His hands clumsily tugged at her shirt. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue. He pressed his body up against hers, her back hitting the wall behind her. She grunted as the cold wall touched her hot skin.
It's the calming before the storm,
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm.
When you wake up hungover,
You wish you were sober.
She fiddled with his belt, then his pants' zipper. She didn't want to wait anymore.
He kissed his way down her neck, then down her chest. Every kiss sent shivers through her body. This wasn't supposed to be happening. This was so against the rules.
I've danced with the devil,
And dreamed with the demons.
Fell asleep with debt,
Then fell short of breath.
He had managed to get almost all of her clothes off, along with his, without her even noticing. The only articles of clothing left were the last barriers between them. Barriers he was going to break if she gave him the chance.
Just be pretty but nave,
Anything you hear is what you believe.
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head.
"God, I love you," he panted. The words bounced around in her head. They weren't lies, but she knew that it was wrong for him to say these things to her. Tonight, she didn't care. Tonight, she was going to have some fun.
It's the low before the high.
It's been so long you thought you would die.
When you wake up hungover,
You wish you were sober.
Before she could think, the barriers were gone. He moved them over to her bed. She fell backwards, and he fell on top of her. His lips hungrily searched for hers in the darkness.
'Cuz we've been falling apart,
Built to crumble from the start.
I'm a cold metal machine,
And I'll do things you've never seen.
They were one, once again. It had felt like it had been forever. They were clinging to one another as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Moving together slowly at first, taking this in. This was probably never going to happen again.
And what they don't tell you in church is
Saints are sinners too.
She felt it building up inside, she was ready for her release, "Derek," she moaned.
"Meredith," he panted. He pushed back into her one last time before they both fell. They fell together over the edge, into the warm darkness. "I love you, so much." He rolled beside her and kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her middle.
She was half wrapped in the sheets of her bed, he head still spinning. She was completely exhausted and momentarily content, "I love you, too."
She wanted to sleep, but couldn't stop thinking about how when morning came, he would be gone. He would go back to being her married friend, and she would once again become his dark and twisty intern.
This had happened a few times now. They knew it was wrong, but it was too much to fight. Each time they weren't sure if it was going to be their last time together, but they always held each other as if it would be.
He looked down to see her staring up at him, "You should go to sleep, Mere."
"I don't want to go to sleep."
"Why not?" He kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled into his chest.
"Because, if I were to fall asleep, morning would come a lot faster and you would be gone. I don't want you leave." Her words cut through him like a knife. He hated that he was doing this to her.
"I know. Why do you think I'm still awake? If this is the last time I see you like this, I would beat myself up for not taking in every moment of you here in my arms."
"Then don't leave. Stay with me," she begged.
"Mere, I can't. I have a wife at home."
Meredith took in a deep breath. She knew that. She knew that this shouldn't be happening, but she couldn't help but want more.
They both spent the night awake, just enjoying the long, perfect night. It was something they may never happen again, but they could never be sureā¦.
