Irresistible?

Part 1.

"I could too!" insisted Derek, turning to look at his wife with a pout. His cobalt eyes twinkled devilishly at her, challenging her to refute. Behind them, through the automatic glass doors, the gray skies of Seattle threatened to spill a river of precipitation over the city.

"No way," attested Meredith, shaking her head.

"I could! I wouldn't want to, but I could."

"Derek, you couldn't last days without sex let alone two weeks. You're insatiable," she smirked, bumping her shoulder against his.

"So are you. You can't resist me," he said cockily, leaning over to kiss the side of her head.

"I totally could," frowned Meredith, brushing a stray lock of golden hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"Sure, believe what you want."

"Contrary to your belief, I don't need sex," she said, smirking at him. "You, on the other hand, do."

"You want to believe you don't need sex," he corrected her, brushing a hand over her golden tresses, lovingly.

"I don't," huffed Meredith.

"Want to put your money where your mouth is?" Derek challenged.

"What do you mean?"

"A bet," he proposed.

"What are the stakes?" questioned Meredith.

"Let's say... who ever lasts the longest without jumping the other person, wins," suggested Derek.

"What is the prize?"

Derek thought for a moment before smiling devilishly as they stepped into an empty elevator. "The loser has to be the winner's sex slave for a week," he adduced cheekily, pulling their pelvises together.

"I'm in," she grinned, stroking his face. "Having a sex slave will be fun. I've got some ideas racking up already."

"It will be fun, when I win," he smiled. "And I've got a few ideas of my own."

"Believe what you want," scoffed Meredith. "What are the rules?"

Derek shook his head. "No rules," he smiled evily. "Just who ever instigates any sort of sex, loses."

"Deal."

"Seal it with a kiss?" he grinned shamelessly. She nodded rolling to her tiptoes to press her lips to his. Meredith's arms snaked around his neck, deepening the kiss. He grabbed her waist roughly, pulling her small form against him tightly.

It was on.

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Who you think will win the bet?
Meredith or Derek?

❗️Disclaimer❗️
I didn't write this story full credit goes to "mcdreamydreamsofme" from the board "Surgical Language" site Tapatalk! And
Published 2010
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