Derek Cooks for Meredith
this one takes place sometime after Wishin and Hopin. FLUUUUFFFFFF
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Body aching, spirit breaking, Meredith sank down onto the bench in the locker room with a loud sigh.
Cristina, head buried in her messy locker, rose a brow, turning to look at her friend with interest. “Mer, you really gotta break out of this mood.”
Shooting her friend a fulminating look, Meredith mumbled nonsensically under her breath, pulling her hair back into a high, sloppy bun.
“You wanna go to Joe’s for a drink?” Cristina questioned as she slammed her locker shut and leaned up against it.
Mer smiled, almost sadly, and shook her head. “I’d love to but since we have the house to ourselves . . . Derek’s cooking me dinner.”
Brows raising again, Cristina grinned as she slid onto the bench with her friend. “Yeah? Burke cooks, its sexy. I usually give him sex afterwards. Well, I’d give him sex anyway, but him cooking really turns me on. Where’s Izzie?” She looked around as if she’d just noticed their tall blonde friend wasn’t present.
“She’s swamped at the clinic. Finally got some patients, and now its overloaded. So she’s on duty tonight.”
“Yeah? What’s McDreamy cooking?”
Shrugging noncommittally, Meredith mumbled, “I dunno. He won’t tell me. It’s a ‘surprise’.” The look on her face had Cristina wondering.
“Why are you doing this, Meredith?”
She whipped her head up quickly, staring Cristina down, eye-to-eye. “Doing what?”
“McDreamy is cooking for you and you’re radiating with resentment.”
Meredith opened her mouth to protest, closed it, then opened it again. “I’m not - I just - he’s trying to take care of me.”
“Because your mother was a complete bitch and made you feel bad about yourself for about the billionth time?”
Frowning, she nodded. “Basically.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Cristina!”
“I’m just saying. You finally have what you want, Meredith. McDreamy. Being all McDreamy, cooking you dinner to make you feel better. You are really going to let what your mother said screw that up?”
Cristina was right and she knew it. Derek was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and he made her blissfully, blindly, insanely happy. She loved him more than anything ever. And up until a few days ago, before her mother’s lucidity, she had been able to be content, just living in that state of joy. But now, Ellis, being all Ellis, had gotten under her skin, made her feel five years old again, being yelled at for playing too loudly while her mother tried to sleep following hours and hours of surgery. Or for getting suspended from school for fighting. Or for taking time off after college to go to Europe instead of medical school. Ellis had made her doubt herself at her significant or insignificant turn in Meredith’s life.
Just then, the door to the locker room slid open and there he was, Derek, standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. He looked so handsome she felt faint and dizzy and in awe that he was finally all hers. And he was going to cook her dinner. Her heart swelled with love as she realized that the prospects for a good night really were very high. “You ready?” He asked, slinging his briefcase over his shoulder casually.
Looking at Cristina, narrowing her eyes at her friend’s stern look that screamed Don’t be Stupid, Meredith (or, maybe, Don’t be Stupid Meredith), Meredith smiled as she brought her eyes back to Derek’s. “Yeah.” She stood up, slid her coat over her shoulders and grabbed her bag all in one motion. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Closing the space between she and her boyfriend, she turned over her shoulder to smile at Cristina. “Rain check on those drinks, k?”
Cristina nodded, grinned. “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And promptly rolled her eyes once they turned their backs.
Taking Derek’s outstretched hand, she reached up to kiss him quickly as she passed him in the doorway. His free hand possessively, protectively bracketed her hip as he rubbed his nose against hers, smiled down into her eyes. “You okay?”
Love. That’s what she saw when she looked into his face. It overwhelmed her. “I am now.”
~
She seemed better, Derek observed, watching her carefully as they drove home to her place. Her color was better, and she was smiling a little bit more. Her shoulders were less tense. And she was talking to him. That was good.
“It’s so weird without George there anymore,” she sighed as they turned onto the highway to take the drive the two exits to her house.
“Yeah, he and Callie . . . kind of soon, huh?”
Meredith shrugged, “Yeah but . . . he seems happy, I guess. He loves her, I think.” Then she laughed. And it sounded so beautiful, so free, and it was something he had missed so much over the last few days he laughed too.
“What’s so funny?”
“That! Everything! I mean, George is married! To Callie!” Turning to look at his profile, she smiled in spite of herself. “A lot can change in a year, huh?”
Derek turned, locked eyes on her, winked. “Yeah.”
That wink did something to her. It filled her with excitement. She and Derek were really together. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to make sure it was all real and not some terrible dream. He was cooking for her. He had never cooked for her before. All he would let her do was provide the wine. And he had made it clear there was to be lots of wine.
“What are you making me?” She asked as they got off the highway and turned left toward the house.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Did you catch it?”
Derek laughed at the intrigue on her face. “No, not this time. But you wouldn’t mind? If I caught a fish and cooked it for us?”
“Of course not! Well, it depends on what kind of fish it is, but I’m open. You know, you could even take me fishing with you.”
Now he was really amazed. “You would actually go fishing with me?”
Meredith gasped, rose a brow. “Why are you surprised by that? I am a surgeon! I cut people open for a living! I helped Finn birth a horse! I can certainly stick a stupid worm on a stupid hook and-”
“Okay, that’s not how its done. Well, not my kind of fishing anyway.”
She giggled at his sudden pretentiousness. “Oh, right. Excuse me. I stand corrected. Flies, right? Fly-fishing.”
Derek grinned as he turned onto her street. “That’s right.”
“Well, so whatever, I can put some flies on a hook. But I want to go with you, Derek. Seriously.”
He pulled into her driveway, shut off the car, turned and looked deeply into her eyes. “Why?”
She rolled her eyes as if it were the stupidest, simplest thing ever. “Because its important to you.”
The expression that came over his face was one of surprise, amazement, and finally, complete adoration. He leaned in, cupped her chin in his hands and kissed her, sweetly, softly, taking his fill, not pulling back until they were both good and satisfied.
“What was that for?” She whispered, her throat dry and raspy as she gazed into blue eyes darkened with intensity.
“I just . . . I had to kiss you.” He rubbed his thumb along her cheeks before slowly pulling back, yanking the keys from the ignition and gesturing to the house. “Come on, let’s go!”
~
When Meredith finished her shower, pulled on a pair of Derek’s pajama bottoms and her eternally reliable Dartmouth T-shirt, she followed her nose back down to the kitchen. And stopped dead in the doorway as she took in the sight before her.
There was her boyfriend, standing over the stove, hair in his eyes, sleeves rolled up, a dish rag hanging haphazardly over his shoulder. He was basting what looked to be some sort of pink meat - by the smell, Meredith deduced it was salmon. She grinned, her eyes moving over to the cutting board beside the stove, piled high with chopped onions and what looked like - and smelled like - thyme. And maybe some parsley. The table was already set, from a tablecloth right down to two long tapers that had yet to be lit.
Her heart filled, nearly exploded. Cristina was right. How could she have even thought of letting her mother’s hurtful words ruin this?
“Hey,” she whispered, attempting to fluff her wet hair as she slithered into the room. Derek looked up, his eyes brightening when he saw her, and he smiled. “Hey, beautiful. Come here.”
She ignored the tingle in her belly at the look in his eyes. She felt schlumpy wearing huge sweats and still he thought she was beautiful. Moving towards him, she was anxious to get a peek at the goods on the stove.
The sight of wild rice had her raising her eyes in surprise. And - asparagus?
“You have really outdone yourself,” Meredith whispered in awe as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He kissed her forehead, then moaned, rubbing his lips against her ear. “Mmm. You smell good.”
“So does the food,” Mer smiled, kissed his lips quickly, and gestured to the pots. “Explain.”
Derek laughed. “Smoked salmon, wild rice and asparagus. With the pinot noir you bought.”
She nodded, giggling. “Right. Naturally, leave the booze up to me. But its not like I can cook so . . .”
He smiled while silently studying her. “So sounds good to you?”
“Doesn’t just sound good, looks good.” She smacked her lips, dipping her finger into the pan with the salmon to taste the sauce. “Mmm… delicious.” She looked up at him, her big blue eyes locking on his. “I am so lucky to have someone to cook for me.” Grinning, she took another taste of sauce. “Izzie just bakes.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Seriously,” she whispered, the smile dropping from her face. “Thank you.”
Leaning down to kiss her because she suddenly looked so gorgeous in that moment she took his breath away, Derek nodded. “You’re welcome.” Pulling back before he could get distracted, he gently pushed her toward the fridge. “Pour us some wine. I plan on getting you good and liquored up so I can have my way with you.”
Meredith smirked, looking over her shoulder at him with a naughty wink as she pulled open the fridge and pulled out the first of three bottles of Pinot. When it came to wine, she was a cheap drunk. But Derek was a man so he’d probably need more. “You know you don’t have to try that hard.” She turned back to face him, smiled easily.
He shrugged. “I know. But this is still nice.” He turned off the stove, turned and moved to the cabinet where the plates were. She loved how he knew his way around her kitchen. He was at home here. He belonged here, with her. It felt cozier, safer, happier with him there.
“It is nice,” Meredith agreed as she poured them each very large classes of vino. She watched him easily, almost effortlessly, place the salmon, then a scoopful of rice, and finally a few sprigs of asparagus onto her plate, and then prepared his. And she thoroughly enjoyed watching him sprinkle a little fresh thyme and parsley on their food. Followed by a quick turn from the pepper grinder, and he was whistling to himself and gliding over the table to put the plates in their perspective places. And whipping out a lighter, quickly lit the candles.
Meredith felt her heart do that swelling thing again as she watched him carefully, lovingly, finish the preparations for their dinner. He was soo going to have his way with her tonight. And she was absolutely going to let him. The realization that, no matter what, her life was really, and truly, majorly good nearly blew her mind. She was rushing over to Derek, grabbing his hand, turning him to face her before she even realized it. And pulling him down for a hot, hungry, feisty kiss.
“Wow,” Derek gasped when she finally pulled back to rest her forehead against his and look breathlessly into his eyes. “I should cook for you more often.”
She giggled, that amazing Meredith giggle that tied his stomach up in knots. “I like the sound of that.” And her smile, the way her eyes light up and crinkled at the corners. The way her hair smelled. The way her skin felt. The way she fit perfectly into his arms. It didn’t get any better than this.
“Lets eat!” Meredith exclaimed, clapping her hands together with excitement. “I’m starving!”
~
Two and a half hours and bottles of wine later, Meredith - and Derek - were trashed and lounging on the sofa lazily in front of a loudly crackling fire.
“Did I tell you that dinner was good?” Meredith asked, her back against Derek’s chest, his arms locked tight around her from behind, their fingers laced together against her stomach.
Derek giggled, and the sound of it made her giggle. He was such a cute drunk. “About ten times, Meredith.” He kissed her hair, nuzzling it with his nose. “You smell good.”
She chuckled, burped, and covered her mouth. “You’ve said that already. Like, ten times.”
Derek shrugged, snuggling closer to her. He had managed to start the fire despite his inebriation, and the room was dark except for the flames. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he had felt happier, more content, more alive, more satisfied than at this very moment. He couldn’t even remember what his life was like before he met Meredith. He didn’t want to try. “It’s true,” he murmured, reigning kisses from her hair down to her neck.
Moaning, Meredith moved her head to the side to give him better access. “This is nice,” she sighed, leaning back more in his arms, trying to get as close to him as possible.
“It is,” he whispered, his mouth busy tickling her throat. “Do you feel better?”
“McDreamy made me dinner, how could I not?” Her eyes slid closed slowly and she resisted thee urge to purr when he tickled her earlobe with his tongue.
Derek’s lips stilled their playful assault on her skin. “McWho?” He brought his head up to look at her.
Meredith’s eyes popped open and she burst out laughing, her body shaking in his arms as convulsions of complete hysteria over took her body. She was so drunk she hadn’t even thought a second about it. Had she really never told Derek her special nickname for him? “McDreamy. That’s you.”
“McDreamy?”
Turning, kissing his cheek, she nodded. “You know - McDreamy. The man of my dreams. The fairy tale. The knight in shining - whatever. You’re it. You’re him, for me. McDreamy.” She knew he probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning, which was okay. Because she was too drunk to be able to rationally think about how she felt about him knowing her nickname - everyone’s nickname - for him.
He was quiet for several moments, while he thought it over. His arms were still tight around her, but his lips had stalled on her neck and she felt cold. It was a weird nickname, sort of… corny. But cute. It was Meredith. She was everything.
“McDreamy, huh?” He chuckled, pulling her tighter against him so he could reach around and kiss her lips. “I’ll take it.”
They sat there in silence for several long minutes. Finally, Meredith couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Derek?”
“Yeah?” His fingers were slowly, teasingly, tracing circles over her stomach. She was breathless, nearly itchy from his feather light seductive touch.
“Can you have your way with me now?”
He laughed, and tightened his arms around her as he rushed to his feet. “I love the way you think.”
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Body aching, spirit breaking, Meredith sank down onto the bench in the locker room with a loud sigh.
Cristina, head buried in her messy locker, rose a brow, turning to look at her friend with interest. “Mer, you really gotta break out of this mood.”
Shooting her friend a fulminating look, Meredith mumbled nonsensically under her breath, pulling her hair back into a high, sloppy bun.
“You wanna go to Joe’s for a drink?” Cristina questioned as she slammed her locker shut and leaned up against it.
Mer smiled, almost sadly, and shook her head. “I’d love to but since we have the house to ourselves . . . Derek’s cooking me dinner.”
Brows raising again, Cristina grinned as she slid onto the bench with her friend. “Yeah? Burke cooks, its sexy. I usually give him sex afterwards. Well, I’d give him sex anyway, but him cooking really turns me on. Where’s Izzie?” She looked around as if she’d just noticed their tall blonde friend wasn’t present.
“She’s swamped at the clinic. Finally got some patients, and now its overloaded. So she’s on duty tonight.”
“Yeah? What’s McDreamy cooking?”
Shrugging noncommittally, Meredith mumbled, “I dunno. He won’t tell me. It’s a ‘surprise’.” The look on her face had Cristina wondering.
“Why are you doing this, Meredith?”
She whipped her head up quickly, staring Cristina down, eye-to-eye. “Doing what?”
“McDreamy is cooking for you and you’re radiating with resentment.”
Meredith opened her mouth to protest, closed it, then opened it again. “I’m not - I just - he’s trying to take care of me.”
“Because your mother was a complete bitch and made you feel bad about yourself for about the billionth time?”
Frowning, she nodded. “Basically.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Cristina!”
“I’m just saying. You finally have what you want, Meredith. McDreamy. Being all McDreamy, cooking you dinner to make you feel better. You are really going to let what your mother said screw that up?”
Cristina was right and she knew it. Derek was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and he made her blissfully, blindly, insanely happy. She loved him more than anything ever. And up until a few days ago, before her mother’s lucidity, she had been able to be content, just living in that state of joy. But now, Ellis, being all Ellis, had gotten under her skin, made her feel five years old again, being yelled at for playing too loudly while her mother tried to sleep following hours and hours of surgery. Or for getting suspended from school for fighting. Or for taking time off after college to go to Europe instead of medical school. Ellis had made her doubt herself at her significant or insignificant turn in Meredith’s life.
Just then, the door to the locker room slid open and there he was, Derek, standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. He looked so handsome she felt faint and dizzy and in awe that he was finally all hers. And he was going to cook her dinner. Her heart swelled with love as she realized that the prospects for a good night really were very high. “You ready?” He asked, slinging his briefcase over his shoulder casually.
Looking at Cristina, narrowing her eyes at her friend’s stern look that screamed Don’t be Stupid, Meredith (or, maybe, Don’t be Stupid Meredith), Meredith smiled as she brought her eyes back to Derek’s. “Yeah.” She stood up, slid her coat over her shoulders and grabbed her bag all in one motion. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Closing the space between she and her boyfriend, she turned over her shoulder to smile at Cristina. “Rain check on those drinks, k?”
Cristina nodded, grinned. “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And promptly rolled her eyes once they turned their backs.
Taking Derek’s outstretched hand, she reached up to kiss him quickly as she passed him in the doorway. His free hand possessively, protectively bracketed her hip as he rubbed his nose against hers, smiled down into her eyes. “You okay?”
Love. That’s what she saw when she looked into his face. It overwhelmed her. “I am now.”
~
She seemed better, Derek observed, watching her carefully as they drove home to her place. Her color was better, and she was smiling a little bit more. Her shoulders were less tense. And she was talking to him. That was good.
“It’s so weird without George there anymore,” she sighed as they turned onto the highway to take the drive the two exits to her house.
“Yeah, he and Callie . . . kind of soon, huh?”
Meredith shrugged, “Yeah but . . . he seems happy, I guess. He loves her, I think.” Then she laughed. And it sounded so beautiful, so free, and it was something he had missed so much over the last few days he laughed too.
“What’s so funny?”
“That! Everything! I mean, George is married! To Callie!” Turning to look at his profile, she smiled in spite of herself. “A lot can change in a year, huh?”
Derek turned, locked eyes on her, winked. “Yeah.”
That wink did something to her. It filled her with excitement. She and Derek were really together. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to make sure it was all real and not some terrible dream. He was cooking for her. He had never cooked for her before. All he would let her do was provide the wine. And he had made it clear there was to be lots of wine.
“What are you making me?” She asked as they got off the highway and turned left toward the house.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Did you catch it?”
Derek laughed at the intrigue on her face. “No, not this time. But you wouldn’t mind? If I caught a fish and cooked it for us?”
“Of course not! Well, it depends on what kind of fish it is, but I’m open. You know, you could even take me fishing with you.”
Now he was really amazed. “You would actually go fishing with me?”
Meredith gasped, rose a brow. “Why are you surprised by that? I am a surgeon! I cut people open for a living! I helped Finn birth a horse! I can certainly stick a stupid worm on a stupid hook and-”
“Okay, that’s not how its done. Well, not my kind of fishing anyway.”
She giggled at his sudden pretentiousness. “Oh, right. Excuse me. I stand corrected. Flies, right? Fly-fishing.”
Derek grinned as he turned onto her street. “That’s right.”
“Well, so whatever, I can put some flies on a hook. But I want to go with you, Derek. Seriously.”
He pulled into her driveway, shut off the car, turned and looked deeply into her eyes. “Why?”
She rolled her eyes as if it were the stupidest, simplest thing ever. “Because its important to you.”
The expression that came over his face was one of surprise, amazement, and finally, complete adoration. He leaned in, cupped her chin in his hands and kissed her, sweetly, softly, taking his fill, not pulling back until they were both good and satisfied.
“What was that for?” She whispered, her throat dry and raspy as she gazed into blue eyes darkened with intensity.
“I just . . . I had to kiss you.” He rubbed his thumb along her cheeks before slowly pulling back, yanking the keys from the ignition and gesturing to the house. “Come on, let’s go!”
~
When Meredith finished her shower, pulled on a pair of Derek’s pajama bottoms and her eternally reliable Dartmouth T-shirt, she followed her nose back down to the kitchen. And stopped dead in the doorway as she took in the sight before her.
There was her boyfriend, standing over the stove, hair in his eyes, sleeves rolled up, a dish rag hanging haphazardly over his shoulder. He was basting what looked to be some sort of pink meat - by the smell, Meredith deduced it was salmon. She grinned, her eyes moving over to the cutting board beside the stove, piled high with chopped onions and what looked like - and smelled like - thyme. And maybe some parsley. The table was already set, from a tablecloth right down to two long tapers that had yet to be lit.
Her heart filled, nearly exploded. Cristina was right. How could she have even thought of letting her mother’s hurtful words ruin this?
“Hey,” she whispered, attempting to fluff her wet hair as she slithered into the room. Derek looked up, his eyes brightening when he saw her, and he smiled. “Hey, beautiful. Come here.”
She ignored the tingle in her belly at the look in his eyes. She felt schlumpy wearing huge sweats and still he thought she was beautiful. Moving towards him, she was anxious to get a peek at the goods on the stove.
The sight of wild rice had her raising her eyes in surprise. And - asparagus?
“You have really outdone yourself,” Meredith whispered in awe as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He kissed her forehead, then moaned, rubbing his lips against her ear. “Mmm. You smell good.”
“So does the food,” Mer smiled, kissed his lips quickly, and gestured to the pots. “Explain.”
Derek laughed. “Smoked salmon, wild rice and asparagus. With the pinot noir you bought.”
She nodded, giggling. “Right. Naturally, leave the booze up to me. But its not like I can cook so . . .”
He smiled while silently studying her. “So sounds good to you?”
“Doesn’t just sound good, looks good.” She smacked her lips, dipping her finger into the pan with the salmon to taste the sauce. “Mmm… delicious.” She looked up at him, her big blue eyes locking on his. “I am so lucky to have someone to cook for me.” Grinning, she took another taste of sauce. “Izzie just bakes.”
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Seriously,” she whispered, the smile dropping from her face. “Thank you.”
Leaning down to kiss her because she suddenly looked so gorgeous in that moment she took his breath away, Derek nodded. “You’re welcome.” Pulling back before he could get distracted, he gently pushed her toward the fridge. “Pour us some wine. I plan on getting you good and liquored up so I can have my way with you.”
Meredith smirked, looking over her shoulder at him with a naughty wink as she pulled open the fridge and pulled out the first of three bottles of Pinot. When it came to wine, she was a cheap drunk. But Derek was a man so he’d probably need more. “You know you don’t have to try that hard.” She turned back to face him, smiled easily.
He shrugged. “I know. But this is still nice.” He turned off the stove, turned and moved to the cabinet where the plates were. She loved how he knew his way around her kitchen. He was at home here. He belonged here, with her. It felt cozier, safer, happier with him there.
“It is nice,” Meredith agreed as she poured them each very large classes of vino. She watched him easily, almost effortlessly, place the salmon, then a scoopful of rice, and finally a few sprigs of asparagus onto her plate, and then prepared his. And she thoroughly enjoyed watching him sprinkle a little fresh thyme and parsley on their food. Followed by a quick turn from the pepper grinder, and he was whistling to himself and gliding over the table to put the plates in their perspective places. And whipping out a lighter, quickly lit the candles.
Meredith felt her heart do that swelling thing again as she watched him carefully, lovingly, finish the preparations for their dinner. He was soo going to have his way with her tonight. And she was absolutely going to let him. The realization that, no matter what, her life was really, and truly, majorly good nearly blew her mind. She was rushing over to Derek, grabbing his hand, turning him to face her before she even realized it. And pulling him down for a hot, hungry, feisty kiss.
“Wow,” Derek gasped when she finally pulled back to rest her forehead against his and look breathlessly into his eyes. “I should cook for you more often.”
She giggled, that amazing Meredith giggle that tied his stomach up in knots. “I like the sound of that.” And her smile, the way her eyes light up and crinkled at the corners. The way her hair smelled. The way her skin felt. The way she fit perfectly into his arms. It didn’t get any better than this.
“Lets eat!” Meredith exclaimed, clapping her hands together with excitement. “I’m starving!”
~
Two and a half hours and bottles of wine later, Meredith - and Derek - were trashed and lounging on the sofa lazily in front of a loudly crackling fire.
“Did I tell you that dinner was good?” Meredith asked, her back against Derek’s chest, his arms locked tight around her from behind, their fingers laced together against her stomach.
Derek giggled, and the sound of it made her giggle. He was such a cute drunk. “About ten times, Meredith.” He kissed her hair, nuzzling it with his nose. “You smell good.”
She chuckled, burped, and covered her mouth. “You’ve said that already. Like, ten times.”
Derek shrugged, snuggling closer to her. He had managed to start the fire despite his inebriation, and the room was dark except for the flames. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he had felt happier, more content, more alive, more satisfied than at this very moment. He couldn’t even remember what his life was like before he met Meredith. He didn’t want to try. “It’s true,” he murmured, reigning kisses from her hair down to her neck.
Moaning, Meredith moved her head to the side to give him better access. “This is nice,” she sighed, leaning back more in his arms, trying to get as close to him as possible.
“It is,” he whispered, his mouth busy tickling her throat. “Do you feel better?”
“McDreamy made me dinner, how could I not?” Her eyes slid closed slowly and she resisted thee urge to purr when he tickled her earlobe with his tongue.
Derek’s lips stilled their playful assault on her skin. “McWho?” He brought his head up to look at her.
Meredith’s eyes popped open and she burst out laughing, her body shaking in his arms as convulsions of complete hysteria over took her body. She was so drunk she hadn’t even thought a second about it. Had she really never told Derek her special nickname for him? “McDreamy. That’s you.”
“McDreamy?”
Turning, kissing his cheek, she nodded. “You know - McDreamy. The man of my dreams. The fairy tale. The knight in shining - whatever. You’re it. You’re him, for me. McDreamy.” She knew he probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning, which was okay. Because she was too drunk to be able to rationally think about how she felt about him knowing her nickname - everyone’s nickname - for him.
He was quiet for several moments, while he thought it over. His arms were still tight around her, but his lips had stalled on her neck and she felt cold. It was a weird nickname, sort of… corny. But cute. It was Meredith. She was everything.
“McDreamy, huh?” He chuckled, pulling her tighter against him so he could reach around and kiss her lips. “I’ll take it.”
They sat there in silence for several long minutes. Finally, Meredith couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Derek?”
“Yeah?” His fingers were slowly, teasingly, tracing circles over her stomach. She was breathless, nearly itchy from his feather light seductive touch.
“Can you have your way with me now?”
He laughed, and tightened his arms around her as he rushed to his feet. “I love the way you think.”