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Derek couldn't stop thinking about her. Out of all his previous relationships, which he was pretty sure shouldn't be called that, he'd never been as crazy about any of them to the point of worrying himself sick that maybe, just maybe, he'd screwed everything up. He felt like shit, going out of his mind, playing every possible scenario in his head but none actually led to them being together and in love. He just couldn't, no matter how much he wanted her. He kept writing it off as lust, a need for each other, pleasing one another sexually but nothing deeper...nothing that would reach the depths of love. The wheels in his mind kept spinning madly, and the third glass of scotch was fast gone. He thought that drinking from the bottle would be easier than filling it up every 5 minutes. He kept looking out the window, waiting to see Finn's car pull over in front of her house, where she'd get off, looking as beautiful as ever after another one of their dates. It had been yet another week since that fateful conversation, and none of them had reached out. Not even her. He took it as a sign her persistence was wearing thin, and he was too frozen to fight back with some of his own.

Finn kept asking her out, and she kept on agreeing. Every time they stepped out, she looked more beautiful than the day before, her smile a little bit wider, her clothes a little bit shorter and tighter, a sign that she might be considering giving him access to her most prized asset. No, Derek thought. She wouldn't do such thing. Ever since Meredith confessed her virginal status, Derek had always figured he'd be the one to make love to her...wait, not love. To have sex with her for the first time. It just seemed like natural progression. He took such fact for granted, being thrown for a loop when her servant had walked in on them a couple weeks back. Everything shifted. They became these awkward people, he closed himself off inside his villa while she chased him desperately, but he never reached out to her...and when he did, things took a turn for the worse. If that's even possible.

All thoughts vanished when the famous noise of his brand new Mercedes ran peacefully up the street of Las Flores Canyon, signaling their date had ended. 12:37am. They were coming home later and later every day, probably meaning their conversations or otherwise were running longer, too. All these thoughts were plaguing his mind and he decided to step away from the window, instead moving towards his bedroom after shutting the living room windows tightly. He was done.

He moved towards his bed, sitting down facing the window. The large oak tree swayed to the peaceful breeze felt in the tiny town, cooling off the bedroom lightly. He was so absorbed in his self pity that he didn't hear footsteps coming over the stairs, nor did he hear his bedroom door creak open.

"You left your gate unlocked," Meredith whispered.

Derek inhaled sharply. How dare she. How dare she show up in his home after going out with that man? He swallowed his sharp gasp at the unexpected visit, not wanting to show her his surprise at her presence.

"What are you doing here, Meredith?", he said, not bothering to turn around and face her.

"I came to see you. I didn't expect your gate to be open but it was so I just let myself in."

"No, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to go back to his house? Maybe have some fun of your own."

"Derek...don't be like this, please," she begged. "Please."

"Like what? Pissed off? Well I'm so sorry for the inconvinience, Meredith," he snorted. "Now I'd love to be alone, so if you could just let yourself out..."

"No, Derek, we need to talk about this. Let's not go back to the silence that we've been living under for the past week...yet again."

"We have nothing to talk about. You talk that talk but don't walk the walk. You say you want to know me, but you're off with that...man...every night. That hardly strikes me as someone wanting me."

"You don't reach out to me either, Derek! Don't put the blame on me. Don't you dare."

"No, don't you dare show up here after kissing that man and doing God knows what else with him. That's not fair to anyone. You can't have both. Not that you ever did anyway. I'm unavailable. Yet you pursue me," he snorted with disdain.

"How can you think so low of me?"

"How can I not? You knew me what? A day? And you were already engaging in less than pleasant activities with me."

"So what are you saying? Are you calling me a whore?", she choked out, tears welling up in her eyes. Derek sensed the sudden change of tone and turned around to see that her eyes were indeed misty, her shoulders slumped. He did that to her.

"Mer...I...no," he soothed, walking up to her. "I'm sorry."

"No! Let go of me. I'm sorry you do think so low of me. This was a mistake. I'll go," she seethed. "Enjoy your pity party."

"No!", Derek shouted, grabbing hold of her arm. "You're not going anywhere."

"Says who? Let go of me, you brute!"

"No," Derek whispered as he crashed his lips against hers, his tongue immediately seeking hers, sucking on it gently but forcefully at the same time.

"Oh", Meredith moaned. She didn't expect this. She threaded her fingers in his hair, her mouth tasting the scotch he had knocked back earlier. She pulled away. "Have you been drinking, Derek?"

"I...I couldn't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his eyes going straight to his shoes.

"Oh Derek...", she started, her hands going immediately to his hair again, moving in a soothing motion, almost as if she was calming a baby, telling him it's okay to feel this way. She then resumed the passionate kiss they were engaged on, Derek suddenly taking control and pushing her back towards his bed. He gently laid her down, her perfect hair framing his pillow and went on to lather her face and neck with little kisses, gently helping her on a sitting position so he could take her top off. With her help, the top came off fairly easily and Derek took his time to appreciate what was underneath the thin fabric. The lavender lacey bra concealed the beautiful, perfect breasts he had seen too little of, them too dying to spill out of the harsh cups. He felt his length rise more and more, working itself up to its greatest potential around this beautiful creature.

"Mer...I...you're gorgeous," he breathed. He had never complimented any woman like that. He never even took the time out of his frenetic sex moves to appreciate who he was engaging in such a carnal experience with. This time he did...and he was rendered breathless.

"Thank you," she blushed. She didn't expect such sincerity in his words or such adoration in his touch. This was a different Derek, this was a Derek she could very well get used to. His fingers went to her back, unclasping the lace bra and he watched her breasts fall free, like water cascading down the most beautiful rocks. She was truly breathtaking, especially when she stood in front of him, prey to his hungry eyes, willing to help him satisfy his need for her. She was willing, and he was lost. Lost in her beauty, the sensual moves clouded his brain, his judgment. He was so mesmerized by this woman in front of him that he almost missed the scared look on her face, the vulnerability working itself up towards the surface. All the confidence displayed in those earlier moves was clearly vanishing, and in came the insecurity of someone who has never been intimate with anyone before, who has never crossed the great road towards love making.

He needed to remind himself to breathe, to think about her needs before his own. What really scared him, though, was just how he was doing it already. He wanted her to feel at peace with him, to feel safe and warm in his arms. He reached out to touch her breasts, cupping them both at first, slowly but firmly, allowing her to get used to the feel of his rough yet gentle hands caressing such precious mounds. "Oh...Derek...oh," she moaned. He could tell she was hyper sensitive to every touch, to every move he made. He shifted them, so his back was resting on the padded headboard while Meredith straddled his lap, letting her feel his erection, the ultimate signal of his arousal for her. He leaned down to capture a nipple, gingerly making his mouth its home, going from licking the already hardened peak to sucking the rosy nipple vigorously, looking up every once in a while to see her eyes rolled back in her head, her hands resting on his raven curls, massaging his scalp.

She felt overwhelming pleasure. His hot mouth was doing wonders to her nipples, she could feel his tongue flicking her nipple gently and such action sent the most erotically beautiful aching straight to her core. She rocked her hips against his experimentally, instantly groaning at the pleasurable friction. "Oh God, Mer...", she could hear him moan against her nipple. Mer. She would never get tired of that nickname, nor would she bore of his adoring tone. She was in heaven, if there was such thing. She started moving her hips faster, his own meeting hers halfway. She could feel the bed rocking up and down, her feet planted on his sides and his warm hands roaming her back. She was so turned on.

He pulled himself away from her sinfully delicious breasts, his head foggy and his eyes hazy due to the friction Meredith was inflicting on them. Never would he think dry fucking someone would turn him on this bad, but the way Meredith so innocently rocked her hips against his made the slightest thing turn into the most erotic experience of all. He relunctantly lifted her off his lap and moved to undo his jeans, while she took his hint and promptly removed her own pants. They were left in nothing but their boxers and panties, and Derek pulled her back in his lap only to inch his hand between them and rub her through her panties. The minute his finger reached its destination, it was instantly met with delicious wetness bursting through the creamy panties. She was definitely turned on. He sneakily pushed the fabric aside and ran his finger up her slit. "Oh God, oh God," she attempted to shout, only it came out as a moan. His fingers were almost instantly smeared with her juices, and his thumb tentively reached for her swollen clit, throbbing painfully. "Does this feel good, Meredith? Do you like my fingers there? Do you like what this big man is doing to you?", he moaned, surprising himself. Not that he wasn't one to bring out some occasional dirty talk, but the feeling behind this was totally different. His primal instincts were coming out, wanting to bring her the utmost pleasure...and only he should be able to do it. He wanted her, and he needed her to want him just as bad.

"Oh Derek...oh," she gasped, just as his middle finger reached inside her opening, moving up and down, instantly tainted by her delicious juices. He pulled the finger out while he moved to push her panties down, leaving her bare in front of him. Her dirty blonde curls begging for attention, as her fingers flew to his boxers. He sat up, helping her push them down and his iron rod stood proudly once again. He figured it didn't take much for him to be that aroused around her, and he smiled to himself when a look of utter pleasure crossed her eyes upon seeing his steely rod. Maybe she was reminiscing about that time she had it in her mouth...he knew he was. What a great blowjob that was. Without a moment's notice, Meredith was grasping his sensitive shaft, her delicately long fingers running up and down, her perfectly shaped fingernails scrapping gently his veiny member. She bent down while leaning her head towards the same direction, tentively licking the velvety head and instantly gaining some more than pleasant moans and groans from the man she was currently pleasing to no end.

"Meredith...God, don't stop," he whispered. He cursed the fact he couldn't muster the strength to let out a big animalistic grunt, but she was so deliciously talented and he was so gone. She started bobbing her head up and down in a furiously frantic pace, her saliva running down his shaft and some tiny droplets of pre-cum were already gracing her mouth. She continuously worked him to his peak, her hands now flying to his balls and groping them with such gentle yet forceful tugs. He felt the orgasm curl from deep within his testicles and work itself up to her perfect mouth until he saw black. He blew such a big load. His penis was going in and out of Meredith's mouth, fucking her, stretching her lips to the extreme. He kept thrusting in and out absentmindly but next thing he knew, Meredith was forcefully lapping all of the white creamy mess, some of it running freely from her mouth, pouring out of her pink, swollen lips...just like last time. And just like last time, Meredith pulled her hands from his balls to run her index finger through her lips, pushing the delicious essence of him into her mouth, sliding it down her expectant throat. He still tasted delicious and she was positively addicted.

Derek rested his head against the padded headboard. He was still coming down from his high, but she was already looking him dead in the eye, like a deer lost in the woods. She needed him to take the next step, to take control. He nodded, understanding the thoughts in her head even when no words were spoken. He moved to reach his bedside drawer, rumming through the contents until he saw the unopened box of condoms. Mark had given them to him some days before he left, but Derek never thought he'd have any use for them. After all, living in a town where people are hardly under 60 years old had its price and it would surely take his toll on his sex life. Not now. Now, he had the most beautiful young girl in front of him, willing to please him and discover the depths of sexual intercourse. He opened the box, ripped out a package and slowly tore it open, all while she eyed him carefully and awaited his next move with baited breath.

Just as the package came undone and the latex graced his palm, he tore his eyes away from the barrier that would separate his bare penis from her walls and looked her in the eye, hesitating for a brief moment. He had never had sex with a virgin...even when he himself lost his virginity, the girl had been experienced. He was worried that she'd regret such intimate moment. "Meredith...are you sure you want to do this?", he asked, waiting for her reply with fear in his eyes. He wasn't sure he could let her walk out the door in the state he was in.

"Yes...Derek, I want this. I know it'll hurt but I trust you. I feel safe with you," she breathed, her cheeks a slight crimson shade, her eyes a deep green. He needed no further invitation. He watched her eyes never leave his cock while he rolled the condom on, the latex covering his penis fully. He put his arms around her waist, carefully laying her down on his bed, her soft blonde hair framed his pillow perfectly. Her eyes were halfway closed or halfway open, either way they were hazy and expectant. He positioned himself between her legs, nudging them apart with his knees. Her pink center was on display and shone lightly amidst the faint light coming from the bedroom window. Her clit taunted him, begged him to take it in his mouth, but he knew he had bigger business to attend to. He reached a finger between them, spreading her folds apart and played with her clit, teasing her entrance point. His cock stood tall, clearly waiting anxiously for a release, but he needed to get her up and ready to accomodate such large visitor. When he felt her fingers get soaked with her essence, the scent that floated in the room, he inched closer to her entrace and slid his head inside her virginal opening. She closed her eyes.

"Oh...", they both gasped out at the same time. Derek eyed Meredith carefully, her eyes closed and her skin flushed. He hoped he wouldn't hurt her too much when his full length entered her walls. He decided to move, pushing inch by inch inside her, and the pain hit her. He felt her nails dig his back painfully, her eyes shut close, her nose scrunched. "Oh Mer... Mer... Open your eyes," he coaxed. "Open them for me." She tried to blink them open, but the pain was too great. "Are...are you all the way in?", she gasped out. "No," he said. "Do you want me to stop?". Meredith's eyes flew open at that statement, her head shook vigorously. "No! No. It'll be okay," she attempted to smile. "Just keep moving, okay?"

Derek nodded his head. He knew this was hurting her, he knew this wasn't going to be good for her. But he kept going, because he knew she was happy that it was him. It was him she was losing her virginity to. He started rocking back and forth, playing with her clit for a little while, flicking it gently as his whole length penetrated her. She cried out, anguish mixed with a certain hint of pleasure. He took that as a sign the pain was beginning to lessen, and the pleasure was resurfacing. He prayed that was it. He felt like a selfish ass when he realized his orgasm was already making its way up his shaft, and he knew a couple more pumps would see him shoot his seed into the condom. But then he heard her.

"De...Derek," she gasped out, rocking her hips experimentally. The friction she felt was too good to put into words, the feel of his thick shaft nestled inside her was amazing. The pain was still there, she saw glimpses of it every now and then, especially when he reached bigger depths but the overwhelming pangs were mostly gone, and only left behind a dull ache. She looked at him, his eyes glazed over, the sea blue was replaced by a stormy shade, his eyes darker than ever. His skin was wet with perspiration, a single curl hung forgotten by his forehead. He was biting his lip while pumping gently into her, and she reached out to fist the sheets. She tried to move faster over him, meeting his thrusts halfway and he heard him groan, noticibly reaching his climax.

"Meredith!," he shouted as he emptied his hot, white semen into the condom. He was so spent. She brushed the lone curl off his forehead and ran her fingertips over his wet cheeks. The sweat mixed with the smell of sex was intoxicating. "Oh God," he gasped. He rolled off her, his now flaccid penis still accomodated the filled up condom. He tried to catch his breath, laid down on the pillow next to Meredith. "You...you didn't...", he frowned, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Derek. It's okay. I liked it. It was good...given the circumstances," she smiled. "It'll be better. Next time."

"Yeah. Next time," he attempted to smile and shake off the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. Would there be a next time? All the thoughts running through his head vanished at the sound of her delicate voice.

"Sleep?", she yawned, her naked body curling up to his.

"Oh...", he gasped, feeling her warmth and her arms sneak around his torso. "Yeah. Yeah. Sleep."

"Night," she whispered, as his fingers moved up and down her arm, caressing it.

He had a lot to think about. Could he make her happy?

Come away with me, come away with me

It's never too late, it's not too late

It's not too late for you

Open up your heart and let me in...