Can't Help Falling in Love

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Derek paced the floor of their bedroom, a week later, running a hand through his hair. Meredith was still getting ready in the bathroom, and in a few minutes they would go to his intern mixer so that he could meet the people he was going to work with for his residency. He'd meet his bosses, and then this whole entire thing would become completely real.

"Mer, come on," he called. "We're going to be late."

"Relax," she called through the door. "No one ever gets to these things on time. And you do not want to be the loser who shows up first."

"Well, thanks for looking out for me," Derek laughed.

"No problem," she giggled as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. "How do I look?"

Derek stared at her for a moment, completely forgetting completely everything besides the way her dress dipped down to reveal the perfect amount of cleavage, the way it just barely grazed her knees. A pair of black heels made her a couple inches taller, almost eye level with him and her hair fell around her shoulders in gentle waves. "Wow," he breathed.

Meredith smiled as she turned in a slow circle so he could get the full effect of the dress. "You like?" she asked.

"You look...hot," Derek breathed.

"Good," she smiled, turning to him. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"I'm wearing your favorite shirt," Derek smiled as she moved closer to him.

"Your good looking shirt," she nodded as she smoothed the collar down.

"I'm always good looking," Derek breathed against her lips.

"Sure," she smiled. "Come on, Dr. Shepherd. You've still got to last until midnight before the bet is over."

Derek groaned slightly, trying to ignore the seductive way in which she called him Dr. Shepherd. Five hours. He could wait five more hours before he could make passionate love to her.

"You okay?" she giggled as she settled into the car, her dress riding up on her thigh a little higher than it needed to.

"Fine," Derek groaned. "But if all my colleagues get the wrong impression of me, it's your fault."

"Oh, I don't think that," she said, eyeing the bulge in his black dress pants, "will ever give off the wrong impression."

"Glad you think so," Derek laughed shakily.

"But I'm banning you right now from on call rooms," Meredith continued.

"What?" Derek asked. "Why?"

"Derek, I'm not even a doctor and I know that on call rooms are used for sex, not sleeping," Meredith replied. "So you're not allowed in them."

"You said you trusted me," Derek pointed out.

"I do," Meredith nodded. "It's the slutty nurses I don't trust."

"Fine," Derek nodded. "I'll just...sleep in the conference rooms."

"Good," Meredith giggled. "But you know...if I ever feel the need to come visit you at the hospital, I think I can wave the no on call room rule."

"Well, let's be grateful for that at least," Derek laughed, pulling into the parking lot. "Mer..." he breathed, turning to look at her.

"You're going to be fine," she said softly, reaching to cup his cheek. "I love you. And you're going to be an amazing doctor, Derek."

"Thank you," he whispered softly. "I love you too."