"Mere..." an elated grin preening across Derek's cheeks. Honey-blonde tresses sprawled against his glittering irises as the woman straddling his lap lined the flesh of his neck with love-bites. The couple tucked away in a cot located in the infamous on-call room. The romantic escapade they'd each endured almost two weeks ago couldn't have been going any smoother. Even though Meredith had explicitly explained she wanted their relationship kept on the low as she wouldn't want to be bombarded by pesky subordinates, Derek relished the secluded bubble they were nestled in, for the time being at least.
"I said no talking." Her voice muffled against the dip in his collarbone.
She'd certainly kept her word on the "no sex" behest she'd conducted moments after he'd sloppily trudged them into her home. Derek wasn't a horny fifteen year old, even if the slightest glances at Meredith's figure brought naughty images to his mind, he could respect her plead and give her the space she needed. He wasn't a complete moron, he knew Meredith was just nervous about the entire ordeal. They'd endured sexual activity so many times as nothing more than a couple of hormonal co-workers. Yet, this was a completely different level of intimacy they were reaching. Meredith was damaged in an emotional sense and most likely wasn't ready to commit herself to a carnal invitation of 'love making' to Derek Shepherd.
And that was perfectly alright with Derek. He could pull on his big boy trousers and wait for the woman he loved to get ready.
Meredith's fingers trickled to Derek's raven hued curls, raking the tips of her nails against his scalp. A low throaty grunt sifted between Derek's lips, indicating he took a liking to her actions. "No really, Meredith."
"Do you want me to stop?" She lifted her head from the crook of Derek's neck, contorting her brows together. Green meshed with blue. The irked expression Meredith carried only moments ago faded off into oblivion and the crinkle in her forehead softened. "What's wrong?"
Derek sighed heavily, entwining his fingers into the whirl of lavender scented hair sprouting from his girlfriends scalp. Oh how he adored the aroma of lavender. "It's nothing you did. It's just something I've kind of been itching to get off my chest." Meredith almost instantly rustled away from Derek's crotch, propping her body up against each of her elbows. Her neck craned, locking eyes with his own. She was an exotic woman. Rare and complicated to figure out, especially deciphering her mood. Luckily for him, her emerald orbs happened to be the gates to her soul. Just by taking a quick peak at her eyes, he could read her in an instant. The lust and desire filling her soul only a few seconds ago had washed away and an expression of curiosity and confusion filled inward.
"It's nothing bad." He reassuringly added, fearing she'd conjure the wrong idea he'd set in stone. "Actually, you're most likely going to think it's silly." Derek jerked, chuckling lightly.
Meredith curled her hand around Derek's bicep, squeezing his muscle reassuringly. "Come on spit it out, I promise I won't make fun of you and scorch your overbearing ego." He scoffed at the comment, shoving her to the side in a playful manner.
"Shut the hell up, my ego is not that big. In fact I believe yours is far larger than mine, Dr. Grey." He found a cynical pleasure in tormenting Meredith in ways such as that one. She didn't take commentary like that lightly, especially from Derek. Her temper was a ticking time bomb and he knew this, but the miniature demolitions were definitely worth the way her nostrils flared and the way anger licked flames across her neck and face.
Meredith grimaced at him, whipping his arm with her tiny ineffectual hand. "Do you want to ask me your pondering question or conduct a world war three over who's ego is bigger?"
"Well you are the one who brought it up." He countered, bouncing each of his brows rhythmically to tease her. She giggled at the gesture. Oh man how he freaking loved that giggle. By far his favorite noise in the whole world, other than her moans of pleasure that is, that came to a pretty close second. She rolled her eyes in a tried and true nonetheless Meredith Grey fashion before curling next to him. Her head nuzzled against the nape of his neck, awaiting to hear the question he'd prepared for her. "Can I take you on a date? I mean our little dates in on-call rooms and me stopping by your house after a shift is nice and all but," he paused, shifting to his side. "I want to have a real date. Where I pick you up and we go out to a restaurant together." The corner of his lip twitched upward.
Meredith blinked a couple of times and Derek assumed she was collecting her thoughts. He didn't know much about her past for sure but it didn't take a rocket scientist to conclude she most likely had not been on a 'date' in a while. "I-I thought we agreed on keeping this thing we have going private." Her tone hushed and weary. Derek figured when she'd asked him to keep the relationship a secret he'd thought she just enjoyed their little bubble together. Now however, he wondered if there were other reasons behind her request. Meredith Grey wasn't one to care for anyone's opinion, he'd realized that long ago.
Baffled by her response, he grasped her hand in his own. "It doesn't have to be somewhere near the hospital if that's what you're worried about. Come on Mere, how can we be a couple if you won't even let me take you out on a date?"
She gazed at him through lidded eyelids, moving her hand to the tip of the 'V' neckline on his navy scrubs. "Fine. If it means that much to you. We can go to some fancy restaurant and you can tell me how pretty I look in my dress while I flaunt over how exquisite the meal is."
"Are you mocking my idea of a perfect date?" He coerced and immediately he recognized the sneaky expression her orbs held within. The gates to her soul.
"Don't expect me to order a salad and pretend I don't know what the hell a steak is." She winked at him, shifting off of the twin bed she and Derek had been resting on for the last half hour. The springs under the mattresses creaked in distress as Meredith's weight shifted to the edge.
Derek laughed. A euphoric one at that. Meredith was his breath of fresh air. A completely different breed of 'women' for sure, beating the stereotypical gorgeous blonde motif. He'd been drowning, down under for so long it's like he'd forgotten how to breathe. Yet she'd saved him and he couldn't be anymore thankful for that. A buzzing noise distracted Derek from his day dreams and he'd realized once back to reality it had been his pager.
"I've gotta go, Mere." His expression crumpled and working on a brain was the last thing he wanted to be doing at this very moment. He leaned forward, meshing his lips to hers for a brilliant lip lock. No tongue, but passionate and steamy at the least. He enjoyed keeping Meredith wanting more. "I'll see you at seven tonight, okay?"
Meredith nodded, planting a few pecks across the corner of Derek's lip. "Mm alright. Have fun with your neuro case." He grunted, snatching his white lab coat that had been carelessly slumped to the floor forty five minutes ago when he'd first entered the on-call room.
His consult was easy to say the least. Boring could have been a better term to describe the scenario however without cases such as these it wouldn't be neuro. Just a simple brain bleed. He'd done a ton of them and he knew the procedure by heart. Kinda like riding a bike, he just understood how to do it with ease.
"So who do you think it is?" Chimed a nurse, gossiping with a few others by the nurses station.
Derek was familiar with the daily rumors and secrets zooming around this hospital. This place seemed to hold more secrets than the witness protection program. He snickered to himself lightly. "What if Seattle Grace was actually a secret witness protection program?" His conscience tended to take him to odd places at times he itched for enlightenment, but that thought was certainly a new one.
He ran a hand through his darkened curls, glancing back over to the chatty nurses who seemed to be discreetly staring at him. Derek jibed closer to the cluster of nurses. Curiosity took its toll and he knew the women were gossiping about him. He just didn't know what they were conveying.
"Who knows, maybe he doesn't have one." Rasped a short and plump nurse he'd recognized from a few of his surgeries she'd scrubbed in on.
A blonde one chortled and another brunette snorted like a pig. "Oh come on, you know that sack of eye candy has someone up his sleeve. I mean when he first got here he was nothing more than an antisocial freak who sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria. Now he marches around like he owns the place. Someone has definitely gotten into his pants." The nurse smirked turning back to the chart she'd been working on moments earlier.
"Maybe it's Dr. Grey."
Derek felt his heart skip a beat. There was no way they could know Meredith was the woman who had his heart wrapped around their finger. Even if he desired to shout it from the rooftops that Meredith Grey was his, he respected her and wouldn't want anyone knowing unless she wanted them to.
"She's been nicer lately and nearly not as bitchy. Maybe they've gotten together and rubbed off on another." The women finished.
The skinny blonde shook her head. "No way. Medusa is too much a bitch to be with a guy. Plus Dr. McDreamy is probably dating some model just as beautiful as he is. He wouldn't go for mediocre Grey." The clot of women chortled like a pack of monkeys at the blondes commentary.
Derek's blood coiled within and he was sure a big bright vein was popping out on his forehead. Those women didn't know Meredith, his Meredith. She wasn't a cold hearted beast, she was authoritative and took no ones bullshit. She had a heart a beautiful one at that. Meredith had walls, lots of them, and as unfortunate as it was no one seemed to understand that. Instead they leaped to the conclusion of she being nothing more than a woman with rattlesnakes for hair that turned individuals into rock hard stone.
He wouldn't have said a word. Derek would have walked off and pretended he'd never listened to the conversation. But they'd questioned Meredith's beauty. Her appearance. Those nurses made it sound like she was an Alien from the planet Neptune or something. She was flawless to Derek. At times he felt he wasn't good enough for her. That Meredith Grey was far out of his league when it came to beauty. She was gorgeous and he sure as hell wanted everyone else around him to know that as well.
"Don't any of you women have anything pleasant to say? This is a hospital not a lunch table where secrets and rumors slew around. Every day I walk by you four and nothing but lies and revolting comments fly out of your mouths. You aren't to judge anyone's appearance or personality ever again or so help me I will have all of you fired in an instant." His jaw clenched tight and he felt empowered. "By the way, I don't think any of my personal affairs concern you, now do they?" The clot of ladies shook their heads so fast they could have developed whiplash.
Derek grinned, his bright irises narrowing at them. "Glad we have an understanding. It was lovely chatting with you all." With a wink and a satisfied sigh, he trod down the corridor feeling high and mighty.
Derek fished his phone out of the pocket of his scrub pants, deciding now would be a good time to make the reservations for his romantic evening with Meredith. He was a romantic. A hopeless one at that. He thrived on bouquets of red roses, chocolate in the form of a heart, and candle lit dinners by a perfect view. Deep down, Derek realized Meredith was most likely allergic to the lovey-dovey escapades he conjured in his mind. But for the moment he'd like to pretend everything in his life was just the way he wanted it.
He hurdled right into a fellow co-worker, obviously paying far more attention to the date he'd planned with his girlfriend rather than paying attention. A slew of notes blanketed the speckled flooring and a muffled "great." hissed from the redhead standing parallel to Derek.
"I'm so sorry." He divulged sincerely. It surely hadn't been the first time he'd been wrapped up in some sort of 'who can knock down who first' indulgence.
The woman lifted her head and right off the bat he recognized her. Dr. April Kepner. She being another one to pile onto the list of people he'd knocked down like a set of bowling pins. "I guess we both have a thing for bumping into one another, huh?" He chuckled for only a few seconds, handing her the stack of papers he'd caused her to drop.
"O-Oh it's fine Dr. Shepherd, don't worry about it." Before Derek even had a chance to blink she'd zipped down the walkway and turned down the corner. Dr. Kepner ignored him on the daily basis. No matter how many times Derek had tried to come up with some sort of solution to get her to like him, none of his tactics had received a successful outcome. He shrugged to himself, twisting back around to head off to the O.R. to perform his brain bleed surgery.
6:58 PM
The numbers displayed across the screen of his cellphone. In truth, he felt ridiculous for showing up at Meredith's house so early. In fact he'd arrived seven minutes ago but felt he was pushing it if he were to lay a knock on her front door too early. So for the last five minutes he drove around the neighborhood in repetitive circles. He prayed a few times, hoping this evening would be just as perfect as the one they'd had two weeks ago. He wasn't expecting anything from her after the date, sex being the main item on that menu. Sure, he'd go for it if she wanted to but without her consent, little Derek would be staying inside for the night.
Three knocks. He knocked three separate times on her door. Derek's foot tapped anxiously against the pavement of her front porch. He thought Meredith needed a welcome mat resting in front of the entrance. Hell, he thought her house needed a lot of things. He shoved each of his hands into the front pockets of his blazer, inexplicably nervous. Derek had never ventured anywhere with his woman other than Seattle Grace and her home. He'd yet to take her to his humble abode, yet she'd never asked and in the pit of his gut he found relief of that thought.
The creaking of the front door drew his attention back into reality only to be thrown back to cloud nine after catching sight of Meredith. "Hey." She flashed him a quick smile, tugging at the hem of her dress.
If he were a bastard, Derek would have with no doubt about it, pushed Meredith back into the house and fucked her right there on the floor of her living room. She was beautiful before, now she was gorgeous. This was supermodel Meredith, extra sexy addition. He skimmed her head to toe, taking in every detail dressing her figure. His suit and tie was a Honda Civic compared to her Lamborghini.
"Holy." Derek couldn't stop himself before the word spilled out of his mouth like vomit. Blush inflamed his skin and suddenly he felt like a moron. "I um, you, you're outfit." He stuttered uncontrollably which was weird for him, he never had any trouble communicating to Meredith Grey. "You look beautiful." Considering she made no snarky comment at his slip up, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.
"You too." Meredith winked and her emerald orbs twinkled in the moonlight. "So," she started, closing and locking the door behind her. "Where the hell are we going?" Meredith linked her arm around Derek's, walking at a snails rate to his Porsche Cayenne parked at the curb of her street.
"Sorry." Meredith commented, before he had a chance to reply to her question. "I'm not a heels girl." Another reason Meredith was his breath of fresh air, she wasn't like most girls. Most girls were fluent in the language of heel strutting; Meredith the exception and Derek admired her diversity.
"Maybe I should just carry you around for the night." Their chortles mingled and created a melody together.
Meredith reached the passenger side of his car, pulling on the black handle lightly to tug the door open. "Hmm, you know I'm a woman who prefers to do things on her own." The couple slid into the car cabin, settling before Derek pushed in the 'start' button of his vehicle. The Porsche purred softly and Derek grinned to himself, secretly in love with his car.
"Oh yes, you've told me how many times? A thousand?" He made a small U-turn around the block and sailed out of Meredith's street.
He was focused on the road but he knew Meredith had rolled her eyes. "Ha. Ha. Funny, Derek. Now stop beating around the bush and tell me where you're Kidnapping to!"
"It's not Kidnapping if you agree to it."
"Derek!" She hissed. "Stop walking around the subject!"
"It's a surprise." He could sense her annoyance from across the console not even needing to take a look at her.
"I didn't take you as Porsche man." Meredith coerced, leaning against the armrest.
Derek sighed contently, relaxing into the black interior of his seat. "I didn't take myself as one, either." Derek had never been a man to care about the finer things in life. He'd been content for a while back in New York with his 2004 Land Rover and the small loft he lived in. He'd relished in the rich lifestyle before, living in a Manhattan home with a fancy car and a fancy private practice. He'd found new meaning to his life once he ditched the private practice and began a new one when moving across the country to Seattle. It seemed a tad like a stretch to splurge on a Porsche, especially an SUV at that but the arrogant and conniving man buried deep inside his soul demanded he have the car.
"I suppose it suits you." She giggled softly, creeping her fingers to his mid thigh. "It's sexy." Derek adored the way words rolled off Meredith's tongue, but he especially enjoyed the way 'sexy' melted like butter against her cavern. If the world worked in his favor, Meredith Grey would walk around naked in high heels, whispering the word sexy against his earlobe over and over again.
It was certainly times such as that one he wished his conscience wasn't so imaginative.
The dinner date so far was blander than the chopped salad Derek engorged as an appetizer. Classical music hummed lightly throughout the dining area, filling the awkward silence drifting between Meredith and Derek. They seemed to be the most 'youthful' couple in the restaurant as the others were much older and content with silence.
Derek eyed Meredith's fork, watching the metal scrape against the ceramic plate in an attempt to shove her side order of potatoes together, an effort to create the illusion she'd actually eaten something. He wasn't an idiot. He was flipping neurosurgeon for crying out loud. It was at that very moment Derek wished he would have listened to Meredith about how boring fancy dinners were.
"Meredith." Derek whispered, feeling as if he raised his voice any higher it would disturb the quiet crowd around them. "I-I um." He couldn't form a single sentence. He'd already embarrassed himself enough with the high class eating establishment.
She cleared her throat in a hearty fashion, folding each of her hands against the pristine table cloth. "Derek." She mocked. Derek could read Meredith though her eyes. The gates to her soul. And the only message written loud and clear across her irises was boredom and disappointment. "I'm going to be forward with you because I feel like I've been keeping things back to protect you and that's not who I am." Her hand pressed against her chest and she leaned closer.
Panic splotched all across his skin and goosebumps erupted from peril all over his flesh. "Is this a breakup, Meredith?" The words sloshed out onto the table before his subconscious had a moment to think. She'd said she was keeping things back, not breaking up.
"What? No Derek please let me get a freaking word out before you go and jump to your own conclusion." For a moment annoyance hazed her irises but the expression softened only moments later. As if Meredith just couldn't stay angry at him no matter what she tried. She reached across the table and her hand found his, intertwining their fingers together. They fit like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. "I don't do fancy dinners. I don't get excited over girl clothes and accessories. Sure, I wear makeup and do my hair on the daily when I'm not at the hospital but it's not who I am. I don't wear high heels or tight dresses and to be honest with you I chafe at the thought of having to shave my legs. I'm not a tomboy by any means but I'm not a perfect little princess either. I like guts. I like bowels. And I like bladders because I'm a general surgeon and that is who I am. So I put up a dress and did my makeup and I even slipped on a pair of heels because I wanted to make you happy. But I can't be happy too if I have to pretend to be something I'm not." She squeezed her hand around his own. "I like simple. Simple is far more than good."
Derek nodded and preened like a peacock. "I think I have something you'll like a lot more than this." Without explaining he'd slapped a hundred dollar bill down on the table and rose from his seat, keeping a firm grasp on Meredith dainty hand.
"Derek where are we going?" He ignored her question, dashing out of the restaurant hurriedly to find his car.
"Don't worry about it." He smirked, releasing the hold on her hand to pile into the vehicle.
The tires on the Cayenne squeaked as it came to a stop on the gravel road. Now was a better time than ever to bring Meredith to his own home. He'd been nervous before, knowing she enjoyed judging things to extent. After her orate at the dinner table though, all those worked up nerves flew away.
"Where are we?" Meredith asked, climbing out of the car. He watched her glance around at the trees, the distant lake, and especially the silver trailer centered on the acre.
Derek got out of the car and a whistle went off indicating he'd locked it. "Meredith, you see that trailer over there? That's my house and I live there. I bought this piece of land when I moved out to Seattle and I immediately fell in love. It's quiet and it gives me perspective when I want to think. It's all mine and I've yet decided what on earth I want to do with it."
She took a few steps forward, the tips of her heels sinking into the dewey grass. Meredith inhaled slowly, exhaling at the same steady rate. "So no one else lives here, just you?"
"Unless you count the neighbors ten miles back then yes, just me, my land, and my trailer."
She smiled. A nuclear, radiant grin that could light up a million stars. "It's beautiful." Meredith turned to face him and lust glittered her expression. "Do you have a dock?"
The question threw him off slightly to say the least. Why the hell did it matter if his lake provided a dock? "Yes, would you want to see it?"
Meredith nodded and the couple trotted across the lawn. They passed the trailer and turned by a few oak trees before coming in contact with an old rustic dock and a blood red lounge chair. "I fish here sometimes when I'm not forced to be at the hospital." Derek added. "I enjoy fly fishing very much." He gave her an infamous haughty smirk and she replied with an infamous eye roll. He enjoyed her eye rolls, scratch that, he loved her eye rolls.
"Hmm." Not a question but not a statement either. Meredith's heels clacked along the boards of the walkway, halting at the edge. She stepped out of the shiny shoes and Derek guessed it was due to the fact her feet were killing her.
Oh boy was he off.
The sound of her zipper screeched through the night and before Derek could protest it became a heap by her ankles.
"Meredith, what are you doing?" He asked, her bra the next victim of her strip tease.
Her neck twisted at a ninety degree angle, just far enough to catch a glimpse of him. "You said no one lived here but you, right?" He nodded. "Okay good, now as you can see I'm getting very naked right in front of your eyes and I'm going to jump off this dock and into the water. Then you're going to strip and jump into the lake as well and we're going to repair the shitty date we had. Do you understand?"
He didn't reply. He couldn't reply. Meredith had dropped her panties and leaped into the murky water before he could blink. Her head sprouted upward and another one of those brilliant grins she'd carried with her minutes earlier eased its way across her cheeks.
"Are you going to jump in or not? I'm wet and naked. The least you could do is do the same for me." She pushed those long blonde tresses back against her shoulders and swam aside to give Derek some room to jump. She had him at wet and naked and soon enough a pile of discarded clothing lined the dock.
After making a slash that could have been countered as one of the worlds biggest cannonballs, Derek jibed to his girlfriend who was indeed, very wet and naked. The water rested at chest level for him and neck for her. He enjoyed she was a couple inches shorter, it gave him piece of mind for some reason he couldn't care less to explain. He snaked each arm around her waist firmly, strewing his hands up her abdomen and to her chest where he cupped each of her breasts.
"I think I'm enjoying this do-over date." His breath piercing against the glistening flesh of her neck. He worshipped her shoulder and neck with his lips, attentively kissing every exposed inch of her skin. His thumbs circling across her perky nipples under the water as well.
Derek wanted this to be about her. He wanted to make-up for the fact he'd taken her on such a crummy date. "Mmm." Meredith hummed, turning in his hold. Each of her arms enveloped around Derek's neck. Her legs wrapping around his waist firmly. "Me too." She whispered raising her lips to his.
Derek's hand lowered and his fingers curled around her small thigh to hold her body up. Nothing about this moment could be anymore perfect than it already was. Derek Shepherd was wet, naked, and in a lake holding the woman he loved in his arms.
"Make love to me." Meredith whispered against Derek's chin.
He blinked several times, wondering if he'd been dreaming when she'd utter those four words to him. "What?"
She pressed her forehead against his, a euphoric grin stretching across her cheeks. "Derek Shepherd, make love to me right here and right now before I change my freaking mind."
He was elated. He'd been aching for this moment for six weeks, counting the time he'd been separated from her. All those weeks ago when she'd told him to leave her house seemed like nothing but a vague memory to him. They were together now and Derek was preparing to make love to his lady in waiting.
The moment just got even better.
He seethed his hardened erection between her thighs, rubbing his tip against the cleft located between her legs. "I love you, Meredith Grey." He whispered against her ear, maneuvering himself into her tight channel. She didn't say the three worded sentence back but he knew she felt it. Derek Shepherd knew Meredith Grey was in love with him. She was just nervous to admit it and he'd give her time. He'd wait for her. He will always wait for her.
Meredith croaked a stuttered moan and her nails dug into Derek's ravenous mane. He pulled in and out of her body at a slow and easy pace, making sure to hit every single nerve coating her insides. Their time spent in the lake was much different than the one they'd endured six weeks ago when he'd confessed his feelings the first time. He'd screwed her that night. This night however, Derek was making love to Meredith and it felt damned good too.
Authors note:
AHH! I UPDATED TWICE IN ONE WEEKEND WHOO GO ME! Before you try and tell me this is some filler chapter, IT IS NOT. It's merder goodness mixed with a tad porniness at the end. It's important you pay close attention to the chapter. I promise I'm bringing back everyone else from this story because even though I just want this to be about Meredith and Derek all the time unfortunately it can't. I know, tragic. You kinda got an insight about Derek's passed when I mentioned his car but I'll go more in depth. REMEMBER MEREDITH IS NOT WHOLE HEARTED HEALED SO DONT THINK SHES READY TO COMMIT FOREVER GET MARRIED AND POP OUT A BABY MCDREAMY! Lmao we can find our way there eventually but for now this is what you get. I've yet to write a full fledged sex scene and I was wondering if you guys would want me to do that without it being too weird? Idk I was going to do it this chapter but I have something really special planned (; so I might do it then. LET ME KNOW! Anyways please please please comment and vote and favorite and all that good stuff. THE FEEDBACK MAKES ME WANT TO UPDATE. And as much as I enjoy the "loved this!" Comments I'd like to see what you thought of the chapter and what more you want to see, ya know? Anyways this note is long and if you read it I applaud you. I love all of you so much and I hope you enjoyed this chapter (:
