Don't mess with the Grey.

Chapter 8

Important for later chapters: I wrote at the beginning of the story that Mer and Addie are of the same age. That's not exactly accurate. They attended college and med school together but Addison is a couple of years older.

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Meredith looked around her living room disorientated. Something wasn't right in this picture. It wasn't the fact that she was naked. It wasn't even the bare body of her hateful subordinate on the floor or that they had hot dirty sex all night long. She could live with that, oh, she could.

The odd and extremely worrying element was that she'd like to pick where they left off. And that would virtually mean that her plan... backfired on her. She sat up feeling overwhelming panic. The little tryst (okay, maybe not so little) she allowed herself (well, more like took reign of her) was supposed to be a vent for the violent lust she held for the raven-haired surgeon, not a catalyst. But somehow all she desired right now was his big thick... NO!

This madness had to end this instant! Derek Shepherd had to get the hell out of here precisely because... she wanted him to stay. She slapped herself on the forehead with the hope for some kind of illumination and her eyes rested on the clock. Holy mother fucker! She was going to be late!

She grabbed a stray quilt, carefully covering her naked body and with a briefest hesitation threw a cushion on Derek Shepherd's appetizing butt earning an inarticulate grunt.

"Get up!" she ordered, scanning the room in search for his clothes.

"Why don't you get down here so we can finish where we left off?" he muttered sleepily.

Meredith tried to replay the sequence of the previous night's events, which proved a grueling task. Shepherd apparently fucked her brains out. She bolted to the hall and picked up the crumpled mass of their clothes and tossed at him the items of his clothing.

"Get dressed!" she gritted out. "You need to go!"

"What?" he asked trying to wake up his brain. The last night left him equally awestruck as his host was. "This is..." he chuckled holding out a lacy bra that tangled in his shirt.

"Humiliating on so many levels," groaned Meredith. "Which part of you need to go you don't understand? Get your ass off my floor!"

"Seriously..." he muttered.

"Seriously, look what time it is," she shrieked. "I'm going to be late for work. Addison's shift is over, she's going to be here any minute."

"You live with Addison Montgomery?" asked Derek, surprised.

"It's really none of your business! Take your stuff and leave!"

"What? Don't you think we should talk about it?" he frowned buttoning his shirt.

"No, I don't think so," she shook her head. "There is nothing to talk about."

"Are you throwing me out?" he asked trying to sound light.

"Finally, he's getting it!" stated Meredith sarcastically.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said irritably. "You're getting back to that attitude after what happened last night?"

"Nothing happened last night!" she argued. "Listen, I really don't have time for this shit. I've got to be at Grace in the next forty-five minutes!"

"I... fine!" spat Derek taking his coat and striding towards the door. He had to be at hospital soon himself. "We're not finished!"

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered shutting the door after him. She smelled trouble, Derek Shepherd was going to be handful, she could see it in his blue irises that turned stormy.