Chapter 17: Stay the Night

"Is there a scarlet letter on your chest already?" Derek quipped looking at Meredith intently.

A couple of days passed since their talk during which they reached a certain agreement but she was still very reluctant to show up with him in public. Right now they were walking by the main road to Cristina's inn for lunch and he could clearly see she was tense, and not good tense. Her eyes were roving sending sideways glances at everyone they passed.

"Because I can take it off your chest," he continued humorously. "I can take it all off your chest."

"I bet you can," she giggled, relaxing her shoulders a little. "But there's no scarlet letter. We're not like that. We don't judge."

"We?" he raised his eyebrow. "You mean they?"

"I mean we. I live here, this is my place. I belong here. I'm not suddenly an outsider because we have this thing going."

"Okay? So why are you so stressed out that we're walking together?"

"Derek, no one would judge me if they knew we're… having sex," she said lowering her voice. "It's just… they would know."

"They would know?"

"They would know we're doing… something…" she finished lamely.

"And that would make us more concrete, wouldn't it?" he probed gently. "It's not really about what they think. It's about how you'd see us through their eyes. It's not going to change a thing, Meredith."

"I'm starting to think I preferred you as an insensitive idiot," she grumbled, shying her eyes away from his so he didn't see he was right.

"So not true," he chuckled. "You dig me anyway."

"Thanks, Derek. That's just what I meant," she gasped with a smile.

"So, tell me," he began with a self-satisfied tone. "What about sleepovers?"

"Sleepovers?" she frowned.

"Well, that's a chiefly technical term as I don't see a lot of sleep for us."

"You want to stay for the night?" she asked, suddenly nervous.

"Or you stay for the night," he shrugged. "Same difference. I want to finally see you naked."

"You've seen me naked," she hissed so he was the only person to hear.

"Bits and pieces. I want to see all of you…"

"We can," she cleared her throat feeling the scorching heat of his gaze on her skin, "make the quickie less quick..."

"I don't want a quickie in the office… Okay I do. But I want much more. I want to cum with you all night long in every way it's humanly possible," he declared heatedly, his voice as sensual as silk.

"All night long?" she choked. He knew how to work on her. The graphic imagery was already dancing before her eyes. Every way it was humanly possible…

She carefully avoided his regard pretending she was watching the store windows that they walked by. That was until she passed her patient from a few days back, Mrs. Lawson. The frisky lady sent her and Derek a knowing look and a discreet wink in Meredith's direction.

The latter kept her mouth firmly shut but her cheeks covered in red.

"This is a nice change," Derek remarked with a surprised contentment as Cristina served lunch to both Meredith and him.

"A person who gives my person multiple screaming orgasms is welcome here," quipped Cristina pulling another chair and sitting down with them.

"Cristina!" Meredith hissed at her seeing Derek's grin widen.

"However," Cristina's good-natured expression transformed into a scowl, "if you're gonna screw with her, and I don't mean a good kind of screwing, well, you'll be screwed. Big time."

"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, one eyebrow quirked up, while he poured the seasoning over his salad. Meredith couldn't help staring a little. That half amused half-skeptical face of his was so sexy…

"Meredith, stop drooling, please," Cristina berated her. "It's not exactly elegant."

Meredith shot a glare. "And you're not my freaking mother."

Her best friend only shrugged her shoulders. "You don't have one anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Derek said with a serious face.

"For what?"

"I didn't know your mother was dead."

"My mother's not dead," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Just… not on speaking terms…"

"Oh?"

"I don't wanna talk about her. Why are we even talking about my mother?"

"Er, because you started the topic," Cristina quipped and turned her attention to Derek. "So, Derek, if I may call you that, do you have a secret wife? A ring stashed in your wallet?"

"No," he laughed.

"A hot girlfriend in Prada shoes back in NY?"

"No."

"A boyfriend?"

"That's another no. And I thought you'd know that since you've heard about the multiple orgasms already."

"Better safe than sorry."

"I'm not here to hurt your best friend," he answered soberly. "Quite the opposite."

"And you're a neurosurgeon… Interesting…"

"I'd say more but I'm pretty sure Mer would be after my head if I said New York again," he chuckled.

"Where did you go to med-school?" Cristina's interrogation wasn't over.

"Columbia."

"Oh, I thought maybe Harvard…?" she said innocently and only Meredith could pick up the undertones.

"No, New York… well, New York through and through," he shot a grin at Meredith. "Where did you go to med school?"

"That would be… not Columbia," Meredith answered sourly.

"That I know, I would have remembered." His eyes swept her body up and down.

"I doubt it," she grinned. "You're old."

"I'm not old, I'm thirty-five," he sulked. "And come to think of it, I don't even know your specialty."

"Yes, Meredith, what's your specialty?" Cristina asked eagerly.

Meredith stared at her with wide eyes and sent her a kick under the table.

"Ouch!" Derek winced in pain bending down to rub his leg.

"Oh, I'm sorry, thought something was creeping up my calf. You sure, it's sanitary here, Cris? It felt like a big bug," she said narrowing her eyes at her.

"Shut up, bitch! My place is spotless! You want to engage your McDreamy in some foreplay, do it somewhere else!" she smirked at her.

"McDreamy-?"

"That was not foreplay!"

"You want to have sex here but you don't want to go to my place?"

"Why don't you want to go to his place?"

Meredith stood up abruptly throwing her fork onto the table. "You're annoying! Both of you. You can stay and have sex together if that's all that you think about!"

"Ugh, no thanks," Derek muttered and hurried after her.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" called Cristina already starting to clean up the table. She smiled watching through the window as Derek already started to chat her person up and she couldn't help cracking a smile. So far everything went good. The cocky surgeon with overly moussed hair seemed to be just what she needed to see some light in her life, even if she had to be pushed a little along the way.

"See you tomorrow, guys. Have fun," Izzie winked at them and hurried out of the practice where Alex was waiting for her in his car.

"You see, you have her blessing," Derek grinned taking off his lab coat.

"Her blessing for what?"

"For a sleepover at my place of course," he grinned encouragingly.

"I don't remember Izzie saying anything like that. She only mentioned fun. And… we can have fun here," she patted the counter with a smirk.

"We already have. Now I want some fun in bed," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Think about it, at least… ten uninterrupted hours of fun."

"What if a patient needs me?" she bit her lip, feeling more and more drawn to the prospect of a night together than she would like.

"My uncle didn't live in here yet he still could treat his patients just fine. It's an excuse, Meredith. You know it, I know it," he sighed putting a stray strand of her behind her ear tenderly. "I'm not gonna push you. I said I wouldn't and I'm gonna keep my word. But don't lie to yourself, okay?" he smiled and leaned to press a kiss to her lips that lasted to short for her liking. "See you tomorrow?"

She stood alone in the empty lobby feeling more and more like a fool. Her behavior was irrational. They already had sex, lots of it. What difference would it make to move it to the actual bed where the majority of population engaged in such a form of physical activity?

She streaked upstairs and grabbed her overnight bag stuffing in some clothes and her toothbrush haphazardly. After a briefest of hesitations, she jumped into her jeep. It would be a telltale sign she stayed at Derek's house, she knew it. It would cause a storm in Rachel teapot. She decided not to think of it. As Cristina put it, she wasn't going to make excuses for how she chose to glue her life back together.

She smiled as she saw Derek around a road turn, walking at a leisurely pace, as if enjoying the view. She slowed down when she caught up with him.

"You need a ride, cowboy?" she shouted through the open window coming to a stop.

His face lit up with a surprised smile as he leaned against the door. "You're going in the same direction, Miss?"

"Very same," she beamed and took her bag aside freeing the passenger seat.

"What about appearances?" he teased climbing in.

"Sex trumps appearances," she shrugged and pulled off.

Taking advantage of the fact he was still downstairs Meredith lay on the bed trying to strike a graceful pose. She pushed her long hair down on one side and then the other, crossed and uncrossed her legs. Should she cover herself? It would be presumptive not to… but it was a damn hot night! Maybe she shouldn't have put on that nightie… Yes, she definitely should have worn her normal pajamas…

She heard him hop up the stairs and she tried once again to appear poised and relaxed. Not for very long. Derek entered the room clad only in his boxers and unceremoniously threw the box of condoms onto the nightstand.

"My, aren't you subtle," she quipped arching one of her eyebrows. Subtle or not, her channel pulsed at his self-assuredness. The way the muscles of his nicely developed bare torso flexed in movement had a share too.

"Mhm," he hummed as he appraised her from her golden hair to her dainty foot. What was that woman doing to him? He was hardening just at the mere sight of her. Mere? No, it wasn't. It was spectacular. She was reclined on his bed, one of her legs bent, making her nightie pool at her hip. The nightie, black satin… He grazed his lower lip with his thumb. Who would have thought Meredith had such a thing in her closet. But, as he vividly remembered, she was also the owner of that enticing black dress she had on herself the night of the date fiasco.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"You're gorgeous."

She felt herself melt under his stormy half-lidded eyes that roved all over her body and the dreamy smile. She became even more inarticulate when he took his boxers down with one swift move. She could finally admire him in all his glory. And there was a LOT to admire, especially under that patch of black hair, even when he was semi-hard.

"Your turn," he pointed at her taking his member in his hand

"My turn?" she blinked as her throat went a little dry.

"Get it off."

Meredith jumped to her knees and pushed Derek's hand aside enveloping his growing length with her palms.

"I meant your nightgown," he gasped. "But that works too."

"Can do both," she grinned throwing her nightie over her head and pressing her breasts to his abdomen.

"Oh, God," he moaned, all the muscles in his body tensing up. "I knew you were dirty. Since I saw you for the first time."

"Is that so?" she purred sliding her chest down against him taking his cock back into her hands.

"I can see the dirty in your eyes," he smirked.

"Maybe…" she replied saucily and not taking her eyes off of his, closed her lips around the engorged velvety tip of his penis. She meticulously lapped around it tasting the precum.

"God, you're…"

"I'm what?" she teased taking her mouth off him with an audible pop.

"I was going to say fantastic," he panted. "But since you stopped-"

He didn't even finish the sentence when her tongue was on him again, licking, teasing. Pressing little kisses. He watched with fascination as she took him slowly into her mouth. This had to be karma. He didn't feel bad anymore over the disastrous first week here. He was now in porny heaven. There was no other way to describe it when she sucked hard on his member and her fingers played with his tensed balls. But he didn't want to come like that just yet. He had had a plan of exploring all the secrets of her luscious body, making her mindless with pleasure.

Her swollen lips asked with surprised when he gently pushed her head off his hardness, "Aren't you enjoying it?"

"You know I am," he chuckled and pushed her back onto the mattress. "But I have something else in mind for now…"

He finally joined her on the bed slightly lifting one of her legs.

"Derek," she tried not to sound wary. It wasn't like she was afraid of sex. She was afraid of giving in to the other person, to abandoning herself to the other person.

"Relax," his eyes twinkled at her mesmerizingly. "Trust me."

Trust him? She could enjoy all his attention, all the wonderful things he was doing to her body because she was long overdue for these things. But she was never going to trust another man. Ever. Not in a romantic relationship. She did it once and it destroyed her.

But it was so hard to think straight with Derek fluttering kisses to the hill of her foot, trailing them over her ankle, the inner side of her calf to her thigh, purposefully bypassing her heated core. He playfully bit into her hip eliciting a frustrated gasp out of her.

She writhed feeling his hot, such a hot, tongue leaving a damp path on her skin up her abdomen, making circles around her navel and dipping into her belly button to travel straight like an arrow to the crevice between her full globes.

Oh, this felt good, so good… He moaned delectably as he moved his weight over her, hovering above her, their bodies grazing sensuously. That was just where he wanted to be from day one. And he felt he wouldn't mind staying atop of her for the rest of his life. Oh, yes, the rest of his life between these babies seemed very appealing. He grinned dreamily kissing her right breast and then the left one, diving his head for her perky nipple.

"Condom!" she panted feeling the hard member insinuate itself between her thighs naturally. "Condom! Don't wanna be pushing a stupid boy penis with perfect hair through my vagina in nine months!"

She shoved him to a sitting position to grab for the box.

"The odds are it wouldn't be a stupid boy penis," he teased feeling oddly exhilarated at the sudden topic. "I have four sisters, you have two."

"I don't want to test that theory in practice," she shrugged and impatiently helped him roll the condom.

He scooted back up, intent on continuing their foreplay but he was too far-gone, his cock was too close to her slick opening. And she was ready, she was always so ready.

He sank into her uttering a moan of relief, her body arching up in pleasure to meet his. Oh yes, this was porny heaven… He closed his eyes savoring the tight feel of her around him. That was why he felt a little disoriented, he realized when he opened them again and noticed he was looking up at the ceiling. Taking advantage of his momentary spacing out, she had skillfully reversed their positions, with him still deep inside, even deeper now.

"Mer…"

She smirked at him as she raised and lowered her hips, impaling himself on him over and over again. he watched with amazement as she pleasured them both with her ride. Her lips were constantly parted desperately taking air and moaning. Her skin was covering in a slick sheen of perspiration. Her boobs jumped madly with her every bounce and when she lifted her hands to scoop her long hair to her head he was close to losing it.

He tried to flip them back to the original position but she grasped the wooden headboard and continued to ram onto him as if nothing happened. He gripped her hips and pushed up in order to increase the friction. It wasn't long before he was rewarded with the spectacle of her orgasm. That was why he so enjoyed to hold on until she was finished with her own release. In the midst of the sexual pleasure she was unable to keep her defenses up, she let it all go – studious expressions, guarded words. She was free in her orgasm.

Only when she started to spiral down, did he allow his body to follow her, his cock twitching with pleasure inside her as she sank onto him breathing hard.

"You know, I don't hate you, if you've wondered," she mumbled into his shoulder after a few minutes they lay spent, basking in the afterglow.

His chuckles made her jump on his stomach. "I kinda guessed after all the orgasms…"

"Just… thought you should know," she shrugged. "You're likeable… on a closer look."

"Thank you," he grinned pressing his lips to her temple. "You're likeable too. From every angle."

She lifted her chin from the strong plane of his chest, "You wanna go again?"