Chapter 44: Playtime is Over

The world outside was dark and gloomy. It was still early morning but the chances that the weather would improve were slim. Autumn already took its hold over Seattle.

Meredith reached her hand to turn off the music that was shouting from the player in Derek's car.

"Hey, I've been listening to it," muttered Derek not taking his eyes from the slippery road carpeted with fallen leaves. "It's The Clash."

"It's dreadful," she said playfully propping an elbow against his car seat and watched a frown creasing his forehead.

"How can you say that?" he asked indignantly. "It's great. What do you listen to? Bruno Mars?"

He tried to switch the player on, but she swatted his hand.

"You can listen to that crap if you let me drive," she stated her condition.

He snorted and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

"You're completely unreasonable," huffed Meredith. It was infuriating how he blatantly refused to let her drive his jeep. "It's not like I could make it look worse than it already does. It's all old and battered."

"Frankly, I want to live to Christmas," he replied dryly. "As for more short-term goals, I want to deliver us safely to work."

"My driving would put an end to these plans how?"

"You're a dreadful driver," he said simply.

"You're a chauvinist!" she bit back.

"Me?" he raised his eyebrows. "Your poor driving skills have nothing to do with your sex, just your temperament."

"Ass," she hissed and narrowed at him vindictively and leaned to blow some air on his neck. "You deserve punishment, Dr. Shepherd…"

He gulped heavily and the hair on his neck stood up as he anticipated her actions. He didn't have to wait long as he felt Meredith's lean fingers on his abdomen going slowly lower…

"Meredith," he breathed in a warning, his entire body going tense.

"What?" she bit on his earlobe moving her hand between his legs and clasping it over his crotch.

"Mer!" he groaned tightening his grip on the wheel. He was stupid to think she was safer on the passenger seat.

She giggled devilishly, unfastened the seatbelt that was restraining her movements and dived down unclasping his belt and unzipping his pants.

"Shit!" he hissed slowing down the car. "Mer, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked coyly snaking her hand underneath his boxer briefs to meet his already hard length.

Derek couldn't deny the relief he felt when she freed his erection from the confines of his pants but… "Sweet Jesus!" His breath hitched when her blond head pried under his hands to take the engorged tip to her mouth.

Wild pleasure ripped his body and the car swerved from side to side and he slammed on the brakes pulling up on the side of the road. He reclined his seat trying to catch his breath when she deep-throated him. He felt his balls start to tighten when she pulled away out of a sudden, breathless and grinning wickedly.

"What? Wait!" mumbled Derek. "Where… do you think… you're going?"

"I'll give you a minute to catch your breath," she quipped relaxing on her seat. "So, we can safely continue our drive."

He squinted at her raking his hair with frustration. That woman was driving him mad. She was stubborn, feisty and… sexy as hell. He tapped his fingers on his thighs. He was as hard as the most resistant stone. He clenched his teeth in irritation. No way she was going to leave him high and dry.

"You little…" he growled and dragged her roughly onto his lap.

"Bitch is the word you're looking for, I think," she breathed steadying on his shoulders.

He silenced her attacking her mouth possessively while his fingers unzipped her pants and dragged them down her hips with her underwear. She automatically lowered her middle to meet his glorious hardness, but he firmly held her in place.

"Oh, no, no," he shook his head smugly. "Now, I'm going to punish you a bit."

"Oh," she moaned biting her lip feeling herself dripping wet. He was always turning her so much on when he tried to dominate her. The next thing she felt was his long fingers spreading her slick folds with ease.

"My my, Dr. Grey," he breathed with contentment. "You're all wet… for me…"

"Yes! Yes!" She slammed her hips down to meet his finger which was rubbing her swollen nub of nerves. "Faster!"

He quickened his thrusts and added another finger, enjoying with satisfaction how she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure due to his ministrations. Her skin was pink and glowing, her rosy lips parted to elicit sweet moans and high-pitched screams. His penis strained even more for her luscious body.

"Harder, harder!" she coached him grinding her hips against his hand, coated in her juices.

"Where's the magic word?" he smirked deliberately slowing his movements.

She grabbed his raven locks violently and yelled to his ear, "Harder!"

He was relentless in torturing her. "I want you to beg!"

"Never!" she pouted trying desperately to increase the friction between her fiery core and his fingers. But the effort was futile, his grip on her hips too strong.

"Well then," he chuckled pulling his hand away. "I think you might need to catch your breath."

"Get that hand back here!" she panted, her pussy throbbing for him painfully.

"Beg," he ordered.

She let out an annoyed huff. She wanted both him to obey her and dominate her. "Please, Derek," she moaned looking into his stormy eyes. "Please, please!"

His lips arched in satisfaction and he reinserted his fingers into her moist warmth adding the third one. He thrust hard into her just as she liked and she kept rocking against him, bumping her ass on the steering wheel and blaring the horn.

He squeezed her clit between his fingers, and she came with a scream, her walls collapsing around him.

"Oh, yes," she moaned trembling in the post orgasmic haze. But it was not enough, she wanted something bigger inside her. She lowered her pussy on his still uncovered penis that was at the brink of exploding having watched her come, and this time her action didn't raise any protests on his part. Their tongues meshed together as their bodies rocked rhythmically working each other towards release when they were startled by a loud knocking on the window.

"End of playtime, kids!" a booming voice reached them from outside. Unfortunately, they couldn't see an inch outside since all the windows were thick with fog. "Officer Simmons and Officer Wilson!"

"Shit!" hissed Meredith thrashing wildly on his lap trying to focus her mind. "Cops!"

"Pull up your pants, birdies and get outside," drawled the voice. "And take your driving license and ID."

The door opened and both Meredith and Derek rushed frantically to cover their private parts. Meredith lunged herself on the passenger seat off Derek's lap, but she slipped on his legs and her knee collided heavily with his groin.

"Oh, fuck!" Derek gritted through his teeth and doubled as the excruciating pain pulsed between his thighs and he saw stars before his eyes.

"We're waiting here!" another policeman shouted impatiently.

"Derek?" asked Meredith with worry watching him breath frantically while his face went red. "I'm so sorry… I… Does it hurt?"

"What… do… you… think?" he snapped at her.

"Time's up, kids!" The door opened wider.

Meredith got outside anxiously, and Derek got out on shaking legs, gingerly protecting his aching penis.

"Your IDs, please," sighed one of the cops, a man in his fifties with a considerable stomach.

"IDs?" repeated Meredith with horror. What a humiliation it would be if it went public…

"Why so surprised, miss?" snorted the other policeman. "Your moment of fun posed a danger to other users of the road. Not to mention, it's illegal. You, straighten up!" he barked to Derek who was still bent over, panting hard.

"I think he might need to get to hospital as soon as possible!" Meredith said worryingly. The groin was the most vulnerable area in a man's body and well, her aim was impeccable. She bit her lips in distress, what if she hurt Little Derek for good? What if she broke his penis? That thought scared her to death…

"To hospital?" asked Officer Simmons skeptically smirking at Derek. "What, did she damage your goods?"

"I'll… be fine," he uttered attempting to straighten up. He was eager to come into the open with his relationship with Meredith. But not to the point where he would appear in Grace on a gurney clutching his penis, with Meredith at his side and two cops in tow, and all his friends, colleagues, residents and chatty nurses discovering his humiliating ailment.

"Good," nodded Officer Wilson. "Your IDs," he requested and studied Meredith's form pensively. "Are you even old enough to have one? You surely like them young," he commented turning back to Derek who would snort if wasn't too painful. He was curious to see their face when they looked into her ID and seen that she was going on thirty. He couldn't really blame them. Meredith wore her very informal clothes, skinny jeans and a loose shirt. All that combined with the lack of make-up made her look ten years younger.

The wheels in Meredith's brain began to turn. Seeing that Derek and his little friend would live, she decided to take care of her reputation. If it ever went public, it would be a scandal.

"I am old enough," she assured eagerly letting the wind flutter her shirt exposing more cleavage. "But is this ID showing really necessary?" she cocked her head, her hair flying around making her look angelic.

The two older men stared at her and of them said in a gentler tone than before, "You broke the law, sweetie."

"I… I didn't know," she scrunched her face battling her eyes innocently. "He was just showing me around… we were on our way to watch the ferryboats!" she pointed with her head at Derek.

"Some ferryboats he wanted to show you," muttered Officer Wilson pushing his cap from his head to scratch it.

"Please," Meredith fluttered her eyelids, unfolding her charm over two men.

"I don't know…" Simmons shook his head.

Derek stared at the scene before him in fascination his mouth opened wide. She was going to wriggle out of that, playing a dumb blond!

"Please," pleaded Meredith. "My Mom thinks I'm already at college. She'll… she'll be mad!" she hid her face in her hands.

Okay, thought Derek that was good, that was mastery. Meredith was really a good actress.

"Everything will be fine," Wilson patted her on the shoulder. "No one will know, I promise."

"Really?" Meredith lifted her head hopefully.

"Really," nodded Simmons. "But I'm giving you a warning! You have to be more careful in the future."

"Thank you!" Meredith gave them the most radiant smile she could muster. "I'm so happy!"

"You though," Simmons threw at Derek dangerously. "Your ID, how many times do I have to repeat myself?"

Meredith smiled at him furtively and he reciprocated with a glare. She got away and now he had to receive the full blow.

"Derek Christopher Shepherd… 35, a doctor…" muttered Simmons under his breath. "Aren't you ashamed to go for college girls?"

Derek clenched his jaws and decided not to talk. He was going to kill her. First, for his injured penis, which continued to hurt like hell by the way, then for her little stunt.

Officer Simmons returned after a couple of minutes from his car where he talked to the central to check up Derek's documents.

"You have a clean account," he said with surprise, making Derek roll his eyes. Great, now he was a horny pervert. "Not anymore."

Derek looked up at him wide-eyed. They wouldn't take him to jail for having a fuck by the side of the road, right?

"Maybe this will teach you to keep your little player in line."

Derek took the offered piece of paper and gaped at its contents. It was a fine for public indecency… for… $600…

"You're kidding me…" he let out before he could stop himself.

"No, I am not kidding you," snapped Simmons, "and be thankful we're not taking you with us. The jail's full of similar kind. Do you want us to give you a lift, miss?"

"Oh, no, thank you," said quickly Meredith. "We'll be good."

"Okay," Wilson agreed reluctantly throwing a mistrustful look at Derek. "But be careful and call us if you need help. Drive off as soon as you can, we won't be so lenient the next time."

"Thank you so much," nodded Meredith and waved at them.

"You are something," hissed Derek and Meredith was well aware it wasn't an expression of his admiration. He tried to go back to the car but the throbbing in his groin hit him with increased intensity when he changed his position and he stumbled on his feet.

She hurried up to Derek and threw his arm over her shoulder to help him walk. "Is it still hurting?" she asked with concern.

"No," he replied angrily. "It's fucking killing me!"

She heaved him towards the other side of the car to the passenger seat, but he stopped in protest.

"You can't walk! You think you'll be able to drive?" asked Meredith with light note of impatience in her voice.

He sighed and apparently recognized the reason behind her words. She helped him carefully into the jeep, but he grimaced in pain anyway when he sat down.

She ran up to the seat of the driver and leaned to kiss his cheek gently but he jerked his head away.

"Derek, don't be mad," she pleaded stifling a smile and pushing stray locks from his forehead.

"Oh, I'm not mad!" he snapped. "Why would I be? You only fed me to sharks!"

"I can pay half of that fine," she offered an olive branch.

"I can pay! It's fine!" he bit back.

"Okay," she sighed and reached her hands towards his pants. "Let me have a look."

"What?" he snorted. "No! You've already had enough contact with my penis today!"

"I'm sorry, you know it wasn't deliberate!" she apologized hotly. "Der, you know I love your penis!"

She saw the corners of his mouth twitch and breathed in relief.

"Let me have a look," she repeated pushing his hands away from his crotch. She carefully unzipped his pants and her breath fanned his skin. She carefully touched him.

"I don't think it's broken," she said pensively from his lap. "But there's going to be some bruising. You should have it x-rayed just to make sure." Her fingers gingerly moved over the delicate organ and breath hitched in his chest.

"Seriously?" she chuckled looking up at him holding his penis that grew in her hand.

"At least we know it works," he smiled slightly, and they burst out laughing together.

She returned to his eyelevel, warm at her heart and said softly, "I love you."

"You…" he trailed off gaping at her, breathing deeply. "What did you just say? Say it again!"

"I love you," she repeated smiling, looking at him almost shyly from under her eyelashes.

"God, Mer. Are you sure?" he asked breathlessly.

When she came home three weeks ago, all shaken up, and curled up on his chest crying herself to sleep he was afraid the unfortunate encounter with her father would prove a major setback in their budding relationship. But it didn't, he should have known better than that. That was how Meredith was, strong and resistant against whatever life threw at her. That was how she coped with everything, she stood firmly on her feet. And if she fell, she took the fall gracefully and stood up, ready to fight.

"I am ready," she nodded. "I took my time and now I'm ready. I was able to tell you because I'm ready."

He looked at her in wonder. She took him completely by surprise once again, he never expected her to share her feelings with him so fast.

"It's not out of pity, right?" he squirmed uncomfortably.

She giggled freely, her eyes sweeping over his aching groin, "No."

He allowed himself to smile, "Meredith, I love you."

"I love you," she said back, and they leaned for a gentle kiss.

"Ouch!" he jerked away reluctantly.

"We'd better go," she sighed. "We'll stop by at my place I'll get changed for work while you put some ice on that."

"Great," he sighed, gingerly closing his pants.

She started the engine and pulled off with a roar.

"Oh, shit," Derek grumbled and fastened his seatbelt.