If Im Not In Love

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Meredith wasn't feeling tired, she wasn't aching over her divorce and she didn't even feel somewhat down today. She had woken up alone in the bedroom after falling asleep before Derek had even made his way back from a night at work. Today, Mark and Lexie were coming over for a mini cookout and Meredith was in a great mood. Maybe it was the relief of knowing she wasn't in the wrong place, she was okay to be here. She wasn't waiting on another man to notice her. She was free, finally and for the first time in a week she was more then happy. She was really excited and now she just wanted Derek to know how great she felt. She wrapped the towel around her body as she stepped out of the shower. She looked in the foggy mirror, before opening the bathroom door and smiling as she leaned in the doorway. Derek was fixing the bed she had slept in and she thought to herself. He was sleeping in that bed tonight. "Hey."

"Hi..." Derek smiled, putting the pillows back at the head of the bed before turning around.

"Making the bed I see." She let a stand of her long wet hair fall forward,

"Mmm...you're a very...active sleeper." He laughed, pulling the comforter up over the pillows. "Are you planning on wearing that?"

"I could." She replied, stepping towards him.

"I wouldn't mind..." Derek breathed.

"Or...I could take it off..." She replied, her hands moving over the top of the towel.

"I...would like that too." He pulled her towards him.

"I thought you might." She bit her lip, pushing the blue towel down to her feet.

"I would have come and showered with you..."

"Why didn't you?" She pouted, before sliding a knee onto the bed.

"I...don't know." Derek breathed, sliding his hands up and down her sides.

"It's been a long week...we deserve a shower." She breathed, loving his hand over her bare skin.

"Hmm...tonight..."

"I'm naked..." She giggled.

"Whose stupid idea was it to have company?"

"That's not important." Meredith tried not to giggle. Lexie had spoken to her on the phone the night before and the idea of a small cookout seemed to be a good idea.

"Because right now...I can't remember how to cook." Derek smirked, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her.

"Oh no..." She breathed, her hands moving up his chest as he stood over the bed.

"Mmm..." He breathed, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

"Oh." She moaned, pulling him back onto the bed.

"Mer..." He groaned, taking his shirt off quickly.

"Yes..." She gasped, immediately pulling his lips onto hers.

"I want you..."

"I want you too." She breathed.

"Now." Derek almost demanded.

"Oh..." She reached her fingers down to his jeans. "Condom...now."

"Bedside table..." He gasped, reaching over as she removed his jeans.

"Tell me you're going to finally fuck me."

"I'm going to finally...finally fuck you."

"Finally." She gasped, sliding back underneath him.