med school roommates

chapter 54

"Mer" Derek makes little patterns on my bare chest as we lay naked in eachothers arms.

We're in his room. He's laid in bed and I'm laid between his legs, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Mer" he says again. I keep my eyes closed. I gasp, my eyes shooting open as he pinches my nipple. "Derek!" I elbow him hard.

He laughs. I giggle. "Don't do that" I slap him lightly. "Don't ignore me" he says.

"What do you want?" I giggle. "I don't want to go anywhere today" he says. "Me either" I grin, cuddling back into him. "Can we stay here all day?" He asks. "Yes" I nod.

"Until your therapy appointment" I say. He groans. "You have to go, der" I say. "I hate you" he says. "I hate you too" I snuggle my head into the crease of his neck.

He nibbles on my earlobe. "Get my ear out of your mouth" I turn to face him, playfully biting the air infront of him. He grins.

"Fine" he says. I grin. "I'll take your nose instead" he bites my nose playfully, making me giggle hysterically. "Stop biting me" I say. "Its fun" he says.

"That's what you do to entertain yourself? Bite your girlfriend? Can't you find something better to do?" I tease. "I can think of something better to do" he smirks, kissing me.

I pull away. "No, I'm not having sex with you again" I say. "Ever?" He raises his brow. I nod. "Why? What did I do?" He chuckles.

"My stomach still feels weird from before" I furrow my brows. "That's what it feels like after having your insides rearranged" he smirks.

"Don't flatter yourself" I tease. "Oh.. 12 inches not big enough for you?" He says sarcastically. "You are not 12 inches" I look at him. He raises his brow.

I pull his arms off of me, getting up. I Don't bother putting any clothes on, going into the living room. I go into the kitchen.

I walk back into the bedroom. I smirk, holding up a tape measure. He chuckles.

"Wow.. 13 inches" I say. He grins. "Told you it wasn't twelve though, so technically.. I win" I say. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

I giggle as he grabs me, pulling me into his arms. I put the tape measure on the bedside table. "Now Let's weigh your boobs" he says. I giggle, nudging him.

"Anyway.. my stomach does feel weird" I say. "Maybe your pregnant.. with mcbaby" he puts his hand on my stomach. "Don't even joke about that" I giggle. "But we'd have such cute babies" he teases.

"Oh yeah, that's just what we need.. loads of babies running around our apartment whilst we're trying to study to become surgeons" I say sarcastically. He chuckles.

"Anyway.. I have a plan and you're not going to ruin it with your stupid penis" I say. "You love my huge co-" he smirks. "Shut up" I giggle.

"Whats your plan?" He asks. "You know my plan.. its our plan" I say. "Huh?" He asks.

"First I'll finish med school.. start my internship.. get a boyfriend.. start residency.. move in together.. finish residency.. get married.. become an attending.. have kids" I say.

"You mean the plan you made when we were 12?" He asks. "Of course" I say. He chuckles. "You messed it up a bit but that's fine" I say. "..thanks?" He says. I giggle.

I look back at him. "But if the plan does end up changing.. I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing ever" I say. He smiles. He kisses me deeply. I put my hand on his cheek as our tongues dance.

We pull away slowly. "Does your stomach hurt?" He asks. "No, it feels.. tight" I say. "Sorry.. I was a little rough" he chuckles softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"I like it when you're rough" I smirk, moving my face closer to his, our noses brushing together. "I could tell" he smirks. I giggle. I push our lips together, kissing him passionately.

"We should get up.. we need to get ready" I say. "No" he wraps his arms tighter around me. "Yes" I say. "No" he says. "Yes" I say. "No" he says. "Well, I'm getting up" I say. "No" he says. "Yes" I giggle.

"Please, I dont want to go" he pushes his face into the crease of my neck. "I'm coming with you today, anyway.. I'll be there" I say.

"What if she asks about our sex life again?" He asks. I giggle. "Then you're in for a great disappointment" I tease.

He pushes me off of him, getting up. "No! I'm kidding, baby.. I'm kidding" I grab his hands before he can walk away.

I kneel infront of him on the bed as he stands infront of me. He glares at me. I grin.

"I'm so angry at you.. I dont wanna go anywhere with you today, maybe we should just stay home and argue instead" he says. "Oh.. is that right?" I raise my brow. "Yeah" he says.

"So, this isn't you trying to get out of going to therapy?" I giggle. "No" he rolls his eyes. I chuckle. "Derek" I say. "Fine" he groans. He pushes me back onto the bed, walking to his dresser. "asshole" I giggle, getting up.

"Mer, please.. I dont wanna go" he puts his hands on my waist, pushing his face into my shoulder. "Der" I whine. "Please" he whines.

I smirk, getting an idea. "Will you go if I give you a blowjob?" I grin. "Yes" he says immediately.

I giggle, putting my hands on his waist. I turn us around and push him down onto the bed. I undo his trousers. I bite my lip, tying my hair into a low bun. I kneel infront of him.