"Meredith," Derek moaned, literally jumping her the second he got the tent zipped behind him. The excursion for condoms may have temporary distracted him, but the second he had seen her darkened, flushed face and naked body he had been ready to go. He held her head in one hand to kiss her desperately, the other frantically unbuttoning his shirt so he could have skin on skin contact once again.
Meredith moaned in response and helped him tear buttons through buttonholes before she ripped the shirt off of him, and tugged the undershirt over his head. Before he could get to his pants, Meredith had pulled him back on top of her, and forcing their lips together.
Grabbing his hand, Meredith brought it between her legs. "Feel," she panted in between kisses. "You were taking forever so I started."
"Without me?" Derek's teasing turned into a groan as his fingers discovered just how ready she was. "My god, Meredith, you did start," he moaned, easing a finger inside her wetness.
With just a few thrusts of Derek's fingers and the work of a very talented thumb, he had Meredith spiraling into another orgasm that had her screaming and swearing until she came down from the high.
Derek was able to ignore his sexual frustrations long enough to smile down at her lovingly. "So, whose hands do you like better, mine or yours?"
"Yours. Definitely yours."
Laughing softly, he shook his head in disbelief that she had worked herself that close. It was hot and he was disappointed that he had missed it. When her warm, naked body pressed urgently against him once again, these thoughts left him immediately. Pretty much all his thoughts left him immediately. Nothing mattered more than her and him and what they were about to do now.
Meredith kissed him again, her tongue going into his mouth and rubbing against his as she rolled him over so she could be on top. Straddling him, she undid his pants and pushed them down with his boxers and allowing his erection to spring free.
Watching through lidded eyes, Derek let her take complete control of this round, knowing there would be plenty more where he could have her tiny body pinned beneath him.
Perching on his thighs, Meredith took one of the condoms. With exaggerated slowness and teasing eyes, she opened the package carefully and rolled the condom on, running her fingers down it several time to make sure it was one correctly. This teasing touch had Derek's eyes rolling back in his head, and he had to fight not to flip them over and take complete control over their activities.
Finally, Meredith stopped teasing him, and with both hands braced against his chest, lowered herself on top of him with a quick motion. Derek groaned her name at an embarrassingly high volume, unprepared for her to be quite so wet or quite so tight. His hands flew up her soft legs to her narrow waist and gripped it tightly as she rode him. Derek found himself staring, mesmerized by the movement of her breasts, mimicking her slightly uneven, but increasingly fast rhyme, and the way her head was thrown back, her long hair coming down to tickle his slightly raised thighs.
Derek's hand left her waist and reached up to grope one of her breasts. He cupped it in his palm, fingers coming up to play with a hard nipple. The action made Meredith release a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a scream. Derek would have smiled if his body had been in his own control. Currently, it was aching for release, loving Meredith's possessive actions far too much.
In an attempt to help Meredith finish faster, and thus allow Derek to finish sooner in turn, Derek moved his hand on her waist and brought it to the spot where they were joined so his fingers could help her along.
"God, Derek," Meredith moaned when she felt him, racking her long nails down his chest. Her volume increased. "Derek! God . . . damn it . . . fuck, Derek!"
Her screams lost all words that had any meaning as she clenched around him, throwing her head back in another screaming moan as her body finally released, her hands gripping his upper arms, the nails digging into his skin. Derek took a moment to enjoy the sight of her pleasure, pleasure he had created, before gripping her waist tightly, and lifting his hips to slam in and out of her one, two, three times before he also found himself in the same pleasure as he released inside of her.
When Derek's world once again had shapes and sounds instead of just spiraling colors, he found Meredith laying against him, panting slightly, their bare bodies sticking together with the sweat they actions had created. Derek held her for just a minute, before carefully pulling out of her. Soon though, he had rolled back over to her and taken her back into his arms, her warm body relaxing into him the way in only did after sex. Her head lay against his chest, eyes half closed, and her warms breathes tickling his skin.
"Derek?" she murmured after a few moments.
"Yeah," he responded just as lazily.
"Are you okay?"
Derek frowned. "I think I'm better than okay after that." He wondered how she could possibly think anything else.
"Oh." Her soft hands traveled up and down his chest and Derek almost moaned at the sensation. "It just looks like this hurts."
Derek looked down to see her finger tracing one of the many angry red lines that her nails had created when she had scratched down his chest. He laughed softly. That barely stung.
"No, it doesn't hurt. But something else hurts," he said quite seriously.
Meredith looked worried. "What?"
"This." Derek lifted his arm from around her to show her where her nails had broken the skin and tiny drops of blood had formed.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. Here let me . . ."
Derek cut her off before she could start doctoring him. The little half moon marks certainly didn't require any treatment. "I'm fine, Mer. I was just teasing."
"But we shouldn't just let it bleed, Derek. What about bears?"
"What about bears?" Derek had no idea what she was talking about.
"They can smell blood for a mile. There are bears around here, and I do not want to die indirectly from a sex injury. That would be a bit much to live down," Meredith rambled, with a cute little frown on her face.
Derek laughed loudly. "Mer, the blood thing is sharks. I promise there are no sharks around here. You're not going to get attacked."
Meredith didn't look completely reassured. "Are you sure?"
"No," Derek said bluntly. "Because I might attack you!" he exclaimed, nipping softly on her collar bone and tickling her sides.
The action had the desired affect and she collapsed into giggles, halfheartedly swatting at him.
"Derek!" she giggled. "Stop!"
"No, no, no," he teased, abandoning his collarbone to focus fully on tickling her.
"Derek! Derek, stop!" She was laughing so hard now tears were coming from her eyes. Derek had had no idea that she was this ticklish. Which was too bad. He would have used it to his advantage long ago had he known.
Finally he took mercy on her and stopped, only to pull her into a long kiss.
"You were so relaxed before," he told her when he pulled away, looking down at her flushed cheeks and shinning eyes.
"Yeah, it was nice," she retorted, trying to be serious, but instead falling into another fit of laughter.
"Yeah, well, I'll just have to get you that way again," Derek growled, rolling more fully on top of her and feathering kisses over her entire face before claiming her mouth hard.
The giggles quickly turned into moans, and Meredith squirmed with need.
"Again, Derek, do me again," she begged when the kiss was broken.
Derek grinned.
"No problem."
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Alex and Christina started sniggering as Meredith screams got loud enough for them to hear. In contrast, George moaned loudly.
"Damn it, I wanted to sleep," he complained.
Burke laughed. "You'll sleep, O'Malley. They'll probably be done by the time you go to bed."
"Meredith and Derek?" The alcohol seemed to have loosened his tongue. "No they won't. They go all night, and never stop. Why the hell did you give him condoms?"
"They would have done it without the condoms," Christina said knowingly. "They did in the woods."
"I really didn't need to know that," Burke laughed. "But, really, I doubt they'll last the whole night. Derek is not young enough to have that kind of stamina."
"But I bet Meredith does," Alex laughed. "I wonder how her lungs will hold up, though."
"I used to change her diapers," Richard moaned as he came over to the group. "And now I hear this."
"Chief," Burke greeted him. "Why are you up?"
"Can you sleep through that screaming?" Richard grabbed a bottle of water and sat down. "She's always had a set of lungs on her though. Could cry for hours as a baby."
Alex laughed. "I knew she was a screamer."
George groaned. "I knew that too. And I wish I didn't."
"Oh, lighten up." Christina hit George on the arm.
"Yeah, you live with her and Shepherd doing this every night, and then tell me to lighten up."
Everyone chuckled at George, no one really understanding how right he was.
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After awake lying with Burke for almost three hours, Christina groaned.
"You are so stupid," she complained. "You gave away all the condoms, and now Meredith is getting screaming orgasms."
"I didn't give all the condoms away," Burke contradicted. "We have plenty. You just don't want to have sex."
"No, I am withholding sex because . . ."
"I'm an ass, and it's my fault that we're listening to her scream," Burke completed, having heard this statement far too many times in the last three hours. "But you are being unreasonable. Let's have sex ourselves and then we won't have to listen."
Christina sat up, so she could look down at him. "No! You are not using this situation to get sex. You were stupid. That means no sex."
"I was being a good friend," Burke muttered.
"Shut it."
I know, I know, I suck at updating. I am so sorry I abandoned this for so long. But it's up now and I'm planning on regular updates through the end. Sorry, again.
Please review anyways.