Meredith hitched the laundry basket up onto her hip and headed downstairs. It was her day off, and she had the whole house to herself – it was just her and two weeks worth of dirty clothes.

She switched on the dim bare bulb hanging from the ceiling of the laundry room and set the basket down. She quickly loaded the washer and started it up, and then turned her attention to unloading the dryer. She jumped when she felt a warm pair of hands clasp around her waist.

"OHMYGOD. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Don't sneak up on me like that!" She reeled around to find Derek standing behind her, leering at her. "What are you doing here? What happened to your full OR schedule?"

"I had a break. And I spent all morning imagining you walking around the house in … my boxers??"

Meredith cringed as she looked down at the boxer briefs riding low on her hips, the waistband folded over twice to keep them from falling down. "I haven't done laundry in two weeks. Are yours were clean…"

Derek chuckled. "So anyways, I thought I would pay you a little visit. I thought you might be lonely…" Derek reached out and pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

Meredith dropped her clean laundry on the floor and returned the kiss. Derek gently nudged her mouth open by nibbling at her lower lip, which elicited a soft moan for his effort. He ran his hands down her back, resting them on her lower back while pressing his hips into hers.

Derek raised his head from the small of her neck to survey the crowded room when the sound of the washer's spin cycle caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows in a smirk, and effortlessly raised Meredith up by her hips and set her down on the washer.

Meredith's eyes flew open in surprise when her skin hit the cold metal of the washing machine, the vibrations pulsing through her. Derek continued to tease his tongue along her collarbone as his hands roamed beneath her t-shirt to find her bare breasts.

Meredith gasped as Derek's fingers grazed over her nipples and the sensations of the washing machine began to make her squirm anxiously. He moved his head under her shirt and slowly coerced her nipples to attention with his lips as his hands worked their way up the insides of her thighs, gently pushing them apart. When his hands met each other at her center, he found that her borrowed underwear was already soaked through.

She felt Derek smile against her breast at the discovery, and she impatiently raised her hips up and hovered over the washer, hoping to encourage him.

Derek needed no such nudging. "As sexy you are wearing my underwear, I think they would look a lot better on the floor," he whispered as he fumbled with the waistband. He swiftly removed the boxer briefs and tossed them over his shoulder.

Meredith could now feel the motion of the spin cycle directly on her skin, and she moved her hands to his head, gently tugging his hair in the hopes of moving him downwards. Derek happily obliged, tracing an antagonizing trail with his tongue down the underside of her breast to her waist, and finally to the delicate spot on her inner thigh that always made her jump.

Derek slowly worked his tongue inside her warm, wet folds while gently pushing her knees open wider. Meredith dropped her head backwards and moaned loudly enough to be heard over the noisy washer. She tangled her hands through his curls, making sure he wasn't planning on stopping. His tongue found her clit, dancing over it lightly before increasing the pressure.

The washing machine picked up speed as it shifted cycles again, sending a new shock wave through Meredith's bones, causing her to tighten her grip on his hair. Derek took this cue, and plunged two fingers deep inside her wetness, curling his fingers upwards, putting internal pressure on her clit to match the external pressure now being applied by his tongue. As he pushed his fingers further inside her, he could feel her starting to tighten around them.

Meredith sucked in her breath as he replaced his tongue with his teeth, lightly scraping the sides of her clit. The washing machine sent warm waves through her as she felt a fire building inside, his fingers plunging again and again into her dripping wet center. She screamed his name as her body crumpled around him, finally releasing a powerful orgasm that left her shaking.

Derek planted soft kisses along the inside of her thigh as he rested his head on her knee. He looked up at her, grinning as she slumped over him in exhaustion. "Who knew that removing a pair of boxer briefs could be so hot?"

She looked down at him, eyebrow raised as she watched a look of realization cross Derek's face.

"And if ever you tell Cristina I said that, I'll never do that again."