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a literate and descriptive portrayal of derek shepherd. writer is over the age of 21. banter and plots welcome.
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hums in agreement at those first words, a half smile on his face as he gazes down to his wife, using his fingers to push the hair out of her face.
"we're all packed already, right?"
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she leaned into his side easily, as one arm slipped around his waist.
โ at least youโre home now. โ
she pulled back just enough to look up at him, with an understanding smile.
โ yeahโ still feels like forever away though! โ
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he's taking her into his arms to pull her into his side. "very, very long." murmmers out against her forehead.
"just a few more days until we go, though."
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she better be. he's not sure what he would do without her. she just needs to give him a few places that she's always wanted to see.
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"it's been busy, i've got another surgery in thirty but i wanted to see you first. unless you're not too busy, you could scrub in with me?"
it had been a while since they operated together and he did miss being in the or with her.
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her fingers gave his a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles in quiet affection.
โ yeah, thatโs one way of putting it. howโs your day been? โ
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his free arm automatically winds around her slim waist.
"busy day?" questions as his eyes search her's, lips twitching in a faint smile.