Meredith Grey's VIPenis

7

Clean

"I had an accident." he explained lamely.

He looked up from where he was standing. She wasn't wearing any skirt or short dress. No heels or red lips. She had on a pair of comfortable black jeans. The kind that stuck to her legs like a second skin accentuating her ass, her long legs. Neither boney nor fat. They were a wonder, that was fior sure. The kind that you wanted over you shoulders as you'd eat her out, the kind that you wanted wrapped around your waist as you thrusted violently into.

She had on a white cotton t-shirt, a small hole on her right sleeve. It was carefree not hastle included, it showed off her small curves. It showed off her chest that chest currently bra-less. The pink of her nipple slightly visible the sheen of the fabric.

"Derek? Hello?" her hand waving infront of his face.

"Wha..what?"

"The floor, look at your floor. Did you decide to make yourself a personal wadding pool?" she asked gesturing the now rising level of water at their feets.

"Shit!" Snapping out of his daze he closed the washing machine before looking for a mop to clean up the water that was soaking his floor. His mop was rather low on the resistance scale but it had to do. With swift motions he brought them cleaning tool onto the floor soaking up some fo the water, but mostly just spreading the mess everywhere.

"Need help?" she asked trying to hide her amused smile.

"No, I've got it. Why don't you set up in the bedroom." he said distractidly motioning her to move over.

"Set up?"

"Battle ships. I said we were going to play a game."

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Battle Ship

Derek had found a way to get all the water mopped off from the floor and get his clothes actually clean without making a mess. Placing the wet cleaning instrument over to the side he decided to take off his wet pajama bottoms throwing them into the washing machine. As soon as he had gotten everything settled he made his way over to the bedroom ready to play battle ship.

He had gotten the game when he was in high school. He and Mark were rather obsessed with the game. When you mix competition with money, things started to get heated. They would throw yelling matches at each other, pull each other hair, call each other existant girlfriends and make up bad gossip usually containing the word 'tranvestite'.

That was the last time he played the game. He had to do some major damage control over that incident.

He had a feeling playing the long lost game would be more enjoyable.

Walking into the room he did not see the game set up, no markers, no boards. Nothing.

He stared at her giving her a questioning glance.

"Oh, you were serious about that?" she asked as she was sprawled on his bed naked, her legs wide open for him.

"Yeah." he answered.

"That's a little fifth grade, don't you think?" she relpied sitting up into an indian position.

"No', he defended, "It's actually quite fun."

"Derek, the only thing you do is move across the board using an alphanumeric map. That's not fun." she whined. "Lets have some sex."

He moved over to the bed sitting right next to her naked form while he was in his boxers and tshirt. Her skin smelt different today. Flowery with a hint of fruit. She smelt exotic and sensual. Her firm skin around her body shimmering in the light that peaked through his open window.