[Kate Austen]

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“You get that I hate you, right?” Meredith wrinkled her nose.

Cristina smirked and nodded. “Got it.” She grabbed Meredith’s hand and trailed her in Derek’s direction. “But I have a feeling that you’ll thank me for this later.”

In the meantime, Derek had taken a seat next to Izzie and had listened to her babbling, a little vacantly, keeping tabs on Meredith and Cristina who had an excited conversation about some kind of… women stuff. About him, to be more precisely. At least he guessed so. He felt her stare on him from time to time and noticed her uncomfortableness when he caught her. She always adverted her eyes when she realized it. Though he found her behaviour kind of cute he wondered what the reason for her discomfort might be. Was it about him? Without sounding arrogant: that was not the effect he usually had on women.
Anyway. At least he had the chance to have a closer look at her.

She. Looked. Stunning.

He scanned her from tip to toe and all the way back. Her white, tight dress accentuated her female curves perfectly. Some loose strands of her long hair were dangling in her face.

Aphrodite. Yeah. That’s whom she reminded him of. Devine beauty. A goddess.

Though she was rather petite, Derek had no doubt that there was a lot of power in that adorable little body of hers. The way she was gesturing wildly at Cristina made him chuckle a little. Those fists. Not so ineffectual, apparently.
He was completely lost in her. He didn’t even realize that Izzie’d stopped her cheery blah blah blah and watched him with amusement. He had no idea why but he felt like he was in High School. He felt like he was a freaking brace-wearing pubescent teenager looking at the most beautiful girl in the whole entire world. He felt like he had to rip a piece of paper out off his exercise book writing down the words “You wanna go with me? YES [ ] NO [ ] MAYBE [ ]” and give it to her secretly.
Fortunately, he couldn’t further pursue his daydreaming because he was interrupted by a slight cough.

Damn! He hadn’t even realized their returning. He was such a wreck. Seriously.

He jumped off of his bar stool, all gentleman-like and reached out his right hand, again grinning like freaking Cheshire cat itself. Seriously. If he had no ears, he would smile all around his head. Right now? He felt like the biggest fool on earth. But he couldn’t help. He was smiling. At her. And he couldn’t stop it. Smiling. Like a fool.

“Hey. Derek Shepherd.” he said, shaking hands with her. Her hand. Very soft. For a split second, he slightly stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “It’s a pleasure to meet ya.”

It raises goose bumps in her when she felt his thump travelling along her hand. She already loved his hands. They were male. Strong. But sensitive. She caught herself thinking about his hands moving across her body. Massaging. Soft. Gentle.

Behave, Meredith! Bad thoughts. Really. Bad. Thoughts. Except they are nice…
Damn!

“Meredith Grey. Nice ta meet ya, too.” Meredith squeezed his hand, quickly, and let off it as if she’d got an electric shock. Her gaze wandered up to his cobalt blue eyes.

When their eyes met, everything stopped. The babbling. Stopped. The music. Stopped. The people. Stopped. Everything just stopped. Meredith tried to breathe but it didn’t work. The air stopped, too. The heat started to rise up in her again. Causing her to gasp for breath.

“I… Hot!” she mumbled, fanning herself with her hands fluttering in front of her face.

Derek flushed a mischievous grin at her. “Yeah, there I agree.”

It took her a while to realize the ambiguity of his comment. She blushed and grinned, looking shyly on the floor.

Cristina, Izzie and George watched them the entire time. Well, Cristina and Izzie did, George still laid on his stool, eyes closed, from time to time moaning some unknowable stuff and being just… drunk.

“This is disgusting.” Cristina nodded in their direction, wrinkling her forehead. “They’re acting like Barbie and Ken and I’ll get caries if I stay here a minute longer.”

“Naaah, they’re sweet.” Izzie rested her chin in her palms, watching Meredith and Derek with a bright smile. “She deserves this. Besides,” she looked at Cristina, “it was your idea to bring McDreamy here.”

“Don’t flog a dead horse. I’m glad she’s enjoying this but look at them. They behave like lovesick rabbits. It is just.” She shuddered. “Disgusting. They should get a room or something.”

“I think we should leave them alone.” Izzie hopped off her chair and hit George on the back. “Up, Georgee!”

“Maybe we should leave him here.” Cristina frowned as Izzie reached under his armpits to support him. “If he vomits over my dress, I will so kill him.”