A/N: Okay so this goes back to follow on from the flashback from chapter four when Derek propositions Meredith... enjoy. :)

Wednesday, November 17th, 2020.

She was already half-way drunk when she spotted him sitting on his own in the corner of the bar, watching her. Cristina had left her alone to go to the toilet, so she climbed off the stool she sat on and made her way over to where he sat in the corner booth, nursing his whiskey.

"Dr Shepherd," she greeted him with a half smirk, sitting a little too close beside him in the booth, if anyone were to be watching them.

"Dr Grey," he returned with an amused smirk, "How can I help you?"

"Sex with you was amazing," she said bluntly, partly due to the tequila running through her system, "I've not had sex like that for years."

"Meredith…" he murmured her name softly as his hand dropped to rest on her thigh, "I feel the same way."

"I have to know a few things," her breath hitched slightly as his fingertips wandered further up the inside of her thigh, and she felt the muscles of her vagina twitch slightly.

"Mhm," he hummed softly, knowing exactly the effect he had on her.

"Why do you want this? You have a wife," she bit her lip to force back a soft moan as his fingers rubbed a little over the crotch of her jeans.

"She's not around, and she doesn't satisfy me, definitely not as near as much as you do," he explained simply, using his free hand to sip at his drink before he continued, "and you, Meredith, you're just… I have fantasised a lot about how it would be to be with you. The real thing doesn't come close to those fantasies."

"We need rules," she murmured softly, still distracted by his fingers against her jeans, "No sex at the hospital. We can… my house. A hotel. Or we can be less publicly adventurous," she said, moving her hand over his as she moved it out of her lap, "But not at the hospital, and not at the house you share with her. I don't have time for getting caught, or for any drama."

"Those are very reasonable rules," he said with a slight smirk, realising she was agreeing to doing this with him, "given who your mother and step-father are, it would be in my best interests for us to not get caught."

"Exactly," she agreed, having not even thought about that angle, "Now, I need another drink, if you don't mind."

"Can't I take you home now?" He asked before she could leave the booth, and she could see the slight darkening of his iris' as their eyes met, similar to the shade she had noticed earlier.

She hesitated a moment, knowing exactly what would end up happening if she went out to the car with him. She would have blamed it on the alcohol, or the way he had been touching her through her jeans moments before, but really she just had a strong desire to feel him inside her again.

"Maybe you could drive me home," she said, biting her lower lip slightly.

"I'll meet you outside?" He suggested, gently squeezing her thigh again before finishing his drink.

She nodded as she slid out of the booth, heading over to the bar where Cristina had returned and grabbing her coat.

"I'm heading home," she told her, putting her arms through the sleeves as she spoke.

"Getting a cab? I'll join you," Cristina said, not thinking much of Meredith's statement as she went to stand up from the stool.

"Oh, erm, no," she gave Cristina a pointed look, hoping she could read the message in the widened expression of her eyes.

Cristina looked at her, puzzled a moment until she caught Derek in the booth still in the corner of her eye, who was watching Meredith intently, and then looked back at her friend with a knowing look.

"Oh, I see, well, I guess I'll see you when I see you," she said with raised eyebrows, sitting back down on the stool and signalling Joe over to order another drink, "Just be careful, Mer."

"It'a just sex, Cris," she said with a slightly drunken smirk before turning around and heading out the bar, standing against the outside brick wall as she waited for Derek to join her.

She could still feel the alcohol buzzing through her veins as she stood there, waiting, and hadn't even noticed that someone had leaned against the wall besides her, her mind lost in thought and replaying the scenes from his office earlier that day.

"Well aren't you looking beautiful tonight?"

An unfamiliar voice spoke beside her, pulling her out of her porny thoughts and she frowned, turning to look at the stranger, "Can I help you?"

"I think the question is, how can I help you?" The stranger said, grabbing her arm to pull her close, but she tugged her arm back, slapping his cheek with the other.

"Don't fucking touch me," she growled at the man.

"Meredith!" She heard Derek behind her, who then moved between herself and the stranger, glaring at him, "Go away, now."

The stranger simply rolled his eyes, muttering as he turned to walk away. Once he was sure the guy wouldn't be coming back, Derek turned to look at Meredith, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I can handle myself, you know," she narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I can see that," he told her, his hand moving to her waist and stepping closer to her, "Shall we get you home, then?"

Her mood softened at his touch and his proximity to her, and she tilted her chin up to look at him better in the darkness, "What if I don't want to go home just yet?"

"What would you like to do?" He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Do you think we'll be able to get a room somewhere this late?" She asked as she slid a hand up his chest, resting it by the side of his neck.

"I have a better idea, it's a bit of a drive away…" he mused, moving them so that she was pressed back against the brick wall gently, his lips pressing against hers in a slow kiss.

She grinned softly against his lips with a murmur, "Take me for a ride, Derek."

As he drove on to the ferry, Meredith looked over at him slightly suspicious, the buzz from the alcohol having faded somewhat now.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, tilting her head to one side as he put the car in park.

"Somewhere we won't be found, and you can be as loud as you like," he told her with a slight smirk, reaching his hand over to cup his cheek, "I noticed you're not on the schedule for tomorrow."

"Hm, I find it convenient we both have the same day off," she commented, her eyes meeting his as she tilted her head into his palm.

"Very convenient, isn't it?" He said with a half grin, half smirk as he dropped his hand, "Come over here."

She unfastened her seatbelt and moved across the centre console, moving to sit in his lap with her legs kneeled on the seat either side of him as his hands held her waist.

"Like this?" She asked in a whisper, raising an eyebrow.

His hands drifted from holding her at her waist and up the sides of her body slightly as their lips met in slow kisses, her body moving forward against his as he hummed against her lips in agreement.

She didn't even notice he'd unbuttoned her blouse until she felt his cool hands against her stomach and she gasped softly, catching his lower lip between her teeth with a gentle tug. He groaned softly at the sensation, but continued in his attempts to undress her, unfastening her jeans and pushing them down slightly as his hands moved to grab at her ass.

"Derek," she moaned out softly, her head tilting to the side as he used one hand to brush her hair out of the way before kissing against her neck, his touch melting any resolve she may have had.

"Meredith," he murmured innocently against her neck, as though he had done nothing wrong, and gently nipped at her skin as his hand slipped down the front of her jeans, rubbing against her panties.

"This is still public," she managed to breathe out between slight moans, her forehead now resting forward against his shoulder as she felt his finger slipping under the lace of her panties.

"Tinted windows," he excused as he continued to tease her with his fingertip, able to almost feel the hammering of her heart against her chest as she pressed into him more.

"You want to tease?" She murmured softly, her head lifting to gently nip his ear lobe, enticing a low groan from deep within his chest.

"I feel like you're planning something," he murmured softly close to her ear as he rubbed his finger against her clit in agonisingly slow motions.

They just about heard the fog horn of the ferry indicating they were close to shore and would be alighting the ferry soon, and she groaned softly at the loss of contact as he pulled his hand away.

"I'm always planning something, Dr Shepherd," she said with a slight smirk, biting her lip as she climbed off him, fastening up her blouse again but keeping her jeans unfastened.

His eyes looked over her, misted over with arousal as he thought about how she might tease him. How he might tease her in return.

"It's a really good thing we aren't working tomorrow," he muttered and shook his head slightly as he fastened his seatbelt, concentrating on driving now as the cars left the ferry one by one.

Driving down the more desolate roads toward their destination, Meredith decided to put her plan of teasing into action. She still had no idea where he was taking her, and he could be kidnapping her for all she knew, but she was distracted by her own arousal and sexual need.

Her hand crept over to rest on his thigh, and she saw him glance over at her in the corner of his eye before concentrating back on the road again.

"I hope you're going to behave," he told her as he focused on driving.

"I think you'd much rather I misbehaved," she said with a soft smirk, her fingers not so subtle as they drifted over the outline of his erect dick under his jeans.

"Meredith Grey, if I crash this car…" he muttered softly.

"Why would you crash the car?" She asked with playful cluelessness as she used one hand to unfasten and unzip his jeans, sliding her hand over his boxers with a gentle grip.

"Do you need me to drive?"

He simply shook his head, and she noticed him pressing his lips together in a thin line, clearly holding back on his words and keeping himself under control as he was driving, now on a more off-road track. She clicked onto the slight whitening of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Her fingers slid under his boxers now, her fingers touching the bare skin of his throbbing length, feeling the moisture of his pre-cum on the tips of her fingers as she gripped him. She slowly pulled him out of the boxers so she could get a proper grip around his dick, moving her hand up and down slowly, lubricated by his moisture.

She made use of her free hand now, sliding her fingers into her jeans and under her panties as she felt her own moisture, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rubbed her clit and stimulated his length at the same time. She noticed his quick glance over to her when he clocked the movement of her massaging herself.

Derek had stopped the car and she didn't know where they were as it was almost pitch black outside minus the headlights, but she wasn't focused on looking outside. Their eyes met for a moment and she basked in the aroused look he gave her before he reached to unfasten her seatbelt and his own, giving them more range of movement.

"You really are a tease," he murmured as a groan left his lips, his hand moving to replace hers in her jeans as she moved closer in her seat, leaning over the centre console to lower her lips to the tip of his length.

She heard his sharp intake of breath as the tip of her tongue teased the head of his dick, his fingers massaging firmly against her clit as she moaned softly. All thoughts of teasing gone, she lowered her lips down over his length, pushing her mouth down as far as she could go. She felt his fingers gripping at her hair and the slight buck of his hips, pushing the tip of his dick against the back of her throat.

She pulled her lips back again, simultaneously dragging her tongue up his length, continuing to move her tongue around him, tasting him as she lowered her lips again.

"Fuck, Meredith," he moaned out, and she felt his grip tightening slightly in her hair as he moved his hand out of her jeans and into her hair, no longer able to focus on the pleasure he wanted to give her as his hips moved with the movement of her mouth and tongue on his throbbing dick.

She continued her movements, spurred on by the slight pulling of her hair as she pleasured him, able to feel the throbbing of his length against her tongue as he approached his climax. Her hand slid into his boxers and massaged his balls, earning a louder groan from deep within Derek's chest.

"Baby, I'm so close," he muttered, allowing her to continue for a moment longer before reluctantly pulling her off him. She looked up at him with a slight frown and he explained in a low, slightly hoarse, voice, "I want to come inside you."

She quickly adjusted herself, kicking off her shoes and pushing off her jeans and panties before straddling him in his seat again, similar to how they were positioned on the ferry. She could already feel her own wetness on her inner thigh from his previous teasing and her arousal from pleasuring him, hearing her name being moaned from between his lips. Arousal from even just looking at him.

His dick thrust up into her and she moaned out with the movement, his hands moving up her back and gripping her shoulders to push her down onto him. Their lips met in a hot and passionate kiss as she moved up and down on top of him, feeling his girth stretching her tight walls as she moved. His hands moved to unfasten her blouse, making a quick job of taking it off her, keeping their lips attached with desperate kisses.

She could tell he was holding off on releasing his orgasm, as fast and hard as she was moving against him, desperate for her own climax and gripping onto his seat to help propel her movements. As one hand gripped into her hair, his free hand slid down her front, his fingers rubbing hard against her clit, determined for her to finish with him.

She found her climax building up quickly now with his added movements, her moans against his lips louder as she slammed down harder against him, and he lifted his hips to meet hers.

"Come with me, baby, scream my name," he muttered before gently nipping at her lip and stimulating his fingers more firmly and faster against her clit.

It wasn't much longer until she found herself doing exactly that, screaming out his name as she hit her climax and her orgasm released around him. As she rode out the orgasm, her tight walls contracting and pulsating around his dick, she vaguely registered the feeling of his warm come spilling inside her. He returned her screams with his own loud, repeated moaning of her name as they rode out their orgasms together. He stayed inside her, still feeling her contracting around him, as her forehead fell forward against his shoulder and they attempted to catch their breath.

"I hope you have more where that came from, baby," he murmured close to her ear as his fingers ran through her hair.

They stayed as they were for a moment before Derek turned the car off, leaving them with only the small overhead light as he took his shirt off to dress her in. She went to move out of his lap and back to the passenger seat, but his hands on her hips stopped her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Stay there, I'll carry you inside," he explained, fixing his jeans before opening the car door.

A chill from outside swept into the car, causing Meredith to shiver and move into the warmth of Derek's chest, her nipples hardened against him from the cold. His arms wrapped around her and held her close to him as she secured her legs around his waist when he climbed out the car with her.

"Where exactly is inside?" She asked him as she tried to look around in the dark, her arms around his neck.

"My trailer," he said with a soft chuckle, able to find his way to the small porch in the dark and flick on the outside lights so she could see better before he opened the door to the trailer.

He carefully set her down on her bare feet on the porch and she pulled away from him to look around a little better at the outside of the silver trailer. Her arms pulled the shirt closer around her and she pressed her lips together, her expression unreadable.

"I figured this would be a good place for us to come, in more than one sense of the word," he smirked at her.

She laughed softly at him with a slight shake of her head, heading for the door into the trailer to inspect the inside.

"Why do you have a trailer in the middle of nowhere? Don't you have a house with central heating and hot running water?" She asked as she took in the interior decoration of the trailer.

Walking straight through the door, she was in a small kitchen area with a small booth-type table and chairs set up. Further down the small hallway, if that's what you'd call it, she could see the double bed that took up most of the room at the bottom end of the trailer. A door to the left she assumed was the toilet, with a glass door opposite that appeared to be a shower.

A shiver ran down her spine, not from the cold in the air, as Derek's arms slid around her from behind and started kissing her neck slowly, his lips lingering with each movement.

"I like it out here, away from everywhere and everyone else," he murmured just below her ear, "I own 40 acres of land here. She doesn't want to live in the woods, though. And there is running hot water, let's have a shower so I can prove it to you."

"I like the sound of that. Being out here away from everywhere, and everyone. I also like the sound of a hot shower," she said with a slight moan as his teeth nipped at her ear lobe.

He took his shirt off her, his lips still pressing kisses at her neck as he stood behind her. Leaving her standing there naked, he walked around her to the shower, turning it on for the water to warm up before removing the remainder of his clothes. His eyes looked up to meet hers as they both stood naked in front of each other.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he said with a slight husk to his voice as he stepped forward to lift her up against him, her legs hooked on his hips, "You're absolutely breathtaking."

She felt a slight blush raise on her cheeks at his words, and before she knew it his lips were pressed hard against hers and they were under the hot running water of the shower, her back pressed up against the tiled wall.

Wednesday, 19th May, 2021.

12:30am

The trailer became their safe haven. The one place they didn't have to worry about being interrupted, or get caught. Many nights were arranged for them to meet there, but she never slept over any time other than that first night. She only stayed then because she had no way of getting back to mainland Seattle.

That's why Meredith, eventually, found herself there now. She could be alone here, at least as long as Derek didn't think to come looking for her here or come here himself.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, seeing it was almost half past midnight, she must've walked at least an hour to finally get here from the ferry. As liberating as the walk felt, she was exhausted. She could always go in the trailer, sleep there. But she also wanted to look over Seattle as it slept.

She had built up warmth from the walk, and took her coat off, thankful the wind had died down now as she sat near the cliff edge, using her coat to protect herself from the slightly damp grass. She fiddled with her phone as she sat there, half expecting it to be ringing with people wondering where she was. Cristina was probably stuck at the hospital, so wouldn't know she wasn't home, but she half expected alternate calls from Derek and Addison.

She looked at her phone again, only to release a soft sigh when she realised the battery had died. She threw it to one side before laying back on the grass to look up at the clear night sky. She could feel herself being pulled into sleep as she lay there, staring up at the stars, and it wasn't long until she was fully asleep.