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19 February 2007 @ 05:53 pm
the man who came to dinner  
Derek lets his truck roll to a stop at the curb in front of the house. He checks the dashboard clock - 3:15. Maybe he had overestimated the amount of time his vertebral diffusion would take... but if he was honest with himself, the idea of surprising Mer in the midst of cooking, of all things, was too much to resist. He grabs the bottle of Shiraz and the bakery box from his front seat - Mer's favorite cappuccino cheesecake inside - and heads up to the front door. None of the other interns appear to be home, but he knocks anyway, sensitive to her roommates' need for privacy, since he wasn't officially "living with" Meredith.
 
 
Current Mood: mischievous
 
 
 
mergrey on February 20th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)
Meredith jumps as she heard the doorbell ring. She looks at the clock on the microwave. She's not sure who could be at the door, Derek wouldn't be home until much later. Meredith uncovers the pot and looks at the still water. It should be boiling.

She decided to make pasta, chicken and heat up some bread. It looked simple enough. She managed to overcook the pasta twice, and she burnt the chicken, which is now sitting on the kitchen counter. Meredith covers the pot, and goes to answer the door.

She smiles when she sees Derek at the other side of the door.

"Hey you." She leans forward to kiss him softly on the lips.
Dr. Derek Shepherd: MerDer [pillowstains]doc_mc_dreamy on February 20th, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)
"Hey," he responds, wrapping one arm carefully around her to return her kiss, "I made it out early."

"I brought dessert, too, but it's a surprise," he says, knowing that she probably recognizes the bakery box and what it holds already - he had taken her there or brought her chocolatey gifts many times during their 'apology' phase.
mergrey on February 20th, 2007 02:26 am (UTC)
Meredith smirks. "You know how I feel about surprises, but I think I'm going to like this one. Thank you." She leans forward and kisses him again.

"I wasn't expecting you so early. I kind of made a mess." They walk through the living room into the kitchen.

Dr. Derek Shepherd: Chuckledoc_mc_dreamy on February 20th, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
Derek raises an eyebrow, surveying the counter and butcher block. He can't keep the smile from his face, but his tone is determined rather than derisive, "Sometimes that happens with cooking. Is the plan still 'chicken, maybe'?" he asks, catching sight of the burnt bird on the sideboard.

He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up in preparation for some dinner rescuing.
mergrey on February 20th, 2007 02:35 am (UTC)
Meredith feels her face flush. She knows this isn't really a big deal, but she feels badly. She was supposed to be able to cook, and clean. She never considered herself that kind of woman, but being with Derek makes her want to be that kind of woman. The kind of woman who can take care of the man she loves. The kind of woman Derek deserves.

She brushes a stray hair off her forehead.

"No. Let me do this. It's what I'm supposed to do."
Dr. Derek Shepherd: Concern [beautdisastr]doc_mc_dreamy on February 20th, 2007 02:38 am (UTC)
Derek cocks his head to one side.

"What is what you're supposed to do?"
mergrey on February 20th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
Meredith shakes her head, and moves to the stove, checking the pot again.

"Nothing."
Dr. Derek Shepherd: Concern [beautdisastr]doc_mc_dreamy on February 20th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Derek follows her, laying a hand on her arm as she sets the lid aside in frustration from a pot of water that is still not boiling.

"Hey, don't do that. What are you 'supposed to do'?" he asks again, turning her gently and lifting her chin to meet her eyes.

"I'm helping eat, I can help cook," he murmurs, tossing a pinch of salt into the pot without breaking her gaze.