Dereks pov:
Me and meredith are in the bedroom under the covers and I'm going down on her.
It took a lot of convincing to get her to let me. She wasn't feeling the best today and she kept calling herself ugly, even though she literally looks like she just walked out of one of her photoshoots. I wanted to make her feel good.
Merediths pov:
I'm laid on the bed completely naked and derek is shirtless, with his pyjama bottoms on. He has his face between my thighs, flicking his tongue back and forth against my clit.
We're in my house, because my parents aren't in. I took him up to my room and let him go down on me. I wasn't really in the mood, but he wanted to.. and it is making me feel better.
I look down at him, running my fingers through his curls. "That feels amazing" I whisper. "Good, babe" he kisses my clit. He carries on.
His phone starts ringing. "Can you answer that for me please baby?" He asks, stopping and kissing my thighs instead softly as I answer his phone.
"No, he's not here.. he went out" I lie. Its mark. "Okay, ill tell him.. bye mark" I say. "Bye" he says. I hang up.
"The printer at your office isn't working" I roll my eyes. He just continues to eat me out, instead of responding. My head tilts back in pleasure.
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We finished in bed about an hour ago, now we're downstairs watching TV. My parents don't get home for another twenty minutes, so we have until then before derek probably leaves.
"I love you derek" I look at him as he stands up. He smiles at me. "I love you more" he leans down and kisses me. "No you don't, I love you the most" I say. "No you don't" he tickles my belly. I giggle, wriggling in my spot.
"Where are you going?" I pout as he stands back up. "Toilet, I'll be right back baby, don't worry" he smiles at me before leaving.
The living room door opens. I sort out my clothes quickly to make myself look like I wasn't just making out with my boyfriend.
I'm wearing one of Derek's shirts with my pyjama shorts under. Derek has his real clothes on. He got changed after we were done in bed.
"Hi mom" I smile as she walks into the living room. "Hi honey" my dad walks in after her. He leans down and kisses my head. "Derek's in the bathroom, he'll be down in a second" I say, wanting to warn them that he's here. My dad sighs and my mom smiles at me.
Derek walks back into the room. "Hi" he smiles at my parents. "Hi" they both say.
"I should get going" he walks over to me. "No!" I grab his shirt in my fists, pulling him down to me. He leans in and kisses me softly.
"Bye, I love you" he gently pulls my hands away before leaving. "No!" I burst into tears. He stops in his tracks and looks at me. My parents just ignore me. They're used to it.
He walks over to me quickly and sits next to me. "I'm sorry baby.. I'm sorry, please don't get upset" he hugs me. I sob into his shoulder quietly.
"I don't want you to go" I sniffle. "Okay, I'll stay.. I'll stay, darling its okay" he whispers, stroking my back gently and kissing my cheek a few times softly.
"You'll stay?" I pull away from him slowly. "Yeah" he wipes my tears with his thumbs. I hug his neck tight and kiss him. I can make myself cry on queue. I would've been an amazing actress if I didn't find modeling.
"Thanks der" I pull away from him. "Its okay" he kisses my cheek again before pulling me into his arms, onto his lap. I cuddle into him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry" he says. I look into his eyes. "Its okay darling, don't be sorry" I say quietly, kissing him softly a couple of times. I feel really guilty now. I shouldn't mess with him.. he's too sweet.
"Sorry" he says again, pulling me closer. He wipes my cheeks, probably getting the mascara off. "Its okay derek, seriously.. stop apologising" I giggle softly, kissing his cheek.
He literally has my red lipgloss all over his lips and face because of how much I've just kissed him.
I wipe his face for him gently. "Can he sleep here tonight?" I ask my parents. "No baby, I-" he whispers. "Please?" I look into his eyes. "Fine" be sighs.
"Yeah, door open though" my dad says. "No" I say. "What?" He looks at me. "No, I'm having my boyfriend over and my door is staying closed.. so he can feel comfortable in my bedroom" I say. "Mer, it's okay" Derek says quietly. I hold his hand in mine and entwine our fingers.
"No" my dad says. "I'm twenty one years old.. I want the door closed" I say firmly.
"Meredith grey!" My dad yells at me. "I don't care if you're protective of me daddy, you're not being mean to my boyfriend! He didn't do anything wrong" I say.
"I want to speak to you privately" he says. We both go to the kitchen to continue our argument.
Derek's pov:
"I'm really sorry Mrs Grey, I didn't mean to cause any arguments" I stand up and walk over to her.
"Its okay sweetheart, I agree with meredith completely.. I think how he treats you is horrible and its great that she's found the confidence to defend you" she says. I smile small.
"I don't like James!" I hear meredith scream at him. "You can go and wait upstairs for her if you want" she says quietly. "Okay" I go upstairs and wait in her room for her.
