Book Three, Part Twenty-Seven: Meant to Be

Meredith's Point of View

I sat there, on a Friday night, in my comfortable, thread worn sleep clothes, staring at the black screened television. Before ending things with Mark, we would go out to dinner, or go to a movie, or stay in and make love, though that had been few and far in between once Derek came to town.

Now, it is just me. Well, it is me and Mia, but I allowed her to go out on a date with Jake tonight. I glanced at the clock. Still had two hours before Mia's ten o'clock curfew.

I made a face at the remote, but picked it up and turned the TV on, immediately flipping through channels.

Boring,

Boring,

Cheesy,

Boring,

Boring,

Cheesy,

Too action-y,

Too lovey dovey,

Hostage situation, I think not,

Paranormal Activity?

Win.

Just a couple being frightened out of their minds with not much gore or sex…

Sound familiar?

I was just to the part where the demon was dragging Katie out of her bed when I heard, "Mer?"

I kid you not, I jumped about two feet in the air.

I slammed my hand against my rapidly beating heart to try to calm it.

"God, you scared me." I accused.

Derek smiled.

"You can just call me Derek." He said. "Though God is acceptable."

I rolled my eyes and then I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, suddenly unsure what to do or say now that he was in front of me.

"So…"

"I…"

We both chuckled as we spoke at the same time. He sighed and plunged his right hand into his riotous hair.

"I just needed some…"

"Space." I supplied.

"Yeah." He looked relieved that I got it.

"Are you about done yet? Taking space, I mean?"

"Hmmm. Yeah, I think I am." He walked over to the couch and sat down next to me.

"Why? I mean you have had a decade and a half of space. What was there to figure out?" I asked, seriously curious. "I mean if you are not sure then…"

"I am sure, about you. I have loved you for over half my life. I wasn't sure about me."

"What do you mean?"

"I made you happy once, when we were teenagers. That was high school where things were…we had a safety net. We were sheltered. We had never lived alone or without our parents. This is real life. This is life with responsibilities and bills and jobs and outside forces that could crash down around us. I'm scared."

"Of what?" I asked.

"That I am not enough for you. Or Mia. I am not perfect. I make mistakes. A lot. I have made decisions that affected both of your lives and you didn't have a say so in it. I have a lot of regrets."

"I don't."

He looked over at me sharply.

"What? How can you say that?" He asked.

I chuckled and turned to face him, grasping his face with my hands.

"You gave me the best thing that has ever happened to me. Yes, I hated you. I hated you for a long time but even as I say that I know it isn't true. Hate is such a strong word. Hurt. Yeah, I was hurt, even destroyed, for a long time and yes, Mark did help me pick up the pieces, but it was always you. The truth is, I gave you my heart a long time ago and I never really got it back and I have discovered over the last couple of months that I don't want to. It's yours." I enunciated very clearly looking deeply into his eyes.

He placed his hands on mine and his cloudy blue eyes cleared. He smiled fully.

"I will cherish it always." He vowed.

I giggled in relief and leaned forward minutely; my lips parted. He met me halfway and this time he drew my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently. I moved my hands onto his shoulders and used him as leverage as I straddled him. His arms came around me to drag me even closer.

Our tongues battled for dominance and our moans and the screaming coming from the television the only sounds in the room. Oh, and the heavy breathing. Can't forget the heavy breathing…

I ground down on his erection making him whine like a schoolgirl. Now this, I remember. Suddenly I was taken back, fifteen years ago, when I had been in this very same position on this very same boy, feeling these very same feelings.

I guess it's true. Some things never change.

I sat up and ripped my shirt over my head and looked at him with half hooded eyes. My intent was clear, and he knew it. I was going to have him tonight.

He met my intent with a sultry intent of his own, as he took his index finger and slid it under my bra strap, nudging it off its resting place in my shoulder. First the left, then the right until both rested at the crook of my arm, my breasts becoming a little more uncovered to his never-ending gaze. He bent his head to nibble on my collarbone and it was my turn to whine. He then bit down gently, and I gasped as I felt wetness leak out into my panties. He muttered something against my neck, and I gasped again as his hand crept up to the back of my head, tangled into my hair and tugged forcefully enough to get my head back so he had easier access. He then dove right back in, giving me biting kisses down on shoulder and arm, then back up to the other shoulder and arm.

I whined again.

"More." I pleaded.

"Savoring." He said.

"Later." I countered.

"No." He said.

"Yes." This time I forcibly pulled his hair so he would face me. "We have all the time in the world later."

"I don't just want to fuck you. I want to make love to you." He whispered.

"Oh Derek, it's all making love. Call it lovingly fucking me." I suggested with a laugh.

He stood up abruptly and I hurriedly wrapped around him to keep from falling, giggling furiously. Then I just slid down his body. It was really awkward trying to walk while you are trying to keep your lips meshed and your hands are seeking everywhere, never staying in one place because you want to touch it all but yet you want to linger.

We knocked over a lamp, several books and the table in my foyer. I didn't even wince when an heirloom of my grandmother's hit the porcelain tile, breaking. I didn't cry out when my head hit the door frame when Derek pushed me up against it. Or when the doorknob hit my back.

None of it registered. The only thing in my focus was this man and all the feelings I held for him.

We stumbled up the stairs, our hands pulling at our clothing. Shoes, pants, his shirt. By the time we made it to my room, collapsing on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, all that was on us was my panties around one of my feet and one of his socks.

He settled his weight on me, every part of our body aligned and he traced his finger over my face, gazing at me tenderly.

"I love you." He whispered reverently.

"I love you too. But if you don't get moving on the tender fucking, I am going to do you bodily harm." I threatened. Sweetly, I threatened sweetly.

He smiled and pulled back enough to align his turgid cock with my dripping wet channel. I moaned as his tip dipped in. My walls contracted.

"God you are so wet." He groaned.

"The better for you to fuck me with, my Dear. Like now." I demanded.

He shook his head.

"So demanding." He teased.

I pushed up on my elbows.

"Derek Shepherd, if you don't…ah!" I screamed out as he practically split me in two, my back arching up in equal parts pain and pleasure.

"Oh Fuck." He gasped. "So tight. You okay?" He asked with a strained voice.

"Hmmm." I moaned, trying to become accustomed to his girth again. Mark wasn't lacking, but Derek was beyond packing. Oh God, now I am rhyming.

I slowly began moving, my hips gyrating up to meet his. He followed my lead and soon there was no discomfort. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him in deeper, feeling his cock all the way to my cervix. I think he had grown in the last fifteen years because I don't remember it being this good back then. I mean it was good, but not great like now. It was…

All consuming. I was consumed by this man. Completely.

We fit together, like magnets, like puzzle pieces. He was made for me, and I for him.

A particular rough thrust brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked into his frantic sex hazed eyes. He leaned back on his knees and gripped my hips to angle me up, going deeper still as his flesh slapped onto mine. His cock hit just the right spot to have me sputtering and gasping and crying out every time he hit it. My lower abdomen felt like a coil about to spring. Then my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I screamed his name out loud as he continued to pump viciously into me, prolonging it. White lights flared behind my eyes and then I went limp. He followed just seconds behind me cursing as he shuddered and gasped, finally falling on me in an exhausted heap for just a moment before easing out of me and falling to the bed beside me.

We just laid there, entwined, trying to come back to our senses. I extended my neck to look at his face and he looked down at me. We smiled blissfully.

"Like riding a bike…" he murmured.

"But much more satisfying." I said.

He laughed, then he sobered as if a terrifying thought had occurred to him.'

"Now what?" He asked.

I made him look me in the eyes.

"No running; ever. Stay and fight with me, for me. Love each other, even when we hate each other. Raise our daughter. Laugh every day. Wake up in each other's arms every morning. For all the days of our lives." I said solemnly.

"Amen." He said with a smile.

We were silent again.

"I still don't like the idea of this boyfriend thing. She is fifteen." He said. "She should still be playing with Judy dolls and having tea parties, not going out on dates with boys that can bench press a Volvo and going to keggers. And I don't think…"

"Derek?" I said.

"Yeah."

"Shut up and fuck me." I said rolling over on top of him.

"You are going to do that every time you want your way, aren't you?" He asked, amused.

"Oh yes. Are you complaining?"

"Oh no." He grunted as I took him inside of me.

"Good, because I always get my way." I said, swiveling my hips and making him arch his back.

I leaned down to kiss him gently.

And that was all that was said for the rest of the night.

Mia's Point of View

"That was…I don't know what that was. But I have mental images in my head right now that even bleach couldn't wipe clean." Jake complained.

I rolled my eyes and settled back into the swing with a satisfied smile on my face.

Jake looked up when a particularly loud scream floated down to us. He grimaced.

"Your mom is rather…um vocal." He said with a strained voice as he shifted in his seat.

"Oh please this is like free porn for you, only you can't see the visual." I said.

"Aren't you grossed out? Your parents are up there…getting busy." He asked.

I smiled again, and I looked over at Jake.

"Nope I am way too satisfied that my plan worked." I said.

Jake chuckled.

"You are a devious little girl, you know that?" He asked. "I mean getting Bailey to ask him to come here, knowing that that dinner would put your dad over the edge with Addison and get him to leave her, throwing them together all the time…I would blame the gunman on you but there is no way you could pull that off."

"Yeah I didn't account for that. Stupid dude. Though he did speed things along rather nicely. And I am not devious. I am calculating. There is a difference."

"If you say so, Dear." He said.

I snuggled up to him.

"You are a perfect choice for my first husband." I sighed.

His chest rumbled with his laughter.'

"Derek!"

My nose wrinkled.

"Yeah okay, now it is disgusting. Take me for ice cream and then to Aunt Cristina's." I demanded.

"Your wish is my command." He said with a funny little bow. I took his arm and looked back at our home.

Our home. Mine, Mom's and Dad's.

Just the way it has always been meant to be.