So, how long will this celibacy thing last? The tension and the emotions keep building...
Chapter 11 – Fallin' for You
Why'd you have to touch me like you do?
You know there's no resisting you
I feel a shiver every time…
You've got me fallin' for you baby
And I don't know what I'm gonna do
"No…definitely not breaking the rules," Meredith whispered, backing away from Derek slowly, feeling the heat washing over her. Images played through her mind that his words invoked, and suddenly she wasn't sure if this was going to work. The sexual attraction between the two of them was so strong, it seemed to wrap them in a fog. Was there any point in even trying to deny that part of their relationship?
"So, what are we going to do, Meredith?"
"Huh? I'm sorry…." Meredith dragged her attention away from thoughts of his lean body over hers, and tried to focus on his words. Parts of her body that didn't care about talking were demanding attention instead.
"About our situation. Are we staying here?"
"Here?" she repeated.
Derek grinned lazily at her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Derek, seriously." Meredith cleared her throat. "Do you mean 'we' as in live together for a month? You don't have any other tournaments to go to? Don't you have a string of girlfriends along the circuit that will be disappointed if you don't show up?"
"If I do, they will have to learn to live without me," he replied with a grin. "I have to be in Florida for a race next week, but other than that, I could probably stay here and play in some of the minor tournaments going on. But I'm not sure if living together is the best idea – that would be far too distracting." He winked at her.
"I don't want to put you out," she murmured, toying with the stem of her wineglass.
Derek put his hand on hers, stopping her from fidgeting. "Meredith, believe me, if I didn't want to stay I would be gone so fast all you would see is a trail of dust through the desert," Derek told her dryly. "I admit, I've been a confirmed bachelor up until now. But in the short time I've known you, you have managed to confound me, arouse me, and bewitch me."
"Not to mention, beat you…" she added mischievously.
Derek nodded with a grin. "That too. You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Hmm….nope, probably not."
"Look, why don't we get out of here?" he asked her suddenly. "I want to show you something."
"What?"
"Just trust me," he said, pushing the chair away from the table, and taking her hand. He leaned in to kiss her cheek softly, and kept her fingers laced in his as they left the restaurant. "You can do that, I'm your husband."
"This is wonderful, Derek, how did you find out about this?"
"I have my sources," he replied mysteriously. "I thought it would be good for us to get away from everyone and everything and just talk."
"Talk – no sex? No kissing? What kind of date is this?" Meredith giggled.
"Just relax. And there might be kissing involved if you behave."
"Behave - me? Derek Shepherd…you were talking dirty at dinner, not me." Meredith put her head back and looked up into the dark night sky. Myriads of stars twinkled above them, in this place Derek brought them to, away from the city lights. It was a small oasis of peace, a lush green space that Meredith had no idea existed out here. "This is nice," she finally murmured, relaxing against him in the sultry evening air.
"So, do you have family somewhere that is ready to take me to task for marrying you so abruptly?" he asked, his fingers brushing her bare shoulder.
"Not exactly. My mother is in Seattle, she's a surgeon. She divorced my father when I was three, and we spent a lot of years moving from city to city, as she moved up in her field. I spent a lot of time on my own, so I taught myself a lot of card games, and eventually poker. She doesn't approve, of course, but I don't care anymore. I have no idea what she'd say if I told her I was married – I always told her I would never be like her, bitter and twisted and divorced." Meredith finally stopped talking, realizing she had told him more in two minutes than most people found out in two years. Nobody but Cristina knew about this part of her life.
Derek's hand found it's way down her arm, caressing the soft skin, as he listened to her voice in the darkness. "I see, but there's no reason to think you'll be like her. You just have to find the right person to spend your life with…"
"And you're that person?"
"Meredith, I come from a big family – my parents are still in New York, and I have four sisters, all younger than I am. They're all married and happy, so I see that it can happen. I just didn't find anyone before that I felt I could spend more than a short time with," he explained, taking her hand, and pulling her up beside him. He leaned in and his lips hovered over hers for a moment. His other hand slid behind her neck, and then he kissed her, sending little electric shocks down her nerves. How such a simple kiss could take her breath away, Meredith had no idea, but she was suddenly lost in the heat generated by that kiss.
It was almost as if he hadn't kissed her before - it felt different, more sensual and erotic as she tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair. Her mouth parted, welcoming his tongue, meeting every move as she let his taste of hot male arousal carry her along to the next level of sexual excitement. Time seemed suspended as they kissed slowly, deeply, absorbing each other and the moment.
Meredith let her hand stray along Derek's thigh, feeling his muscles jump under her hand, before she moved higher, finding the throb of his erection. With a soft, muffled groan, Derek's mouth left hers and moved to her shoulder, his tongue snaking along her skin. Her thoughts became a whirl of need, almost overpowering everything rational as he continued to press his lips along her collarbone, and over her slim throat. His hand slid over the smooth silk of her dress, around the globe of her breast, making the nipple pucker immediately. Making it very evident there was nothing between the dress and the enticement of her body.
When Derek finally made himself pull away, their breathing was ragged, and they were both shaking. "Damn it, honey, if I don't stop now…" he told her warningly, "…we won't be keeping our vow of celibacy." His voice was tinged with both heavy arousal and amusement. He nuzzled her throat again, as she managed to smooth her fingers along the inside edge of his shirt. She had a sudden longing to touch more of that sensual, bare male skin, despite the fact this celibacy thing was her idea. What had she been thinking when she said that….
"You're right." Meredith tried to remember how to breathe, which was getting increasingly difficult as he rested his hand on her leg. Before she could protest, he was inching the dress higher, his seeking fingers touching her softly, setting off a flood of desire that threatened to drag her out to a sea of pleasure. Which wouldn't be a bad way to go…drowning in sex….
"But…" he murmured wickedly, leaving her upper body, and transferring his attention lower, "I said I was going to kiss you, as part of this deal…"
"You did…"
"But I didn't specify where…" And then his hands moved her dress higher around her hips, and his mouth descended to her thighs. Finding the softness of her skin with his tongue, moving along the silky edge of the impossibly tiny thong that barely covered her damp pussy. The little wisp of silk was no resistance to the long wet strokes of his tongue, and Meredith shuddered at the touch. Delving along the edge, dancing over her clit that was throbbing for more, it was exquisite torture. Meredith felt weak and boneless with pure pleasure, as he touched her only with his mouth, again and again, until she was a mass of sensitized nerves. The force of her orgasm blasted through her, as he found the clit beneath the material, a contact of tongue against her that was like magic.
"God, Derek…" Meredith gave up any conscious thought at that point, unable to do more than try to squirm closer to his mouth. "Damn..oh damn…" she moaned, pitching against him until the last ripple of pleasure faded away, and he let her down gently.
Derek finally moved back up her body, stopping to put his mouth around her breast, over the silk fabric, stroking the hard nub of her nipple through the material until she quivered all over again. Then he settled over her completely, his aroused body against her, his forehead pressed to hers as he struggled to control his raging emotions. Meredith slipped her arms around his lean waist, feeling the heat emanating from him. "Derek…"
"We need to go – now," he muttered. "Because I definitely want to do more than kiss you." But his mouth found hers again, kissing her long and hard, as she responded eagerly. "Meredith, you're going to kill me at this rate."
"I'm not too certain about my own ability to hold out right now," Meredith confessed. "Cristina will never let me live it down if I give in after one day."
"You wouldn't have to tell her," he pointed out, "but I know what you mean. Mark doesn't think I can do this either. I think our friends know us pretty damn good."
"No willpower - sad, really…" Meredith mused with a sigh.
"Honey, I'm discovering that when it comes to you, I have no willpower." Derek groaned and rolled onto his back on the blanket, staring up at the sky, trying to get his body to relax. "Are you ready to go?"
"Sure."
Quietly, they stood up, and walked hand in hand back to Derek's rental car for the drive back to the Montecito. They were still wrapped up in their own thoughts as the valet greeted them, helping Meredith out of the car quickly. Derek handed the keys off, and put his arm around her shoulders as they walked into the resort. "Coming up for a nightcap?" she asked, as they waited for the elevator.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
The elevator doors open and they stepped inside. "Maybe not, but I don't always have good ideas," Meredith laughed. Derek pulled her close as the elevator started to climb, nibbling on her lips, kissing her temple and along her eyelids.
"Maybe not tonight," he murmured, as the elevator stopped. He walked her along the plush, silent hallway to the door of her suite. She leaned back against the door, her keycard in her fingers.
"Are you sure?"
"No," he murmured, lowering his head to hers once again. "I would prefer to stay and kiss you, and make long, slow love to you all night long, until we lose track of where your body ends and mine begins, and then do it all over again…" He kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue teasing her lip briefly. "And I do mean make love to you, not just have sex, not just fuck..."
"Oh…"
"But we should wait…"
"Wait…"
Derek nodded, backing away from her slowly. "Good night, Mrs. Shepherd. I'll call you in the morning."
Meredith gave him a little smile. "Good night, Mr. Shepherd. Sleep well…" She turned and unlocked her door, blowing him a little kiss before she disappeared. Once she was safely inside, she collapsed back against the door, closing her eyes in frustration. It wasn't just sex, she thought as she walked across the room, and kicked her shoes off. There was a connection between them she had never experienced before, and she had to admit she it would be very easy to fall in love with him. She turned the gold ring around her finger slowly, wondering where this was going to end up.
I have got a sweet obsession with you
I try to get you out of my mind
But then, you creep up every time
Boy…
I never thought I'd feel this way…
Song lyrics from 'Fallin' for You' by Eva Avila
