A/N: Back to a flashback!
Friday, February 19th, 2021.
She paced the room back and forth, phone in her hand as she debated what she was surely about to do. She didn't need him, did she? He probably wouldn't even come over. He was properly busy with his wife. But if there was any chance…. No, she shouldn't.
He'd said she could, though. He'd said to message whenever, and he'd come to her as soon as he could.
This was ridiculous. She was a grown woman. She didn't need him. But oh, did she want him.
It had been a horrible day, and things just kept going wrong, one after the other. She needed to unwind, and he knew exactly how to help her with that. He hadn't been in the hospital today, it was his day off and she was able to handle things, sure, and there had been no casualty that she couldn't handle enough to have to call him in on his day off. But the number of times she was tempted to call him, just see him - it was unhealthy.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and before she could stop herself, she found her fingers typing away a message to him. He could just ignore it if she were being too presumptuous. Tell her no if he were too busy. Him saying no was definitely the worst that could happen, and that wasn't all that bad. She could always sort herself out, go to a bar and find someone to take home. No-one knew how her body worked as well as he did, though. Well, maybe one other person, but she was unattainable right now, and maybe Meredith didn't even want to see her again.
She set the phone on the bed beside her, not expecting a response back as she groaned softly and lay back on the mattress. When had it gotten this bad? When had it turned into not being able to go a single day without him? Just as she had closed her eyes, finding her fingers wandering down her middle as she thought about the way he touched her, the way he made her feel, her phone went off with a new message.
She sat up suddenly, as though someone had come into the room and caught her with her hand in her jeans. She grabbed the phone with a little too much eagerness as she read the message. He was coming over. He was on his way. He had been thinking about her all day. A chill ran through her as she read the words, and she found herself biting her lip as she replied to let him know she'd leave the front door unlocked, and that she was home alone, in her bedroom waiting for him.
She moved in front of the mirror, raking her fingers through her hair to tame it somewhat before giving up and just pulling it up into a mess on the top of her head. Her hands then smoothed out the t-shirt she wore, trying to decide on whether or not to just wait naked for him. She did like it when he undressed her, though…
She decided to keep the t-shirt on and just remove her jeans, dumping them in the laundry basket, before sitting cross-legged in the centre of the bed as she waited for him. Only the lamp on her bedside table and residual light from the streetlights illuminating her room.
As she waited for his appearance, she got up and started pacing the room again, glancing through the curtain every now and again for any evidence of his arrival. Not too long after, she saw the headlights of his car outside the house, pulling into her driveway. He never usually parked in the driveway if he came around, but she didn't think too much of it. She sat on the edge of the bed again, listening to the noise of the front door opening and closing again, his footsteps on the stairs.
When her bedroom door was pushed open, she looked to see him walking into her room, dressed as though he had been out somewhere. Black dress pants, and a light blue shirt that looked like he'd just pulled a tie off it. Their eyes locked as he crossed the room to her and she stood to meet him, his lips immediately finding hers without a word.
Her fingers tangled into his hair, pressing herself against him as his hands gripped at her waist, holding her there as their kiss continued. After a moment, his hand was pulling the tie out of her hair, letting it fall down her back with a murmur against her lips, "Much better down."
"You've been out," she murmured back, one hand sliding down his chest to grip at the shirt he wore, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.
"Not important," he mumbled as they kissed continuously, and he turned her, backing her up against the bedroom wall as his lips moved to attack her neck with kisses and soft nips of her skin, his hands pushing up her shirt and sliding underneath it, swiftly unclipping her bra with a murmur against her skin, "You're so beautiful, it hurts."
She gasped softly as his hand gripped her breast, her head tilting back against the wall. His lips moved back to hers a moment with desperate kisses before pulling off both her top and bra, his hands sliding under her thighs to lift her up against the wall, his lips close to her ear as he spoke in a low voice, thick with desire, "Are you ready for more?"
She nodded with a soft whimper as his hips pressed against her, and she could feel his hard length through the clothes he still wore. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to feel him naked against her. Keeping a hold on her, he moved them over to the bed, laying her on her back, his fingertips teasing over her panties as he used his other hand to unbutton his shirt, kissing at her neck again as he leaned over her. He dragged her panties down her legs before throwing them to one side with his shirt he had shrugged off.
"I missed you today," he murmured softly, his lips hovering over her breast a moment before taking her nipple between his teeth with a gentle pull.
At the mixture of slight pain with pleasure, Meredith moaned out softly, her hips lifting up against him slightly as she felt the arousal between her legs growing. His tongue flickered against her aroused, hardened nipple as he massaged the opposite breast with his hand, his other hand teasing it's fingers against her sensitive clit to elicit more moans from between her soft lips.
"As much as I love playing with you," he murmured again, his lips travelling up her neck to her lips as he spoke, "I haven't been inside you for almost a week."
He quickly unfastened the dress pants and kicked them off to the floor, spreading her thighs slowly as their eyes locked, lips close together but not quite touching. She could feel his hard length brush against her inner thigh and she moaned softly at the pure anticipation of feeling him inside her again.
He adjusted himself so that the tip of his length aligned with her opening, before taking her hands and holding them above her head with one hand. His free hand lifted her waist as he slowly pushed his length between her tight, but well lubricated walls.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt him push deeper, a groan escaping deep from within his chest before his lips were on hers again. His hand slid to the small of her back to support her as he moved slowly inside her, in small movements at first as he relished in the feeling of being inside her again.
He pushed deeper into her as his lips pressed into hers with a passionate kiss, capturing her soft moans as he started to move faster inside her and her hips would lift further to meet his. They continued moving slowly together, his tip hitting deep inside her with each meeting of their hips.
"Derek…" she gasped out softly, her back arching slightly as her head tilted back, her hands gripping at the bed sheets beneath her as his movements picked up in speed
"Oh, baby, you feel so good," he growled softly as he leant over her, his lips closer to her ear, "Turn over."
Her eyes met his a moment as he reluctantly slid out of her, and she turned over onto her stomach, and his hands moved to her hips to pull her ass back up against him, his tip nudging against the entrance to her pussy from behind. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck and down her shoulder, slowly moving down her back as he slowly slid himself back inside her.
The change of position enabled his dick to push deeper inside her, and she pushed back against him at the drowned arousal it gave her, a soft gasp escaping her lips again at the pressure. He gradually started moving a little quicker now, upright again as his hands held her hips to move her back against him.
She started moaning out even louder, her hand gripping the mattress as he moved harder and faster inside her, and she could feel her walls gripping around him tighter as her climax started to build. One of his hands moved round to touch his fingers against her pussy, only teasing at first but soon moving in more rapid circular motions as her climax neared closer.
All of sudden she was becoming undone beneath him, her orgasm convulsing through her and she moaned out, almost screaming in pleasure as she came around him and she felt his movements quicken as he also came inside her, falling down forward against her, both of them breathing heavily as they basked in their post-orgasm bliss together.
His lips pressed soft kisses against her back as she continued to lay on her stomach, tasting the saltiness of her skin from the layer of sweat he was also surely covered in, both of them too exhausted to move from where they lay. His eyes wandered over her skin, slightly illuminated from the lights outside as he leaned to turn the bedside lamp off, noticing her breaths even as she started to drift off to sleep. He nestled his face close to the crook of her neck as he found himself falling asleep with her, his arm lazily draped over her back. He could get used to doing this with her more. No words spoken, both of them enjoying the pleasure the other gave until they fell asleep together.
She woke with a warmth around her and instinctively moved into the warmth. Only to realise the warmth was a person. A warm, naked person in her bed. Why was there a warm naked person in her bed?
Her eyes snapped open, finding Derek asleep in the bed with her, his arms tightening around her in his sleep. If she'd stopped to bask in it and wasn't panicking right now, she'd probably realise it was one of the best ways to wake up with him beside her, holding her as they slept and then slowly waking up together, enjoying the moment.
Except she was panicking, and she didn't have time for them to wake up slowly and enjoy the moment.
"Meredith," she heard the tired murmur escape Derek's lips as his face buried against her lips. It made her feel things. Things she shouldn't feel. Things she didn't want to feel.
"Derek, we fell asleep," she spoke quietly, attempting to wake him a little more.
"You fell asleep," he muttered sleepily, his eyes slightly opened as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"You stayed?" She breathed out softly, slightly shocked as she watched his eyes open a little wider.
"Hmm, I did," he hummed softly before pressing a soft kiss against her lips.
She was still in slight shock and couldn't figure out why he'd stayed, but she returned his soft kisses, her fingers sliding into his hair without her even having to think about it.
"I want to wake up with you like this every morning," he murmured softly as his lips travelled along her jawline and down her neck, turning her into a puddle beneath his hands.
"Derek," she breathed out with a soft moan, her fingers gripping his hair slightly.
"Don't think about it, baby. Just feel, feel this between us, think about how you feel, don't you want this?" He continued to speak in a soft murmur as he moved his lips back up to hers.
She returned his kisses again, and she did feel. She felt what was happening between them, it gave her warmth, it made her… she wanted him. She just wanted him, regardless of anything else that was happening. But she also knew the spell would be broken soon and he would be gone again, and she'd be left on her own.
His hands were touching her body now. Caressing his fingertips down her neck, over her breast before grabbing at her waist, his nails digging against her skin ever so slightly.
She gasped softly against his lips, her hand reaching to tangle into his hair again as she pulled herself against him, her leg hooking over his waist as she felt her deep need for as much contact with him as possible, and she wasn't sure if it was just the amazing sex making her want him.
"I feel…" she murmured between kisses, her chest tightening as she tried to explain how she felt, "I want more."
Her eyes snapped open as she made the admission to him, and to herself, for the first time and her familiar urge to run took over. She disentangled herself from him and stumbled out of the bed in a panic, feeling the tears welling in her eyes that she tried to fight back as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Meredith, come back…" he spoke softly, sitting up in her bed as he watched her.
"No, I can't, no…" she muttered as she wrapped herself in his shirt that lay on the end of the bed and paced the small space in her room.
Derek moved off the bed toward her, dressed in only his boxers and tried to focus more on Meredith's freak out than the way she looked wearing his shirt. She stepped back from his approach, though, holding her hand out to stop him.
"No, as soon as you touch me I'm going to completely melt and I can't, I can't do that right now," she confessed, looking at him pleadingly as she continued, "I can't feel this. I can't feel this way about you. God, this was supposed to be just sex. That's it. You're married! I can't fall for you, I'm just going to keep getting hurt over, and over and… I just can't do this Derek."
She could feel the tears on her cheeks now as she gauged his reaction, but was unable to read the expression on his face as he watched her. He probably thought she was absolutely crazy.
"I want you too, Meredith. I want more with you," Derek said as he went to approach her again, and then stopped as he ran his hand through his hair, "I'm going to leave her. I'm leaving Megan."