Dreams of Love
Chapter 11: Clean Steam
Meredith lurked behind huge stainless steel racks in the NICU decked out in cap, mask and sterile gown. She peered through the hood of an incubator to check on her father's granddaughter. Laura waved a weak fist and Meredith's heart contracted. The baby had survived her second emergency surgery in just a few days of life. She was tough, a true Grey.
You are going to be okay now, little girl, Meredith thought reassuringly as she chewed her bottom lip nervously. You have a lot of family who love you. Don't worry.
Meredith's pager finally beeped. She startled out of her abstraction to quickly shed her sterile drapery. She brushed a hand through her layered honey hair and ran for OR 1. Derek must have paged her from the scrub room. Meredith pushed through the doors and struggled to get her air back as Derek finished scrubbing after surgery. He dried his hands and opened his arms to her. She flew into them wrapping her arms around his lean waist. He held her close and gently rocked her back and forth, crooning to her.
"How is my Papà, Derek?"
"He survived the surgery. I think I got all of the tumor. We won't know more than that until he wakes up. My residents are closing now so he won't be in post-op for another couple of hours." Derek pulled off his sweat soaked ferryboat patterned scrub cap. His black hair curled wildly against his temples.
"Papà Guiseppe's father and uncles are here in the waiting room. They arrived just after the surgery started. Will you come speak with them? They are so worried."
"And you? How are you? Did you manage to make yourself sick with worry?" Derek stroked her soft hair from her pretty face.
"It was bad at first. Then Molly's baby needed emergency surgery and George was freaking out over his dad. Cristina is fighting some kind of weird, silent war with Burke. There was too much going on to lose it," Meredith rubbed her face against his hand.
"Did you talk with your dad?"
"No, there was nothing to say, but I saw him there. He was pacing back and forth and talking to Susan and Molly on the cell phone," Meredith felt the strange ambivalence again over her father. She wanted him to both be present for her and to go away and never come back. Her feelings were so mixed she didn't know how to categorize them or deal with them. Derek sadly watched the myriad of emotions she had about her dad twist across her face.
"Addison was brilliant with Laura, of course, and Alex is taking care of her in the NICU now. George's dad isn't doing very well. I talked to the Chief. I don't think it's likely he'll make it. Poor George is not good. He's falling apart," Meredith laid her head down on Derek's upper chest. The muscular pad of his pectoral cushioned her face. Derek held her tighter letting her take what comfort she could from his strong embrace.
"Let me go talk to Giordano's family, and then I have to eat. I'm starving. Have you eaten?" Derek knew the answer before he asked.
"No, I waited for you. I didn't have an appetite before," she answered predictably.
Derek took Meredith's hand in his and walked with her to the lounge where the Giordanos waited. Just before they entered, Meredith dropped his hand and stepped back, fading into dull smallness, losing her sparkle and liveliness. Silence cloaked her. She stepped slightly sideways so that she was mostly hidden from view by Derek's frame as they entered the room. Derek, focused on the family, didn't notice Meredith's shrinkage at first.
"Hello, I am Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Giordano's surgeon. Dr. Grey says that you are Dr. Giordano's family," He smiled personably. Then he noticed Meredith making herself as small as she could. What the hell? Then he remembered. These were the men who had shut the door in Meredith's face. They had had no compassion for a sad sixteen year old. He felt the smile slip from his face and his temper start to climb. It didn't matter that it had all happened twelve years ago. His beautiful girl still bore the scars from these apes mishandling the situation. They'd made sure she had no one to turn to when the boarding school turned ugly. He fought to maintain a professional demeanor when he really wanted to punch someone out. His face turned icy cold in an instant.
"You arrived just in time," Derek said, seemingly sincere, "Meredith has been desperately concerned for the only true father she has ever known. I'm sure it was an enormous comfort to her to have her grandfather and uncles close when she needed their support. I'm sure you took very good care of her while we were in surgery," his voice ended with a sarcastic undertone.
He deliberately reached out to Meredith and tucked her chilly form against his warm body, under his arm. He ignored her slight embarrassed resistance. She was his. He was proud of her. He wanted these men to know that Meredith wasn't alone anymore. She was the woman of his dreams and he was on her side unconditionally.
For a moment the Giordanos were shocked – only now realizing the relationship between Meredith and Guiseppe's surgeon. Then they rallied their senses, ignored Meredith, and sharply questioned Dr. Shepherd. He answered what he could, but there was nothing anyone could do now but wait. They'd all have to wait for Guiseppe to be brought to post-op and then for him to regain consciousness. Derek had done the best he could and the patient was still alive. That was the only thing he could say.
Derek abruptly ended the discussion and left, taking Mer with him. He was hungry and tired and stiff. And he didn't feel like playing nice with those jackasses one more minute. He looked down at his girl.
"Shower or food first?" he asked.
"Which do you need first, Derek? I'm fine," she deferred to him, unaware that her eyes were still full of lasting old pain.
"Shower first then, come on." Derek pulled Meredith at a rapid pace through surgical to the attending locker room. He opened his locker, grabbing clothes, docksiders, and his kit bag. Then he headed out the door.
"Derek, where are we going?" Meredith was mystified. She'd thought she would wait for him in the food court.
"You'll see," he said, all smug. He waved to Head Nurse Debbie and pointed to an empty patient room. Debbie nodded and a small smile cracked her granite countenance as she watched McDreamy pull Dr. Grey into the bathroom of the empty room.
"Derek, we can't be in here! What are you doing?!" she gurgled in surprise when he locked the door and then lifted her misty green sweater off over her head. He gently cupped her soft breast in his palm and looked into her eyes.
"This is the only place to get a private shower and right now that is exactly what I most need. And as much as I need a shower, I need you. I need you with me, touching me, holding me – I'll even let you scrub my back, if you want," he grinned boyishly at her and reached to unzip her cords.
Meredith could deny him nothing. She pushed away the ever present anxiety and focused on Derek. Meredith kicked off her clogs and stood in her peach satin edged with black lace matching cami and panties. She noticed how much he enjoyed the view. She couldn't help smiling shyly at him. The clinical surroundings did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm in his eyes. He had kidnapped her into a patient bathroom to play. God help her if Bailey ever found out.
As head of neuro bringing in millions of dollars and massive prestige to Grace, Derek could just about do whatever he liked. Sometimes he forgot she was still a lowly intern. She often paid Bailey's price tag for her love life. It was so worth it, she mused, as she looked at her guy.
Derek turned on the spray and adjusted the temperature to hot. He needed it on his neck and back. Meredith's hands slid around his waist and pulled the drawstring on his scrubs. He let her suggestively dip her fingers into the waistband and ease his pants and boxers down his legs. He hastily kicked off his cross trainers and willingly stepped out of his pants when she lowered them far enough. He shed his scrub shirt and the black long sleeved T-shirt underneath in one motion. He stepped under the hot spray with a great sigh of relief.
Meredith slipped out of her sexy peach wisps and into his arms. She pulled the opaque curtain tightly closed around them. Steam billowed over her skin warming her even as Derek hogged the overly hot water. Derek closed his eyes in relief as the pounding heat melted the kinks out of his neck and back. He held Meredith to him and relaxed further. He was in a hot shower with his love in his arms. Everything was right with his world.
Meredith lay still against him, her arms around his waist and her face tickled by his chest hair. She moved an inch and lapped a wet drop trickling down his chest. He opened his slumberous eyes to look into hers. They stood under the hot spray, lost in each other, forever.
Then Meredith took Derek's soap in her hands and lathered his chest and arms. She washed her hands up his sides to his arm pits and down to his hips, over his belly and chest and around his shoulders. The spicy masculine fragrance Meredith most associated with Derek filled the air. She inhaled the rich aroma deeply, in sensual delight. She wet his soap again and lathered each of his arms massaging his clever hands and fingers.
Derek indulgently watched her fierce frown of concentration as she moved on to his thighs and legs and feet. Obediently he turned around when she tapped his leg. She soaped him from his feet to his neck using long firm sweeps of her hands. He ducked his head under the water and washed his hair while he let her drive him to distraction with her touch. Meredith massaged his back hard, the way he liked. He arched in relief against her firm hands. While Derek rinsed his hair and turned the water cooler, Meredith washed and conditioned her own hair.
"Hey, pretty girl, it's my turn now," he murmured to her, standing semi-sideways to the spray. Derek lathered his hands and reached for her, gently soaping her belly and sides. As always, he played with Meredith's platinum and emerald belly hoop. After he rinsed her, he leaned down and kissed her there, exactly where she was pierced. Then he swirled his tongue into her shallow navel licking rivulets of waters from her tummy while she giggled.
Derek soaped his hands again and slid them up under Meredith's breasts lifting them on the sides of his hands until their ripe raspberry tips tilted up towards his lips. He gave each tip a gentle nip with lip covered teeth making Meredith give tiny startled yelps. Her beautiful breasts felt indescribably delicious to him when he covered them in creamy lather while squeezing and plumping. While he indulged himself playing with her breasts Meredith reached out and grabbed hold of his narrow waist just above his hip bones. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as sensation swamped her. She let the water pour in a waterfall over her face and hair. Derek kissed her eyes and then her mouth, darting his tongue against her lips asking for entry. She opened her mouth and let him in. He gently, deeply penetrated her soft mouth angling his head for the most contact. She tasted so sweet; felt so soft.
Meredith let her head fall back. Derek swept her throat with kisses, sucking and nibbling all his favorite hollows. She smelled glorious – hot woman combined with French sophisticate marked with his own scent. He paused a moment to reach through the curtain for a condom from his kit. It was now or never, he thought, as he rolled it on.
Derek slid his soapy hands around her body to her back, hugging her to him while he washed her back and luscious bottom. Meredith sensuously rubbed her sudsy breasts against his chest while standing on tiptoe. His hard length pressed rigidly into her soft belly and she mewled in her throat. Derek pressed his knee between her thighs, separating them, and letting her ride his hair roughened thigh until her breath sawed with need.
Derek knelt between her legs and buried his face in her feminine notch. His sharp stubble scraping her sensitive inner thighs was almost unbearably erotic. She stuffed her fist in her mouth hard to keep from shrieking when his warm tongue found her tender, excited clitoris. Meredith clutched two fists of his silky hair and hung on, her back arching and her thighs trembling when he sucked and tongue flicked her to an explosive release. Then Mer did shriek. She couldn't help it. She was lost to everything but the pleasure her dreamy man was giving her. He stood and covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her scream and supporting her caving body.
Derek gave her a single moment before he murmured in her ear, "Baby, I'm going to lift you up, okay?" He cupped an arm under Meredith's bottom.
"Mm hm. Derek... I need you now... please... I can't wait..." her voice was breathless with the paradox of both fulfillment and longing.
Derek lifted her and braced her back against the tiled wall. Meredith wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Meredith was completely open and vulnerable to his entry, her feminine center thickly creamy and ready. One arm held her steady while he positioned himself. He finally thrust up as he jerked her down. Meredith threw her head back in breathless delight at her sudden fullness. They both moaned in ecstasy. Derek held Meredith still for a moment as her inner core adjusted to his size. He groaned when she couldn't help squeezing down hard on him. She shuddered in absolute carnal gluttony for him. Her wet hair slapped across his face as she tossed her head to the side unable to stop moving, gasping in the steamy air. Warm water cascaded over his shoulder and added another sensual dimension.
He couldn't wait anymore. Together they dove into a mindless ride. Sexual ecstasy raced through their bodies, mounting higher and higher. Derek felt like he couldn't get enough of her; her taste, her feel, her tongue, her dripping heat. Meredith's blissed out moans vibrated against him peaking his nipples and rippling his belly. His body hardened further as he plunged into her hot depths over and over. She rode him up and down, squeezing him with her thighs, helping him reach her furthest depths. Her body tightened and her nipples became achingly diamond hard. She consumed his heavy thrusts repeatedly, taking as much as he gave, giving as much as she took.
Meredith screamed against his shoulder, her second orgasm ripping through her. Her uterus contracted hard and her body clamped his. She licked, then bit the curve of his shoulder before kissing it. Derek shoved her hard against the wall and dropped all restraint. Her body was so pliable with love he couldn't hurt her, so he ground intensely into her womanly channel, jerking hard, letting himself be rough. Every now and then this dominant part of himself needed out. Derek plunged to the limit, hard, again and again, reveling in the freedom until Meredith kissed the side of his neck softly, gentling him with her unconditional acceptance. He captured her lips with his. His body exploded and he stilled, holding them both up, his legs trembling in reaction. Derek's heart raced and his breath panted.
Meredith gulped for air too, laughing softly in delight. Her body felt gloriously ravaged and satisfied. She was full to the brim, in union with Derek. Tiny shivers still rippled her skin and her insides. Her vaginal walls contracted rhythmically, milking her mate, even as he slowly reduced in size. She let her legs drop. Reluctantly he eased from her body, removed the condom and washed off. Derek turned her into the spray and bathed her gently.
Derek sat on the shower floor with his legs extended. He patted his thigh and Meredith took the invitation to sit in his lap. He braced his foot against the wall and leaned into the wall behind him. As comfortable as possible, he held his girl to him letting her rest and recover from his aggressive sexual demands. He stroked her back while their heart rates gradually slowed to normal. Meredith lay her slight weight against her lover and let herself drift in a haze of happiness, her cheek resting on his furry chest. She closed her eyes and rubbed her palm sleepily over his chest and side, caressing him.
"I hate to say this at a time like this, but I'm starved," he finally said, "We need to get dressed."
Derek turned off the shower and grabbed a tiny hospital towel. He glanced at it ruefully before handing it to his girl. Meredith immediately sat on the closed toilet seat and started drying off. With sultry eyes, she watched him rub a second postage stamp sized towel over his body. She waved for him to turn and dried his back and butt with her own towel. Then she dropped the towel and circled him with her arms, holding him tight. Meredith buried her face in his back and breathed deep. How in the world had she gotten this lucky? For an instant fear pierced her. She was afraid of losing him the way she'd lost everyone else. Derek turned in her arms and held her as she held him.
"Hey, what's this?" he chided her gently, "I love you. I'm here to stay."
"I know, I'm just scared sometimes, when I think I'll lose you." Meredith admitted, shame-faced. She looked up at him, her large eyes the same misty green as her discarded sweater. Her long lashes draped over her cheeks as she blinked and looked down. "Bad things always happen to me. I don't want anything to happen this time."
"Hey, I told you, you're my girl," he touched the tip of her nose with the tip of his, "You're beautiful and smart, talented and kind, sexy and passionate. You like hiking and dogs. I am totally in love with you, pretty girl. And I know you love me. You meet my wildest needs in every way, including in bed – or in the shower," he reminded her naughtily, "What more could a man want?" Derek shrugged as he tried not to think about a dozen years of dull pedestrian intercourse on every level with his ex. That was like a bad dream now. He hugged Mer tight, then leaned over to pick up her clothes and hand them to her.
They dressed, laughing at the smallness of the space that they hadn't even noticed before. Meredith arranged her wet hair into a high pony tail while Der rubbed his wet curls drier. Meredith zipped her brown cords and donned her sweater. Derek slid into khakis and a coffee brown and tan sweater of his own. He repacked his kit and stuffed his scrubs and trainers inside. When he looked up from stepping into his docksiders she was cracking the door to peek out. He couldn't resist grabbing her and noisily smooching the side of her face, tickling her ribs.
"Derek!" she squealed and then hastily modulated her tone, shushing him, "Derek, be good, I don't want Dr. Bailey to catch us."
"Too late Dr. Grey," said a familiar strict voice on the other side of the door, "Exactly what is going on here?"
Derek burst out laughing at the mortified/defiant/apprehensive look on Meredith's face. He tried to muffle it against his arm when she glared daggers at him.
"Behave!" she hissed, "This isn't funny!" She squared her shoulders and walked out to face her boss.
"Um, Dr. Bailey, I... uh, we... uh, that is, Dr. Shepherd and I were just leaving," if Meredith could have kicked Derek to the curb at that moment, she cheerfully would have. He sauntered out of the bathroom behind her, grinning like an idiot, and casually dropped his arm around her shoulders. She tried to shrug him off, but he stuck like glue.
"Hi, Miranda. I just wanted a shower after surgery. That's all." Dr. Shepherd smiled his most charming smile at Bailey.
"And was there something wrong with the attendings' state of the art facility?" Bailey asked sarcastically narrowing her deep brown eyes.
"Yeah, there really was. I needed Meredith and I couldn't have her with me there," he glanced significantly at the girl at his side and Bailey immediately knew who needed whom. Her eyes softened. Shepherd was a rascal, getting by on a lot of charm, but there was no doubt that Grey needed him desperately today. Bailey would let this slide, but only after a final dig.
"You did check to see if you'd put your panties back on this time, didn't you Grey?" Bailey stared pointedly.
Meredith blushed crimson and nodded. Derek shook his head at Miranda and laughed.
"I put mine back on too, Miranda, wanna peek?" he said outrageously.
"Derek!" Meredith gasped and punched him in the side with a small fist.
"I told you before not to try to impress me that way! Now get on with you!" She grimaced at him and waved them off. They headed for the food court, beyond starving. Bailey looked after them and allowed herself a smile at their obvious happiness.
Okay, I wasn't going to write another sexy love scene yet, but this one wrote itself. I hope you liked it. I swear, the more I grieve for MerDer, the more I write sexy love scenes to make myself feel better. So this is for y'all who are still unhappy from the frustrating, farcical, flaky finale foisted on fans by the flaming fools at flatulent ABC. FLPPPT!! sam
