My world

28.

Derek.

"So, have you started masturbating yet?" Mark says as he walks through the front door.

"You really came over for this conversation?" I say as I close the door behind him and we walk into the living room.

"Last time we spoke you had no sex life and never got off and now I have to hear it from your sister that you have a girlfriend," he says looking at me with a disappointed look.

"I didn't want to say anything until it got serious," I say. "And?" He says. "And I fell in love with her," I smile.

"She better love you back or else this is going to be very depressing," he sighs sitting down on the couch.

"She does," I say sitting down as well. "So who is she?" He says. "The model, Meredith," I say.

"You're dating a model...? I've never been prouder," he grins. I chuckle.

"So, how is she in bed?" He asks. "I don't know, we're taking it slow," I say. "Slow? I've been away for almost six months and you still haven't got laid?!" He exclaims.

I say nothing. "Have you at least seen her naked?" He says. "Yes, many times," I say.

"But no sex?" He says. "No," I say. "So she's a tease," he says.

"She enjoys it, yes," I smile. "Have you given her pleasure?" He says. "Yes," I say. "Has she given you pleasure?" He says. "Yes," I say.

"But no sex?" He says. "No," I say. "Why not? What's the hold-up? Does she have a defective vagina or something?" He says.

"What? No!" I say. "She has a rough history when it comes to relationships and she wants to take it slow, and I'm fine with it," I say.

"Why?" He says. "Because I love her and I'm not going to pressure her into anything she isn't ready for," I say.

"So you found someone who wants all the crap you want? Marriage, kids, all that crap?" He says.

"Yeah, jealous?" I grin. "Nope, I screwed at least thirty women while I was in Italy so I actually got laid, unlike you," he says.

"That's sad. You really enjoy having sex with a different body every day?" I say.

"Yes, how do you not?" He says. "Because I don't just let anybody see me naked," I say. "I like it to mean something," I say.

"Do you have a defective penis, and does she know because if you do she can come to me and I'll take care of it. My penis is not defective," he smirks.

"Shut up, it's not defective. I'm just waiting until she's ready," I say.

"Did she go down on you?" He asks. "She's not ready to have my dick inside her but you think she's ready to have it down her throat? Your mind works in horrible ways," I say.

"So, where is she now?" He says. "She's working, but she'll be done soon and when she is she'll come back here," I say.

"I noticed it smelled like flowers in here when I walked in. Does she live with you or something?" He says.

"Yeah, her place got robbed not long ago and she's been living here ever since... she's talking about going back to her place but..." I say.

"But you don't want her to leave? Usually, I have to get them to leave but you have to beg yours to stay, isn't that something," he says.

"You sound miserable, why don't you settle down with one person and see how that goes, maybe it'll be better than sleeping around and catching STDS," I say.

"That's not possible," I say. After some time when we're talking about work, we hear the front door open.

I turn to see Meredith is home. "Don't do or say anything stupid," I say.

"Then what am I good for? Now I can tell her the frog story," he grins. "Shut up," I say.

"Derek, I think someone robbed your car, the windows are broken," she says as she walks over to me.

She kissed my lips before she hands her coat up on the coat rack.

"What?" I say standing up. "I saw that too, I thought you were trying a new look," Mark says.

"And the tires are slashed, who did you piss off?" Meredith says as I look out the window.

"Some asshole," I say taking out my phone. "Looks like he thinks you're the asshole," she giggles. I glare at her.

"I beat the crap out of him because he beat the crap out of his wife and kids so I thought I'd show him how it felt," I say making some calls.

"Remind me to never let you meet my ex," she says before going into the kitchen.

"Who's her ex?" Mark asks. "Some abusive bastard," I say.

"Who are you calling?" He says. "Alessandro to find the asshole who did this," I say.

"Are you going to pull a 'Derek Shepherd'?" He says. "No, what is that?" I ask.

"It's what we call it when something happens and you go all out and torture the poor bastard until he's begging for his mother and then you beat them senselessly and then when we're going to bring them back then end up dying from internal bleeding and then we just dump them in a swamp, even over the smallest things like broken windows and slashed tires which we both know you can afford to fix," he says.

"Shut up, that's not true," I say. "I guess only time will tell what you'll do the guy," he says.

"Shut up, I'm not killing anyone," I say. Meredith walks into the room. "You kill people? I thought that was your dad," she says as she sits down on the couch.

"They both do," Mark says: "you look familiar, I don't know from where but you look familiar," she says.

"You've never met him," I say as Alessandro picks up.

"I was the one who asked your friend to give you his number," he says. "Mark Sloan," he puts out his hand.

"Meredith Grey," she shakes his hand. I finish the phone call and turn my phone off.

"So are you going to kill him?" Mark says as I sit down next to Meredith.

"No, just make sure he doesn't try anything else," I say pulling Meredith against me.

"So you're going to kill him," he smiles. I glare at him in return.

"Meredith, had Derek ever told you the frog story?" Mark says. "Mark, shut up," I say.

"No, what does that mean?" She says. "Nothing, it's a boring story," I say kissing her head.

"It's a great story from when Derek and I were children," he says. I roll my eyes as he starts telling the story.

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