Chapter 25: Working Together
"Here you are, Dr. Shepherd," Meredith's voice made him stop and turn around to face her. "I've been looking for you."
He quickly looked around and seeing they were all alone in the corridor, took her in his arms reveling in her body and planted his lips over hers. However, before she could deepen the kiss, he already pulled away. Damn it, he yearned for her and he didn't have the time.
"Sorry, I have an urgent case," he sighed. "40-year-old male, creeping paralysis of an unknown cause."
"You're cutting blind," she stated knowingly. "Sounds like a long procedure."
"Yeah," he gazed at her longingly. "Want to give me a hand? I'm sure will finish quicker together."
"Sure," she smiled. "I'll be down in the scrub room in five minutes.
Some two hours into the procedure, Derek began to regret inviting his girlfriend over because apart from concentrating himself on finding the origin of his patient's ailment, he had to fight with his own body. He didn't want to check what it was like to work with a hard on.
Never before had an OR looked so… porny. With Meredith across the table, every gesture and every word acquired a double meaning. It seemed to be another of her natural talents, though he was sure the majority of her antics were deliberately targeted to make him hard and panting for her. Not like she had to make much effort to achieve it anyway.
After a two-hour search for what Derek believed was a clot, the two of them, working in their respective areas, didn't find anything. Still, the work was much quicker than what it would have been if he had to cut alone or in assistance of a resident.
"Are you sure all the scans and test results came out clear, Dr. Shepherd?" asked Meredith sharply from her place.
He saw the nurses flashing at her indignant glares, but he wasn't affronted. The mischievous twinkle in her green eyes told him she had one thing on her mind – setting him off; angry passionate sex never failed. To tell the truth, any other didn't either.
"Aha, got it," Derek breathed out with relief. He didn't know how long he would last without abandoning the patient and lunging himself at his girlfriend. He was starving for her.
Meredith moved to help him, and they finished their work in no time. They worked in a complete sync, as Derek noticed contentedly.
"It was a pleasure to work with you today, Dr. Shepherd," she said when they washed their hands, scrubbing out.
"Likewise," he whispered and stared at her lips. "Though, I daresay, the pleasure will continue."
They looked into each other's eyes and felt a dame break. The short separation, the few hours spent together in the OR, the surgery high… they needed to have each other, or they would go mad with desire.
Meredith threw away a crumpled paper towel with impatience and stormed off, giving him fiery looks over her shoulder, ordering him to follow. She wanted to make it to her, or at least his, office but after a few steps her resolve melted. She stopped and pushed him into a supply closet. She kicked the door close and blindly reached for the light switch, the lamp kept flickering giving out a weak illumination.
"Wow, we even have visual effects," he chuckled looking mesmerized into his lover's eyes as she closed in on him as though readying herself to pounce.
"Who said we need more of them?" she muttered and tugged violently at the hem of his scrub top dragging it over his head leaving it deliciously messy.
"Now, Dr. Shepherd," she purred raking her hands over his hard chest. "We spoke on the phone today. I'm Dr. Grey and I'm here… to take care of your problems."
He chuckled feeling increasingly turned on and hard; they never played doctors yet. His laugh transformed into a moan when her lips descended on his chest, kissing him and licking with her hot little tongue.
"You… complained about your heart… I believe," she panted between each nibble on his skin.
"Mhm," he hummed and gripped her waist, but she swatted his arms away.
"That's not very professional, Dr. Shepherd," she murmured. "Let me do my work."
Her skillful mouth closed on his left nipple and he grabbed the shelf to occupy his hands somehow, letting his vixen take control of his body and mind
She lapped languidly at his flesh, bit and sucked, making his nipples and other part of his body harden painfully.
"There," she breathed soothingly at his chest. "All healed… Now… your other ailment…"
His breathing became increasingly difficult, as he waited with eagerness and anticipation for the next phase of her treatment. She smirked up at him, slowly lowering herself, her lips trailing a hairy trail down to his pants. He thought he was going to explode as her fingers lazily untied the cord. Then, she pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in one swift motion and cooler air hit his lower body, making him strain even more.
Her palms slid from his waist, over his firm ass to the back of his thighs and he watched her smiling mouth reach incredibly slowly towards his hard member.
She looked up at him wickedly with her heavy-laden eyes. Her lips curled into a letter O and she blew a little on his sensitive tip. He swallowed back a moan; she was on the best way to drive him insane. One more minute of this torture and he'd lose control and grab her head to thrust into her moist cavern.
She must have taken pity on his internal struggle as her pink tongue sneaked from her mouth and licked the liquid that dripped from his opening. He couldn't block an uncontrollable groan that escaped him at the feel of her. He kept panting and growling, his breath hitching in his chest, as her skillful tongue glided all over his cock, from the base to the head, not pausing for long in one place.
One of her hands left his thigh and moved between his legs to fondle his balls. He jerked slightly forward, trying to stop himself from thrusting. God, he longed for release. She then took as much of him as she could into her throat grazing his skin with her teeth and all his self-control flew out of the window. He pushed a few times and erupted into her mouth with a roar, throwing his head back and hitting the shelf. She wallowed and licked every drop of him clean and stood up admiring her job.
"How… was that, Dr. Shepherd?" she panted. "I believe my therapy proved effective?"
He cracked his eyes open but one look at her swollen lips was enough to prevent him from forming a coherent thought.
"I… a…" he gulped heavily.
"My, my," she shook her head with a grin. "There are side effects, I see. Complete loss of the ability of speech. I must take care of that immediately."
Her lips landed on his and he tasted himself on her. He seemed to snap out of the haze and kissed her with abandonment, pressing her to him as tightly as he could. He needed to come inside her again, this time in a different place. He didn't possess patience enough to undress her. He dived his hands under her top and dragged her bra down to grab her breasts roughly. She elicited sweet moans into his ear, tugging at his raven locks and driving him wild. His fingers insinuated themselves underneath her pants and pulled down exposing her butt when suddenly… the door burst open. They blinked with disorientation. The supply closet was much darker than the corridor and in their porny trance; they could only make out a blur of a silhouette that halted at the entrance. Before they were able to react in any way, the mysterious person quickly backed out, shutting the door.
Meredith sprang away from him with a yelp, readjusting her clothes and her hair.
"Meredith?" he panted searching her eyes with dread, getting dressed at the top speed as well.
She shot out of the closet, but the corridor was silent and empty, not a living soul around…
She paced in the spot, rubbing her forehead absent-mindedly.
"Meredith," said Derek joining her and grabbing her arms.
"Did you see who that was?" she asked firmly.
"I… no." he shook his head with a wildly beating heart. "Meredith-"
"Not now!" she barked out and marched off without a second glance.
He let out a deep exasperated sigh and banged his head against the wall. He had no physical or mental strength to swear; it wouldn't bring any release anyway.