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Title: Isn't This The Whole Point Of Being Fashionably Late
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Meredith/Derek
Word Count: 403
Rating: R
Prompt: For the Meredith/Derek/cast porn battle.
Author's Note: I am a giant tease with this. And I don't care.
Summary: She's wearing his favorite tie.
She’s wearing his favorite tie. That’s what he notices first because it reminds him of teenage girls and eyeliner and that’s not really what he wants to be thinking about when he thinks about her. So he lets his eyes drift and that’s when he realizes that she’s also wearing his white dress shirt that he’s only been looking for since about ten minutes ago, and that is it. He knows this because the light that’s shining in through the window (why is that open again?) is illuminating her in a way that’s making that shirt very, very see through and there is nothing between the apparently thin fabric and her bare skin.
“Meredith,” he says, in that way where he doesn’t have anything else to say and expects her to take over from there. Judging from the mischievous smile, the way she’s moving her hips just so, she doesn’t have any problem at all taking charge.
“Looking for this?” It’s rhetorical of course because she’d heard him ask numerous times if she had any idea where his shirt was and she tugs on the end of the tie knotted loosely around her neck in a way that very much insists she has some other use for it that she’ll put into practice in the near future.
They have somewhere to be. More importantly, he should care that they have somewhere to be.
Derek’s having a hard time with that.
His fingers reach out to trace the hem of that shirt, noting that apparently she has also decided to forgo underwear as well. Kept the high heels though, if her sudden three-inch growth spurt is any indication.
“We - “ her finger presses against his lips - she’s in a mood that he is just not going to be able to get her out of until she gets what she wants and, again, he’s having a hard time minding that.
Her hands find his shoulders, firm grip, and she’s surprisingly strong when she wants to be (or maybe he wasn’t fighting that hard) because he ends up flat on his back on the bed, and she ends up straddling him, the only barrier between them his pants.
One more try, “We really should - “ but she grinds into him, against his hard-on, and that basically ends that.
He’s got to get those clothes off of her anyways - this way just comes with an added bonus.