Can't Help Falling in Love

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"Meredith!" Derek said firmly, reaching out to pull her to sit on her lap.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, trying to pull out of his arms.

"Why don't you just try to find a job at another school?" Derek suggested, holding her tight against him.

"Another..." Meredith eyes lit up as she turned to cup his face in her hands. "I knew there was a reason I married you!"

"Glad I could be of service," Derek laughed.

"I'll probably still have to teach high school for a year," she sighed. "But while I'm doing that, I'll look for other jobs."

"Good," Derek smiled, tightening his arms around her. "You want to walk up to the house?"

"Oh," Meredith bit her lower lip. "I um...already saw it today."

"Why do I have the feeling that you did something you weren't supposed to?" Derek asked.

"Well...I was pretty angry when I got home from my meeting," Meredith sighed. "I may have gone up there and asked for a hammer and some spare pieces of drywall and then gotten all of my rage out that way. Or well...some of my rage."

Derek laughed as he pulled her closer. "How crazy did you seem?" he asked.

"Some of the workers were probably scared of what I would do to them if they got anything wrong on the house," she giggled. "And maybe you should go up there so they know that you're alive."

"I've never known you to have this much of a temper," Derek laughed. "It's kind of hot."

Meredith smiled as she straddled him. "I could call the superintendent and get mad at him again," she whispered. "And then we can try having angry sex."

"Let me dial for you," Derek whispered as she shoved him onto his back on the bed.

XXXXX

"Dr. Shepherd," a nurse sighed as he ran down to the ER a week later. "There's a patient in Exam Room one refusing treatment from anyone besides you."

"Can I see the chart please?" Derek asked, glancing down at his watch. Today had been Meredith's first day as a high school teacher, and he wanted to be home to hear about it.

"No chart," she sighed. "She refuses to tell us her name or her complaint. Only that she needs to see Dr. Shepherd immediately."

Derek rolled his eyes as he moved to the exam room. "I'll be back to make up a chart," he sighed.

As soon as he opened the door, he blinked in surprise before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Mer, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I have a surprise for you," she giggled, shrugging out of her denim jacket and reaching for the buttons on her blouse.

"Okay, as much as I love you surprising me at work like this, I'm a little busy," Derek sighed. "Can it...what the hell is that?"

Meredith smiled as she turned so her back faced him and she felt him run his hands over her right shoulder. "You like?"

"Mer," he breathed. "You tattooed my name on your back?"

"Mmmhmmm," she nodded. "I was bored."

"So you got a tattoo?" he asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the black outline of his name.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," he smiled. "I can't believe you did this."

"It's not that big a deal," she shrugged.

"Meredith, my name is on your back."

"I know," she nodded. "I know you wanted me to put it on my forehead so other men would stop hitting on me. I figured this was a good compromise."