kind of people who liked to go a regular day without something, nevermind Valentine's.
"Hey. Come in here." Derek said in a kind of harsh, secretive whisper.
"I'm not coming in the toilet with you, that's weird."
He pushed it open even further. "This hotel is full of neurosurgeons. The guests here are neurosurgeons. And I believe we had the discussing the morning before my first day of work about the fact that I am probably the only neurosurgeon in America, maybe on Earth, who is allowed to use this toilet."
"There might be, you don't know if someone else might need to use it, like a-" She tried to reason as she looked around, as if someone would actually turn up in that very second.
"Just look." He pleaded, cutting her off.
She sighed, and reluctantly took a step in.
"Look how fancy it is!" He exclaimed as she absorbed the bathroom.
"Jesus Christ." She murmured, stepping into the large room.
The worktop, which had been dug into for a large, equally as fancy metal sink, was made of marble and the smooth rock had been polished to perfection, and maintained well. The mirror was extravagant and ornamental with floral-like twists and twirls carved into the outer rim of the fingerprint-free mirror. The soap dispenser even matched the surface. Meredith didn't even think it was possible to compliment a toilet, but if she had to pick one to admire, it would be the one there.
"This is nicer than the en-suit to our bedroom! And I love our en-suit!" She said. She had to love it really, it was hand-design for her by her husband.
"Mmm." He hummed. "Bedroom."
Meredith looked round at the suggestiveness in his voice. She knew what was coming next. Well, not exactly was coming next, but at least that it would be rather inappropriate. She knew her husband well. "Derek, no."
"Derek, yes." He corrected with a wide grin. He grabbed the door handle and locked them in before looking back to her. She had a shirt that was begging to be ripped off. Her whole outfit was begging to be ripped off, in fact, in his opinion. "It's the fourteenth of February, and you know that what means!"
She sighed. Of course she did. "It's Valentine's day." She admitted softly.
"Valentine's day!" He repeated. "You know, the day where you buy each other lots of presents and have lots of sex."
"We're in a bathroom. And there are surgeons outside!" She exclaimed, shaking her head. He was unbelievable. Well, he wasn't, because he was so unbelievable so often that she learnt to expect anything from him.
"No one will notice." He offered with a shrug.
"They will notice."
"Oh, c'mon, we all know that guys in wheelchairs can't have sex anyway." He murmured with his stupid smirk. His stupid, loveable, perfect McDreamy smirk.
"That is not true." She said, eyebrows hitting the ceiling when he pushed himself so close to her that their knees bonked. She had plenty of experience that told her that that fact was no true, as well as plenty of experience to disprove anyone's theories that, even if he could have sex, it wouldn't be pleasurable. They were so wrong about that one; 'pleasurable' couldn't cover it.
"Well, we know that." He murmured, popping the button of her pants before pulling down the zip. His thumbs slipped down her thighs, thanks to the extra space the release had created, and pushed them down. Past her thighs. Past her knees. Past her ankles. They hit her high heels. "But no one else does, do they?"
"They're gonna wonder where we were." Meredith murmured, watching him struggle back into his pants (it was a task that never got much easier) as she did the buttons of her shirt up. Getting them off was much easier, and sexier. He would place his hands either side and lift himself, just a little. Just enough for her to slide them off. Just enough for his arm muscles to flex to perfection.
"We got lost. We've never been here before, so it's perfectly realistic."
"Okay." She sighed. She supposed that was a good enough excuse.
"If not, it's my fault; all you did is what I asked." He murmured suggestively.
She paused, wondering what he meant by that exactly. Of course, what he had requested was that she entered the bathroom and had sex with him, but there was something else there, she was sure of it. Probably a crappy joke, but she decided to prompt him anyway. "What you asked?"
He smirked. "You came in the bathroom."
For just one single second she looked at him with bewilderment. Then, she lost that expression. She lost it generally.
"No! Derek Christopher Shepherd that was so inappropriate. I just- No!" She chided, throwing the shoe that she was about to put on at him
He caught it and chuckled at her. "You weren't complaining a minute ago! In fact, I believe you were gladly-"
"Don't say it." She interrupted.
"Don't say what?" He asked with a clueless voice, but a knowing smile. "My, my Meredith Grey, you have one dirty mind. You thought I was inappropriate when you thought I was going to say such a word?"
"What were you going to say then?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
He smirked, and whispered it into her ear, causing her smile to deepen. "C'mon. You know that was funny."
"What a childish, childish man, you are. Honestly." She huffed at his response as she sat down and slid it onto his foot before picking up the other.
"Sure. Definitely." He agreed blankly in his wife-pleasing voice. Well, the one he used in front of other people. He had another wife-pleasing voice that he had used a minute ago, but that one was anything but blank and monotone.
She sighed as she slipped past him and unlocked the door to find that the coast was completely clear. "We got lucky- but we are not doing this again, okay? You hear me? Never again."
He rolled his eyes as he followed her out, and down the hallway just a metre. She was such a liar.
"Sure, Meredith, whatever you say."
She paused abruptly, and turned back round.
"What?" He asked, confused. He thought he was about to get a berating, but she was anything but mad. "What's wrong?"
She didn't speak but grabbed his wrist and tugged him after her as she re-entered the bathroom, her hands jumping to her t-shirt before he'd even locked the door behind them.
"Woah, so much for never doing this aga-" He started with a superior, told-you-so kind of tone before he was interrupted by her lips on his, hands digging down his trousers for the second time in about five minutes.
"I hate to sound like I'm from a movie-" Meredith started as she pulled away for just a second. "-but, seriously, shut up and kiss me."