In my own defense, I'm completely surprised I didn't think of starting something like this sooner. I don't know what I was thinking.

Well, with the last story I wrote being completely over the map with verb tenses (I couldn't make up my mind, so I just said 'screw it' and used both, for the record), I decided maybe it would be a good idea to try to redeem myself here. (And also, I'm rewriting the other one)

So, I have been dying for fluff lately, and this is my outlet - where I'm going to come if I'm frustrated, sad, angry, happy, or just generally wanting to write about something random. These will most likely be all Derek and Angie stories, because well, I'm obsessed.

This plot makes no sense, but that's the point of this group of stories - doesn't have to make one lick of sense. If you give me drabble topics that you think I can keep short and you might like to see (fluffy plots), let me know and I might just write one. Tristan-the-Dreamer gave me a great one that I'm using for the next chapter, which has already been started.

Enough blabbering.

NOTE: This one gets a little bit 'adult' in the middle, though there is no sex. Or is there? You can think what you want, but it's basically just involved making out - nothing obscene. Just a warning!

Enjoy!

Through years of assisting each other, Derek and Angie had become very good at communicating with one another.

They could talk about nearly any situation, any problem, until it was fully resolved. Talking was the key to everything, and was why they shared a bond unlike any other team that had ever stepped foot into Caduceus – talking eased frustrations, talking changed uncomfortable atmospheres, talking worked out issues, and most importantly, strengthened a bond that was already impenetrable.

The night of a ceremony honoring the pair and all of their contributions to Caduceus Europe during their stay there, Angie and Derek came to a point in their friendship where, for the first time ever, there was no conversation.

Walking from the giant conference room after the event had ended, the pair turned down a deserted hallway together and walked towards the elevator that took them directly to their private suite on the top floor of the hotel they had just been honored in. Black sparkling evening dress flowing out behind her and heels clicking on the exquisite marble flooring adorning the whole first floor of the hotel, Angie Thompson stole a glance over at Derek when he failed to strike up a conversation, realizing for the first time in a long time, silence was more comfortable than conversation. It was confirmed as he sent a small reassuring smile her way, sliding his hands into his pockets as his eyes seemed to glaze over from lack of thought.

But at that moment, Derek Stiles was far from spaced out.

In fact, his mind had never before run that fast.

The silence between them at that moment was, for that night, oddly, nothing new. It had been a new addition to their time together through the entire ceremony, intensifying at some parts and fading to give way to gentle conversation in others.

However, the time that he had risen slowly from his seat, adjusting his striped black, silver, and navy blue tie as he moved gently to Angie's chair-side and extended his hand to her, had started the beginning of what was the most passionate encounter he had ever had with the nurse. He never remembered her looking so beautiful than the moment she had turned her head up to gaze at him questioningly, quickly catching the hint as, with her eyes never leaving his, gave him her hand and followed him out to the dance floor – once more, without a word.

Pulling her gently into him as she gave him the classic Angie smile that had grown to become his greatest comfort, the surgeon's world seemed to slow to a standstill as they danced, the feeling of holding her in his arms solidifying the fact that when she was with him, all other things were hopelessly irrelevant. It didn't matter that people were watching, taking pictures, most likely talking to themselves – from the moment he had gathered her in his arms, Derek shut out everything around him, his eyes never straying from hers once.

It had started out friendly and benign, but with a loving strength behind it that felt it would explode Derek's heart in his chest, the surgeon realized just how much he cared for the girl in front of him, entertaining thoughts of her feeling the same way – although he knew she had no idea.

Nearing the elevator, Derek thought to when the silence had seemingly intensified, making Angie perfectly aware of his thoughts and feelings about her without so much as one noise escaping his lips regarding the matter. Derek felt a tingle roll through his hands when he remembered how he had slid his hand around the back of her and pulled her closer – switched the grip of her hand from a standard clasp in favor of intertwining his fingers with hers and pulling them into his chest… and even moreso when he had lowered his forehead to rest on hers, eyes boring passionately into hers before she had broken their stare in favor of resting her head on his chest.

It was both the best and worst experience of his life – the feeling of holding something he never thought he could have, yet at the same time, realizing that the moment they shared was the closest he was ever going to get to what at that moment, seemed like such a shattered dream.

Gently pressing the 'up' button to the elevator, Derek stepped back until he was next to Angie and waited, his mind still going at a million miles a minute. He wished she would just say something – her voice had the distinct capability to eat away at any wounds inside of him, surprisingly, even those that resulted from the way his heart ached for her with each and every breath he took.

With the hallway lights around them off due to the late time of night, Angie and Derek stood in the one emergency running light near their private suite entrance, still waiting for the elevator to descend for them. Stealing a quick glance at her Derek felt his heart hammer away in his chest again, unable to believe how she could take his breath away in even her most normal moments. Eyes down on the floor and seemingly off in her own world, Angie stood with her hands gently clasped in front of her, curled hair spilling gently over her shoulders as she stood patiently, unaware of the impact she was having on her partner by just being herself.

As the doors to the elevator split open to allow them in, Angie squinted, blinded by the fully lit cab in contrast to the dark hallway. Derek extended his hand to let her go first, earning a smile as she moved forward, as he paused and taking a big breath before he followed. She rested against the back wall and he took his place against the left wall, the only wall that came equipped with a metal bar. He reached forward and pressed the '15' button, and the doors closed, beginning their ascent.

Resting on the bar and crossing his feet in front of him, Derek tried stealing a glance at Angie again, instead catching her eyes at the same time she chanced to look his way. She gave him a soft smile as their gaze lingered, eventually opting to look away from him and back at the floor.

The only noise during the elevator ride came when Angie let out a small scream, just as the elevator lurched to a stop, the lights in the cab dying out and becoming replaced by one small emergency running light that barely illuminated the two of them.

"What the heck just happened?" Derek whispered, voice slightly scratchy from disuse. "Are you okay?" he asked when he spotted Angie with her hand over her chest.

"Yeah…" she replied shakily. "Just scared me half to death, that's all."

Moving to the front of the elevator, Derek picked up the emergency phone just underneath the buttons, becoming agitated when it failed to produce a dial tone.

"Great." he said gently, "…no dial tone."

"I don't have my phone with me – do you have yours?" she asked, sighing as he shook his head.

"Nope. I forgot it upstairs." he said with a groan, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his face. He felt Angie's eyes on him as, suddenly feeling suffocated, he reached up and unfastened the top-most button on his black dress shirt, shortly after unknotting his tie and leaving it to hang gently around his neck.

"I don't know what to do, Ang." he simply said, pushing himself from the wall and taking a gentle step forward. "If nobody knows we're here, we might be stuck here for awhile…"

Unconsciously the surgeon began pacing the elevator slowly as Angie rested against the back wall, eyes following him as he moved. Ten minutes into pacing he stopped and rested against the wall again, shortly after becoming too antsy and walking forward slowly, though at a fraction of his original speed.

As he reached the far wall he stopped with a sigh and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against it for a moment as he tried to calm down the restless feelings inside of him, brown eyes popping open when he heard Angie move behind him.

Turning around, Derek watched as Angie pushed herself off of the wall she was resting on, taking a step forward before turning towards him, hands hanging gingerly at her sides. Derek felt a lump catch in his throat as she slowly brought her eyes up to meet his, feeling the passionate silence return at full force as they locked eyes, confused, as he had never before seen that particular look from her before. It was a mixture of determination and vulnerability, with the slightest hint of longing that caused Derek to feel as though his legs would give out on him at any minute, trying his best to hide his fear as she began slowly walking towards him, completely unsure of what she was going to do.

As she reached him, her body dangerously close to his, Derek watched Angie like a hawk as her slender hands reached up and gently latched onto his collar. Green eyes turning up towards him and her face laced with a calm collection, Angie turned her grip on his collar from gentle to firm as she quickly pushed him backward with a loud slam as his back hit the wall of the elevator. Sure that his eyes must have been bulging out of his head by that point, Derek shook as he watched a still very calm Angie move closer and closer to him, her eyes never leaving his as she turned her head upward, all the while pulling down gently on his collar. His head complied with her request and slowly dipped down until he could feel small tufts of her breath on his lips, parting his to try to breathe in a moment where he felt as though he would hyperventilate at any second. Eyes still locked, Derek could feel the aroma of her mint lip gloss on the very tip of his tongue as she breathed onto him, the millions of thoughts screaming in his mind finally silencing as he felt Angie's lips gently graze his lower one, opting to pull it into her mouth and softly nibble on it instead of kissing him as he sincerely hoped she would.

His eyes slowly blinked shut upon her touch, fighting to get a grasp on the situation as he surreptitiously stopped a groan from escaping his open mouth, her teeth slowly running over his bottom lip, every so often disappearing for her to gently suck on it instead. He stood paralyzed at her touch but feeling his body melt and give into her advances by the second, all the while wondering what could've possibly caused the shift in her. There was a pause as she gently pulled away, Derek gently blinking his eyes open to see that she was indeed looking at him, hands still firmly attached to his collar. They shared a passionate stare but it didn't last long as Angie traced one of her hands around to the back of his neck, using that and the grip on his shirt to pull his lips onto hers with a fire neither of them had ever experienced before, coupled with a lust and a love that had been building between them for quite some time.

It took a minute for Derek to get over the initial shock of how incredibly amazing it felt to share a kiss with the woman he had deemed as the love of his life, quickly rebounding as his hands raised up and grabbed onto her face, using the leverage to pull her as close to him as he could possibly manage to get her. The soft, romantic moment was soon gone, replaced by struggling to breathe, get enough of each other as humanly possible, hot, obsessive, completely enveloping kisses that left the pair nearly suffocated by one another.

Letting out a soft sigh as Derek began to gently suck on her tongue, Angie dropped her hands from his collar to his top button, unfastening it and the one underneath it and pulling open his shirt a little wider as she shoved him off of her and gently back against the wall once more. Moving forward with a lust that she found impossible to control, Angie's lips met Derek's skin just under his collarbone and continued upward, the surgeon finally losing the fight as a soft groan passed out of his mouth at the indescribable feeling. Suckling the sensitive skin on his neck, Angie continued upward slowly, her body pressed tightly against his as his loud breaths filled the air, gripping firmly onto her hips as his head extended backwards and eyes closed in the bliss she was throwing him into. His hands traced up her body as she began nibbling on his neck, leaving kisses underneath his jawline and eventually to his earlobe, which she pulled gently into her mouth with her teeth. Biting on it once, she let it go and brought her lips to his ear, her hands gently pressing against his chest as she leaned further into him and whispered the words he never in a million years thought he'd hear her say.

"I love you..."

Lips turning into a broad smile as he let out a small, indescribably happy chuckle, Derek brought his hands up to her face and pulled her close until they were nose to nose, dropping his smile in favor of a more serious expression.

"I love you, too…" he whispered back, stalling only for a second before moving forward and catching her lips again, fully welcoming the lust that was developing between them but making perfectly sure that he reflected the love he felt for her above everything else.

Soon they were on the other end of the elevator, Angie helping Derek shed his jacket as he lifted her up to sit on the bar he had been resting on earlier, his hands running under her dress and gripping the tops of her thighs firmly as they kissed, a feeling that he knew no matter how he tried, there was no way he was ever going to get enough of.

Silence, in this particular situation, was absolutely golden.

There was no way to put into words what Derek could say by running both of his hands through her hair, silky blonde locks spilling from his fingers and cascading all around them.

There was no way to say what he was feeling as he tugged on her hair and exposed her neck, dipping his head and licking all the way from the bottom of her chest to just below her ear – and there was no better way for Angie to respond than the moan she let loose and the way she raked her fingers through his hair, gripping onto it firmly and pulling him up and to her lips again.

As he had learned earlier that night, nothing Derek could say to or hear from Angie could ever replicate the feeling of holding her in his arms – caressing her face, running over her curves, pulling her closer when he remembered the times in the past that he could never do so…

The times that he laid awake at night, fighting to call her because he simply needed to hear her voice.

The times he had stopped himself from pouring his soul out to her, scared that it would make her disappear from his life.

The times when she would walk away seeing a smile on his face, but never know that once she had left that he would break down, tears running down his face at how unbelievably hard it was to have fallen so in love with her.

Sometimes, feelings are so strong, words simply cannot do them justice – and for Derek, it was the best moment of his life, getting to finally show Angie everything that she meant to him.

Loud, sporadic breaths had long taken place of anything intelligent the two could manage to say, and their skin brushing, lips meeting, and tongues slowly swirling against one another's seemed to finally resolve a matter that words could never even admit out loud. Eventually the impatience and animalism faded, replaced with the love that while hidden for so long, had always been there. Pulling back to smile lovingly at him, Angie gently brushed her nose over Derek's a few times as her hands raised up to hold his cheeks, her lips pressing against his forehead, down to his cheeks, and back to his lips again with the utmost affection.

Just as Derek put his hand through her hair again, both of them gasped loudly when the elevator kicked back to life, the blinding lights a sharp contrast to a light that had barely illuminated them enough to even see each other. A rosy tint grew on each other's cheeks as they surveyed their current situation, avoiding each other's eyes as they worked to figure out exactly what should be done. Derek's coat and tie were strewn out over the elevator floor as well as Angie's shoes, and the nurse was seated on the bar of the elevator wall, her legs slightly apart and dress hiked up to her knees. Derek was pressed against her tightly, one hand still in her hair and the other on her hip, a serious expression on his face as he stepped away from her and gently extended his hand, helping her onto her feet as he gathered their things off of the ground.

Silence flooded the small elevator as the pair collected themselves, Derek once again extending his hand outward to motion Angie forward and off the elevator into their dark suite as the doors opened. He sighed again as he walked after her, wondering just how the power outage had happened in the first place, but more importantly, what had sparked the moment they had just shared.

He found himself disinterested in that and slightly disappointed as Angie walked away and to her room, leaving Derek standing by the elevator as his room was on the opposite end of their accommodations. He simply watched her walk away before lowering his gaze to the ground, unsure of why he wasn't moving but fairly certain that unless it was with her, he didn't have any place special to be, anyway.

"Hey."

A gentle shout roused Derek's attention as he looked down the hallway, seeing Angie resting against her open doorframe, the sparkle in her eyes bright from even that far away.

"What's up?" he replied, scratching at the back of his neck as he saw her smile and then turn back to serious.

"Well…" she began, shifting her weight with a pause.

"…aren't you coming?" she finally finished, giggling as she noticed Derek's lips turn up into a smile, his body springing to life as he paced towards her with a deep, content breath. Reaching her, they stood eye to eye for a moment before she raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his passionately, holding gently onto his shirt for balance as he wrapped his arms firmly around her and pulled her as close as he could get her. With a smile as he pulled back, Derek took a deep breath as he followed Angie into her room, kicking the door shut behind them as they ducked inside together.

It was true – no matter what the issue was, Derek Stiles and Angie Thompson would never fail to talk their way through it.

But as they clearly learned that night, sometimes actions are more powerful than words can ever be.

Did they do it? Did they?!

You're probably going to say they did. You're all pervs. Shame on you. Hahahaha, just kidding. (I'm the worst out of all of you).

See you next time!