Meredith's POV:
Feeling light, I hop along to the beat playing lightly in the kitchen.
The aroma of pancakes fills my nose. I stand with a spatula in my hand, in Derek's dress shirt down to my mid-thigh. My fuzzy socks make it easy to glide around the kitchen floor.
I twist my feet and fling my arms around in rhythm with the music. I feel so free, so light.
The morning sun radiates through the room, making me beam in happiness. God this is so perfect! I think, as I again get lost in the song.
I am startled by another pair of feet hopping alongside my own. I glance up and grin at the man in front of me, he takes me by the hand and twirls me around.
I giggle in delight, while grabbing his hand, moving them back and forth, and twisting my hips.
He chuckles.
" What are you doing?"
I shrug and continue my dorky dance. Getting so caught up in the moment, I don't notice Derek has stopped dancing and is repeating my name.
" Mer. Mer, Meredith!"
I look up and shake my head, startled by his voice.
" The pancakes!!" He says.
I smile brightly then go back to making the pancakes. Not long after I feel his warm arms wrap around my waist and bare chest press against my back, as his chin rests on my shoulder.
I turn around and place a chaste kiss lightly on his lips, then spin around again, sprinkling chocolate chips across the gooey pancakes on the stove.
Surprisingly *not* Derek forcefully pull me around to face him. His lips greet mine, making me forget everything around me. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt and moves them up and down my sides and back, as his tongue twirls with mine in delight and hunger.
After a few minutes, we pull away.
" Meredith, you burned the pancakes," He chuckles.
Then turns and sits down, his lips tugging up into a playful smile that reaches his twinkling eyes.
A/N - hi, I hope y'all enjoyed this short one shot. This is one of my first attempts at writing fanfiction, so bear with me. Leave suggestions of what you guys want to see next!
