As promised, it picks up directly from where I left off in the previous chap.

And as also promised, this chapter may be a bit (okay, a lot) descriptive, so … to all minors, please do NOT read under the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx line. You can begin reading again third to the last paragraph. LOL Let it not be said that I didn't give fair warning.

This is for Bee (thank you for all the encouragement, assurance and validation), BitB21, xxDark-Elfxx, Bonnie, "007, Blond Agent"/Steph & Sara/Lexie.

Her tickled giggling came to an abrupt halt as his lips covered her mouth, softly moaning her pleasure at the longed-for contact. She should be ashamed of herself for delighting too much in that simple act of their lips touching, but she'd been yearning to kiss him since she got home to find him in his self-imposed isolation that that moment she felt his lips on hers was pure pleasure.

And for someone who had just blatantly announced to their roommate that they were going to have make-up sex, not to mention the fact that he had unabashedly fondled her in front of said roommate, Alex seemed to be taking his time, content with just pressing his lips against hers, savoring the contact. His fingers on her breast, however, did not mirror the absence of movement of his mouth on hers, sending delicious swirls of desire racing through her as they gently kneaded the already hardened nipple.

As he heard another moan escape her lips, he shifted his mouth over hers, clamping down on her lower lip. He nibbled on it playfully, teasingly, running his tongue seductively from one corner to the other, moaning himself as her hand grasped the back of his neck in approval. When he felt the tip of her tongue softly graze against his lip in invitation, he gave up his imprisonment of her lower lip to take possession of her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to meet hers.

She instantly felt the increase in pressure of his lips on hers, plundering her mouth relentlessly, similar to the way he kissed her in the linen closet this morning. She recognized the difference, though; whereas the first one was meant to dominate, this one was driven by passion and desire … an urgency to express his need of her.

Her heart tightened at the memory of his withdrawal from her, or more accurately the reason behind it. It hurt her --- she won't deny it --- to discover that he had thought his revelation about his past would cause her to reject him, or worse, that she wouldn't want him anymore. It served to make her realize just how unsure he was of her, and she longed to show him how important he was to her and how much she needed him in return.

Her lips ceased matching his passionate kissing during her musings, letting him continue the seduction without her cooperation. Overtaken by the same desperation that he himself earlier experienced, she tightened her hold on his nape, wrapped her right arm around his back to draw him on top of her, and spread her legs apart to show him where she wanted, needed him to be.

Attuned to her silent messages during sex by now, even though they've only been lovers for two weeks, he accepted her invitation and slowly moved to cover her body with his own, settling in between her legs, maintaining contact with her mouth. Accurately reading the change in her demeanor, he curbed his desire and decreased the intensity of his ministrations on both her lips and breast.

By the tempering of his passion, she sensed that he had understood her need to slow down, and she sighed against his mouth in appreciation. She cupped his face when he had stopped kissing her, his mouth now just hovering over hers.

At her sigh, he had pressed his lips harder against hers for a few seconds more before pulling away an inch, sighing in return. He leaned into her hand before placing his forehead on hers, not at all resentful of the disruption to their lovemaking.

She pulled him tighter to her, unable to control her need to hold him. She really couldn't explain why; she just felt that if she didn't, he'd somehow disappear. I was scared that you wouldn't want to be with me anymore … the words echoed in her mind, and she clung to him, as if doing so would erase his fears, and most importantly, the guilt of knowing that she didn't give him enough reason to believe in her. Her fingers tightened at his nape and at his shoulder, and she unconsciously drew her knees up so her thighs gripped his hips. I won't walk away … I can't.

A little more in control over his aroused body, he raised his upper body slightly off of her, his hands shifting to cradle her head. The break of contact elicited a whimper of protest from her, and he brushed the hair from her closed eyes. He swallowed despite the constriction in his throat, his finger gently wiping the tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye.

"Mer," he whispered his question, concerned and guilt-ridden about her agitation.

She shook her head ever so slightly, the tiny movement almost indiscernible. The second time he called out her name, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes to him. She cupped his face again, this time with both hands, and met his inquiring gaze.

"I should be mad at you," she sighed, running her thumb across his cheek.

"Yeah," he whispered, covering her body again as he pressed his forehead onto hers, closing his eyes to relieve the stinging sensation, "you should."

He slowly rubbed his nose against hers, the intimacy and proximity a calming influence on his tumultuous thoughts. I don't know how I can make things better for you … that doesn't mean you can just push me aside because I'm of no use to you … then I guess you really didn't know me at all …

He lifted his head an inch to bravely look down at her. He somehow had to make her understand why.

"I can't …," he paused to take a deep breath to control the trembling, "I can't lose you."

She grasped his head tighter, pulling him down to her. She briefly pressed her lips to his, and then spoke softly against his mouth.

"You won't … not because of something that happened in your past. Whatever you did back then wouldn't upset me, Alex. It only becomes a problem when you bring it into our relationship … when you let it tear us apart."

He bit down on his bottom lip to prevent the words he ached to say from spilling out, knowing that she wasn't ready to hear them. He kissed her instead, trying to erase the guilt and hurt he had glimpsed in her eyes, praying that she'd comprehend what he couldn't verbalize.

His tongue edged along her mouth and she willingly opened to him. The sensation of his tongue against hers alone was enough to wet her panties.

His hand resumed his earlier position at her breast, lightly teasing the nub with his palm. The friction caused by her lacy bra against her nipple added to the pleasure zinging through her body, and she was not above voicing her arousal.

He recognized 'moan type three' --- a rapid succession of four short moans then a throaty growl --- signaling her impatience, an unmistakable command to 'speed things up.' Never wanting to disappoint, he ground his erection against the juncture between her thighs as his hand slid under her shirt and deftly pushed the lacy garment aside to close over the already pebbled nipple.

She could feel the pressure of his arousal through the layers of fabric that separated them, and she arched up at him to douse the fire burning between her legs. She'd never wanted anything more than she wanted Alex in that moment ... her very skin ached with the need for him.

"Alex," she groaned, her hips jerking beneath his.

He tore his mouth from hers and sought the area just below her earlobe, aware that the tip off his tongue against it would trigger a whole lot more of moaning.

"Alex!"

Her scolding and growl of frustration made him chuckle softly in triumph.

"What happened to 'hon'," he asked teasingly, tracing the outline of her ear with his tongue.

The ragged intake of breath betrayed her body's reaction to his latest ministrations, and her hands hooked onto his shoulders. Her right leg unconsciously wrapped around the back of his thighs, pressing down against the bottom of his buttocks to bring him closer to her heat.

"What," she asked breathlessly, distractedly.

"I prefer 'hon', actually … has a nice ring to it," he murmured humorously against her ear.

"What the hell are you talking about," she asked, a hitch in her voice as his tongue darted inside her ear, causing another gush of warm liquid between her legs.

He felt her body spasm and his body reacted accordingly. Fearing that neither of them would be patient enough to prolong the foreplay if he continued with his seduction, he tactically withdrew his tongue from her ear to temper their building arousal. He brought his face in front of hers, his eyes crinkling in amusement as he exulted in the impatience and desire stamped on her face.

"You called me that earlier," he smirked, "and I know we agreed no cheesy nicknames," his hand ever so slowly feathering a controlled trail of fire on her skin, deliberately making a pass at her erect nipple, in order to sustain their arousal. His grin grew wider at the sight of her tongue sweeping her lower lip, and he continued teasing her, "but I kinda like the sound of it … so maybe I don't mind cheesy nicknames after all."

Through the blinding haze of desire, she saw the teasing glint in his eyes and almost gave in to the giggling, but the pleasure his hand was creating was way too overpowering to ignore, so she growled louder this time, not ashamed to let him know that she wanted him.

"Could we get on with this, please," she berated then added teasingly, "hon," causing him to chuckle again, but he did give in to her demand.

He leaned towards his left, his elbow supporting his weight, as he inserted his hand between their bodies and reached for her warmth … discovering that her panties and jogging pants were already soaked through.

"Ready for me, hon?"

"Alex … naked … NOW!"

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With a final hard kiss on her mouth, he pulled away from her body with a smirk, rolling out of the bed to stand with his knees against it. He reached for her legs and walked backward, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that her legs were dangling off of it. He then bent over her to grasp the waistband of her pants and wrenched them off, taking her soaked underwear with it, his eyes never leaving the mound of blond curls. He carelessly discarded said garments and was about to kneel in between her thighs when she sat up and put her hands against his chest, shaking her head vigorously.

"No," she said, motioning for him to stand up. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled him to her, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him. She used both hands to fiddle with the button and zip, and then yanked his pants down, silently instructing him to step out of them.

She caught the gleam of amusement in his eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled in response to his smirk. Her attention soon came to rest on the impressive bulge hidden inside his boxer briefs, and she moistened her lips unconsciously. It wasn't until she heard his sharp intake of breath that she realized that she had reached out to touch him intimately, her slender hand rubbing along its length.

"Meredith," he groaned his protest breathlessly, his body humming.

He stepped back from her hand and she pouted.

She stood up in front of him and reached for his shirt, tsking away his objection, and pulled it over his head. She ran her hands down his exposed body, her fingers pausing long enough on the dark pink nubs hidden among the scattering of hair. She smirked in response to his growl, and continued the light exploration of his torso, down his sides and onto his flat stomach, her fingers tingling at the feel of his skin.

Her eyes darted to his bobbing Adam's apple, and she moved forward to nuzzle his neck, her hands gripping his waist to prevent him from pulling away. She licked a trail along his collarbone then up his neck, the tip of her tongue registering the vibrations from his growl. She felt his hands on her hips, and she pushed away his arms with an upward swing of her bent arms, giggling when she heard him snarl in reaction to her 'no touching' directive.

"Mer …"

"Quiet, Alex," she reprimanded against his neck, her left hand sliding towards his erection.

He bit down on his lower lip, his hands fisted at his sides, and his length jerked against her hand.

She bent her legs to slide down his body, planting wet kisses every two inches along the way till her chin felt the tip of his erection. Kneeling in front of him, she pressed her face against the bulge, and her hands went to the waistband of his briefs.

"Mer, you have to stop," Alex said in a choked voice. He grasped her head and stepped a few inches away from her. "I'm about to go over," he rasped.

He bent down to take hold of her arms and pulled her up with him, his arms encircling her body to draw her against him, her own arms going around his waist. He desperately sought out her lips, and she returned the fervor of his assault on her mouth.

She tiptoed to get closer to him and felt the stiff head of his arousal press against her naked warmth, annoyed at the remaining scrap of cloth preventing her from feeling his skin. She abruptly tore her mouth away from his, pulling a few inches away from his body as her hands went back to the waistband of his briefs.

"Take it off, Alex," she rasped her command, impatiently tugging at the offending garment.

He pulled her head towards him to lock lips with hers again, and when he felt her holding his head in place, he let go of her head to dispose of his underwear. She followed as his body dipped lower to wriggle out of his briefs, unwilling to break the kiss. Having completed their task, his hands repositioned themselves on her hips, pushing her towards the bed.

She made a sound of protest, resisting his forward movement. With as much strength as she could muster, she turned them so that the back of his knees pressed against the bed, and then she pushed him onto it.

She nudged his knees apart and pushed at his chest to get him to lie down. She giggled as she saw his smirk and raised eyebrows, wagging her own eyebrows at him. She then placed her hands on his tense thighs, and then bent down to crawl over them, her hands sliding upward.

He raised his head to watch her, and she maintained eye contact as she slowly made her way to join him on the bed.

She raised her bent knee over his hip till it rested on the bed, repeating the action with the other, but not without letting her warmth heavily graze against his burgeoning length, the tip almost entering her. With both knees now securely on the bed, straddling his hips, she lowered herself onto his abdomen, his arousal firmly digging into her lower back. She deliberately squirmed against his stomach, aware that he could feel her wetness. She tsk tsk tsked him again when she felt his hands grip her thighs, and she covered them with her own, preventing them from sliding towards the juncture between her legs. She shook her head and made big eyes at him, and he chuckled in response, withdrawing his hands from her and made a production of putting them behind his head.

Reading his surrender, she giggled triumphantly and bent down to kiss him on the mouth, her hands holding his head securely in place. Just as the thrusts of his tongue against hers intensified, she pulled away from him and sat up. Her eyes crinkling at his look of frustration, she crossed her arms and reached for the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it upward and over her head, effectively replacing the feigned scowl on his face with a look of approval. She then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps over her arms and threw the white lace on the bed.

Without warning, she leaned towards her left and reached for a pillow, and then proceeded to put it under his head, doing all those while still atop him. Satisfied that he now had a better view from his raised vantage point, she lifted herself onto her knees and moved backwards till she hovered directly above his groin.

She reached below her and gently wrapped her hand around his throbbing length, sliding her hand down until she reached the base, and then she guided it into her as she lowered herself onto him. When she felt its tip against her wet opening, she let go of it and moved her hands to his chest. She looked up to catch him staring at the point where their bodies fused, almost fused, intimately, and she felt another gush of wetness. There's something so erotic in the knowledge that your lover is watching as you take him inside you.

She slowly lowered herself, taking him in an inch at a time, both of them moaning in ecstasy at their union. When he had filled her to the hilt, she bent down, her breasts gloriously rubbing against his chest, and covered his mouth with hers. She allowed him to grasp her head this time, needing the anchor against the powerful torrents rippling through her as she felt him growing inside her. She slowly rubbed her sensitive area against the dark curls to somewhat relieve the throbbing ache.

She gasped against his mouth as she felt a spasm of pleasure in between her thighs, and she raised her head a few inches to stare down at him with heavy lidded eyes.

"Mer," he whispered, his hands brushing the hair off of her face before cupping her cheeks. I can't lose you.

She saw the reverence in the way he looked at her, and she mentally swore never to give him another reason to doubt her. She pressed her lips against his … I won't ever walk away from you… I can't. She pulled away after a few seconds and sat up straight, her left hand splayed on his stomach while her right hand grasped his thigh for support.

She looked into his eyes as she raised herself till only an inch of him was inside her, and then she slowly took him inside her again till she was halfway down his length. She repeated that action, only slightly picking up the pace, but never going an inch lower than the halfway mark. His labored moans echoed her own, and on about the 8th or 9th thrust, she quickly pressed down until all of him was inside her, the exquisite pleasure making them both scream as they jerked against each other.

Her familiar moans told him that she was fast approaching completion, and the look of ecstasy in her eyes told him that she could no longer continue her ministrations, so close was she to the edge. He pulled her down against his chest, and then he grasped her hips as he reached up to claim her mouth. Holding her in place, he thrust into her, slowly at first then picking up speed. Her lips and tongue ceased returning his kiss, indicative of just how close she was to release.

"Now, Alex," she rasped, closing her eyes as she raised herself with the support of her outstretched arms astride his head, her face turned toward the ceiling.

Her scream came a mere two seconds before his, her shuddering bringing him to his own climax. He jerked into her as he rode his orgasm, her feminine muscles clamping around him heightening the pleasure.

Still free-falling, she felt her arms give way and collapsed against his chest, and she burrowed her head in his neck, his shudders serving to prolong her own bliss.

When they both finally came down from their glorious high, she lifted her head to stare at him, her hands bracing the sides of his face. She saw the corners of his mouth lift in a tender smile, his eyes still looking back up at her with reverence, and she smiled in return, lowering her head till their lips touched. I love you.

His heart lurched at the feel of her lips against his, and his hands crept along her back till they reached her head, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. I'm in love with you.

Please note that this will be the very LAST detailed scene I will write for this story (for any story for that matter). That said, Sara/Lexie, you'll just have to live with all the hinted scenes. LOL

I forgot to mention in my A/N in the previous chap that I was hoping you guys wouldn't get mad at me for making Izzie react that way … making you hate her. I'm glad she was able to 'redeem' herself in the end.

Ciaobella06, Love-phoebe, Bonnie, elisaday16, AuburnH, rdrherrera, Bee, "007,AgentBlond"/Steph, Rachey33, LaFilmeM, Brandy, Mer's4life, xxDark-Elfxx, personifiedx, shell36799, Aquilka --- a million thanks for your reviews; appreciate everything you guys have said. I'm really glad you enjoyed the rules and the alex/mer/izzie convo. It makes my days brighter to know that you've enjoyed what I've written. Izzie down, the others' reactions next, maybe not in the next chap though. Yes, derek will indeed have that talk with mer, and we will be seeing Addison around too. Once again, thank you thank you thank you. I hope this chapter was just as enjoyable.

Mer's4Life --- LMAO do you know that you're the only who actually asked what the other rules were … I was wondering if anyone would LOL. the rest of the rules will be revealed as alex and mer break them. LOL

rdrherrera --- yay! you gave me my 200th review! doing the dance of joy!

Bee --- thanks again for my daily doses. the day just wouldn't seem right without them.

Since they wouldn't follow instructions and drop me a line about their stories, despite the fact that I requested for recommendations, I've decided to promote their stories myself. Please check out the stories by Murgy31 (My Best Friend; Miranda Bailey, M.D.; and Do Over), I Took the Blond Chick Down to … (Changes for Better or Worse), LaFilmeMichelle (Disconnected), and BitB21 (Addison's Anatomy)! Their fanfics are on the very short list of stories I follow. Amazing reads!

So … I know that I have become lousy at updating (but not as lousy as with my other fic --- I already lost one reader LOL), but please bear with me; back at work and things have been really hectic. I fervently hope that you will continue to read RtD despite my delinquency. LOL I will try to update more often. In the meantime, your reviews will assure me that you are still reading this, so please please please review! Thanks for reading!

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