Chapter 15: Confused More Than Ever

Popcorn was the best invention ever. Whoever came up with the idea of popcorn, was brilliant. Although, she was pretty sure it was all natural and no person invented it, but it was amazing. Each piece just tasted perfectly in her mouth as she watched the weather on her television, enjoying the quiet in her house. However, when the doorbell rang, all she could think was what idiot was ringing the bell at this hour. Normally she'd be pissed because that idiot would run the risk of waking up her sleeping child, but Dawsyn was at a sleep over.

"Coming!" Meredith groaned, sitting the bowl of popcorn down, before getting up and running to open the door. She pulled the door open to find Derek standing there in front of her, his hair wet from the rain. "What are you..."

Before Meredith could finish what she was saying, Derek captured her lips and had his hands around her waist, holding onto her as he kissed her deeply. "Mmm..."

"Oh...hi." She whispered, her hands moving up into his damp hair.

"Hi." He smiled against her lips.

"It's raining..."

"Pouring..."

"Hmm..." She moaned against his lips, as he kissed her harder.

"Mmm..." He murmured, closing the front door with his leg before backing her up against the wall.

"Derek..."

"Yeah..."

"What's going on?" She said in between kissing him, her hands moving to toss his jacket off.

"We're kissing...and it's raining..." He breathed, his hands tangling in her hair.

"And it's raining..." She purred, her hands moving to the buttons on his shirt.

"Mmm..." He moaned, his lips moving to her neck.

"Ohh..."

"I...wanted...to see...you..." He whispered, between kisses.

"Oh..."

"And kiss you."

"Mmm..."

"Ohh..."

"You're wet..." She moaned, trying to unbutton his top.

"Because it's raining..." He breathed, helping her with the last few buttons.

"Yeah...it's raining."

"Is...are you alone?" Derek whispered.

"Yeah."

"Good."

"Good?" She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the leftover rain on his chest.

"Mmmhmm..." He murmured, kissing her again.

"Oh..."

"Hmm..." He moaned into her mouth.

"You're cold."

"I'm okay..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay..." She ran her hand along his back, a shiver moving down her spine.

"Did I...interrupt you?" He breathed, kissing down her jawline.

"No...just the weather and...popcorn." She moaned.

"Come here..." He breathed, taking her hand, and walking into the living room towards the couch.

"Okay." She smiled breathlessly, moving to straddle him on the couch.

"Hi..." He smiled, running his hands down her arms.

"Hi." She replied, before running a hand along his chest, her hips moving over him as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Mmm..." He moaned, feeling his erection grow.

"Der..."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm..."

"Ohh..."

"I...oh God..." She moaned, feeling his erection through his jeans, their tongues battling for control.

"We...Wait..."

"Hmm..."

"Mer..."

"Yeah?" She nipped at his ear.

"We just...Wait..." He lightly moaned.

"Oh...sorry." Meredith pulled away, pushing her hair back.

"No...It's okay...We just...This isn't why I came over..." Derek stuttered.

"Oh...right." Meredith breathed, unsure of what she was doing. Unsure of what they were doing.

"I want...We should talk..."

"Oh um...I just remembered I have to go get Dawsyn and..."

"Just remembered...Hmm.."

"Yeah um...

"Mer..."

"What?"

"We have to talk."

"No, we don't."

"We don't?" Derek smirked.

"No." She looked away, trying not to smile.

"Hey..." He laughed, turning her head back towards him.

"We were good with the not talking just a second ago."

"We're always good at that."

"Yeah but...we were..."

"Yeah..."

"We don't have to talk." She replied, pressing her lips back on to his. "No talking…"

"Mmm..." He moaned, not fighting her.

"We could...other things." She replied, moving her hips again.

"Oh God..." He gasped, his hands playing with the bottom of her shirt, pushing it up a little bit.

"Other things are good." She smiled against his lips. "Warm you up..."

"Yeah...Warm..." He moaned, pushing her shirt up more.

"Hmm..." She moved to rest her head against his.

"It's raining...hard..." Derek whispered, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I have a back porch...want to go look?"

"Should I?"

"It's wet out..."

"Definitely stay here...or..."

"Or?" She asked, her lip against his.

"I...bedroom.." He whispered.

"Bed."

"You lead the way..."

"Okay." She smiled, kissing him before standing and taking his hand.

"Okay." He laughed, grabbing her, pulling her back to him and kissing her hard.

"Come on." She moaned, her hands fumbling with his belt.

"Mmm..."

"Upstairs..." She breathed, walking backwards, his body pressed against hers.

"Careful..." He laughed, as she tripped over a shoe.

"Always..." She purred, standing in front of the stairs.

"Up..."

"Up..."

"Come on." She smiled turning and walking up the stairs. She turned and giggled before walking towards her bedroom.

"I'm coming..." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he got into her room.

"Mmm..."

"Hmm..." He moaned, sucking on her neck as he undid her jeans.

"Der..."

"Ohh..."

"I...now..."

"Bed..."

"I..." Meredith turned around in his arms, kicking her jeans off as her hands slid down the front of his jeans. "Oh my..."

"Mer.." Derek gasped, aching to get out of his jeans.

"Hmm?" She moaned, pressing her lips against his.

"Off...Please..."

"Hmm..." She almost pouted as she pushed his pants down, leaning her body against the dresser.

"Now..." He echoed her words.

"Now?" She moaned, feeling his body against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah...Oh..."

"Please..." She breathed, his lips returning to her neck. Her body was warm, pleading for him.

"Ohh..." He moaned, walking backwards to the bed.

"Derek."

"Hmm..."

"I...oh..."

"Mer..." Derek groaned, pushing her panties down.

"Now...now." She pleaded, her body against the bed as he hovered over her.

"Okay..." He whispered, kicking off his boxers.

"Okay..." She breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. She wasn't sure why she wasn't listening to the voice in the back of her head telling her to stop. It was too late.

"Okay..." He repeated, slowly slipping into her as he kissed her gently.

"Oh my..." She kissed him hard, feeling herself tense around him. She moaned louder, ignoring the pain she felt. "I...oh..."

"Oh god..." He moaned, holding still inside of her.

"Tight..."

"Are you..."

"What?" She whispered, the word barely forming.

"Are you okay?" He breathed.

"Uh huh..." She nodded quickly.

"Hmm...Good..." He whispered, kissing her gently as he started to move in and out of her.

"Mmm..." She laced her right hand with his, her left one moving behind her to brace herself as she moved with him.

"Mer..." Derek moaned, kissing her neck.

"Derek."

"Ohh..."

"Derek...oh..."

"Oh god..." He gasped, starting to thrust harder.

"I...oh god..."

"Ohh...Mer..."

"Derek...Derek..." She trembled below him, grasping his hair tightly.

"Jesus..." He muttered, nipping at her bottom lip.

"Oh!"

"Ohh...Ohh god..." He moaned, feeling his orgasm build.

"Derek." She arched her body, gasping as her body shook.

"Mer...I'm...Shit..."

"Fuck..." She gasped against him.

"Ohh..." Derek moaned, his legs trembling as he emptied himself into her.

"Oh my...oh." Her chest heaved against him, their heads pressing together.

"You...ohh..." He panted.

"I...um...

"You're...good at that..."

"I...what?" She giggled breathlessly.

"You're good...at that..." He repeated, kissing her forehead, as he pulled out.

"Oh um...thanks I think." Meredith laughed, pulling a pillow over her face.

"That's a good thing." Derek laughed, slowly pulling the pillow away.

"We just had sex."

"Yes...We did."

"Right...okay."

"Are you...is that okay?"

"I think." She gasped, pulling the pillow back over her head.

"Are you okay?" Derek whispered.

"Yeah."

"You don't seem like it..." He said, taking the pillow off again.

"I am."

"Then, why won't you look at me?"

"What?"

"Why won't you look at me?" Derek repeated, leaning on his elbow.

"I can look at you." She opened her eyes.

"Then look at me." He whispered.

"Hmm..." She turned on her side.

"What's wrong?" He smiled, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Nothing...I just wasn't expecting you to come and...we're naked."

"But here we are."

"Yeah..."

"That's not why I came over..."

"You started it." She said, almost defensively.

"I'll admit to that." He chuckled.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Oh..."

"Oh?"

"I kissed you because...I like you." Derek replied. "And now...I sound like I'm in fifth grade."

"Oh..." Meredith smiled, shaking her head, turning over with her back towards him.

"What?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay..."

"I'm tired." She whispered, as she felt him pull her into his arms.

"Me too..." He breathed, kissing the side of her head.

"Hmm..."

"Meredith..."

"Yeah?" She breathed, her chest heaving.

"I want to ask you something." He whispered.

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"Okay..." He said, before taking a deep breath. "I think...Will you go out with me?"

"Like on a date?"

"Like on a date."

"Oh." She breathed.

"I pick you up...We go to dinner..."

"Oh."

"And then I take you home..."

"And then..."

"I walk you to your door...and kiss you goodnight." He whispered. "Then, I go home..."

"So..." She breathed, tensing in his arms. "A date?"

"A date." He nodded.

"No."

"You...Oh..."

"Was that all?" She asked.

"Yeah...That's um...That's it." He breathed.

"Okay."

"So..."

"So?"

"Nothing...Nevermind."

"Okay." She whispered.

"I um...I should probably go..." He said, taking his arms out from around her.

"Oh...okay." She whispered, pulling the sheets tighter around her.

"Yeah...I'll...Go." Derek said, getting out of the bed and pulling his jeans back on.

"Okay." She whispered, sitting up in the bed.

"I'll see you soon." He said, leaning over and kissing her.

"Yeah..."

"Bye."

"Bye." She whispered, watching him as he quickly left the room.

Derek stood outside the bedroom, leaning against the wall for a few seconds, before heading down the stairs and out the door. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He wanted to talk to her. That's it. Not that he didn't want to do what they did, but that hadn't been his intentions. Now, he was leaving her house, more confused than ever.