[Kate Austen]

Danke für dein wie immer muy liebes FB <33

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...

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.”