Meredith assumed it was her heartbroken friend knocking on her front door with some excuse to cover up the fact that she couldn't sleep alone. It would be the third time that week that Cristina had stayed over but Meredith wasn't complaining.
A much taller and less sarcastic man stood in the place of hypothetical Cristina. Sarcasm wasn't Derek's thing, he preferred corny jokes that normally made nobody but him laugh.
"What are you doing here?" Meredith cracked open the door enough to peak her head through and confronted him. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bags of what appeared to be food and she couldn't believe him. It had been less than twelve hours since they'd broken up and there he was, most likely trying to convince her to take him back. It wasn't like she dumped him, it was a mutual and much needed decision.
"I figured you'd be hungry, it is your first day back as a resident and I was thinking…" Before he could finish her front door was being forced shut.
"Meredith?" before the door was completely shut he stuck his foot in between the slim gap. His face showed nothing but confusion and he held up the bags of food a second time in an attempt to get her to let him in. He knew better than anyone how hungry she got on days like this.
"It's not your job to feed me. I don't need your...'' she pointed to the bag and took a guess at what was inside, "rice... or your potstickers."
He only smirked and opened it to let her peek inside. "Actually, I got you eggrolls and chow mein." He couldn't help but mentally pat himself on the back when her eyes got wide and she fought the urge to lick her lips. Derek knew that was her favorite from the Chinese takeout restaurant they used to order from at least once a week.
"You're...you're just so." Meredith was struggling to speak but instead snatched the bag of food and slammed the door in his face. She heard him knock a second time as she made her way to the kitchen counter.
"You're seriously going to leave me out here? What if it starts raining, I could've sworn- oh is that a raindrop!" Derek joked through the barrier between them and heard her stomping towards the door.
Meredith took him in from head to toe, trying her hardest not to give in to the temptations and simply turn him away. "Damn it." It only took a few seconds of him looking at her the way that he always did, the way that made her knees weak and every noble decision vanish from her mind, leaving her with the need to launch herself at him and wrap her legs around his waist.
Derek found it impossible to protest, not that he wanted to; but if he had, her lips covering his made it difficult. He closed the door behind him and supported her body by holding onto her thighs as he walked her to the couch.
"Upstairs." She muttered against his cheek before pressing her lips against it.
"Meredith…" Derek stifled a groan when her hips ground into him and his erection rubbed against the confines of her jeans. Her giggles of satisfaction made it evident that it was her intention to tease him from the very beginning; she would have to pay for that later.
It wasn't long before they made it up the stairs and into the bedroom that Derek grew to know quite well, considering they spent most of their time there if they weren't at the trailer. His sweater hit the ground after her top and he guided her to the bed, trying not to get distracted by her mouth marking its territory on his chest.
Meredith smirked against his skin when her hands traveled to the patch of hair that lead to his boxers and he bucked his hips in anticipation, letting out a growl-like moan that sounded like music to her ears.
Her feet hit the ground as he set her down and unbuttoned his pants, leaving her to take care of her own.
"What?" Meredith almost felt the need to cover herself when he examined her body and let his eyes take in every inch of the now exposed area.
"You're beautiful." There was no reason for her not to believe it. What he said was the truth, and he wouldn't go a day without letting her know. Derek cringed when the look on her face wasn't the usual expression of gratitude, but a cold, careless scowl that made it seem like all she wanted was sex.
"Broken up people don't give compliments, take off your boxers." Meredith ignored his hurt reaction and took matters into her own hands. He couldn't look worried if she was palming him through the fabric and reaching in to touch him skin on skin.
She felt him grow in her hands and massaged his set as he grabbed onto her hair out of instinct and walked her backwards. Meredith bit her lip when he wrapped an arm around her thighs and lifted her up, laying her down gently on the bed as if she was the most fragile possession. Possibly because she'd given him reason to believe she was, and Meredith hated herself for that.
She bit her lip and watched as he hovered above her and looked down possessively before letting his mouth reign on her neck. His hand traced the outline of her body, running up and down her side as she twisted and turned at his touch.
"The food is getting cold." He brushed a piece of her day-old curls behind her ear and kissed the new exposed spot.
"Don't...care." Meredith struggled to coherently respond as a result of his other hand finding her mound and teasing her through the fabric of her panties, the only thing separating their bottom halves from being connected. That, and the fact that Derek loved taking his sweet time and driving her crazy.
Normally she hated the foreplay. She just wanted the pleasure that came after, but with Derek, Meredith had to learn to be patient. Though she had to admit she'd grown fond of his tongue drawing shapes on foreign parts of her body. She didn't have to tell him, the sounds that escaped her lips and the quiet purs of enjoyment was all Derek needed to assure him what he was doing wasn't putting her to sleep, but confirming she'd stay up as long as he wanted if he meant he would continue.
"You love egg rolls." He told her before making his way down her body, not leaving an inch of her abdomen untouched. Whatever his mouth didn't caress, his hands were sure to take care of.
"I love this more." Derek stopped for a moment and took in what he'd just heard. She said love. She didn't say she loved him, but it was the closest thing to it that he had received in a while. He thought back to the first and last time the words came out of her mouth. But Derek...I love you. He hated himself for the way that he treated her. She worked up the courage to tell him how she felt, how much she loved him, and he couldn't even say it back. Perhaps he would've if she'd given him the chance. But that wasn't an excuse. She waited an entire night at the bar and he never showed up.
"Derek?" Meredith brought him back to reality and tugged on his dark curls. He shook his head as a way of clearing up the memories rushing back to him and returned to making love to her. Correction: having sex with her. Broken up people don't make love because they aren't in love.
Her back arched as he took his time gliding her panties down her legs and she kicked them off her feet. Either he was in complete awe or he wanted to drive her insane because her exposed lower half waited for what felt like centuries as he admired her. Meredith's feelings of desperation were soon gone and her legs were being bent to his liking; one knee laying flat facing the ceiling and the other leg curled around his neck.
It wasn't his intention to sleep with her tonight. Not that he didn't want to, but Derek was only hoping to have a nice meal with her, something they hadn't been able to do in a while without it resulting in an argument. There was nothing hostile about the two now, as his tongue delved into her center and quiet moans escaped her lips. He was sure she was saving up her voice for the screams that would elicit later on, during her third or if they were lucky, fourth orgasm of the night.
She grabbed a fistful of his dark hair, forgetting until her fingers ran through it that he recently cut it. Meredith's frustrated moans came repeatedly after the other as her stomach tightened and her leg strangled his neck.
If this were their first time doing this he would've been shocked by her libido, but after enduring the sleepless nights spent having sex, Derek was immune. He rested against her headboard and she melted into his chest straddling his waist after another round of just sex. He ran his fingers through her tangled locks and ran his hand along her condensated back.
"Can we eat now?" Derek was hungry when he first arrived, but after the amount of exercise they got in over the course of three hours he was starving.
"We need to set some rules." Meredith sat up enough to look into his pigmented eyes and tucked his hair covering his face away from his eyes.
"Rules?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," she nodded. "If we're going to do this, this no strings and no commitment, we have to be serious about it."
"Oh I'm serious about it," Derek smirked and wrapped both hands around her waist, letting them linger just above her hips.
"Derek. We can't eat together. You don't get to just stop by whenever you want with bags of food. And no conversation either."
"We can't talk? Meredith I lo- I want to do this, and I'm all for setting boundaries and taking things slow until you're ready, but how are we supposed to repair the damage in our relationship if we can't even talk?"
"We're not repairing anything. We aren't broken, I am." Meredith couldn't bare to look him in the eyes when he got this way, choked up as if she had said something to offend him.
"Meredith, you're not-" before he got the chance to do the thing he always did, assure her that she was perfect, Meredith cut him off.
"And no sleepovers. After sex you have to leave."
"What? So you're telling me if you come to the trailer after a rough day and we stay up until three going at it you're just gonna get in your car and drive all the way back home, getting zero sleep before work and with the possibility of running into an axe murderer on the way to your car?"
Meredith hated when he did things like this. She didn't hate it so much as wished he would spend the energy he exerted trying to get her ready to be with him and used it to find someone that wanted him, someone that could give him the love and stability he deserved.
"I'm not going to the trailer. There's too many memories and...we have sex here, or in an on-call room, but not the trailer."
Derek figured there was no use in arguing. He didn't get that the trailer to her was the place he took her and convinced her that she could be in a normal committed relationship with someone who wanted to be with her. That night after she assumed he let her in completely, making her blush with his intricate details about why he loved coffee flavored ice cream as much as he did, and going into depth about each and every member of The Clash. Before that night she had a gut feeling that he was keeping something from her, but the enchanting feeling of connecting with someone as much as they initially had made her ignore every sign. The trailer was the place he shared with his wife after humiliating Meredith and making her feel like the second choice.
"Okay," he agreed. His only two options were to throw on his clothes right then and there and leave, or roll on top of her and give her the only thing she seemed to be wanting these days. As exhausted as he was, the second option involved her, and she was all he wanted.
He couldn't deny the sensational spark shared between them as his body covered hers and they connected in more ways than one. Her hand holding into his neck for dear life and her leg curled around his back as she met his thrusts with equal exertion. The droplets of sweat running down her clear face seemed to only make her more astonishing in his eyes, but he couldn't let her know that without it being a problem.
"So...beautiful," Derek groaned between thrusts. He didn't care.
It only made her cheeks flush which she would convince herself was because of her impending orgasm, but Derek saw straight through her. He knew the smile fighting to splay across her face was a result of his compliment. But he wasn't saying it to make her blush, in that moment it was the only true thing that came out of his mouth.
Derek's previous assumptions were correct. She was much louder after the third round, but not remotely as loud as the fourth. He didn't have the energy to praise her after he collapsed on her blood red sheets. His heavy breathing mimicked hers and he didn't force his eyes to remain opened. They laid in a comfortable silence, unless you counted the harsh inhales and exhales.
"This is the best breakup ever," Meredith broke the silence.
"I don't know why we didn't break up a long time ago." Derek added to their banter and reached for the light switch on her lamp.
"What are you doing?" Meredith asked as he attempted to drape his muscular arm over her upper half.
"Sleeping."
"No no sleepovers," she recounted him of the rules they'd made less than a few hours ago. It frustrated her how little he seemed to comprehend things at times. Perhaps he understood completely, but chose to disregard her wishes, and that upset her more.
"Yes. Come on. Please. It's 3:00 in the morning," he tried to persuade her into letting him stay the night, despite her firm rules set in place not too long ago.
"We agreed. No sleepovers. Broken-up people don't sleep over. Sex only, it's the only part of the relationship that works."
"I know why screw it up with everything else, right? Dinner, conversations."
"You're mocking my...severe emotional limitations?" Meredith was joking but in a way, serious; he didn't understand how difficult it was for her to let him in again after everything she'd been through, everything that he put her through. She felt like Derek was making a mockery of her inability to commit, but she couldn't grasp that it was also difficult for him to continuously be pushed around and led to believe that she didn't want him.
"You know, I could live without conversation. I could live without meals or sleepovers. Well we shouldn't have sleepovers because you snore." Derek wanted to stay frozen in the state they were in, Meredith giggling the way she tended to when he said something idiotic enough to make it funny. He couldn't help but return the laughter.
"But mockery? Mockery, unh-unh. That's a deal breaker." Derek reached for her hand and interlocked their fingers, not looking away from the cheesy grin on her face that made it impossible for him to leave.
"Okay, sex and mockery it is." Meredith turned her head to meet his gaze, getting lost in the eyes that she'd fallen in love with all those months ago. Her chuckles filled the room when his body covered hers and his mouth roamed freely on her cheek. He would never admit that his smile was more so because he knew the more they altered their list of 'rules' the closer she would get to letting her guard down and letting him in completely.