Thanks as always to everyone that was kind enough to review - you are the best!
Now, I've just watched the S6 finale...and I'm still kind of shell shocked...I think we need something light and flirty and sexy to tide us over the summer here...this story may be longer than anticipated, just to give us all a happy place to go to. (At least, I think it's a happy place LOL...)
Chapter 3 - Enjoyment isn't Always Intimacy
Meredith stood under the pulsing shower in the morning, reliving the unexpected encounter with Derek the night before. Her body tingled in remembrance, and the little stinging marks on her back reminded her forcefully how uninhibited she'd been. "Oh Meredith…you're losing your mind, getting involved with him…" she sighed, rinsing shampoo out of her hair. But she hummed to herself just the same, wondering when she would see him again. If he wanted a no-strings attached kind of affair, she was damn well going to give it to him. They were both adults, both capable of enjoying just the physical side of things…her heart wasn't going to be involved this time.
By the time she was dressed and heading to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, she could hear Izzie and Mark in the other bedroom, and she grinned to herself. They were definitely loud, and enthusiastic, and it didn't bother her as much as other times. She glanced at her watch, nearly 6 a.m. – it wouldn't be long before the two of them would be staggering into the kitchen, needing coffee and eye drops to revive themselves to face the day.
"Hey Iz," she nodded, as she sipped her own coffee fifteen minutes later. "Here…" She shoved a cup across the table, along with the plate of muffins Izzie had made the day before. Mark followed closely behind Izzie, pulling his jacket on hurriedly and he took a cup of coffee thankfully.
"Ah, thank you Meredith…you're a lifesaver…" he murmured.
"You look way too cheerful," Izzie muttered, inhaling the caffeine. "You must've had a good sleep…"
"Hmm…eventually…" Meredith said, raising her eyebrows suggestively over her coffee cup.
"Wait…you mean you saw Derek last night anyway?" Izzie asked, her eyes widening.
"Oh yeah…"
"Derek?" Mark asked, raising one eyebrow, looking at Meredith as he slathered butter on one of the muffins. "You mean the guy you were dancing with at the party?"
"Yes, Derek Shepherd…"
"Shepherd the divorce attorney?"
"Yes…one and the same. You know him?"
"Just by reputation."
"It's just for sex," Izzie told him, with a wink.
"Oh, just like us," he teased her, winking back.
"Exactly." Meredith finished her coffee. "I gotta run – so do you, Iz. Bailey's gonna be waiting."
Mark glanced at his watch. "I have early surgery too…" He stood up, and kissed Izzie on the cheek, just that casual, see you later, kind of kiss, and she squeezed his hand as he left.
"You have that look," Meredith sighed, as they cleaned up the few dishes, and filled their travel mugs with the rest of the coffee.
"What? What look?"
"That kind of dreamy, falling in love kind of look."
"I do not…I'm not falling in love," Izzie protested. "Interns don't fall in love with attendings, just like interns don't fall in love with powerful divorce lawyers…no time, Mer…."
"I'm not the one falling in love this time, and the sex was hot and dirty last night," Meredith giggled.
"Give, Meredith…I want details…"
"Sheesh…you sound like Cristina," Meredith groaned, rolling her eyes. "But it was hot…outside Joe's….in the rain…."
"Seriously? Ohmigod, Mer…just when I think you're boring, you rise…" Izzie grinned at her friend, as they hurried outside to her Jeep. "Are you seeing him again?"
"Oh I think so…I'm going to use him just the way he thinks he wants me to…"
"That sounds kind of cold."
"Just sex, Izzie…just sex…"
Derek sat in the big easy chair in his partner's office. He steepled his fingers together, thinking about Meredith.
"You have that look…" Addison commented, looking over her glasses at him.
"What look?"
"That little smirk that means you've met a new woman...or should I say 'fucked' a new woman…"
"Oh, I have…."
"Does it ever get old for you…?"
"I enjoy women, Addi…I don't deny it…"
"Enjoying isn't the same as intimacy."
"And intimacy isn't always enjoyment…" Derek countered.
"How would you know? You never stick with one woman long enough to find out," Addison pointed out. She knew Derek well enough, having gone to law school with him, and then starting the firm with him. Oh they had their little fling too, but that was a long time ago, and things were different now. "I think you need to meet a woman that's your equal, make you realize what it's like." She tapped her pen thoughtfully against the papers on her desk.
"I'm hurt, Addison. I'm capable of being sincere."
Addison stifled a laugh, her emerald eyes full of mirth. "You…Derek Shepherd, sincere? What color is the sky in your world?"
"Why do I even talk to you?" he groaned, getting to his feet. "I admit, she's not the same as the rest of the women I've dated, and yet she's completely willing to have a no-strings attached affair…"
"Well, maybe she is more your equal than I realized…I'll keep the Scotch on hand for when she dumps you…" She smirked at Derek's expression, before he walked away.
"Not gonna happen, Addi…" he retorted, as he headed out the door.
"Oh I can't wait…" she murmured, still smirking as she returned to her notes.
Before lunch at SGH, Meredith was paged to the nurse's station, where a large bouquet of roses was drawing attention, and a little group of nurses was admiring the velvety soft flowers. "Oh, look…Dr. Grey…!" Olivia called out, waving the card. "These are for you!"
"What?" She exchanged a look with Meredith, taking the little envelope. "Oh my god…from Derek…" She clapped one hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide with surprise.
"Seriously?" Izzie snatched the card away, and read the scrawled message. "Oohh…he likes you…"
"Just sex," Meredith reminded her, taking the bouquet along with her to the locker room. "And he wants more, so he's sucking up."
"And you're still willing to go along with this?"
"Maybe…we'll see how far he's willing to go…" Meredith winked.
"How far who is willing to go where?" Cristina demanded, charging through the locker room door and catching the tail end of the conversation. "What did I miss?"
"Meredith's got a lover…" Izzie commented, with a sing song lilt to her voice.
"What?" Cristina's eyebrows rose dramatically. "That is so unfair…it's been so long since I've been laid, I forgot what it's like…"
"But you got to scrub in on that last cardiac surgery…you always said that's as good as sex…" Izzie pointed out, tying her hair back.
"Don't give me that," Cristina sighed. "You and McSteamy fuck like bunnies…you're not deprived either."
Izzie giggled. "I have to agree there."
"So, who are you seeing, Meredith? Tell me it's some studly firefighter…"
"Mmmhmmm…he's a lawyer…"
"Oh puh-lease…a lawyer? Are you outta your mind?"
"No…"
"He sent her flowers…"
"Seriously?"
Meredith nodded. "He's just sucking up…I'm not falling for him. I've had my heart broken so many times I stopped keeping track…it's just for sex this time…"
"You saw him at the party," Izzie whispered to Cristina, as they walked out of the locker room, to where Dr. Bailey waited for them. "The one Meredith was all over…"
"Oohh…that one…you go girl…" Cristina smirked, just before Bailey gave them a look that effectively silenced their gossip.
Meredith smiled to herself. Oh yeah, she was going with this one all right.
At the end of the evening, she juggled her keys and a cup of coffee in her hands as she struggled to open the front door. Izzie was working a late shift, and then staying over with Mark, so the house would be quiet. Blissfully quiet, Meredith smirked.
"Need some help?"
"Ack…!" Meredith whirled around, nearly dropping her coffee in the process. "Shit, Derek…you scared the crap outta me! Do you have to sneak up on people?"
He leaned closer, a devilish grin on his lips. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to scare you." He took the keys from her hands and opened the locks, pushing the door open. They stepped inside, his hand at her arm. "I tried to call you…but your voicemail is full…"
"Crap, I keep meaning to check that…" she confessed, fumbling around for the light. She fell back against him, against the solid muscle beneath the elegant suit he wore. He grabbed her arms to steady her, and they stood close together in the dim light of the front hallway. The sudden contact of their bodies jolted through Meredith, and she could feel his muscular body tight against her very intimately. Before she could say anything else, he had her in his arms, kissing her hard. Her lips parted easily, and he hungered for more of her mouth. With a soft growl, he gathered her closer and kissed her harder. He moved her back towards the door and pressed her up against it. Capturing her hands, he raised her arms and pinned her back. His mouth ravaged hers, and then explored her throat as she ground her hips up against him.
His mouth found the warm skin on her chest, and the tops of her breasts that swelled from the scoop neck of her sweater. Her breathing quickened, the sudden wetness between her legs making her writhe against him. He kissed her mouth again, their tongues probing harder. A tremor went along her spine as he let her hands go, and pulled the sweater over her head, so that he was able to bury his face between her breasts. Meredith gasped and arched towards him, her hands in his hair. Her feet fought for traction on the smooth tile floor as they continued to grope and kiss.
Frantically, she pulled at the buttons on his shirt, popping them open so that she could touch him. His hands were on the waistband of her jeans, pulling the zipper down and sliding them down her hips, her silky thong going down with them. The moment his fingers made contact with her wetness, she felt a small climax shoot through her and it left her trembling against his hand. Then his fingers were inside of her, and she whimpered and ground herself into him for more. She clung to him as the spasms rocked her body. With shaking hands, she reached for him. "Derek…" she started to say, but he placed his finger over her lips.
"Shh…is there anyone else home?" he asked, as he lifted her up easily.
Meredith shook her head silently, winding her arms around his neck.
"Good…" he grinned, carrying her over to the sofa. "Let's not waste this opportunity then…you're all mine for now," he whispered, then lowered his head and kissed Meredith's forehead, her eyelids and down to her lips. Then he rained kisses again to the hollow of her throat, feeling the wild beating of her pulse. His fingers found the softer skin of her belly and along the top edge of the thong. Then his lips were on her breasts, and he flicked his tongue against the erect nipples, while he pushed the lace out of the way.
Meredith whimpered and arched her back, needing more and more, as Meredith undid the bra clasp to reveal more flesh to his touch. He cupped both breasts together and feathered little kisses across them both, feeling Meredith's breath coming faster as her hips pushed higher against him. He could sense her warm wetness, and he moved his mouth lower to taste her there. "Oh God, Derek, don't stop," she moaned, writhing up to meet his searching tongue. Her whole body was tingling from the want she felt, and he licked and teased her clit, tongue and fingers both bringing her close to edge several times. Crying and shaking, Meredith pushed up harder against his mouth. He lifted his head and their eyes met, and he enjoyed the sight of her flushed skin, as he slid his fingers deeper into her. "Oh my God, MORE!" she demanded, spreading wider for him. She finally screamed and arched her back up even higher and lost total control, the depth of her orgasm washing over her.
Meredith opened her eyes and looked up, as Derek moved towards her to kiss her deeply, and she tasted her own wetness on his lips. He made a low growl of male need in his throat and sat up again, and pulled his shirt away. He couldn't stand not being able to feel her warm flesh against his own any longer. The touch of their naked skin was like an electric current, and he felt on fire as Meredith ran her hands down his chest. His cock was swollen and aching so badly at that moment he could barely think of anything but getting her mouth there. Pulling away, he stood up and shed the rest of his clothes, and then lowered himself back down on top of her. He took both of her wrists, pinning her arms above her head, and he took his belt and tied her hands together.
"Derek, what are you doing…" she whispered, but her words trailed off as he moved up her body until she was able to take him in her mouth. His own body was shaking as her tongue traced circles around the shaft, and then the head of his cock, teasing and stroking. Her tiny teeth grazed him lightly and he felt the start of his own orgasm tingling already. Before he lost it, he made himself back away from her lips, and slid himself in between her breasts, which he pressed together. He slid slowly himself back and forth between the warm flesh, now wet from sweat. He leant down to kiss her again as he continued to thrust against her. She wanted to touch him, but couldn't wiggle free of the belt, and she arched up higher, her tongue meeting his again.
"Damn, Meredith…" he muttered, sitting up quickly to pull her into his lap, so that she straddled him. Her breath was lost, as he thrust upwards, deep inside of her, and she was able to slide her arms around his neck and hold onto him. She wrapped her legs around him and he drove into her again, holding her mouth captive. They rocked together, and she met his every thrust eagerly, anxious for the release that was ready to explode. Faster and harder they moved together, his lips on hers, until the fever engulfed them, their bodies slick with sweat. She was shaken to her core from the intensity, and she was limp in his arms as he kissed her temple. "So fucking good, Meredith…god…the way you make me feel…"
Finally, she was able to move, and he loosened her hands from the belt and laid her back down on the cushions, his body across hers possessively. He stroked her hair as she caught her breath. "You make me a little crazy…" she giggled, her body still throbbing from the sensations, and a little shocked at what they just did.
"Nothin' wrong with being crazy sometimes," he murmured lazily. "That's always been my principle..."
"We need food," she sighed, and she managed to wiggle out from beneath him before he could grab her back against him. She picked his shirt up from the floor, and put it on, heading towards the kitchen, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Are you coming?" Again, it struck her that he was so totally at ease in his own body, lying naked on the sofa, with that masculine look of satisfaction on his face.
Derek propped himself up on one elbow, giving her a wicked grin. "I thought we just did, honey..." he teased her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Smart ass...!" she called out, sauntering into the kitchen, certain he would follow her...