Long, soft fingers tipped with nails painted a sparkly tangerine walk up the long sleeve of Derek's charcoal gray button down shirt. The fingers end their trek at his collar, the glitter encrusted nails whispering across the sensitive skin just below his ear. Even as the move annoyed him, he could feel his cock growing hard. He stayed in a perpetually hard state anymore. Partially because of the giggling adolescent next to him, mostly because of the pissed looking woman sprawled in a corner booth.
"I wanna dance. Let's dance Deripoo." Rose walked her fingers down his shoulder and across his chest. He winced when the nimble digits found, and tweaked, one nipple. "Come on, come on, come on. Please, please, please."
He turned his head slightly, his dead pan gaze meeting the eager one of his nineteen year old companion. He still had moments when he wondered how the hell he had become involved with her. Then the clothes would come off and he would remember. Rose was golden in the sack. No inhibitions, no qualms about asking for what she wanted, no resentment over giving him what he wanted. Her willingness to try new things didn't hurt either. "I don't dance."
Full lips tinted a shiny peach fall into a pout. Long, thick lashes flutter. "But Deripoo, I love this song." The lips start to tremble, the lashes collecting moisture. Shit. He hated when she did this. He never knew when she was acting, or when her feelings had actually been hurt. A game of chance, that was Rose. On a good day she was a simple dice game. On a bad day she was Russian Roulette. All part of her charm. All part of the fun. "Come on Deripoo. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."
Derek shook his head. Rose's whining and fit wouldn't budge him on this. He didn't dance. He never really had. Except for one rainy November night…
"You promised…" Turning his
head, Derek captured the lips whispering into his ear. The slow rush
of heat pulsing through his body straight to his groin mocked the
rapid beat of the up tempo 80s song blaring from the boom box. An
after dinner dance in his kitchen was the last thing on his
mind. "You know I don't dance." Derek pulled Meredith
onto his lap. Her slim body barely fit the space between his torso
and the edge of the kitchen table. His body began to show its
appreciation of the brush of her breasts against his chest. Derek
reached for her dirty blonde hair, pulling the strands forward over
her shoulders to avoid the dirty dishes sitting behind her. He inched
forward to catch her faint lavender scent. "Please Derek, I
really like this song." With a giggle, Meredith slipped off his lap
and grasped his hand, pulling Derek from his seat. "You promised me
one dance. Besides, we¹re not in public." Derek reluctantly
allowed Meredith to tug him out of the chair. His light sense of
dread evaporated with a smirk as he tugged her into his arms, her
body flush against his as Derek gently swayed their bodies from side
to side. He ran his hands over the thin cashmere knit covering her
back, the soft worn jean material clinging to the perfect curves of
her backside. The lower half of their bodies came into close contact
as they swayed. "We're not dancing…" Meredith looked
at Derek in question, blushing slightly at the way his full on
erection felt against her stomach. The curious tingling warmth
starting at that point of contact spread Unable to resist the rosy tint blossoming across her
face, Derek dropped soft kisses on her forehead, pulling Meredith
closer against him. "Yes we are." His lips teased her ear lobe,
and the hollow beneath it. He urgently needed to inhale her scent.
Deeply. The jump in her pulse encouraged his tongue to lightly trace
the length of her neck. "Slow dancing. I can "Slow,"
Meredith sighed as his mouth moved to cover hers. Any thought of
dancing to her favorite song was long gone. She was discovering a new
fondness for slow dancing. Meredith's hands slid up his arms to
rest over his shoulders, to lightly tug the curls at the nape of his
neck. Looking up, Meredith watched as his lips moved above hers until
they barely touched. Derek paused for a moment, to give Meredith the
opportunity to say no. Her lips parted in anticipation as she waited.
And waited. Sensing Derek¹s unspoken question, she moved her fingers
firmly against the back of his head, guiding his lips forward till
they touched her's. As their mouths met, Meredith wondered if she¹d
ever breathe again. He kissed her gently at first, his lips
warm and tender. Derek held her in his arms as if she could break
into a million of fragile pieces. But it wasn't enough. Not for
him. A warning note sounded in the back of Derek¹s passion-soaked
brain. "Derek," she sighed again, and he groaned. Throwing
all caution out the window Derek pulled Meredith into his arms. He
deepened the kiss, and Meredith responded, touching the tip of her
tongue to his. She pressed herself against him. The kiss wasn¹t
enough. Not for her. Her hands slid down his spine, cupping the toned
cheeks of his ass. Derek smiled against her mouth. "Do you
know what you¹re doing?" He had to ask, but the way Meredith
dragged his hips against her body gave Derek his answer. He slid a
hand between her thighs, feeling her heat, capturing her sharp cry of
pleasure with his mouth. As Meredith¹s body stiffened and crumpled
at his touch, Derek swung her limp body in his arms, and carried her
quickly through the empty apartment to his bedroom, setting her down
on his king-sized bed. He studied her prone body. Eyes closed, cheeks
flush, hair in amazing disarray, her pink lips curving upward. She
made his heart...stop. And he knew, from that moment on, only
Meredith could keep it beating. Derek rested a knee on the edge of
the mattress, his arms on both sides of her shoulders. He leaned over
her and smiled. Reluctant to stir from the wonderful sense of
being Derek had created, Meredith opened her eyes. Looking up to meet
Derek¹s heated gaze, she couldn't breathe or move. There was passion
in his eyes, and inexperienced as she was, Meredith had seen too many
movies not to recognize that look. She¹d seen it in him before, but
not as unleashed as it was right now. But there was something else in
his look, something that pushed aside the passion. She¹d think about
it later. Meredith knew she had something more important to worry
about. Him. All she could think of that moment was how Pacific blue
his eyes are. And how much she loved them. And him. Meredith reached
up and with trembling hands, cupped his face, pulling his mouth
against hers. Meredith kissed him. Hard. Hard enough to make
him pant, hard enough to bruise his lips, hard enough to make him so
hard and full he almost screamed. Hard enough to burn her brand on
his heart as well as his soul. Meredith's smile was pure seduction.
Her innocent passion stole his breath. Collapsing next to
Meredith, Derek reached for her, sighing at the delicate weight of
the woman in his arms. He moved so she was half-draped over his body,
her thigh across his, her arm lying over his If she
tried to stop him, Derek knew he would die. But he would stop. He
could do it. He could. Instead the sound Meredith made against his
lips was so delicious it made his heart pound hard and fast. Her
hands threaded into the dark curls of his hair. He groaned and
slipped his tongue between her pink lips, felt her momentary
hesitation, and then she made another one of those little sounds that
drove him half out of his mind and sucked delicately on the tip.
Meredith looped her arms around his neck and drew him closer. So
close he stopped thinking. Completely. Only taste and feel mattered
at that moment. The taste of the hollow of her throat, the bump of
her collarbone, the slope of her shoulder. The feel of her silky skin
against his mouth. Meredith quivered in his arms. "Derek,"
she moaned. "Oh my god…" Derek's normally sure fingers
were clumsy against the button of her jeans. Somehow Meredith managed
to help him pull the soft worn fabric from her body, along with the
cashmere sweater. He stopped. Just looking at her body killed him.
She was more beautiful than he'd ever imagined. The silky pieces of
lingerie clung to the supple curves of her breasts and hips in a way
her bikini never did. Derek bent his head to express his reverence
her form. Cupping one round, pebbled breast, Derek brought it
to his lips. Touching his tongue to the rosy peak, Meredith cried out
in shock. Leisurely, he drew the nipple into his mouth, gently
biting, sucking, stroking her flesh. His stubble scraped against her
sensitized skin. The cry escaping from her throat was so wild and raw
that Derek growled. His mouth worked its way down her torso,
kissing her belly, and reaching the soft golden curls that crowned
apex of her thighs. He felt her slim fingers digging into his hair.
Nuzzling, Derek kissed her. Meredith cried out and arched against
him. Slipping his hands underneath her, Derek put his mouth to her
again. He found the center of her pleasure and sucked and nipped
until she couldn't scream any more. Derek felt the orgasm
rip through Meredith¹s slender body. He sat back,pulled off his
sweatpants and came back to her. Barely remembering protection, Derek
reached into the bedside table for a foil packet. Tearing in open, he
sheathed himself. "Meredith." At his whisper she looked up
and Derek¹s heart consumed him. He barely registered how green her
eyes are as he held her gaze. Parting her thighs, he slid his rigid
length into her. He paused, giving Meredith¹s body time to adjust to
him. Derek bent to her, kissing her mouth, and as he did, sank
further into her, groaning as she sobbed his name against his lips.
He fought the urge to take her hard and fast. Again and again. He
wanted this to last...forever. Derek tried to withdraw, but Meredith
rose to meet him,her fingers painfully digging into the muscles of
his biceps as her silken heat clamped around him. "Meredith," he
cried. "God, Meredith." And then he stopped moving.
Stopped breathing. His skin wore a faint sheen of sweat. Meredith
was a virgin. He held still above her, in her, his life, his
breath hanging suspended on the brink of infinity. Her tight "Derek,"
she said again, her voice breaking. He knew letting her go was
out of the question.
do...slow."
"…just sit back and I'll dance for us both."
Derek blinked, momentarily blinded by the flash of a hot pink, lime green, and electric blue strobe lights. Rose placed both palms of her hands on his chest. A twisted grin, one that would have normally scared as well as excited him, toyed across her glossy lips. His mind was still fixated on the past though, on the beautiful night he had shared with Meredith as well as the days that followed. Thatcher had phoned him first thing the next morning, demanding a meeting. The meeting had been more of an ultimatum. Leave Meredith alone or Thatcher would chew him up and spit him out. There had been no choice. He had had to much at stake where his career was concerned.
Ignoring the rub of Rose's body against his own, Derek glances in the direction of the woman who had consumed his thoughts. Like their love, she was gone…