Chapter 79: Reunited

"Is there something wrong with me or do you think it's weird too that yesterday they were wearing chastity belts, but today they're like teenagers at the prom," Mark asked Addison with a disgusted face as Meredith's hand disappeared under the table once again during their lunch.

"I hear chastity belts are completely out of fashion this season," chuckled Derek.

"So, what happened after we left?" demanded Addison straightforwardly. "Did you stay for the night?"

"Yes, he did," smiled Meredith looking deeply into Derek's eyes as her fingers traced little circles on his knee slowly moving up.

"Okay, what about taking things slow? Working out your problems?" argued the redhead. "You shouldn't have-"

"We haven't," shrugged Meredith.

"Yet…" breathed out Derek.

Mark raised his eyebrows exchanging puzzled looks with his girlfriend.

"So, what's with the grope-fest?"

"We had a heart-to-heart conversation," shrugged Meredith her attention focused mainly on Derek, "and tonight… is the night."

"Ugh," Addie put her fork down scrunching her face.

"Well, you asked," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Thank God, I moved out just in time."

"Oh, we're going to the trailer anyway," smirked Derek and looked at Mark with superiority. "We wouldn't want to keep all Seattle awake with- ahh," he couldn't stifle the moan that escaped from his throat when Meredith's hand grazed the fabric of his pants dangerously close to his member.

"For Christ's sake, we're in the middle of the cafeteria!" hissed Addison. "Keep your hands off each other! You're not teenagers. What happened to your professionalism at the workplace rule, Mer?"

"It flew out of the window," giggled Meredith bringing her palm back safely on Derek's knee. She could resist her temptation a little bit longer, but nothing would make her stop touching him. "So, what's the whole thing with teenagers at the prom? What?" she shrugged as they eyed her quizzically. "I've never been to a prom."

"How come?" frowned Mark. "You totally are the prom queen type."

"Well, I wasn't back then," she remarked lightly.

"Then, you are good for Derek after all," he smirked. "He wasn't either."

"Seriously? Why not?" she looked between her boyfriend and his best friend.

"Mark," gritted Derek through his teeth threateningly.

"Bet you think Shep is such a hot cookie," snorted Mark anyway. "I hope it's not a deal breaker if I tell you, he was a high school dork and band geek. And the only remarkable thing about him was the big nose and afro," he laughed boisterously avoiding the kick Derek was aiming at him under the table.

"Really?" Meredith turned to scrupulously study Derek's which was beet red from embarrassment. She reached out her hand to smooth the frown on his forehead. "Time worked for him, didn't it? Besides, those couldn't be the only remarkable things about him. I can extol another of his merits, a biiiig one, if you know what I mean."

"He might not get it," smirked Derek, thoroughly content that his girlfriend was backing him up. "He's lacking somewhat in that department."

"I. do. not." huffed Mark. "It's just a stupid rumor Derek always takes a weird pleasure to spread around."

"Well…" Addison threw in innocently avoiding his eyes, a tiny grin on her lips. "You're not exactly…"

"What?" growled Mark.

"I'm not complaining," she assured him quickly. "But… you're not exactly the biggest…"

Mark immediately turned to Addison to argue otherwise, flushed with indignation and hurt masculine pride while Derek leaned in towards Meredith's ear.

"That felt so good," he chuckled. "Vengeance is sweet."

"But that was just the truth," she batted her eyelids innocently. "He can't be the biggest because I know someone who is. No one is bigger than you…." She whispered coyly.

"Now you're just stroking…" his breath hitched as Meredith's hand resumed its path up his thigh, "my ego…"

"I can stroke something else for you," she giggled sweetly. "Tonight."

"Can't wait for tonight," he nodded and caught her lips in a brief kiss.

By the time their shifts ended, and the first stars appeared on the sky, they were both bursting with a confused mixture of anticipation, excitement and impatience. They spent their day with one image in their minds, the promise of their physical reunion. Not solely waiting for the pleasure of sexual intercourse they didn't enjoy for two months. Making love surpassed physicality. When they moved in each other's arms their souls melted into one. It was a feeling not of this earth to bask in safety, timelessness, warmth…

They met in front of her office, all ready to go, and marched to the exit together, not really trying to appear inconspicuous. They were beyond caring about the world existing outside their happy bubble. Though even if they did, they wouldn't be met with anything else than approving looks and good wishes.

Their ride through Seattle and beyond was relatively peaceful, but for the happy teasing and an explosion of kissing on the ferry boat.

"It's so good to be back here," Meredith grinned wildly as she got off Derek's car and filled her lungs with fresh air, always crystal-clear on his land. She consciously remembered to grab her handbag with her; neither of them would like to have a naked trip to the car for condoms in the middle of their reconnection.

"It's wonderful to have you back here," answered quietly Derek as he searched his briefcase for the keys and fumbled with the lock. He stood back and let Meredith go in first with a somewhat shy smile. When did they become so nervous?

"So, I… I haven't been here for two days," he sighed looking around the small space while Meredith decidedly took off her coat and strutted to the bedroom. "I can...change the sheets… there should be some candles…"

"What for?" asked gently Meredith. She lit the bedside lamp, and he could see her pulling out the packet of condoms and throwing her handbag to the floor carelessly. "We don't need enhancement," she assured turning to face him across the room. "We just need us…"

He watched with growing fascination as she reached her hand out to him, just like all those months back when he showed her the trailer for the very first time. She was no less stunning right now, and they made a tremendous journey in between.

His coat and all he held in his hands barely had the time to hit the floor when he was in front of Meredith, his eyes locked into hers hypnotically. Her arms weaved around his neck as she climbed to her tiptoes. Their lips joined and they let out muffled sighs, finally! Derek's hands cupped her waist molding her frame against him.

Their kiss was tentative at first as though they weren't sure how they should proceed. Fast and passionate or slow and attentive? Their bodies took the charge of the rhythm for them.

Meredith lost herself as Derek's tongue, the object of her many fantasies, reclaimed his rightful territory in the cavern of her mouth. She let him play, tease and caress before she caught it between her lips and suckled. He moaned and pulled his head away to catch some much-needed air while she took advantage of the occasion to grab the hem of his sweater and drag it upwards over his head. She sighed hungrily at the sight of his raven locks that went from the state of perfection to utter disorder. They just begged to be pulled in a fit of ultimate pleasure.

Her fingers moved feverishly from button to button. She opened his shirt and her tongue darted involuntarily to lick her lips as her eyes rested on the hard wall of muscle dusted with a path of dark hair leading down under his belt. Her head tilted, she rushed to press hot wet kisses onto his pulse point. Suddenly, she felt his palms on the bare skin of her flanks. In the frenzy of her lust, she didn't notice his fingers sneakily working on her shirt.

She giggled freely, shook the garment of her shoulders and completely surprised him jumping up to hook her legs and arms around him. With laughter on his lips, he stumbled backwards under the impact of her weight and the back of his knees hit the bed. They fell down on the soft covers in a half-naked mess of limbs, trembling with throaty laugh that soon turned into moaning as they resumed their kiss.

As soon as he had her securely underneath him, he indulged himself in rediscovering her graceful body. His movements were half-instinctual, half a learned reflex. His lips continued their pilgrimage on her torso, stopping without fail at the places he remembered giving her most stimulation. It was like a wonderful dream he never wanted to wake up from. But it was even better, it was his reality, for the rest of his life.

He briefly wondered how it was humanly possible for the excitement and arousal to escalate exponentially by the minute. He felt his need for her was never-ending; he would never drink his fill of her completely. It really was a good thing she was there to stay.

As for the more down to earth musings that breezed through his befuddled brain, he suspected he was the proud owner of the hardest hard-on on the planet. He was straining painfully inside his pants from the moment Meredith threw the condoms on the bed so explicitly. Now with the knowledge of their imminent fusion it was becoming increasingly harder, pun intended, to take their time.

He tilted his head back a little, becoming mesmerized with two flushed perky mounds heaving up and down. He tugged at the front clasp frantically and his effort was rewarded with her ample breasts spilling before his very eyes. His hot mouth was on her hard nipple instantly, licking, nipping, sucking. He grinned onto her skin when an indefinite sound ripped from her throat and her back arched from the mattress pushing herself even further into him. Her fingers combed his hair blindly, tugging at his locks to direct his head.

His moist tongue was making miracles on her skin but every second it sufficed less and less. She detached her hands from his scalp to wiggle them between their bodies and struggled with the zipper to her pants, eager to give all of her to him. As her fists kept brushing against his groin accidentally, Derek took her cue and took charge of completing the task. It only took him seconds to drag said pants down her body and carried by the primal need, her lacy panties finishing with the shoes they didn't have yet time to take off. Not willing to detach himself from her supple warmth again, he stripped down to his full glory, feeling a small relief when his erection was let loose.

One challenging dangerous look on Meredith's face, the look he was over the moon to see firsthand, was enough to urge him to pounce back on her, their skin covered in sweat meeting with a gentle slap. She spread her legs for him on instinct, like it was the most natural thing in the world, as he resumed giving loving attention to every part of her his hands or lips fell. Her hips buckled upwards at the sensation of his trim waist between her thighs, and he ground forward feeling the wetness seeping out of her core.

With the last ounce of rational thought, she groped around the bed beside her, her fingers finally finding the condoms. Derek's head and along with it his full-time working lips started to descend from the valley between her breasts across the smooth planes of her stomach, but she gently pulled at his hair holding him up in place.

"Not… not now…" she panted and ripped the slivery wrapper with her teeth.

He looked up at her questioningly, his breathing equally rugged.

"Take me, Derek," she whined. "Take me…"

He fully intended to love, caress, pet, work up her body to an orgasmic frenzy… But now as she asked him openly to pass to the main course, he could not disobey her demand.

"Are you ready?" He pushed himself up on his elbows while one of his hands travelled infallibly to her center, spreading her slick folds.

"Oh, you know I am…" she purred, and the condom slipped from her fingers at the feel of his body, any part of his body, making its way inside her. "Take me…"

Derek's hand was actually trembling when he picked up the fallen condom and quickly put it on. He hovered over her breathing heavily, their regards locked magically, his fingers lacing with hers above her head.

"I love you," he whispered and pushed himself into her opening, slowly but thoroughly, gasping as her vaginal muscles squeezed around him.

"I love ahh…" she groaned as he invaded her body. After two months of celibacy, he felt indescribably bigger, his hard length almost tearing her apart.

"Should I… stop?" he breathed heavily, feeling how incredibly tight she was. "Am I hurting you…?"

"Nooo," her head thrashed into the pillow. "As long as you… keep going I'm good… Please, move…"

"Okay," he kissed her sensuously and set to what they both desperately wanted. His hips worked in steady, regular, conscientious strokes… until it was physically impossible for him to stand the slow rhythm anymore. The intense level of friction they were experiencing was soon going to set them on flames, which Derek wanted to put off as long as he could.

The tight fit of his penis inside her was overpowering. All ability of logical thinking was temporarily out of order, replaced with animalistic urges to ram her sex against Derek's, yank his raven mane and produce an entire range of wild sounds of enjoyment. Then, in her daze, she caught the sight of Derek atop of her. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at him with unhidden adoration. He was beautiful to watch, taut muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat as they flexed in effort, burying his long member into her; the spectacle of emotions playing on his features.

"Cum for me…" she pleaded desiring to see his ecstasy with the final gratification he would receive from her.

"You cum for me," he hissed through gritted teeth. He was going to make her orgasm first even if his balls were to explode. He doubled the force of his thrusts taking her breath away and insinuated one hand between them. One decisive flick of his finger over her swollen nub of a clit was enough for her. She was powerless in his hands, unable to disobey him as she trembled, moaned and screamed, her channel strangling his cock desperately. His determination to prolong the experience for her sake soon flew out of the window. All resistance was futile; she felt too good, the release was way overdue. His body gave in when she was still riding her wave. Their climaxes that mingled into one seemed to hit them with a force of a tornado, breathtaking, staggering, merciless, all-consuming, ravaging… but also domestic and familiar like a spell of sunshine. Calling safely home like an incandescent beam coming from the lighthouse. Powerful and precise like a bolt of lightning and almost equally quick.

Even if they craved to enjoy themselves more fully, their starved bodies were quite unprepared for that. Worn out, they collapsed haphazardly not knowing where one ended and the other began. But that was good, that was right. That was the order of the world reinstated, the paradise lost regained. With that certainty they were lulled to sleep by the tingling in every inch of their bodies and their breathing slowing down.

Derek's eyes fluttered, his lips arching in a slow lazy smile, he was waking up. He stretched himself, slightly disorientated. The sex with Meredith was always mind-blowing… wait, sex with Meredith. He sighed with contentment nuzzling his face into the pillow. They finally made love and he had a feeling they were going to heavily rely on the considerable stock of condoms they brought along.

Meredith… His eyes opened wide suddenly as his girlfriend's warm body was not in contact with his. Given the fact that he was lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, she was nowhere near him.

"Fuck!" He heard her grumbling coming from the kitchen area followed with an irritated slamming of the fridge door.

He instantly relaxed. She hadn't left. She was probably hungry; they didn't have a chance to have a decent meal. They were too caught up with fulfilling their needs for each other. With that realization came another, they were in peril. Meredith trying to cook was even more dangerous than yelling Meredith. He slid out of the messy bed, hastily pulled on his boxers and trotted after the love of his life.

"Scavenging for food?" he chuckled at the sight of her as she was peeking into one of the cupboards, clad in his shirt that was reaching to her mid-thigh.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" she bit her lip guiltily. "I woke up and got hungry."

"Yes, you did wake me up," he said deadpanned and strode the miniature space in two steps to gather her back in his arms. "By detaching your luscious body from mine…" he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I wanted to fix us something to eat," she muttered pressing her cheek to his chest just above his heart. "But there's virtually nothing."

"I haven't spent much time here lately…" he admitted pensively. "I guess I can make… pancakes?"

"Pancakes?" she giggled. "That's good for breakfast, not a midnight snack!"

"Well, Dr. Grey," he began seriously. "I don't see much sleep for us tonight so it might as well count as breakfast."

"Not much sleep, huh?" she purred squeezing his ass. "I'll be waiting for the breakfast… in bed, Dr. Shepherd." She smiled at him coyly and walked away to the bedroom letting his shirt slide down past her shoulders. "You wouldn't possibly have whipped cream… for the pancakes, would you?" she winked and disappeared quickly, leaving the abandoned shirt on the chair.

Derek grinned feeling his boxers getting too tight all over again, his insatiable minx was back. Damn, he frowned as he put the frying pan on the stove. No, he was a freaking health nut, he didn't have whipped cream.

Derek watched with fascination as Meredith polished off her third pancake, he just barely nibbled his first one.

"You should eat, you'll need your strength," she wiggled her eyebrows falling back into the pillows.

He had difficulty in concentrating on anything else than watching Meredith, as she insisted on the naked-in-bed rule. And she was producing all those tiny sexy sounds of appreciation as the pancakes disappeared into her mouth. In that moment, he started to question if he really needed food to survive. The proximity to Meredith seemed to fuel his organism just fine.

"Someone needs to be spoon-fed," she smirked at his reluctance and pushed him against the headboard when she was previously seated. "Open wide," she told him taking his plate and straddling his waist. He obediently accepted the piece she carried to his mouth on the fork. "Good boy, you've earned a reward." She leaned in to lick his lips and briefly sneak her tongue to his warm mouth only to teasingly back off before he could deepen the kiss. He let out a small groan of protest as her slick opening rubbed his hardening penis when she fidgeted on his lap.

They teased each other until the last pancake was gone and Derek noticed something else than playfulness lurking in her eyes.

"Mer, what's now in this pretty head of yours?" he demanded bringing his palm to rest in the crook of her neck.

"It's just… it's good to be back here… with you… on your land…" she confessed rearranging his unruly locks. "Reminds me about my last time here…"

"Yeah…" he sighed. "I woke up in your arms before dawn." He closed the distance between them, so their chests were flush together. "Then, I went fishing-"

"You came back when you heard me having that nightmare," she murmured reluctantly.

"And then we made love…"

"Mhm," she bit her lip. She already apologized to him once, he gave her his forgiveness. There were still issues though that needed to be addressed. "I wanted that day to be perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yeah, that's what the sex was about. I wanted to start a perfect day in a perfect way… it was your birthday."

"You remembered?" he looked at her in evident surprise.

"Of course, I remembered," she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I didn't," he admitted sheepishly. "There wasn't anything on my mind besides you."

"I kind of suspected you had absolutely no idea," she giggled. "You know, I had a present for you…"

"You did?" he smiled. "What did you get for me?"

"Something completely opposite than what I gave you," her regard was once again apologetic. "You have no idea how bad it makes me feel … what I did to you, threw you out… on your special day."

"Love, do you think I blame you?" his face expressed only sincerity. "You were in an equal pain. You thought I cheated on you."

"Anyway," she let out a deep troubled sign. "I did have a gift for you."

"Did have?" he arched one of his eyebrows.

"Well," she looked uncomfortably at the ceiling. "I kind of…"

"Destroyed it?" chuckled Derek knowing her temper.

"A part of it, yes," she nodded. "Plane tickets… I was going to take you away to the wine country for the whole weekend…"

"Now, that's a shame," he faked a deeply disappointed look. "I suspect a completely drunk Meredith would be something."

"You have no idea…" her saucy reply made goose bumps erupt all over his body. "Drunk Meredith… is a wild Meredith…"

"Wilder than normal?" he uttered; his throat dry.

"Anyway," she brushed off airily only to continue with a more sober voice. "That's not everything I planned. I wanted… to ask you to move in with me. No more sleepovers."

"You did?" he asked breathlessly, his heart beating out of his chest.

"Mhm. You know what? I still do. I want you back in my life, full time. So, do you?"

He laughed freely, a little high with the recent developments. "Yes, definitely," he nodded.

"Good, because once you agreed as I had thought you would, I was to proceed with lots and lots of… s.e.x.," she mouthed and suddenly made them shift their position slightly, so Derek was sprawled on his back with her on top. "So, I'm sorry that I'm this late but… Happy Birthday…"

She bent to kiss him soundly on the lips, her hair cascading all around her and teasing his chest along with her hardened nipples.

"… oldie," she couldn't help giggling.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he yelped indignantly. "I'm not old! We've already had that conversation!"

"Suuure." She snorted; her fingertips roamed his chest tantalizingly never getting close enough to his loins.

"Oh, you need a reminder," he hissed and made to roll them around on the bed, but she resisted hooking her legs around his and grasping the headboard.

"Lie down, Casanova!" she gasped while struggling for control. "You want me to fuck you or not?"

"You better," he grumbled beneath her, giving in. "And you better be good, remember you're the one who dumped me on my birthday."

"When was I ever not good at this?" she cocked her head, fidgeting over him. She felt herself dripping wet as she recognized the dangerous spark in his eyes. Pissed Derek was porniness personified.

A brief moment later, she rolled the latex of condom on his erect penis and impaled herself on it quickly. They both groaned at the tight fit. She started to move over him torturously slow, knowing perfectly that would rile him up even more. Her hips twisted unexpectedly changing directions of her grinding. She switched her tactics when she reduced him to a panting trashing mess, bouncing up and down on his hard length, enjoying the dark cloudy look with which he was observing her swaying breasts. Then she surprised him yet again, rotating herself so that he was facing her back and her ass. She picked her pace frantically as Derek thrust up violently.

Though even as their main activity consisted in gyrating their middle sections to achieve the highest sexual pleasure possible, the physical sensation was not the priority. Just as she knew, as they both did, it was all about their precious union; Meredith smiled wildly as Derek's hand found hers and their fingers intertwined.