The Flood
Derek sighed as he felt warm water cascading down his body, drenching him from head to toe. He let the water run for several minutes, revelling in the nice feeling of warmth. Once he'd soaked himself completely, he turned off the shiny knob of the shower head and reached for his shampoo. He began working it into his hair, roughly kneading his scalp. He moaned in bliss and it left him to revel in a feeling of utter contentedness…gone was the disastrous day at Seattle Grace with its flooded OR's and a ranting Chief. After he was done with his shower, Derek washed away the suds before reaching for one of Meredith's fluffy towels which were hanging on a nearby hook. Rubbing himself dry, he wrapped one towel securely around his waist before opening the glass shower door. He quickly got dressed in a simple, light blue striped shirt, untucked with sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans. He glanced at his watch and moaned impatiently, Meredith wouldn't be home for at least an hour. Derek glanced longingly at the bed but then decided to go downstairs and wait for her. Standing in the middle of the living room he gazed contentedly around, nodding approvingly; Meredith's house already felt like home. Walking across the room, he knelt down in front of the wooden cabinet and opened one of its glass doors.
Shaking her head, Meredith grabbed her black, wool coat and left the hospital while Doctor Wyatt's words rifled through her mind. Had she been right? Meredith herself had decided she was all whole and healed now…but was she really? Or would she still be in need of therapy and should she tell Derek about it? Meredith bit her bottom lip and pushed down the gas pedal. She couldn't wait to get home. Now alone in her car, she felt trapped in a moving tin with only her thoughts for company…and she surely didn't like what she was thinking! After fifteen minutes or so, Meredith saw the sign of the road upon she lived and she sighed in relief.
When Meredith stepped up the porch, she noticed Izzie. She was sitting on the wooden, rocking bench in front of the house, drinking a glass of scotch and looking a bit sad. "Hey…are you OK? Meredith said while she stepped closer. Slowly like a mechanical toy, Izzie raised her head and glanced at Meredith. "You know…I'm happy for you…I am…I'm really happy for you and Derek and that you guys are moving forward…I'm…!" Izzie paused and stared straight ahead. When she spoke again, Meredith heard the sadness in her voice. "I don't know how it happened that I don't have anyone…" She averted her gaze back at Meredith. "I don't have anyone!" Meredith stepped forward and sat down next to Izzie. "It's not true Iz…it's not true!" Izzie let out a soft chuckle but then they heard footsteps on the porch. Alex turned around the corner and glanced at the two women, one of which he knew, he'd hurt deeply…and more than once. Maybe it was time for him to make a fresh start. Alex took in a deep breath and thought of what he'd told his patient that afternoon. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hello!" He gazed at Izzie and she stared back than Alex turned and walked into the house. Meredith briefly placed her hand on Izzie's arm and then stood to confront Derek. Izzie and Alex were family and he had absolutely no right to kick them out!
Meredith entered the living room, trying hard to hide the anger that now sparked up in her body. It wasn't much successful but at least she tried. Derek was sitting in front of her mother's wooden cabinet. "I've found your mother's vintage martini set," he said while he put the glass shaker back and closed the glass doors.
"They're my family…you cannot assume I'm gonna kick my family out…and you don't get to announce it to them and ambush me and you definitely don't get to try to get Christina on your side…they're my family…they're who I have…you and them!" Meredith heard the sharpness in her voice, hating it. Was she driving him away…again? She almost felt the bottom drop out of her stomach but to her surprise Derek nodded. "OK!" He walked past her and sat down on the couch. "OK?" Meredith sounded surprised and uncertain. Was Derek agreeing with her? He tilted his head and looked at her. "I like to talk about it again but…when you're ready! But for now…OK!" Meredith stepped forward and let her coat glide from her shoulders. She smiled timidly and sat down between Derek's knees. "So you still love me?"
"Meredith!" Derek slowly shook his head and smiled lovingly. "Yes!" He murmured while he tenderly nuzzled her neck. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed gently. Meredith giggled and she rolled her eyes heavenward. Doctor Wyatt was wrong. This had been their first fight and everything was fine…she was still happy! She slowly withdrew from Derek's embrace and looked into his blue eyes. She almost melted into a pool of longing and relaxed against his body. "You're so nice and warm," she purred while she snuggled even closer. Derek's hand ran over Meredith's hair and he rested his chin on the top of her head. "I love you so much Mere," he whispered in her ear. Meredith smiled softly. "I love you too," she replied while she pulled Derek's head down for a kiss. "We've come a long way Derek," she whispered dreamily. Derek nodded. "And I want us to keep going…" he whispered, brushing his lips against her cheek…"but slowly," he then added. Meredith was his destination, Derek knew. She always had been…he just had to give her more time. His hands stilled at the small of her back while hers were wrapped around his waist. They broke for a second to breathe and then kissed again…more passionately. "Mere…," Derek breathed hoarsely, his breath ragged. "Let's go upstairs!" He lovingly fondled Meredith's cheek, his gaze dark with passion. Meredith smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. "Yeah, she nodded. "Take me to bed!" As Derek looked into Meredith's green eyes, shimmering with the reflected light of his own desire, he knew it was alright. Pulling Meredith off the couch, Derek caught her as she fell into his arms. His mouth claimed Meredith's and he scooped her into his arms to carry her upstairs to their bedroom. Inside, Derek took her mouth again. Parting her lips with his tongue, he pushed into Meredith's warmth, stealing her breath and making it his own. Her moans fed his hunger and his body hummed with an almost electrical charge. He pulled his head back to look at Meredith and she softly whispered. "I need you Derek."
"Oh yes," he swallowed. "I need you too…so much." Fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt and Meredith had them undone in seconds. Derek pulled Meredith's sweater over her head and cupped a lace-covered breast. His thumb and forefinger circled her nipple again and again, tweaking, teasing, tugging until she writhed beneath him, arching her head back against the mattress and moving into Derek's touch; silently demanding more…and he gave it to her. Gave it to them both. He trailed hot, damp kisses down the length of her neck and across her chest until he was stopped by the lacy barrier of Meredith's bra. His deft fingers flicked the front closure with an expert snap and instantly her breasts were exposed to his gaze. He ran his hand across the smooth, soft flesh and felt her nipple harden against his palm. Then Derek dipped his head and took Meredith's nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. She trembled and Derek scraped his teeth across the hardened bud until Meredith twisted anxiously in his grasp. Then his lips closed around her and he tasted her and with the tasting, he tortured them both until even his own head spun from the dizzying sensations swirling through him.
"Derek," Meredith whispered brokenly and he lifted his head to look into her eyes. "Derek, I need you. I need you inside me. Now…Oh, please, now."
"I need you too," Derek replied, his voice thick with the need strangling him. He released Meredith to strip out of his clothes, tossing the shirt and jeans over his shoulder onto the floor. Meredith moved just as quickly, peeling her bra off, then slipping her hands beneath the waistband of her jeans but when she pulled them off, Derek stopped her. Moving to kneel between her legs, he whispered. "Let me," and Meredith nodded.
Derek's fingers curled beneath the denim fabric and slowly…slowly, he pulled them and her panties down the length of her legs. Every inch of skin he exposed, he kissed, branding her body with the heat of his mouth and with the swipe of his tongue…his sweet tongue. When he felt, Meredith couldn't stand the slow torture any longer, he yanked her jeans off and tossed them aside. His gaze swept over her naked body and everything inside him went hot. His hands ached for her. His body throbbed to become a part of her. Meredith lifted her arms, reaching for him and Derek leaned over her, loving the feel of her hands on his skin. He felt the pressure of each one of her fingers as she smoothed her palms up and down his spine, then up and around to his shoulders and chest. When Meredith flicked her thumbnail across his flat nipple, he shuddered and caught her hand. Twisting his head, he planted a tender kiss in the palm of her hand, and then he released her and eased back, out of her reach. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he let his hands explore her. Two fingers slid into her warmth and delved deep. Meredith lifted her hips in response and she clasped the sheets, as if searching for something to hold on to. She watched him watch her. His gaze dark, his mouth tight and he almost flinched when she moaned his name and rocked against his hand. Again and again, Derek's fingers moved in and out of her body, and she felt how she opened to him, welcomed him. His fingertips worked her sensitive flesh until she trembled in anticipation of his next stroke. The next caress. Her hips rose and fell with the rhythm Derek set. Meredith's heartbeat pounded and thundered in her chest until all she heard was the roaring of her own blood in her ears. Suddenly Derek took his hands from her but before Meredith could protest, he lifted her body and took her with his mouth. His lips closed over her most delicate flesh and his tongue explored her damp heat with long, quick strokes that fed the flames licking at her inner core.
Meredith twisted in his grasp, her head moving from side to side, her gaze locked on him, watching him take her. "Derek," she managed to whisper on a half moan. "Oh, Derek, please don't stop."
Derek lifted his head long enough to meet her gaze and he grinned, "Not a chance." Then his fingers curled into the soft flesh of her firm ass, gripping her tightly as he bent to reclaim her. His lips, his tongue, his teeth drove her into a frenzy that quickened her heart even more. Meredith felt her climax coming. From somewhere deep within her body, she felt the tightening, the growing pulsing ache and she fought against it. She wanted this to last forever. But Derek was determined. His tongue swirled over and around her sensitive bud while he slipped two fingers into her depths again and this time, Meredith couldn't hold it off. The first wave hit her so hard that she called his name in a choked-off cry. Her hips bucked in his grasp. She forced herself to keep her eyes open and locked on him as the second wave carried her over the edge of need into the well of completion.
Before Meredith's body had stopped trembling, Derek slowly pushed inside her. She moaned and looked up into his eyes. He braced his hands on either side of her head and delved deeper, thrusting himself so far into her body that she was sure she felt him touch her heart. Her legs locked around his middle, pinning him to her, holding him captive inside her. So familiar, she thought. So … right.
"I want you," Derek whispered hoarsely, locking his gaze with hers. Meredith smiled but a moment later, she closed her eyes in delight as Derek started thrusting inside her. He led her in a dance as old as time…a frantic, pulsing rhythm, demanding to be fed. Meredith clung to Derek's shoulders, tightened her legs around his hips and moving with him, silently giving him all he'd given her. A swirl of sensation coiled within her and she felt the tension in her body mount again. She moved into him, matching him stroke for stroke, kissing him, touching him, chasing that wild, indescribable feeling. Wanting it again and again. Be one with him when the magic took him too. And when at last it came in a crashing blow, it took them both. Derek shouted her name and cradled Meredith tight in his arms when he spilled himself in her.
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Derek awoke around six the next morning to find Meredith almost crushed under him. He lifted himself off her at one. "Mmmm…don't. Please…stay!" A sleepy Meredith raised her arms above her head and stretched. Her breasts rubbed against Derek's chest, soft and inviting. "I was squashing you," Derek gently laid his hand on Meredith's rib cage, indulging in the feel of her sleep-warmed skin. Meredith giggled and sighed. "I don't mind…it's nice…you're like a sexy blanket!" Derek's throat turned dry at the sight of Meredith's naked body and the way she smelled in the morning after a night of hot sex. He leaned closer and Meredith let him push her onto her back, more than ready for some morning sex but than there was a soft knock on the door. Derek silently cursed but grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his already growing erection. "Yes?"
"Oh," Izzie stood in front of the door and chuckled than she smiled. "Love the outfit!" Derek rolled his eyes and sighed. He silently hoped Meredith soon would be ready to let go of her room mates.
More will come in the next episode…
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