Chapter 30: Clearing Her Head

Meredith got to her feet from the couch in the living room as soon as she heard the front door being unlocked.

"Hey," said Addie with concern, taking off her jacket. "I've heard, your mother's coming."

"Yeah, at my own doing," grumbled Meredith. "I need a therapy session, Addie."

"What are you so scared off, Mer?" faced her Addison. For weeks now, she tried to weasel out what was happening with her best friend but to no avail. "That your mother will find faults at your hospital or… that she'll find out your secret?"

"My… secret?" Meredith blanched, she thought she managed to keep the truth from Addie.

"At first, I thought you were trying something with that vet," she said with a gentle smile. "But it's obviously not the case. I never thought he was much of your type."

"I'm sorry," breathed out Meredith. "But… I can't…" She couldn't tell Addie because if she did, she wouldn't have the right to demand from Derek to keep secrets from his own best friend, Mark Sloan, and that couldn't happen.

"You can't," Addie shook her head like a mother scolding her child.

"You don't have to worry about me," assured Meredith. "I'm older, wiser…"

"But I always will," smiled Addie. "Are you being careful?"

"I am… and I'm worried about both."

"You can deal with your mother," reasoned Addison. "You learned from her."

"To be a bitch, you mean?" laughed Meredith. "Yes, I learned from the best."

"Maybe she'll be supportive?" shrugged the redhead.

"You think she missed me that much? Or she'll be impressed with my high and mighty position? You should've heard our conversation today."

"But that's just it, Mer!" Addison lied down on the couch lazily. "You are high and mighty. She'll be on your turf, not the other way around."

Addison was right, thought Meredith. She was a grown woman; she was running a hospital. It was time to drop her mommy issues. Ellis Grey won't tell her how to live her life. She grabbed her wallet and her car keys and bolted to the door.

"Where are you going?" Addie shouted after her.

"To clear my head! Don't wait for me!"

Meredith rushed into the trailer hoping to appease Derek. He was mad or maybe just irritated with her as he didn't come out hearing her car and didn't even look at her when she came in.

"Hey," she said softly walking up to him.

"Mhm," he continued to sit fixedly tweaking his fishing rod.

"What are you doing?" she asked plunging her fingers into his beautiful hair massaging his scalp.

"Checking up my fishing gear," he shrugged. "I figured out I had to find something to do since we're no longer going to have sex."

She breathed out with relief, he wasn't pissed off, maybe just a little.

"But I came here for sex," she smiled at him coyly and with the last caress on the top of his head, she swayed her hips towards his bedroom.

"You came here for sex?" he asked feeling his pants tighten uncomfortably against his will. He wanted to stay mad at her but hell, he couldn't. He was defenseless against her eyes, her words, her skin…

"All for you," she shouted from his bedroom, momentarily disappearing from his view. "And now I'm taking off my shirt… and my pants… and now I'm lying down on your bed…" True, he saw her, completely naked, climbing on the covers. She lied flat on her back, pulling up and crossing her legs just to hide the essentials from his view. "Coming?"

He sighed and dropped the rod on the table disinterestedly. Oh, yeah, he was coming… and will be in a few minutes. When he joined her on the bed he was already as bare as she was. He felt he should try to enforce a cool conversation but any resistance against her voluptuous body was futile.

He crouched on top of her and she hooked her legs around his waist.

"I need to feel you inside me," she whispered. "Blow my mind, Derek."

He clasped his fingers with hers and brought their joined hands above their heads so that he almost crushed her with his weight if he hadn't propped himself on his elbows. He wanted to know why her mother's visit was making her a nervous wreck, but she adamantly refused to share anything. He didn't insist because she wasn't pushing him away. She was leaning onto him and he was sure that with a bit of patience, she would let him in. In a slightly different sense that she was letting him in now.

His tongue sensuously slipped into her mouth and down his penis mimicked its movements. They slowly build their rhythm, meeting each other halfway. They needed no other stimulation than the feel of their bodies sliding against each other. They shared frantic kisses and longing looks while they worked each other up to a frenzy, going faster and faster until they screamed their release and he sprayed her walls with his seed.

He managed to roll from her, but she tightened her hold of him, pressing his head to her chest. He nuzzled his face to her breasts planting little kisses on the side of her mound while she entangled her fingers in his locks. She leaned to kiss his sweaty forehead.

"Der," she whispered, "we had sex but that doesn't change a thing about your promise, do you understand?"

"Meredith," he sighed, his lids half-closed.

"You promised me, Derek," she reminded firmly. "Please, keep your word."

"If that's what you want," he opened his eyes and looked up at her from her chest, the concern apparent in her irises convincing him like nothing else.

"And a… I'm going to be a cold bitch to you tomorrow. But don't take it personally," she pleaded.

"I'll try," he muttered, "if you promise there'll be a lot of sex afterwards."

She giggled, "It's a deal."