Three's a Fantasy

Meredith and Mark

Meredith woke in her bed two weeks later with a terrible hollow feeling in her chest and gut. She turned into Mark's chest and rubbed her face against his smooth, well defined muscles for comfort. Tears filled her eyes when she remembered how cold Derek had been to her yesterday. Since that day in the closet, Derek hadn't flirted or teased with her at all. He'd made no advances in any way. Whenever Meredith or Mark tried to talk to him his face closed down and he walked away. Meredith was trying to accept that Derek had made his choice. He couldn't accept loving her the way she was and she refused to try to be someone she wasn't again.

"Sh, sweetheart, sh," Mark hushed her tears, "He hasn't totally turned away. He watches you, when you aren't looking, every chance he gets. He's besotted, whether he wants to admit it or not."

Mark smiled inside at the irony of waking to his girlfriend's tears over another man.

"But, Mark ..." Meredith looked up at him with sad eyes, "He doesn't. He ignores me all the time. He never chooses me as his intern and he doesn't love me. I don't think he ever has. He was just playing games with me again the way he did before, when he didn't tell me he was married to the heifer."

"Sweetie, I swear I've never seen him like this. He loves you. I know it. It's me he objects to. Why don't we reconsider, Meredith? Derek obviously can't tolerate an open relationship with you. I'll bow out and leave you with him."

"No!" Meredith clutched Mark as if afraid he was leaving her right then and there, "Please don't leave me, Mark. I can't bear it. I'm sorry I'm being such a crybaby over Derek. I won't cry again. Please stay!"

"Meri, what in the world?! Of course I'll stay if you still want me to. I love you, remember?" Mark sat up and hauled Meredith up to sit with him, cuddled in his lap, "And I want you to feel free to cry if you need to. Your not a crybaby, you're hurt. Derek is such an ass. He could at least try it for a few weeks to see if it could work. This way he's assuming it won't. Except when he married a woman years older than himself, he's always been a little rigid in his middle class attitudes."

"Mark, I think we should be prepared to let Derek go once and for all," Meredith said, her heart breaking, "He's not coming back."

Meredith's breath caught in her throat, "Oh, I miss him already."

"It's going to be okay, sugar," said Mark, gently rubbing her back, "We still have each other. You aren't alone."

Mark rolled over with Meredith in his arms at that point. The one sure way he'd discovered to get her mind off Derek was to plunge his hot cock deeply into her body until there wasn't a thought left in her head. He covered her soft body completely with his much taller, harder frame. In stark dominance, with no preliminaries, Mark pulled her leg wide by the knee, and rubbed his cock into the juices already gathering in her vulva. She gasped in surprise and pleasure at the sudden world of erotic sensations he was evoking. She willingly spread her knees wide and Mark took immediate advantage pressing hard into her pussy. As usual he had to work himself back and forth, patiently, over and over, until he was able to plunge deep. The fit was almost unbearably tight at first and Mark loved it. He kept pumping in micro thrusts until her sweet spot heated and softened in utter welcome.

Meredith sighed in relief as they united, feeling loved and understood.

Her hands kneading his long back, she whispered, "Kiss me, lover. I need your mouth."

Their kiss swept Meredith completely away. In spite of her sadness over Derek, joy sparkled between Mark and herself. She gloried in the sweet taste of him. He gave her what she wanted, always. To other people, particularly interns, Mark was a complete prick, but to her he was glorious. Somehow they made each other funnier and happier. All of the people in her life who'd said they loved her, including Derek, were hyper critical at times. Mark never was. Meredith reveled in his unreserved acceptance of who she was. She was so tired of trying to meet someone else's expectations of her.

Mark didn't plunge into her mouth. Instead he sipped and teased, coaxing her yearning response until Meredith licked his lips and pressed up into the warm crevasse of his mouth. She pressed the tip of her tongue to the red tantric spot on the roof of his mouth and then licked the inside of his lips. Mark took charge of Meredith's pussy while he yielded his mouth totally to her. First Meredith's tongue plunged into his mouth, and then Mark's cock plunged into her sheath. They alternated back and forth until Meredith had to pull back to breathe. He arched hard into her body and stretched full length on top of her, fucking her rapidly. Meredith kissed his throat and chest, caressing his entire back side with her hands and feet. Meredith kissed Mark's heart and writhed in orgasm under his huge cock rubbing both her pussy and clit at the same time. Mark went wild then, fucking Meredith into another orgasm and himself into ecstasy. Meredith screamed and clenched her whole body around his. Mark groaned and then half laughed.

"Wow, great way to start the day, doll baby," Mark gave her a smacking kiss on the temple and brushed her soft hair back from the side of her face, "In fact I think I might go ahead and spend the rest of the day right here."

He gave another suggestive thrust of his hips.

"Oh no, you're not, mister. I have many brilliant surgeries to attend today even if you don't. Let me up big guy. It's late. We have to hurry."

Meredith and Mark teased their way out of bed and into showers and clothes. Every time a sad thought crossed her face Mark chivvied her out of it. Meredith reached up and kissed his cheek before opening her bedroom door.

"You're a love, Mark. I just wish you'd be nicer at work so that everyone else could know this side of you."

"What niceness I have, sweetie, is all yours. I have no intention of ever using it at work," Mark gave her his best sneer.

She smirked and then laughed, "Okay, love. You win. Let's go."

They stepped into the hallway outside Meredith's bedroom and almost bumped into George coming out of the bathroom, a towel hitched around his waist with his flabby belly draping over it.

"George, you're going to be late," Meredith said in surprise.

"Maybe I could have been on time if I'd had some sleep last night, Meredith," George sulked.

He eyed McSteamy with prurient interest. The man was tall and absolutely gorgeous. George could tell from a hundred surreptitious peeks at Dr. Sloan's crotch that the man was hung! Too bad he was wasted on a slut like Grey. George shivered just thinking of the sexy groans, moans and screams that had disturbed his sleep three times through the night. He supposed that that was how Grey kept Sloan's interest. The skinny bitch couldn't do it any other way, that was for sure.

Meredith blushed, "Oh, you heard us? I'm sorry George, but I thought we'd agreed to use earplugs on the nights we had company. The house has little soundproofing."

George's current squeeze had the bad habit of banging George against the wall, making a horrible racket so both Meredith and Mark had slept with earplugs more than once.

"I ran out, I've had to use so many," his attitude was surly as well as envious, but he still eyed them salaciously.

Mark had had enough.

"Meredith, it's time to go."

"That's a change, you telling her to go instead of come," George said nastily, and then looked frightened by his own temerity.

Sloan turned then and looked at George as if he were a cockroach.

"O'Malley, watch out, one day I might decide to step on you," Mark intimidated the smaller man with sheer size alone.

Then he swept Meredith out of the house and off to work.