A/N: Here's another flashback that follows on 2 months after the one I last posted. :) Also, if anyone is also reading my other story WGTSMLT I promise I am working on another chapter.
Sunday, April 11th 2021.
Having received his message to meet, she slipped into the on-call room as inconspicuous as possible. As soon as the door shut, she felt his presence close behind her, his arm sliding around her waist to her front as he lips lowered to her ear with a whisper, "You made it."
"When my boss calls, I come running," she said with a smirk, leaning back against him. He chuckled softly as she turned to face him, and he backed her up against the door, pressing a few short kisses to her lips.
"You think you're funny, hm?" He murmured before stepping back, sliding his hand into hers to pull her onto the bed with him. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap so that she was straddling him. His hands moved up the back of her top, his nails grazing her skin slightly and eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"I think I'm hilarious," she said with a playful pout, threading her fingers through his hair, knowing how much he hated his hair being touched.
"You're definitely brave," he narrowed his eyes at her as he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her closer against him.
"I can't help myself," she said with a mischievous grin, tightening her grip in his hair as he pressed kisses to her neck.
He murmured softly against her skin, "I like it when you do it, though. God, I've missed you."
"You could've taken me with you," she mused as her head tilted back to give him a better angle of her neck, her fingers still tangled in his once perfectly styled hair.
"Next time, baby," he murmured and gently sucked against the hollow of her neck, urging on the heat rising inside her as each touch turned her on even more, "Didn't you miss me?"
A slight squeal left her lips as he suddenly moved her on to her back, moving over her, between her legs as he started to impatiently pull her pants off along with her panties. A wicked grin spread across her lips as their eyes met, ready to tease him, push him further, "Not really, I had someone else see to my needs."
She could see the jealous rage in his eyes as she spoke, a soft growl escaping him and he murmured as his lips found her inner thigh, "Don't tease, Meredith. I know that no one makes you feel as good as I make you feel."
The sensation of his lips on her skin and his warmth breath washing over her sent soft moans out of her, her head tilting back against the pillow and she closed her eyes to focus on the pleasure it gave her as she spoke breathlessly, still teasing, "Maybe I met someone new, someone who gives it to me twice as hard as you do."
His tongue found her soft spot, flicking the tip against her a few times before gently nipping her where she was most sensitive, enticing a loud moan out of her with a small jut of her hips against his mouth. She could feel him smirking against her at her reaction, "Oh, really? Does he make you wet like this?" With his words, he slid one finger between her wet folds, pushing it inside her in an agonisingly slow motion. He added a second finger when she didn't respond, engulfed with the pleasure of feeling his expert fingers inside her, slightly curled as they pushed in and out of her. His tongue continued to flicker against her as he pleasured her with his fingers and he spoke again, "Does he know exactly where to touch you to make you scream?"
Before she could quip back a response, his fingers twisted inside her, putting pressure against her g-spot, and making her moan out loud in pleasure. As though he had only just realised the need for her to not be screaming his name, which would probably happen soon if he carried on the way he was going, his lips move back to hers to quieten her with a soft chuckle, keeping his fingers inside her with quick movements, her hips moving against his hand. "Maybe we'll save that for later on tonight," he murmured between kisses, his words sounding like a promise, "Then you can scream my name to your heart's content."
"I want you, I need to feel you…" she muttered between moans, returning each of his kisses as he continued to thrust his fingers between her walls, her juices dripping down his wrist.
"Let me taste you again, baby. Come for me, and let me taste you," he gave her one last kiss before lowering his head once more, sliding his fingers out and gripping her hips before plunging his tongue between her walls, tasting every inch of her and rubbing her clit with his thumb, desperate for her to come in his mouth. Her hands gripped at his hair again as her hips moved in rhythm with the movements of his talented tongue. It wasn't long before she was becoming undone, unable to hold herself back as her body released the built up tension, her orgasm crashing through her as her come gushed over his tongue and he tasted every last inch of her pussy, loud moans escaping her lips but careful to not be tempted to moan his name in case anyone did hear anything.
He moved off the bed, one leg still kneeling on the mattress between her legs as he looked down at her sated body and she watched, waiting for his next movements or words. She watched as he pulled his top over his head, revealing his slightly tanned toned chest to her as he kept his eyes on her. She pulled off her own scrub top and dropped it with his on the floor, and he immediately lowered his body to hers again, the skin of their torsos against one another reigniting the flame of need inside Meredith.
"I just need to be inside you, baby," he breathed out, pressing his lips to hers again in a passionate kiss, and her fingers weaved into his hair. He loosened the tie on his pants before pushing them down and kicking them off his legs, pressing his hips against hers with a groan, his still covered length pressing hard against her abdomen.
"Fuck me, Derek," she muttered, still kissing him passionately, nipping at his lower lip with a gentle tug.
He growled and flipped them so that she was on top, her hair cascading down around them as she straddled his waist, "Why don't you fuck me?"
She smirked back at him, her hands lifting to tie her hair back with the tie on her wrist as she bit her own lip, her hips grinding down against him, "Derek Shepherd, giving over control. I love to see it."
He chuckled softly, reaching up to gently tug on the end of her ponytail so that her head tilted back as he sat up to nip at the hollow of her neck, lips drifting along her sensitive collar bone, softly muttering, "Don't get smart with me."
"What are you gonna do about it?" She retorted, a soft moan escaping her lips at his touch, feeling one hand grip her breast as she ground down against him.
His hand released her hair and unfastened her bra, pulling it off before moving his lips to catch her nipple between his teeth with a gentle tug, before sucking on it gently and teasing with his tongue, the movements stimulating pleasure deep within her core. Her wetness started to seep onto the cotton of his boxers and she could feel the slight throb from his length against her.
Her hand slipped between them and into his boxers, taking him in her hand with a gentle grip, twisting her wrist as she moved her hand up and down in slow, agonising motions. Their eyes locked, and she could see the intense desire deep within his dark blue eyes as her movements continued, knowing he'd lost the fight for control as he lay back on the bed staring up at her, "Dammit, just fuck me, baby."
She smirked again as she lowered his boxers further, lifting her hips to hover over the tip of his length, teasing herself against him as his hands gripped at her waist. She slowly lowered herself onto him as his hips thrust upwards against her, causing a loud moan to escape her lips as his tip hit deep inside, his full length filling her. She allowed herself to adjust before moving her hips up and down in slow motions, watching the expression on his face and taking pleasure in the effect she was clearly having on him.
Gradually, the speed of her movements picked up and his nails were now digging into her hips, undoubtedly leaving slight marks in her skin as she moved her hips harder down to meet his thrusting up to her. Their eyes stayed locked together as their hips moved together in sync, used to each other's rhythm and movements, knowing the right way to move with each other to reach maximum pleasure.
One of Derek's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her lips against his in a needing, passionate kiss, additionally using it as an attempt to muffle the sound of both of their moans, both of them still slightly aware that they were in the hospital and if someone were paying enough attention they would've been heard and their secret affair would be discovered.
Meredith could feel the tightening in the pit of her stomach as she felt her orgasm building up for the second time in that past hour. Derek's hand moved to rub his thumb against her clit as he felt her walls clenching around his throbbing dick, his own come ready to spill inside her.
Her climax hit and she felt the rush of pleasure shooting through her spine, moaning his name close to his ear. The fell of her walls contracting around him and her soft moans of his name pushed him over the edge, his come shooting inside her and mixing with her own come.
She breathed heavily, her movements slowing as she rode out her orgasm, their lips meeting in slow, breathless kisses as they both came down off their highs. Before she could move off him to pick her clothes up off the floor and get dressed, he lifted her by her waist and lay with her, pulling her back against him with his arms around her middle as he mumbled against the back of her head, "Don't run away just yet."
"You want round two already?" She smirked, trying to turn her head to look back at him, but he just buried his face against her hair, pulling her closer back against him.
"Just lay with me a moment, you always rush off," he lowered his head to press a kiss against her shoulder, "You have nowhere to rush off to right now."
She let herself relax in his arms. He wasn't wrong. She was always running away, using any excuse to avoid conversation or, well, this, after they'd had sex. There was no need to talk about it. No need to get feelings involved. Did he not realise that doing this completely counteracted the notion of not getting feelings involved? She still felt the urgent need to run and needed an excuse sooner rather than later.
Then, as though someone out there had been listening to her thoughts, and decided she deserved some good karma (which she definitely did not), Derek's phone rang.
He reached over her to grab his phone off the table, answering it without seeing who was calling. When the voice came through on the other end, she could feel his naked body, still holding her, tense around her. He released her and moved on to his back, his hand running through his hair.
"I won't be long," she'd heard him say to whoever it was.
She turned to look at him but he didn't look back, so she climbed off the bed, feeling somewhat bereft that he didn't pull her back as he just had. She started to pick up her clothes and pull them on as his phone conversation continued.
"I had to come back, Megan. I'll be home soon," he said with a huff in his voice and her head snapped up as she heard the name, looking at him as he still avoided to look back at her. Maybe not good karma after all.
She pulled her lab coat on and re-tied her hair back into a ponytail, turning to leave the room but was stopped by his hand on her arm, realising he had ended the call.
"Don't go," he murmured, trying to urge her back to him.
"We can't do this, we can't do this anymore," she pulled her arm out of his hold and went to open the door again.
"Meredith, please," he all but begged her, coming up behind her and placing his hand on her shoulder.
"No, Derek. I'm not just some side piece. I'm not second best," she muttered, not looking at him, but not shrugging his hand off her either, "You said you were leaving her, that was two months ago."
"I know, I know you're not," he moved his arm around her and pulled her against his chest, "I just need some time, please."
The whole situation was messing with her head. She knew they couldn't carry on like this, but she couldn't help herself around him. Being with him was different to others she had been with before. She felt like it was more than just sex for her, but she couldn't speak for him. He was probably just in it for the excitement. He'd tell her what she wanted to hear, right?
"I have to go," she muttered, pulling herself away from him again.
"Meet me tonight, please, at The Archfield," he asked as she went to leave the room again.
She sighed softly, maybe she just didn't have the will power anymore, and she didn't know why she then agreed to meet him there.
"Okay, I'll text you."
Without another word, and before he could say anything, she left the room, leaving him alone and making her way to the ER to find a case to distract herself with.