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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 01:37 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: It is nearly Grey's Day. Yay! We don't own the show though so we could only wish to get an episode that would have the same rating as this update has. Definitely not good for virgin eyes. She was supposed to be cold. She had the distinct feeling they were supposed to be really cold. The champagne was cold, and it was cold out. It had actually snowed a little and it was cold. And she was naked. They were both naked. Completely naked. So they should probably be cold. Or freezing. Or some other word for cold. The point was, she was supposed to be really cold. She didn't actually feel all that cold though. She felt rather warm and toasty. She assumed it probably had something to do with the fact that Derek had grabbed every blanket from inside the house to cover them with. And it probably had something to do with being cuddled up in his arms. He tended to work well as a personal heater. And there was all that champagne she had already drank. So there was no cold. No cold at all. Just warm and nice and toasty. Whatever toasty meant. As when she thought about toast she thought about burnt crispyness coming from the toaster. Which was probably the point of saying toasty. When bread became toast it was warm. And she was now rambling in her head. Completely rambling in her head and she couldn't help but giggle. "What's funny?" Derek murmured, his warm breath swirling around her bare neck. "Toast," she giggled, cuddling closer to him, her arms wrapped around his naked torso. "Toast is funny?" he asked, laughing softly around the confusion in his voice. "I'm warm and toasty and toast is warm so I'm warm and warm," she giggled again. "Toast is warm," he chuckled, running a hand along her bare back. "Yep," she nodded, shivering slightly at his touch. "Sure you're not cold?" he asked. "I'm toast," she giggled, turning to kiss him. "You don't taste like toast," he laughed against her lips. "You taste like champagne," she grinned, licking his lips. "So do you," he smiled. "Which probably has something to do with the empty bottle we left inside." "Where's the other bottle?" she grinned widely. "At our feet," he laughed. "Oh," she laughed, bending down to look at the bottle. "I hope it's not toast." "It's not in the cocoon. It's snow." "Snow?" she giggled, trying to grab the bottle. "It's cold," he shrugged. "And you're going to hurt yourself." "It's ice cream," she nodded eagerly as his hands went down to her hips to steady her. "Are you hungry or something?" "Nope. Why?" "Toast...ice cream...all food." "Toast was because of warm and toasty," she giggled, finally reaching the bottle. "Toast is food so...keeping with the theme or whatever. Got it!" "Good job," he laughed. "Now get back here." "Can't." "Why?" "I'm stuck," she giggled again. "How did you get stuck?" "I think I'm drunk," she laughed. "I think I agree," he laughed, grabbing at her waist. "Come back." "Thank you, Derek," she smiled as he pulled her up, the champagne bottle in her hand. "What time is it?" "Don't know," he shrugged. "Look at the watch." "You look at the watch." "You're closer to it." "Fine," she sighed, pulling up his wrist and staring at it. "Um..." "Um?" "It's...um...." she frowned. "Hmmm..." "Mer..." he groaned, leaning over to look at it with her. "Fifteen minutes. I think." "I think so too," she nodded quickly. "Good. We didn't miss New Year's." "Meredith..." Derek rolled his eyes. "There's going to be fireworks over thereish." "Thereish?" she giggled. "Yes. Thereish. I'm a genius, I get to make up words." "Who said you were a genius?" "Everyone but you." "Everyone but you is stupid." "Mer, you're you," he laughed. "And Mark. Markie's never called me a genius." "You called him Markie," she giggled reaching out of their cocoon of blankets for their champagne glasses, trying to balance the bottle in her hands. "You have it?" he asked. "Have what?" she asked, chewing on her lip. "The bottle." "I don't know," she sighed. "You take it." "Okay," he nodded, grabbing it from her. "We need champagne for New Years," she nodded eagerly. "Lots of champagne. Everyone drinks champagne." "Mer...we have fifteen minutes," he laughed. "This bottle will last fifteen minutes." "You shoulda bought another bottle," she sighed, holding both of their glasses. "Okay...pour." "Pouring," he nodded, tipping the bottle slowly. "This was the best idea ever," she smiled widely. "Better than...better than a lot of things." "See...I'm a genius," he smiled proudly. "You just got lucky this time." "Yeah yeah," he laughed. "And me getting lucky is the plan for after the fireworks." "Definitely getting lucky," she giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. "Hmm..." he groaned softly. "I love you." "I love you too." "Good," he smiled widely. "Definitely good," she giggled. "This is the best New Years...ever." "What'd you do last year?" "Well...nothing." "Nothing?" Meredith frowned. "Hannah was at your mom's and you did nothing? Even I did something. Not this good something but something." "I had no one to do anything with," he sighed. "Yes, I know that sounds pathetic." "Very, very pathetic," she sighed sadly. "My pathetic boyfriend." "Hey...I'm doing something tonight," he protested. "That's because I'm here now." "And I thank God every day. Well...not really but in theory I do." "In theory?" she giggled. "Yes. In theory I thank God every day for you. In practice I just do it when you're being overly amazing." "When am I overly amazing?" she asked, resting back against him. "Lots and lots of times." "You sound like Hannah." "She is my kid." "She is," she nodded. "She's you...no, not tonight," he shook his head. "What?" Meredith giggled, reaching for the bottle to put it back on the ground. "Nothing," he sighed. "You don't want to hear it." "Don't be sad, Der," she sighed, bending over. "I'm not. Especially now that you're doing that." "I'm just bending over," she giggled. "Exactly," he smirked. "Oh," she giggled, feeling his growing erection under her. "You're porny." "Mer...we're sitting on our porch completely naked and slightly drunk, what do you expect?" "I'm porny too," she sighed. "And stuck again, I think." "Of course," he laughed, pulling her back as he looked quickly at his watch. "Eight minutes." "Eight minutes," she nodded, moving slightly over his erection, a small smile on her lips. "None of that for eight minutes," he groaned. "Why not?" "If we're doing that we'll miss it." "Fireworks are kinda hard to miss." "I could make you miss them." "Oh really?" "I could do it." "But I like fireworks." "In that case...no doing it. You can wait seven minutes." "Seven minutes," she nodded, resting back against him as he wrapped her back up in the cocoon. "2007 was a pretty amazing year," he sighed. "It really was," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. "Next year will be better," he murmured. "It will?" "Definitely." "I'll take your word on that," she giggled, curling up under the cocoon, his arms moving to wrap tightly around her. She definitely wasn't cold. She was completely toasty. And drunk. A little drunk. Which was okay. They were daughterless. Hannah was at Mrs. Shepherd's house, at the annual grandkids sleepover, so they were daughterless. And naked. And she was warm. She hadn't thought to ask Derek what was planned for New Years. She had assumed it would be a night of movies with Hannah, and then trying to keep her awake long enough to see the fireworks on tv. Or maybe going live or something. She hadn't expected to be daughterless and naked outside, curled in his arms as the minutes ticked by, feeling entirely warm. So it had been weird when he had left for an hour with Hannah and come back without his daughter and two bottles of champagne. Very weird. And even weirder when he had undressed her and carried her outside, the blankets already set up. Well, not weird. Nice. Really, really nice. And amazing. She was pretty sure she liked it. Actually...loved it. She loved it. And now she was entirely engulfed in his arms as they were about five minutes away from ringing in the new year. Together. She had never run in the New Year with someone other than some drunken friends before. Most of which she wouldn't even remember their names come morning. Last year had been with her old roommates. But this was entirely different and perfect. "How long?" she whispered, her fingers lightly playing with the white gold chain around her neck. "Four minutes," he murmured. "Hmm," she sighed, curling closer to him, sipping at her champagne. "Nearly there," he breathed. "Almost," she nodded against his chest as his fingers played in her hair. "This is amazing," he sighed. "Really amazing." "This should be a tradition." "Every year from now on?" "Usually what a tradition means." "Ass," she giggled, turning to kiss him. "How long?" "Two minutes," he sighed. "You're worse than Hannah." "How do you know how Hannah is?" she laughed. "She's at your mom's." "I can only assume as I know how she is every other time." "Isn't she always at your mom's?" "Yes, but other times...like Christmas morning." "Don't remind me," Meredith groaned. "Exactly," he laughed. "One minute." "One minute," she echoed, sitting up a little straighter, the blankets slipping off one of her shoulders. "They should be over there," he whispered, pointing toward the water as he pulled her tighter to him, pulling the blanket back up. "You've watched them before," she stated rather than asked. "Yeah," he nodded. "Here?" she breathed, holding his hand tightly. "Yep," he breathed. "The year right before Hannah was born." "Oh," she nodded, watching the water intently. "Soon?" "Very," he nodded. "Good," she murmured, jumping slightly as the first firework lit up the sky. He tightened his hold on her, pulling him closer to her as she watched the fireworks through the trees, the reflection bouncing off the water. "Happy New Year, Mer," he whispered. "Happy New Year, Der," she murmured back, her grasp on his hand tightening as he kissed her shoulder lightly. "I love you." "I love you too," she breathed, watching the fireworks intently, her eyes filling with tears for absolutely no good reason. She couldn't figure out why she felt like crying, because she definitely wasn't sad. She was stupid happy. Completely and entirely happy. Which was...she didn't think there had actually ever been a time she had been more happy. "Mer...you okay?" "I'm great," she nodded, wiping her eyes quickly. "You're crying," he frowned. "No I'm not," she shook her head. "I'm not...I'm just...toasty." "Mer...what?" "I really am good, Der," she sighed, kissing him. "Happy New Year." "Happy New Year," he echoed. "But why the tears?" "I blame the champagne," she giggled slightly. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" "I really honestly don't know, Der." "Okay," he nodded slowly. "I'm okay," she promised, resting her head against his shoulder as they watched the fireworks display. "Good," he whispered, his hand gently running through her hair. "Definitely a tradition," she whispered. "Definitely." "Good," she murmured, turning again to kiss him, gently at first and then slowly deepening it. "Hmmmm...." he groaned softly against her lips. "Fireworks are done." "They are," she nodded, shifting slightly as she ran her fingers over his bare chest. "Inside or stay out here?" he asked. "Stay out here," she breathed, taking the champagne glass from his hand and putting them down on the small table by the loveseat he had put on the porch. "Okay," he murmured, pulling her back to him and kissing her hard. "Der," she breathed against his lips as his hands moved up and down her sides, her breathing already quickening as he kissed her harder. "Meredith," he moaned, moving to kiss her neck. She moaned slightly as he sucked lightly on her neck, turning her so that she lay underneath him, his hands gently smoothing over her body. There was the smallest burst of cold air as the blankets slipped off of her, but his body heat worked to warm her, his lips moving down to her chest, his fingers tracing the chain around her neck as he kissed the skin between her breasts. "Mer..." he groaned, slipping his tongue underneath her breast before following the slope upward toward her nipple. He flicked it gently with his tongue, smiling to himself as she moaned loudly, before he took it into his mouth. "Oh god," she breathed, her breath coming out in a small puff of air as he swirled his tongue around the erect nipple. Her hips were already starting to move against him, the wet folds begging for him as he moved his hand down, rubbing her swollen clit gently. "Mer...my Mer," he murmured, bringing his mouth to hers again, kissing her gently as his body heat covered her, his hand staying to rub against her clit. "Der...god, Der," she moaned, her hips bucking against his fingers. "Fuck," he groaned softly as she bit softly at his lower lip. "Please," she murmured against his lips, her hand moving down to his erection, trying to guide him into her. "Mer...." he gasped, as he let her lead his body and he slipped inside her. "Derek," she moaned, her body arching to meet him as he moved slowly out of her before slipping into her again, his lips finding hers again. "Mer..." he whispered, pulling out of her again before slipping back in. "Oh..." "Oh god," she breathed, her fingers finding his curls as she pulled him down to kiss him, moving against him. His pace quickened as their hips met, both of them forgetting any pretense of a rhythm as she kissed him deeply. "Mer...Mer...." he gasped, his body trembling hard. "Derek!" she screamed softly against his lips as she shook, her body tightening beneath him. "Derek...Der..." "Mer..." he groaned loudly, his body pitching into hers. "Oh..." she breathed, trembling beneath him. "Derek...oh..." "Mer..." he murmured, his body tightening hard. "Come...Derek," she murmured, nibbling on his ear lobe as he thrust harder and faster into her. "Meredith," he gasped, pushing into her one last time as he released. He collapsed on top of her, still inside her as they panted together. Her fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck as he tried to breathe, as they both tried to come down. "Derek," she murmured. "Mer..." he whispered. "You okay?" she whispered, brushing a sweaty curl off his forehead. "Perfect...you?" "Same." "Happy New Year, Mer," he breathed. "Happy New Year," she echoed. "Stay like this for a bit?' "Definitely," she breathed. "Love you." "Love you too." Derek shifted, pulling Meredith into his arms again, letting her settle her head against his still slightly heaving chest. She smiled to herself as he ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the warmth that surrounded her. And right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be Here with you here with me Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy we would probably be now hunting down Ausilleo to kill him for giving us two opposite spoilers for the same episode. As apparently Mer and Der are going strong with the sex...and Derek is dating someone else. Very confuckling. Meredith sighed and looked at the paper in front of her, trying to ignore how uncomfortable her ass was on the chair that was far too small. Concentrating on the paper and lists were a better option. Lists were probably important for party planning. Not that she knew that for certain, she had never even considered planning a party for a nearly seven year old, but they seemed like a good idea. Hannah had been rambling for the past hour, her own piece of paper in front of her as she wrote random things down, wrote down all the words she apparently knew how to write. Meredith had the sneaking feeling this was going to be a huge party, a really huge party. Bigger than last year's, which definitely seemed insane. And she was planning it. She didn't even know how she had ended up being main party planner. She had figured Derek would do it. When they had first talked about it had seemed like a pretty safe assumption. And the next thing she knew the two of them were giving her the Shepherd eyes that she still wasn't quite sure how to say no to and now she was trying to plan the kind of party she had never had. "I don't know if I want Amanda at my party," Hannah sighed, picking up a purple crayon. "Why not?" Meredith asked. "Cause she didn't 'vite me to her party." "Oh," Meredith nodded. "But...you're inviting everyone. How will she feel?" "I don't know," Hannah shrugged. "Well you should invite her. Even if she didn't invite you...step up and be the bigger person, Han." "But she's bigger than me," Hannah frowned, drawing a heart on her paper. "It means you...don't do something mean just because she did," Meredith giggled. "Oh," Hannah nodded. "But she's mean. And I don't like her. She doesn't like me either." "Well...is there anyone else you don't want to invite? Or just her?" "Just her," Hannah nodded. "You should invite her than, even if she is mean...you're not. If you leave her out she'll have her feelings hurt and probably be more mean." "But she's really really mean," she groaned, starting to rock back and forth against the two back legs of the chair. "How is she mean?" Meredith asked. "She just is," Hannah shrugged, trying to balance on the chair, letting it fall forward before doing it again. "That's not a reason," Meredith sighed. "And be careful." "I'm careful," Hannah giggled, trying to balance her chair as she grabbed a blue crayon. "And I want a big cake. A really, really big cake. Jenny had a cake with her picture on it but I don't know...I think I want a cake with Barbie. Or ballet. But I want the biggest cake ever." "We'll have to see what we can do," Meredith giggled. "But I don't think we need the biggest cake ever." "Why not?" Hannah asked, letting the chair fall forward again. "I'm 'viting my whole class. And everyone likes cake a lot. And ice cream. We gots to have lots and lots and lots of ice cream." "We will," Meredith nodded. "And we'll get a big cake but the biggest cake ever is probably pretty big." "Bigger than me?" "Probably." "Wow," Hannah breathed, putting her crayon down and grabbing the edge of the table as she rocked back in her chair again. "Can we have pizza at my party?" "We can," Meredith sighed. "Hannah, can you stop doing that?" "Why?" "It's not safe. You could fall and really hurt yourself." "Okay," Hannah shrugged, letting the chair fall forward. "And we gots to have games. Lots and lots of games. Sam had a bouncing moon. I want a bouncing moon but I don't know cause it's gonna be cold and it might snow. But I really, really want a bouncing moon." "I think it will be too cold for that," Meredith agreed. "Maybe when it's warm again we can have a big summer party for your friends and you can have one then." "Really?" Hannah grinned as Derek walked in with a couple plates of sandwiches. "Daddy, Meredith says I can have a bouncing moon in the summer." "She does?" Derek raised his eye brows at Meredith. "Yeah," Hannah grinned, grabbing a sandwich in one hand as she grabbed the table with the other, rocking back and forth again. "Cause it's too cold to have a bouncing moon at my party and it might snow." "Well that's true," Derek nodded, slipping into one of the small chairs and handed Meredith a sandwhich. "Sam had a bouncing moon at his party and it was the coolest ever," Hannah sighed. "I gots to have something really cool at my party or everyone's gonna like Sam's party more." "Don't worry, Han, your party will be very cool," Derek grinned. (dude...if we're scabs the writers have to report us to the WGA...we'd be fucked for life) "What if it's not?" she groaned, balancing her chair. "It will be," Meredith nodded. "And I told you to stop doing that." "I did stop," Hannah shrugged, rocking harder. "That doesn't look like stopping," Meredith sighed. "I did stop, now I'm not." "Well stop again." "Fine," Hannah pouted, letting the chair fall down to the floor again as she grabbed an apple. "So we gots to have games. Lots and lots of games and a really big cake and...what else do we gots to have, Daddy?" "You have to invite all your friends," Derek nodded. "And we need food besides this very big cake." "We're gonna have pizza," Hannah nodded, rocking the chair back on its back legs again. "Hannah," Meredith groaned. "I told you to stop." "I did stop," Hannah smirked slightly, rocking back and forth in the chair, never letting the front legs hit the floor. "Fine...stop again and stay stopped." "But I like it," Hannah shrugged, taking another apple slice, still balancing the chair on its back legs. "And, Daddy, tell Meredith I don't have to 'vite Amanda cause she's a poopyhead." "If you're inviting everyone you should invite Amanda too," Derek shrugged. "But she's mean," Hannah insisted, grabbing the table quickly when the chair almost fell. "Unless you give us a good reason, you should invite her," Meredith sighed. "And this is why I told you to stop." "She didn't vite me to her party," Hannah groaned, trying to balance the chair again. "And she didn't give me a candy bag at Hallween. She's mean and stupid and I don't like her." "Fine. Stop rocking on the chair and we'll discuss this." "She's not coming," the little girl said firmly, smirking as she rocked the chair harder, sneaking a glance at Meredith. "Hannah, stop rocking that chair now," Meredith said firmly. "And all the boys gots to go home but the girls are gonna sleep over," Hannah ignored Meredith, the chair almost slippping again as she grabbed the table. "Hannah Rose Shepherd, we are not discussing this party any further until you stop the rocking," Meredith groaned, feeling Derek's eyes on her. "And then we gotta have lots and lots of snacks," Hannah grinned widely. "And cookies. Lots of cookies and brownies and ice cream and candy." "Hannah, stop right now and you're going to your bed room," Meredith snapped. "I don't want to stop." "That's nice," Meredith shrugged. "Stop." "No." "No is not an option. Stop and bedroom are your options." "Make me." "That's it," Derek groaned. "Hannah, bedroom now until supper. And if you even think about saying no the party's off." "But...� "We'll discuss this later," Derek shook his head. "Go." "You're mean," Hannah pouted, letting the chair fall to the floor as she stood up. "You and Meredith are mean and you can't come to my party." "Yeah, we're mean," Derek sighed. "And you hate us, I get it." "I do," Hannah nodded firmly. "That's fine. Go and hate us in your bedroom." "Stupid and mean," Hannah mumbled under her breath as she stomped out of the room and up the stairs, slamming the door hard. "You okay?" Derek asked Meredith. "I...yeah," Meredith shook her head, wiping her hand across her eyes quickly as she looked down at the list in front of her. "I'm fine." "Oh Mer..." Derek sighed, jumping out of his chair to kneel in front of her. "It gets easier." "I�m complete crap at it," she whispered. "No you're not," he shook his head as he rubbed her arms. "That was good." "No...definitely crap. She doesn't even...you saw her." "She...isn't used to having to listen to anyone but me. She just needs time to learn that you're just as powerful now." "Totally crap," she murmured. "I'm not meant...and she hates me. She hates me and...I'm crap at the whole parenty thing." "She doesn't hate you. She says that when she's mad and she never actually means it. By tomorrow she'll be cuddled in bed with you again. And you're defintely not crap at the parenty thing." "Really? Because she wasn't stopping and she wasn't listening and if you weren't here she would have kept doing it and then probably would have fallen and cracked her head or something which then would have led to her needing brain surgery or something. Yeah, Der, I see what you mean. I'm great at the parenty thing." "Mer...that stuff..it's the hard stuff. The incredibly hard stuff. No, you're not a pro at it. But if I hadn't been here you would have figured it out. And you will figure it out, trust me." "What if I don't? What if I'm just destined to be crap at it because you know...it's not like my mom was around a lot and...what if I'm just naturally crap at it? What if I'm like her mom and I'm just not cut out to be a...parenty person?" "Meredith..." Derek sighed, cupping her cheek gently. "Did your mom ever sit in a minature chair and act like the color of the balloons was the most important decision one could ever make?" "Well...no," she sighed. "And you telling her to stop...it wasn't you being mean, it was you worrying about her safety," Derek shrugged. "What would your mom have cared more about...you getting hurt or the hassle involved in taking you in to get checked out?" "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I just...I'm pretty sure I'm crap at this and I know you're saying I'm not but I have no idea how to do this stuff. I don't know how to plan parties or get her to stop doing stuff or the stories she likes to read or doing voices when I'm reading them or...I don't know how to do any of this. And you keep talking about big things and I...I don't know how." "Mer...I know you don't," he murmured. "But you're learning. That's all that matters." "I guess," she sighed, looking down at the list. "This party is going to be huge." "It really is," he sighed. "Apparently she's only turning seven once." "Which is true," she giggled slightly. "It is," he sighed. "I'mm contemplating calling the world record people." "I'm sure it's not that big," she laughed. "Though...you know, if they keep getting bigger, by the time she turns sixteen..." "Don't remind me," Derek groaned. "It's probably a good thing you're a wealthy neurosurgeon," Meredith laughed. "Probably," he laughed. "And by the time she's sixteen you will be too." "We could only hope." "We'll manage it," he laughed softly. "We have a few years to get through first." "Good point," she nodded. "Der?" "Yeah?" "Can I get out of the chair now?" "Of course," he laughed, pulling away. "Sorry." "It's fine," she giggled, letting him help her up. "I just...they're small." "I know," he sighed. "Hannah loves them." "Well she is small," she nodded. "Doesn't work so much when you're not almost seven." "Very true," he laughed. "You were a good sport about it though." "She wanted me to step into her office," she rolled her eyes. "She hangs around you and the office too much." "You have to admit it's kind of cute." "It is," Meredith giggled, grabbing the list and then taking his hand. "Very cute." "Sorry it ended badly," he sighed. "It's...it's fine, Der," she sighed. "It's...anyway, here's the list." "You made a list?" "I...wasn't I supposed to?" "Definitely," he nodded. "I meant to tell you to and I forgot. I'm glad you thought to do it." "Okay, good," she grinned. "So yeah...list." "Thank you," he smiled, as he took it from her. "Welcome," she sighed, leaning into him. "So you're okay, now?" "I'm good, Der." "Good," he grinned. "Good," she sighed, turning to kiss him. "I love you." "I love you too," he murmured. "So Hannah's in her room for the next two hours..." she whispered against his lips. "I like the way you think," he whispered. "I know you do," she giggled, grabbing his hand and leading him towards their bedroom, kissing him the entire way as she tried to chase the terrible feeling in her chest away. I was flying so high in your perfect sky But I needed to fall cannot have it all


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