How It Happens - Merder Oneshots

I Can't (But I Want To)

A/N: I know I haven't posted in forever, but since these are just one shots I figure no one really missed me. Anyways, I had this one like almost ready for quite a while now and I know it's a really short one but I really tried and there isn't much more to it. It's set in 2x08 and shows what I imagine when I watch that scene. I hope you'll enjoy xx

The doors of the elevator opened, he didn't look up at first, but when he did he saw it was Meredith wanting to get on the elevator.

They had already met here several times today, but he wasn't in the mood for making any more jokes, so he just remained silent.

He was leaning in the back of the elevator while she was standing in the front, facing the doors.

"I miss you.", she said all of the sudden.

What was he supposed to do now? He had missed her, too. Of course he had. It had been so hard not being able to be with her these past few weeks.

Maybe he could just give in to his desire...just for a moment, he convinced himself as he stepped closer to her.

His nostrils caught the scent of lavender. He thought about how much he had missed the smell of her hair, how much he had missed her and as they were standing there his mind was starting to slowly wander of...

He began by extending an arm, touching her waist, slowly caressing it. He started kissing her neck and could feel her tense body relax.

Suddenly she turned around, pressing her lips onto his. What he felt was indescribable. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

The kiss started off so soft and innocent but quickly turned into something so intense and so full of passion that it felt like it was one of these kisses you'd only see in movies, where suddenly nothing else mattered anymore.

She ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scraping his scalp and sending shivers all the way down his spine. His right hand was still on her lower back while his left hand cupped her cheek and stroked her neck.

She'd had kissed him before in the elevator, a few days after they had first met, but this was different...better.

He pulled away about an inch to take a look at her, to drink in her beauty. She was as beautiful as ever, even with that weird Hello Kitty bandaid.

He only then managed to look into her eyes. The look in her eyes was full of love but so hurt.

And that was when it hit him. It was the imagination of her face that pulled him right back into reality. He couldn't bear the thought that it was his fault that she was hurting like that and that he was not able to make her pain go away.

"I can't", he mumbled as he walked by her and got off the elevator.

If she'd only known how much he wanted to.