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As much as Derek would never admit it, he was really glad his sister had dragged him out fishing. If he'd have stayed in bed all day, he'd probably end up replaying his fight with Meredith for the thousandth time in his head. His dad had taken him and Mark fishing every Sunday, and it was the best way to keep a clear head. Especially when his dad was sick, until he was unwell enough to do so, he'd still gone with them every week. And for that couple of hours it almost felt like things were normal.
Granted, Liv wasn't the best fishing partner, but she was a really good sister. Eventually, when she'd got too cold and bored, she'd dragged him home for what she described as proper food and a sit down inside. He assumed his mom wouldn't ask him too many questions, and would just grill Olivia later and so agreed. When they got in, he put all his fishing stuff in the porch as Liv went to get them both a drink.
'Derek dear, do you want any food?' his mom smiled as he sat next to his sister at the kitchen table.
'I'm okay thanks,' he replied, taking his orange juice. 'I don't know how she's still hungry.'
'Shut up.' Olivia pouted, taking the sandwich Alison made her. 'Just because you eat nothing.'
'I do eat,' he laughed. 'I just stop when I get full.'
'Well I'm not full.' She pouted.
'We've eaten exactly the same.' He laughed.
'Well good for you for being full. I'm not.'
'Oh stop bickering,' Alison chuckled, sitting down with her own sandwich opposite them. 'Did you have a good time fishing?'
'It's boring.'
'No it's not.' Derek rolled his eyes. 'You're just impatient.'
'No I'm not. It's boring.'
'I've never understood the attraction either,' his mom shook her head. 'But if you boys love it that's all that matters. Did you catch anything?'
'Two,' Derek sighed. 'But I let them back.'
'Anything interesting?'
'Not really,' he shook his head.
'We were saying we all need to see grandma soon,' said Olivia with a mouthful of food.
'I think she would really like that.' Alison nodded.
'Is she coming for Thanksgiving?'
'I haven't asked her yet, but I was going to.'
'Is everyone coming back for Thanksgiving?' asked Derek.
'I would hope so,' his mom laughed softly. 'Olivia have you heard from your sister this week?'
'Yeah, she called me this morning, she's good. Has she not called you?'
'She rang on Sunday, I just assumed she'd have spoken to you more recently. Have you spoken to her, Derek?'
'I called her on Monday night.' He nodded. 'She still seems to be enjoying herself.'
'She is.' Olivia nodded.
'Well if she's gonna tell anyone the truth its you,' he laughed.
'True.' His sister smiled.
'She said she really gets on with her room mate.'
'She does,' Liv nodded enthusiastically. 'Georgia, she's called. I'm going to visit next weekend.'
'You are?' Derek frowned.
'Yep, Thursday to Sunday.'
'How come no one wants to come and visit me?' he laughed.
'Sorry didn't realise you want to party with your little sisters.' She rolled her eyes.
'Yeah, true. That probably would be a little disturbing.' He winced.
'Yeah you would not be fun to go out with.'
'Hey, I can be fun.'
'Yeah….' She laughed.
'Whatever, you girls like to gang up on me.' He teased.
'You have Mark! You don't need us.'
'True.'
'Plus you always complain that we annoy you,' she smirked.
'Very true.' He nodded. 'Yeah, just forget visiting.' He winked as there was a knock at the door.
'I'll go get it,' smiled Alison, standing up. 'Beverly from church said she was going to pop round either today or tomorrow.'
'Okay,' said Olivia as her mother walked away. 'So have you heard about Lara and Jake?'
'No, what.' He shook his head, despite knowing what was happening.
'Shit,' his sister breathed. 'Think they're gonna break up.'
'Seriously?' he raised his eyebrows at the realisation Lara had obviously spoken to his younger sisters now.
'Yeah….' She sighed. 'La wants to come back to New York and do her internship at Si…..' Olivia trailed off as her mom reappeared in the room.
'What?' Derek frowned turning around. 'Oh.'
'Hi,' his girlfriend said quietly, dressed in her Dartmouth hoodie and a pair of black jeans, her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, a few strands free, framing her face. She looked like she'd been crying, her eyes red and her face pale.
'Hi,' he replied, unknowing what else to say.
'Olivia, get your jacket and we'll go and get a coffee.' Alison smiled.
'But I'm eating,' she whined, picking up her sandwich.
'Well bring it with you in the car then, come on.'
'Fine.' She sighed.
'I'll get you a cake, come on.'
'Alright then.' she huffed, picking up her plate and making her way past Meredith, an awkward look exchanging between the two.
'We'll be back in an hour or so?' Alison said to her son.
'Sure,' he nodded.
'Okay.' She said, gently squeezing Meredith's shoulder. 'I'll see you two in a bit.'
'Yeah,' his girlfriend whispered as Alison walked out of the room.
'So,' he breathed.
'Hi.'
'Hi.'
There was an awkward distance between them as she stood in his kitchen doorway and he sat at the table. She had her bag slung over her shoulder and her phone clutched in her hand, looking nervous. He wasn't expecting this at all, he figured she wouldn't have wanted to see him after their fight and so wouldn't even know he was home. And even if she had known, he never expected her to show up unannounced.
'I'm sorry.' She blurted. 'I'm really… really sorry.' She whispered. 'And I know you probably hate me… I would hate me too… and I just wanted to talk.'
'Okay,' he said simply.
'Okay?' she breathed in relief. 'Good… that's good…' she nodded.
'Shall we sit down somewhere comfier?' he suggested. 'And less formal than the table?'
'Sure.' She nodded eagerly.
'Couch?'
'Sure.' She repeated, following him in to the living room and sitting on the opposite end of the couch, cradling her bag in her lap and fidgeting with the strap.
'I wasn't expecting to see you.' He said honestly.
'I couldn't not come,' she breathed, still playing with the strap on her bag. 'I don't like fighting with you.' She said quietly.
'Hmmm.' He nodded.
'I know… one minute… I have a list…' she rambled, reaching into her back jean pocket and pulling out a very worn piece of paper. 'I.. just so I don't forget anything…'
'Anything?'
'That I want to apologise for…' she didn't meet his eyes.
'Oh.'
'I… okay,' she looked up from the paper. 'I'm really sorry and I don't really know where to start so I'm just going to go with it… I… I'm really sorry that I lied to you, I shouldn't have done that…. At all.'
'No.' he agreed.
'And if I could turn back time I obviously wouldn't have done it.'
'Hmmm,'
'I… I knew it would make you happy and I honestly didn't think it would ever be a problem. I was going to tell her.'
'Hmmm,' he breathed, unconvinced.
'I tried… to tell her. I tried to tell her the day I came back but… lets just say it didn't go very well and I ended up chickening out. Which I shouldn't have done. But I did try… I did want to tell her.'
'Okay.'
'But I shouldn't have lied to you. And as soon as she arrived I should have told you.'
'Why didn't you?' he breathed.
'I don't know…' she whispered. 'I panicked… I thought you would hate me for lying to you… but then that led to more lies and the more it carried on the harder it was to tell you… I… I didn't mean any of it.'
An awkward silence fell between them of which he didn't know how to fill. He couldn't tell her it was okay, because it wasn't. He was hurt.
'When I tried to tell her…' she began, realising she wasn't going to get an answer. 'I told her I needed to talk to her and she asked me if I was pregnant. Then she basically called me a whore and that she wouldn't be surprised if I was, and she could take me to the hospital for a termination. I told her I wasn't a thousand times but she just kept going… then her pager went off and she said work was more important than whatever I had to tell her. Then I didn't see her again before I left…'
'She doesn't sound very nice.' He said softly.
'She's not.' She replied quietly. 'And her turning up… was like… the worst thing ever. And not just because I hadn't told her… even if I had… she's… enough to put anyone off, lets put it that way.'
'I already told you that wouldn't happen.'
'I know.' She nodded. 'But I… I panicked and she says things and does things…'
'I wouldn't care what she said about me.'
'I know,' she breathed, tears stinging her eyes. 'I know that but when she turned up I was so panicked and I didn't want her to say things to you. You're… you… and I didn't want my mom to come and ruin it.'
'I don't care what she says to me, I care what you say to me.'
'I know.' She whispered. 'I…' her voice a little stronger. 'She wouldn't have just said things about you… me.. she would have told you things about me… or rather, said things about me in front of you and I… didn't want you to believe them.'
'I know you, Mer. I know when she says you're unfocused, that's not true.'
'I know. And I think that's what makes me feel even worse, I know you would have been amazing about it… but I guess it all just went out the window.' She chewed on her lip nervously.
'So you pretended we weren't together, without telling me.'
'I know,' she shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut fiercely to stop the tears falling. 'I know I was wrong.'
'You should have told me.'
'I know.'
'I…' he trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
'I'm sorry.' She whispered. 'I'm really sorry.' She looked down at the list again, her fingers trembling slightly before she spoke again. 'I'm sorry about your stuff. I shouldn't have moved it and I feel really, really bad. That was.. visibly hiding you and you don't deserve that…..'
'It hurt me.' He nodded.
'I know… I… I don't want to hide you. I don't want to hide you from anybody because I'm not embarrassed about you, Der. I'm not. I love you and the last thing I am is embarrassed to be with you… I cant believe that I'm with you half the time. You're amazing and I'm… me. My mom thinks things and she judges people… but I don't think that.' She shook her head. 'You have to know I don't think those things, Der.'
'I did.' He said sadly.
'I love you. And I don't care what kind of family you come from. I mean, your family's amazing so obviously it doesn't matter but even if you didn't…. it wouldn't matter anyway. My family's shit, and so who am I to judge anyone? Your family's so much happier than mine so why does money matter? I love you. And I don't want to lose you, Der.'
'I just…' he trailed off. 'If you don't think it why did you say it?'
'I was trying to explain how intense she is… she's a lot. And she's mean.'
'And you'd be scared to be disapproved of having a poor boyfriend.'
'No,' she whimpered. 'It's just another thing to add to the long list of things she'd say…. And I knew it would hurt you.'
'Yeah, it did.'
'But I don't think it. You have to know that.' She pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears again. 'I love you so much and I… I don't want to lose you, Derek. I can't lose you. Please…' she whispered.
'You really hurt me.' He murmured.
'I know. I know I did and I'm so sorry. I'll do anything.' She whimpered. 'Please don't leave me…'
A single tear made it's way down her cheek as her lips trembled, she took a breath and it hitched in her throat. He could tell she was trying really hard not to cry, not to break down. She sniffled as she wiped her nose on her sleeve and there was a twinge in his heart. She was upset. His girlfriend was upset because she had hurt him, and she had. She had hurt him, but she had also flown out here at what must have been an incredible rush, in order to apologise to him, even though she thought he was going to dump her anyway.
'Come here,' he breathed, surprising even himself with his words and extending of hand.
'What?' she whimpered, a few more tears spilling from her eyes.
'Come here,' he repeated, opening his arms to her.
'Oh,' she cried, smiling, before scrambling into his arms and burying her face in his chest, his strong arms wrapping around her and breathing her in. She smelt like lavender as always, and he held her tiny frame as she shook in his arms, his shirt becoming damp from her tears. He held her for a few moments, rocking her gently and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. She was clutching on to him so tightly, as if she was clinging to him for dear life. He knew she was sorry.
'Shhhh,' he murmured, rubbing a hand on her back. 'It's okay.'
'I'm sorry,' she hiccupped, her head still on his chest. 'I'm so sorry…'
'I know you are.' He whispered, squeezing her tightly. 'I know.'
'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
'You do?' she breathed, looking up at him, her eyes glazed with tears, her cheeks wet.
'Of course I do.' He cupped her face.
'Are you sure you don't hate me?'
'I could never hate you. I hate what you did, but never you.'
'Oh,' she whispered, wiping her eye. 'I love you so much, Derek.' She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his own.
'I love you so much too.'
'I really thought you were going to dump me.'
'I'm sorry if I over reacted,' he murmured as she lent her forehead against his.
'You didn't.' she whispered. 'What I did was wrong.'
'Yeah.' He breathed.
'But you still love me?'
'Meredith…' he smiled. 'Yes.' Before he leaned to kiss her softly, his lips brushing over hers. Nothing hard, just a soft, gentle, lingering kiss. He pulled away for a second, to see the smile on his girlfriend's tear stained face, before she leaned back into him, her fingers instantly going to his hair. Her lips were so soft as they caressed his own again, and he wondered how he'd gone days without them. Since they'd gotten back to school there hadn't been a day where he hadn't kissed her multiple times. But since Monday he hadn't felt Meredith's lips on his own and he was in heaven. He pulled her closer into him as she was still in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, so there wasn't a part of them not touching.
'Mer…' he breathed into her mouth as his hands snaked around her wasit.
'I love you.' She whispered.
'I love you too.' He planted a peck on her lips before resting his forehead back against hers, smiling.
'I'm sorry.' She said quietly, tracing his cheek with her fingers.
'I know. It's okay.'
'It's not.'
'I forgive you.' He kissed her softly again, revelling in pleasure as her tongue licked along his teeth before entering his mouth.
'I love you so much.'
'I know.' He gazed into her eyes. 'It's happened, we can get over it.'
'So we're okay?'
'We're okay.' He smiled.
'Really okay or just you saying we're okay but then you not actually forgiving me and end up resenting me and-'
'Meredith,' he laughed, cupping her face in both hands. 'Shut up.'
'Oh,' she giggled.
'I love you.'
'I love you too.'
'So we're okay.'
'We're okay.' She beamed.
'And anyway, if you want to make it up to me I can think of a few things you can do.' He smirked, running a hand gently along her hair.
'Oh really?' she giggled.
'Mmm-hmmm.' He nodded. 'Make up sex is the best part about fighting.'
'It is?'
'It is.' He grinned.
'I'm sure that can be arranged.' She teased, the smile widening on her face. 'I'm sure I can think of a few ways to spoil you.'
'Hmmmm, and what would they be?'
'Well,' she breathed, leaning closer to him so he could feel her hot breath on his face. 'I know you've been wanting to fuck my boobs for a while now… so maybe we can start with that?'
'Fuck…'
'And I know how much you want to have sex in a semi-public space… so that can be next.'
'Mer…' he breathed, tightening his grasp on her, imagining fucking her somewhere someone could see.
'You're kinky.' She giggled.
'So are you.' He said, breathless.
'Then we make a good match.' She giggled again, pressing a kiss to his lips. 'Hmmmm…. What else can I do to make it up to you….'
'We can't exhaust too many kinks at once… we have to save some.'
'True.' She nodded. 'So maybe I'll just give you fuck tonnes of blowjobs.'
'Fuck Mer…' he groaned, feeling himself start to harden as his girlfriend talked seductively to him while being sat in his lap.
'And also plane sex. Mile high club.'
'You… seriously?' his eyes went wide.
'Unless you don't want to?' smirked.
'Definitely mile high club.' He breathed, his hands going to her ass.
'How long do we have before they get back?' she whispered into his ear, sucking on his lobe.
'I… not sure.' He mustered as her mouth moved to his neck and began to suck.
'Then I guess I'll have to be quick.' She giggled, turning to look at the window before hopping off his lap and drawing the curtains. 'Unless you want a show?' she smirked.
'Maybe if it wasn't my mom….' He said breathlessly.
'Okay.' She giggled, shutting the living room door and walking over to him. She knelt in front of him as he sat on the couch and he could feel himself growing more and more aroused at the prospect of his girlfriend sucking him off in his living room. She grinned up at him before reaching for his belt, fumbling until it came undone.
'Shuffle forward a little,' she instructed, pulling his zipper down and smirking as she reached inside his boxers.
'Fuck, Mer…'
'I love you so much.' She whispered, lifting his shirt slightly and pressing a kiss to his navel.
'You… you too….' He moaned as he felt his erection grow harder.
'What do you want me to do?' she gazed up at him. 'Tell me baby, this is for you.'
'I want to come in your mouth,' he whispered, his hands going to her hair gently.
'You want me to take it all?' she looked at him with big eyes.
'Yeah..' he breathed.
'Good. Because I want your big cock at the back of my throat.' She breathed, tapping her fingernails up the length of his shaft.
'Fuck… Mer…' he moaned.
'Do you want that too? Me to deepthroat you?'
'Fuck yes…. I want to fuck your mouth.'
'I want you to fuck it.' She whispered, pressing a kiss to the head of his dick.
'Will you swallow it?' he gulped.
'Every last drop.' She kissed his dick again, this time darting her tongue out to lick at the precum as her hand went to his balls, giving a gentle squeeze.
'Fuck…' he groaned. 'Fuck…'
She kissed up and down his shaft, licking and purring, before he thrust his hips up to her lips, his hands tightening in her hair and his voice begging her to take him. She parted her lips and looked up at him seductively, before taking him all in. Her mouth was so warm, and wet, and she took him all. She moaned as the head of his dick hit the back of her throat and he cried out in pleasure, watching her tiny mouth full with his cock. It was fucking sexy to watch and he couldn't help his hips bucking continuously until he felt a wave coming over him. She squeezed his balls tighter and sucked him until he couldn't hold it anymore, releasing into her and holding her face in his hands as she swallowed all of him.
'Fuck…' he panted as she licked her lips.
'Was that good?' she giggled, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
'Fuck yes..' he nodded, still catching his breath. She climbed off the floor and back into his arms, folding his now flaccid penis back into his pants, and wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning to kiss him. He was in a post-orgasmic haze, and his girlfriend massaging his tongue with hers was sending him into a new state of bliss. He couldn't stop kissing her. Every time they pulled away for air, they came straight back, his arms tightly around her waist.
He was in love with her, he knew that. He was so in love with her and he knew that she loved him too. She'd hurt him, she'd really hurt him, but he also knew that her relationship with her mom was volatile, and Meredith felt like a constant disappointment. It made him sad to think she was so scared of her own mom that she would hide their relationship, and that she and her feelings were the most important here.
Every time her lips brushed his own, their passion was conveyed, their love told not through words. Holding her in his arms, he never wanted to let go. She was his Meredith, and he loved her.
'Love you.' She whispered, as she pulled back, breathless.
'Love you too.' He replied.
'When did you book a flight home?' she asked softly, placing a peck on his lips before snuggling into him again.
'I didn't.' he breathed, kissing the top of her head.
'Me neither.' She murmured. 'I… when do you want to go back?'
'I don't mind.'
'I… tomorrow? I want to tell her. I want us to tell her.'
'Mer… you don't have to.' He shook his head.
'No, I want to.' She put a hand on his chest. 'I want to.'
'Okay.' He nodded.
'I want to prove to you I love you.' She kissed the underside of his jaw.
'Baby I already know that,' he shifted her in his arms to cradle her. 'You don't have to prove anything.'
'I want to tell her.'
'Okay.' He nodded. 'Okay.'
'I love you so much.'
'I love you too.'
'I really thought you were going to leave me.'
'I've already told you, I'm never leaving you.' He rested his chin on the top of her head as she leant back into his chest. 'Ever.' He squeezed her hands which were clasped in his around her midsection. 'No matter how hard it gets.'
'Promise?'
'Promise.' He kissed her temple. 'I… I love you.'
'You too.' She turned her head to catch his lips. 'Forever.'
'Forever.' He smiled, his hands locked in hers.
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