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Meredith did not want her first date with Derek to end. The music festival had ended, they had danced a lot, there had even been a ton of kissing and touching. It had been amazing and as she drove away from the park, she didn't want to take him back to his mom's house. She didn't want tonight to end. Tonight ending sounded horrific. She knew it had to end eventually, she rationally knew that. She had to work in the morning and he probably needed to do things. And she was new to the dating thing but she was pretty sure that generally they came to an end at some point. But she also had a distinct feeling that the second she said goodbye to Derek, she'd miss him desperately.

Which was lame. She knew it sounded lame and she hated that she was being so stupid and lame about it. But she really couldn't imagine her life without Derek now. He was amazing and made her laugh and made her feel...she wasn't even sure. But her stomach was doing that flippy thing it had done the first time she had seen him. She really had no idea what the flippy thing was but Maggie had definitely made it sound like a good thing, like that was how a guy was supposed to make you feel. So she figured that was a good thing but it made dropping Derek off really hard. But she wasn't going to say anything, that seemed lame or something.

It was still early, she didn't think anyone actually went to bed at ten-thirty, and they could just...relax together. She was going to be busy at work over the next couple of days and she had no idea how much she'd be able to see him. So they could relax. She took a deep breath and looked over at him, taking in the way he was rubbing his thigh. He was in a lot of pain. He definitely had pushed himself hard today. She had told him a million times she really didn't mind if they just sat but he had been determined that she was going to have fun and hadn't sat nearly as much as they should have. So now he was paying for it and probably could really use a massage so he wouldn't feel like hell in the morning.

"Does your leg hurt?" she murmured softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel to massage his thigh.

"A little, yeah."

"And your back?"

"It hurts."

"Okay," she nodded carefully. "We um...if you want...coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. At my place," she nodded. "We can drink coffee and I can massage your back."

"That sounds good," he nodded.

"And I do mean just for coffee," she said quickly. "I'm not...I know on movies they say that means sexy, dirty, porny things but I don't mean that. I just mean coffee. Drinking coffee."

"Okay," he laughed.

"I mean it, Derek. No matter how amazing you might be in bed...I just...I'm serious."

"I know, Mer. We're taking it slow."

"Okay," she nodded firmly.

"So we'll just talk," he smiled.

"Exactly," Meredith smiled. "I like talking to you."

"I like talking to you too."

"Good," she smiled softly.

"So I'm happy to spend some more time talking."

"Not tired of me yet?"

"Not at all," he breathed.

"Good."

"And I assume you're not tired of me," he smirked.

"Not yet," she giggled.

"Oh good," he laughed.

"We'll see how coffee works," she teased.

"I'm sure you won't get sick of me."