WARNING: This chapter is rated M.
Meredith woke up and nestled closer to Derek, smiling contentedly as he tightened his grasp around her. He rubbed her back gently, lifting her shirt slightly to press his fingers against her bare skin. She let out a little shiver as he traced her spine, before pressing his palm to her lower back. He opened his eyes and turned his face towards her. "Morning," he murmured, taking in her face with sleepy eyes.
"Morning," she returned.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Better than I have in three weeks," Meredith told him, smiling slightly.
"Same here," he said softly. "The smell of lavender definitely beats the smell of my grandma's sheets."
She giggled softly. "That bad?"
"They smelled like mildew and arthritis cream," he told her.
"Ew," she said, furrowing her brow. "That's gross. But I think I still beat you." She paused for a second, the frown fading from her face. "I actually spent a night on the bathroom floor with Izzie," she whispered, dropping her gaze from his face.
"Oh, Mer," he said softly, leaning towards her to press a kiss to her hair.
"It's fine," she said. "It really is, because you're here now."
"I am," he told her faithfully.
She smiled and, moving deliberately, rolled on top of him, fitting into all his parts and places. She sighed softly and she dipped her head to press a kiss to his lips.
He groaned softly into her mouth as she parted her lips, feeling the softness of his lips and the intoxicating wetness of his tongue. They explored each other's mouths lazily, moving their lips against one another, until he pulled back to suck gently on her bottom lip. She moaned softly into his mouth as he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and then her chin.
He rolled them over gently so that she was pinned under him. He took in her flushed face and glassy eyes and chest, rising and falling unevenly beneath him. She spread her legs a little and moaned when she felt his arousal pressing between her legs. He shifted against her slightly and she let out a little gasp, gripping his shirt between her fingers.
Watching her face intently, he shifted his weight onto one arm and moved his free hand along her side, across her stomach and to the edge of her shirt. He lifted it upwards slowly and she arched her back so that he could sweep it over her head. He then returned his hand to her stomach and slid it upwards towards her rib cage. He traced a path between her breasts and up her neck before resting his fingers against her jaw. He stroked her cheek softly with his thumb, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.
She lifted her body slightly to press it to his briefly, before reaching down and pulling his shirt up and over his head. He kissed her again, rubbing his chest lightly over hers. Nothing felt better than his bare skin against hers. Liquid fire pooled in the pit of her stomach as he kissed her, nibbling and sucking her lips. Her desire was more intense and more demanding than ever before.
He began to move his hips against hers again and heard her sharp intake of breath as his arousal pressed against her clit. She meant to say hold on, wait up, but somehow, she forgot and suddenly they were hurdling forward. They were doing all the things they always did, but faster and more.
Both of them felt it--this time was different. She had always been the one to pull back; she had always been the one to stop them before they went to far. But now she wasn't doing any of those thing. She was pulling him closer instead of pushing him back.
He pushed them over slightly so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, closing any remaining space between them. He kissed her over and over again until she was breathless with desire. "Mer, do you want to..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but she understood.
She focused on his face. She lifted her hand to his cheek and then, ever so slightly, she nodded. He held her gaze as he ran his hand down her side until he came to the edge of her panties. He hooked one finger around the edge and pulled them down slowly, sliding them down her thighs and over her calves, before slipping them off her ankles. And then she was naked in front of him. It wasn't as scary as she thought it would be. It felt good. She watched his gaze fall across her body, taking in every curve, every line as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
When he finally lifted his gaze back to her face she could feel the tears in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, moving his lips against hers, as his hands roamed her body, feeling every surface that his eyes had taken in moments before. His fingers were warm, his touch gentle and electric all at once. He drew her closer until their bodies were touching once again, her breasts pressed to his chest, their legs intertwined.
There was only one piece of clothing between them and Meredith knew that they couldn't stop now even if they wanted to. And she didn't want to. It felt too good. She moved her hand to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. He pulled back then and looked into her face. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
She nodded wordlessly. She was sure. She really was. She loved him. This, she knew. He leaned away from her and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. He was back in a matter of seconds, drawing her close again. She could feel his hardness against her thigh. She began to move her hips in a circular motion and moaned as his erection slipped into her dripping folds. "Derek..." she moaned. She couldn't wait much longer.
He reached down and hooked his hand behind her knee, pulling her leg up high on his hip. He shifted towards her, but then stopped at the last second, leaving it up to her, letting her give her permission. She gave it. She shifted against him and he thrust gently, slipping inside her. She moaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead before beginning to move inside her. He pulled out slightly, before thrusting back into her, this time slightly harder. She sighed softly and moved her hands to his shoulders drawing him closer. He thrust into her over and over again, going deeper each time.
She could feel her desire begin to build, rising slowly as he moved inside her. She lifted her leg higher on his hip and moaned at the new angle. After a while, he paused and rolled them over so that he was on top. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to thrust into her again. With deep breath, she closed her eyes and let him take her wherever he wanted.
Meredith had never known sex could be this way. She had never known that sex could make her feel whole, instead of empty. She realized, suddenly, with a pang of remorse, that she had had sex at least a dozen times, but never with anyone that she cared about, let alone loved.
She opened her eyes again and watched Derek's face as he moved above her. She could tell by the way he held her, by the look in his eye, that he was focused on her pleasure just as much as his. She knew, with a flood of surety, that unlike every other guy she had dated, Derek would not be leaping out of bed as soon as it was over and pulling on his clothes quickly to make his escape. She knew that he would still be here in an hour, holding her and kissing her and making sure she was okay.
Meredith could suddenly feel herself begin to tighten around him. Derek sped up his pace slightly and she moaned, feeling her pleasure rise. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips as she began to climax. The pleasure washed over he like a wave, but Derek didn't stop his movements. He continued to thrust into her and almost immediately, Meredith could feel another one coming. This time, they climaxed together.
Derek relaxed against her, but didn't move right away. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth and then, lovingly on her forehead. She smiled and let her eyelids fall shut as he lay down next to her, pulling her against him. "I love you," he told her.
"I love you," she said. "More than I ever thought possible."
They lay in silence for a while, her head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing her spine. "How do you feel?" he asked her after a while.
"I feel...I don't know..." She shook her head slightly. "Loved, I guess. And happy."
"I'm happy too," he murmured, kissing her hair. She smiled and pulled herself closer to him. "What do you want to do today?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she said. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know either," he told her. "I just know I don't want to be anywhere without you."
She felt tears in the corners of her eyes and she squeezed them shut. She wanted to feel like this forever. "I think I have an idea," she said after a while.
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They walked out her back door and across her lawn towards the creek. They walked single-file along the path through the patch of woods at the edge of her property and emerged at its shore. "This was a good idea," he said.
They gazed out across the water together in silence. "We met here," she told him with a sigh.
"How could I forget?" he said, laughing. "You were very charming. Accusing me of being a rapist and a murderer"
"I did not accuse!" she exclaimed, swatting his arm. "I asked, very politely, if you were either of those things."
"You definitely implied," he told her.
"Oh God," she muttered, shaking her head. "What did you think of me?"
"I thought you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw," he confessed.
She turned her head towards him, narrowing her eyes. "Liar."
"No, seriously," he said. "Before you accused me of being a sociopath-"
"Murderer," she corrected him.
"Right. Before you accused me of being a murderer you were very beautiful."
"I wasn't afterwards?" she asked, pretending to be hurt.
"Of course you were," he told her. "You still are. I just meant the whole scene was beautiful. It was like a painting." He smiled and turned towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You staring out across the water, frowning as your golden hair fluttered in the breeze." He shrugged. "That was it. I was in love with you."
She smiled up at him, her eyes shiny with tears. "Derek..."
"But then you went and called me a rapist and it was over."
She laughed, hitting his chest lightly. "Liar."
He smiled down at her and drew her closer, pressing a kiss to her lips. "You're right. I've loved you forever." She smiled and he kissed her again.
"Thank you," she whispered between kisses. "For everything."
Sigh. I would so marry Derek if he weren't a fictional character. Lol. I hope everyone liked this chapter! REVIEW!
