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mir kommt mein feedback immer bescheuert vor :lach: ich sag eigtl immer nur "top. weiter so. keine kritik". das wars. :lach: du schreibst aber auch gut..

i´m so addicted

have a good night´s sleep.

Da ich gerade Ablenkung gebrauchen kann, hab ich angefangen deine Teile nachzulesen. ja ich weiß. schande über mich, dass ich überhaupt aufgehört hab zu lesen aber i'wie ist mir zur Zeit nicht sooo sehr nach ff. aber eine gewissen Person hat gemeint dass mich ff lesen ablenken würde. und ich muss zugeben dass sie recht hatte.thanks.
ich bin gerade zu faul und zu fertig für langes fb. das hol ich dann i'wann nach. nur so viel:

ich lieb lieb lieb "hanging by a moment". hab ich schon immer und ich musste sowas von grinsen, als ich gesehen hab, dass Derek es singt *g* und ich liebe Cristinas Sprüche .sehr geil <3
und von meinen geliebten ferryboat moments brauch ich ja erst gar nicht anfangen <3 *g*

sollte ich wieder lang kein fb geben, dann werd ich das i'wann nachholen.ich les nicht wirklich regelmäßig ff zur zeit. aber wehe du schreibst nicht weiter meine Liebe.

oh man, wäre ich mal noch ein bisschen länger wach geblieben, dann hätte ich deinen neuen part schon längst gelesen. :heul: tja, so ist das, wenn zu viel lernt und dann totmüde ins bett fällt.

dieser part war natürlich auch wieder richtig klasse. du schaffst es einfach immer mich in den bann der story zu ziehen.

Zitat:Derek noticed her trembling body and didn’t hesitate to take off his jacket and put it over her shoulders.

oh man, es ist schön zu wissen, dass es auch noch gentlemans gibt.

freu mich auf den nächsten part.

deine ally

MERCI MERCI MERCI [Bild: 6cerlt4.gif] Je vous aime [Bild: 5zlajqb.gif]

mellchen, dein FB ist niemals bescheuert. Seriously ♥

Woohooo, 3x FB verdient eine Belohnung.

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“I’m sorry to interrupt your cute little hanky-panky guys,” Mark said, running his hand through his hair, grinning brightly, “but we thought you two might wanna join us. In our suite. Having our own little party.” He winked at Meredith. “Your friends are already there. That Asian,” he blew a whistle, “she’s HOT! And a little wasted, by the way.”

Derek looked down at her. “What do you think? Shall we join that bunch of weirdos?”

Countless of tiny warning bells started to ring in Meredith’s head. No, no, no! they yelled. Alone. In a locked room. Together with a rock band. And her wasted friends. So not a good idea. Especially because she felt a little groggy herself, caused by his heavenly scent and his pure presence. But then…

“I’d love to.” she sighed.

“Brilliant!” Mark clapped his hands enthusiastically. “Chop, chop! And don’t let anyone know you’re following me.” he added with a playful whisper.

They cleaved back through the dancing and eating and chatting people in the hall, walking towards the elevators. Meredith shuddered.

“What? You coming?” Mark changed a confused look with Derek when they stepped into the small room while Meredith was still rooted to the spot she was standing on.

“I-- I think I gonna take the… stairs. Yes.” Meredith stuttered, looking almost frightened. Mark frowned.

“It’s the 12th floor, you’d be almost dead when you finally arrive. C’mon, we don’t bite.” he grinned. “Well, I do but not under those circumstances, anyway.”

Meredith shifted her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably and bit her lower lip. “It’s just… elevators… I don’t really have a thing for them.”

Derek took a step forward and offered her his hand. His eyes again locked with hers, he smiled his best Never Fear Because I’m With You And Protect You From The Elevator Smile.

And again. How could a girl resist that smile?

“It’ll be okay, Meredith.” His voice was calm. And deep. And sexy. She reached for his hand and when he squeezed it softly, she forgot about her jumpiness for a moment. She took a last deep breath and stepped inside, next to Derek.

She hated elevators. She hated the damn noise. She hated the damn doors. She hated the damn missing space. She just. Hated them. Profoundly.
And now she was standing there, on the edge of hyperventilating, in company of two rockers who probably thought she was insane. That. Was. Just. Great. Great, great, great.

But she couldn’t help. A panic attack was on the way, already knocking at the door. She was choked with fear, her body was trembling, her face got pale and she felt the nails of her left hand digging into Derek’s skin. She felt sorry and embarrassed, but she couldn’t help it.

She just hated elevators.

When Derek realized that she’d been serious about her claustrophobia, he felt guilty about pushing her. Now she was standing there, a picture of misery, shaking and chalky, eyes closed and panting for air. He raised his left hand and rubbed her back with long, tender strokes. Her whole body was tense but his touch seemed to help her at least a little. He laid his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her closer.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s fine. Just breathe.” he whispered, almost singing the words in her ear. She rested her face on his shoulder, sobbing from time to time, but he felt her body relax in his arms. He took a whiff of her hair. It smelled… flowery.
She lifted her head and looked up at him, a lone tear running down her cheek. He gently brushed it away with his thumb.

“I’m okay.” she said, rubbing her puffy eyes.

“You’re okay.” He smiled at her and placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was breathtaking. Even when she’d cried.

“Uhumm..” Mark pretended to cough. “Guess you wanna pull out here..” He stepped aside to let her pass. She still stood on shaky ground but Derek supported her by leaving his arm around her waist and leading her out off the elevator to the suite.

:freuu:
ich kann nicht anders. ich liebe diese smilies einfach.

der part war natürlich wieder richtig klasse.

oh man die arme meredith. ich meine ich habe zum glück nicht solche zustände, aber ich kann es mir sher gut vorstellen....da ist es nie eine gute idee in einen fahrstuhl zu steigen.....aber immerhin hat derek ja ein schlechtes gewissen. aber sehr süß, wie er sich um sie sorgt und versucht sie zu beruhigen.

ich bin gespannt wie es weitergeht.

deine ally

Danke für dein wie immer muy liebes FB <33

Little-Anni schrieb:aber sehr süß, wie er sich um sie sorgt und versucht sie zu beruhigen.

Mit Derek, der mir das Händchen hält, würde sogar ICH in einen Fahrstuhl steigen... [Bild: 6hhlrua.gif]

BTW... ich bin heute auch Krankenhausfahrstuhl gefahren... todesmutig wie ich bin... Das Ding war schweineklein und so mal überhaupt nicht romantisch . Kein hübscher Arzt weit und breit, der an meinen Haaren hätte schnuppern können ... It's sad... Really.

Wieauchimmer.

Update coming up!

What they were looking at when Mark opened the door was a sight for the gods. Seriously.
Izzie and Denny laid on the floor, on their stomachs, playing scrabble. A bottle of champagne placed on the glass table behind them.
Cristina, George, Alex and Callie sat around the table at the right, apparently playing… Strip Poker. Alex had lost his shirt, Callie was still fully dressed, except for one of her stilettos, Cristina sat on her chair merely wearing black panties and a lacy bra and George already covered his lap with one of the cashmere pillows.

Mark immediately stripped off his jacket and the pants when he entered the room.

“Where were we?” he asked and sat down next to Cristina who hopped off the chair when she noticed Meredith standing in the doorway.

“BABY, YOU MADE IT!” she bellowed, raising her arms up and in the next moment, grabbing hold of the back of her chair. “Woohooo, the floor is moving!”

Mark reached over to support her but she slapped him on the fingers.

She lifted her hands warningly. “Hey, hey, hey! No touchin’, pretty boy!” she babbled, her speech slurred by alcohol. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Would you girls please stop that kinky chitchat and get your head back in the game already?” Alex said and opened the next bottle of champagne.

“I got a Full House!” George yelled enthusiastically, placing his cards on the pillow on his crotch.

“Royal Flush!” Cristina held her cards on each side of her face. “Get naked, baby boy!” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, you already are..” She reached for his pillow. “Gimme that!”

“NO!”

“Don’t be such a poor sport, bambi! Rules are rules!”

“Leave him be, Cristina.” Izzie interfered. She crammed some chips into her mouth. “Unless you wanna see Jimmy and the twins.”

Derek and Meredith were still standing in the door frame, mouths slightly open, watching the scenery that happened right in front of their eyes. They had serious problems to restrain laughter.

“You wanna have a seat?” Derek asked pointing at the lounge. “Or are you the strip poker playing kind of girl?”

Meredith had a last look on Cristina who now was standing on her chair, singing loudly You Wanna Be Me But You Can’t Be Me and turned her gaze back to Derek.
“I think I prefer to stay dressed.” she said and fell back on to the fluffy cushions.

“Aah, this is too bad.” He offered her a glass of champagne and sat down next to her. “So,” he took a sip of the sparkling liquid, “I’m sorry you didn’t win the award.”

“Don’t be.” Her mouth formed a soft smile. “It was a hard competition and besides, Helen is a great actress. She deserves it.”

“Such a decent girl.” He winked at her and reached for the menu that laid on the table in front of them. “You feel hungry? The room service is really great and they have the best cheesecake at the whole West Coast.”

Meredith hasn’t noticed the rumbling in her stomach until Derek had mentioned food. At the after show party she hadn’t got around to eat something because of… well… she’d just forgotten it. But now. She was almost starving. Plus. She loved cheesecake.

“I could eat a horse.” she giggled, causing his heart to skip a beat.

He checked over the menu. “I’m afraid they don’t offer horse.” he laughed. “But what about the Wild Tasmanian Salmon?”

“Salmon’ll do it too.” she nodded her head yes. “But I will need cheesecake with extra whip cream as a dessert then.”

He scanned her body and chuckled. “You don’t look like someone who eats that much.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “I have a good metabolism. Plus. I have a thing for whip cream.” she averred, her voice serious.

“I’ll make a note of that.” He had a cheeky grin on his face and his blue eyes glared at her amusedly.

Memo: never mention whip cream in company of a horny rock star.

“Not like that!” she yelled and playfully hit him on the chest, causing him to laugh.

“Ooow!” He lifted his hands in defeat. “Guess I was right about that, too. Those tiny fists of yours. Not so ineffectual.”

“You’ll better make a note of that, too.” she giggled and tossed a pillow at him.

“Yes, ma’Am.” he saluted and reached for the phone. “We better order now before you starve to death.”

wieder ein neuer teil! :freuu:

wenn ich gestern mal länger wach geblieben wäre, dann hätte ich ihn noch lesen können, aber so habe ich es jetzt in meiner lernpause gelesen.

ich wäre ja zu gerne in dem hotelzimmer dabei gewesen. auch wenn ih nicht unbedingt mit gespielt hätte....nur so als stille beobachterin.

bin mal gespannt wie es weitergeht.

deine ally

Aww, die Teile waren alle soooo toll <333

Meredith hat Angst for dem elevator? Öh! Das geht aber gar net 'cause it's the elevator. Aber Derek war süß

Strip Poker? Yay! :groove: Das ist toll :lach:
Haha, wäre auch gerne dabei gewesen, von mir aus nicht mal als stille Beobachterin *hrhr* Nur wärs mir recht, wenn Derek auch noch mitspielen würde *gg*

Und aww, Izzie & Denny <3 ich finds toll, dass Denny noch lebt

Mag deine FF irrsinnig gerne :bett: du schreibst wirklich sehr sehr gut!

lg, KAtie

derek wird ihr die angst vor dem elevator nehmen

tja katie, was soll ich sagen? wieder 2 wundertollige updates von dir. mehr brauch man eigtl schon gar nich mehr kommentieren..
ich weiss auch nicht so recht, was ich zu der handlung überhaupt sagen soll. <33 einfach perfekt so, wie es is.

keep´em coming =)

wie immer großartig
schöner neuer teil
i like the interaction between derek and mer
whip cream i`m getting porny thoughts again:o



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