Doctor, Please...

Chapter 1

I had just gotten out of school and I was so nervous for tomorrow. Tomorrow is my first day at Seattle Grace Hospital. I had earned a position in an internship program to work under an attending physician. It was an amazing opportunity to be able to do this. And it was an absolute necessity that I am on time. But, I figured a few drinks couldn't hurt. I figured it would be symbolic if I went to the bar right across the street for a drink. I heard the door bell ding as I walked through. I sat down in a bar stool next to a sad looking man. He was very attractive, his hair was longer, and jet black. It reached his shoulders when it was unstyled, for sure. But his hair was styled, poofed up in the front and all of it was slicked back. He was a little older than me at my measley 23 years of age. He had to be at least 7 years older than me, as his eyes looked weathered, as if he has been through a lot. He looked at me and immediately knew what my situation was. 
"First day at a new job coming up?" He asked, staring down into a double shot of whiskey. I nodded and ordered two shots of tequila. 
"Yup, My first day is tomorrow." I said, excitedly. 
"I remember when it was my first day. I just moved my practice from New York to Seattle." He said. I smiled. 
"What made you come to Seattle?" I asked. His expression soured. 
"My traitorous wife. She slept with my best friend." He said. I frowned. I felt bad for the guy. I mean, he just uprooted his whole life. I felt connected with him. 
"Oh, well my mom has early onset alzheimer's. She used to work around here and I am here to carry on her work." I said. I didn't really want to tell him who and what my mom was. And I definitely didn't want him to know what I was doing, until I was actually a surgeon. 
"So, what did your mom used to do?" He asked, with a smug grin. 
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said, smiling into the shot of tequila the bartender had just made me. 
"Well, yeah, I would. We gotta get to know each other." He said, laughing. His eyes caught the light at just the right angle which made them sparkle. I smiled at him. 
"Oh, I HAVE to get to know, you? You know you are very bossy." I said, giving him a flirty smile. He shook his head, with a huge grin. 
"Yeah, I'm somebody you gotta know to love." he said. 
"Oh, so you're implying that to know you is to love you." I asked, with a sarcastic tone. He knew I was intrigued already, he was dragging it on. 
"Well, Yes. So... how about I buy the next drink as long as you stay here and we get to know each other." I thought about it for a moment. 
"Why not, but for now you are just a guy in a bar." I said, blushing the whole time. 
"Ok, and you are just a girl in a bar." He said. I nodded and we continued to talk until about 11 pm. Our conversation would have continued if he hadn't said one small sentence. 
"Wanna get out of here?" He asked. I looked at him with my mouth open. I was going to say something else until he said that. You know what? Why shouldn't I sleep with this ridiculously attractive man. Post-Orgasm clarity is exactly what I need for tomorrow. 
"My place or yours?" I asked. He grinned. 
"Yours, I don't really have a permanent place yet." He said.  I was staying in my mom's old house. She was in assisted living, because with school and a new job, I didn't have time to take care of my mom. As we left the bar a question popped into mind. 
"So where are you staying then?" He pushed me out the door and I had to jog a little to keep up with him. I walked here but he had offered to drive. 
"I have a big plot of land and an itty bitty trailer. Not sexy, huh?" I grinned. 
"Well, Its not, NOT sexy..." I said, trying to hold back laughter. He smiled at me over the top of the car. As we got in, I had another probably more important question. 
"Hey, are you sure you are okay to drive, uh, also I don't even know your name" 
"Derek Shepherd. I am great to drive. Whats your name?" 
"Wynter Dean." I said. We laughed and joked the whole way to my house, only stopping to give directions. When we got to the front porch I unlocked my door, but before I could turn around I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I smiled and opened the door. We walked in and he didn't let go. He continued on to kiss my neck leaving love bites and bite marks on my neck. I moaned as his hand swept under my shirt and lifted it over my head. 
"God, you are beautiful," He said turning me around. His hands wandered over my butt and down my thighs, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his lips found mine, moving gently at first, but claiming more of my mouth as he got hungrier. 
"Where is your couch?" He said in a very serious tone, but I started giggling. 
"Over there." I pointed and he walked over there, dropping me on to the black sofa. There was a large blanket draped over the back of it and he pulled it down and laid it on the floor. Then another on the chair in the corner. I got up and grabbed that one. He unhooked my bra from behind. I shrieked and wrapped the blanket around my self. He turned me around by my hips. 
"Nuh-uh, don't be shy," He said pulling the blanket away slowly. I looked down at my feet. 
"Oh my, god. Why are you even into me?" He asked, grabbing my waist with both arms and pulling me in for another kiss. While we kissed, we slowly descended to our knees. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and efficiently. He jerked his pants off and I glanced down at his member. 
Oh. My. God. This man is hung. Whoever his wife was, made a grave mistake. He grinned at me and bit my lip. 
"Your turn." He pulled my knees out from under me, and pulled my pants off gently, but quick. He shook his head a little.
"Perfect." I'm pretty sure is what I heard come out of his mouth. He slowly pushed himself into me biting my neck as he did. I moaned loudly and a groan of pleasure escaped his lips as well. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before. And before I knew it, an orgasm racked my small frame. And another. And another. He didn't stop, until the fifth one. The best sex I have ever had in my life. We both passed out right there. Must have been good for him too. I didn't mean for him to sleep over. It just kinda...happened.