Chapter 15: Plumbing Issues
Meredith groaned at the sound of her cell phone. Couldn't she get any sleep? She groped around for it, her eyes closed, and she muttered sleepily, "Hello?"
"Hey, Mer."
Here we go again… Derek fucking Shepherd wasn't letting her get a good night's sleep… and not in a good way.
"I hope you don't mind me calling this early?"
"What is the tone of my voice telling you?" she huffed with irritation.
"That I should fuck off," he said quickly.
"Correct," she yawned.
"I'm sorry, I'll take two minutes of your time. I have problems with the plumbing."
"Excuse me?" Her eyes shot open. She spent a night feeling extremely sexually frustrated. Her fingers were of only temporary help. Now, here he was saying something like this…
He went on, "I woke up this morning and the pipe was stuck-"
"I don't need to hear your dirty-!" she gasped.
"What are you talking about?" he seemed genuinely surprised.
"What are you talking about?"
"The pipe under the sink in the kitchen," he said with obviousness in his voice. "What do you- Wait a minute! You thought-"
"Whatever," she grumbled disconcertedly. She could hear the satisfied smirk in his voice.
"And they say sex is all men think about…" he whispered seductively. "Women seem to be no better."
"I've never claimed otherwise," she stated boldly.
"Nice," he whistled. "You're stepping up."
"What's that plumbing problem again?" she asked disregarding his saucy tone.
"Which one? Now I have two…"
"The one with the bigger pipe," she shot viciously.
"Okay," he said happily. "So, I had this dream last night-"
"What the hell?" she growled into her phone.
"You told me the bigger."
"Yeah, right, keep telling yourself that," she snorted. "What's wrong with the sink?"
"The water doesn't go down."
"Well, can't you unclog it?"
"Doesn't work."
"You're such a baby," she sighed getting to her feet.
"Are you gonna help me or not?"
"Yeah, yeah…"
Derek was reading the news on his phone over his breakfast when he heard a car stop in front of the house. He peeked out and noticed with a pleasant surprise that it was Meredith, resolutely carrying a toolkit in her hand.
"You're a plumber too? In addition to being a doctor and a vet?" he greeted her with a smile when she strode into the kitchen without any knock on the door whatsoever.
"Yeah, I'm a specialist in blocked pipes," she smirked.
He coughed, choking on his pancake. She slapped him hard on his back as she walked to the sink. She shouldn't look at him, she definitely shouldn't look at him… Damn, why was she running hot and cold around him? It was so freaking frustrating… She shouldn't even be here; she could have well called one of the neighbors to give Derek a helping hand. But she couldn't resist coming herself, which was completely unreasonable givin the fact they would see each other in a couple of hours at the practice anyway.
She opened the cupboard under the sink and lay down on her back for better access.
"Mer?" he gasped trying to catch his breath. He was catching fire. She was wearing shorts and her smooth tanned legs were lounged out on full display. Her shirt rode up revealing the flat planes of her stomach…
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," she said from under the sink, unscrewing a fragment of the pipe. "The drains are old and thin, it happens. What about those life skills of yours that you acquired in the house of five women, huh?" she snickered.
"Well…" he sighed.
"Those life skills are stereotypically feminine, aren't they?" she smiled.
"I guess you could say that…" he admitted.
"I thought so."
"Seems like we're complementary," he remarked gently, observing as she cleaned the pipe from the clustered remains of food and fitted it back.
"Now, it's all good," she said washing her hands and turning to him, for a while forgetting about the rule not to look at him. Her mouth went momentarily dry at the sight of him. He looked absolutely delicious… A white wife beater stretched over his expansive chest, revealing his muscled arms to her, a pair of boxers hung low on his hips. He must have just got up before calling her but his hair was already styled to perfection.
"Meredith?" he whispered throatily under her meticulous scrutiny. He was well aware of the sexual tension in the room. Hell, little Derek was too. He was already hardening against the material of his boxers even though Meredith did nothing to get that reaction from him. He was just so receptive around her.
His growing cock was Meredith's undoing. Maybe she knew subconsciously what she came here for since she crossed the doorstep.
One second they were locked in a stormy needy gaze, the next one she was right with him, molding her body with his hard frame, crashing her mouth against his. She didn't even let him moan when she pushed her tongue forcefully inside his mouth. He was so lightheaded and surprised, his tongue could barely keep up with her ferocious attack, the way she lapped, caressed, suckled, nipped… Her fingers clawed into his hair steering his head according to her wishes.
"Oh, God…" he panted when her insistent lips moved along his jaw to nibble on his ear. He was dreaming, right? He was simply reliving one of his wet dreams which ended with him waking up embarrassed in his bed ejaculating like a teenage boy. But at least he didn't have to use his hand, he was close to getting blisters. All because of her, she was making him constantly horny without any effort.
This was not a dream. She was finally in his arms. His hands didn't know where to go first, what to touch, there were so many wonders of her delectable body that he yearned to explore. All his hairs stood up to attention as she purred into his ear when he grabbed her ass cheeks. She ground against him making him stumble a little. Their lips reconnected and they immersed themselves in a fierce kiss that lasted until they were utterly out of breath.
Her palms dived under his wife beater to do what they dreamed about, touch the rippling abs, scrape them with her nails… They both moaned, desire raging through their veins. His hips bucked into hers on their own accord.
"Condoms… you have… condoms?" she managed to ask before they were too far gone. They were still fully clothed and she didn't want to push things forward if they wouldn't be able to finish. She didn't want to think about anything else, no reasonable thought. She was getting an orgasm from him today and that was decided.
"Yeah, yeah," he groaned wildly as his fingers squeezed around her covered breast. How long had he coveted those perfect milky orbs…
"Go get'em," she shoved him away, slapping him on his ass, and he trotted as quickly as his engorged penis allowed him to. Hell, yes, he had condoms, he had a full box of them, unopened, the one he purchased at the memorable gas station.
His hands were literally shaking as he brought the box from the bathroom. He almost dropped it on the floor in shock since he was met with the sight of Meredith sitting on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide. Her shorts and panties lay forgotten on the floor so as not to interrupt the motion of her glistening fingers that kept playing with her clit and disappearing inside her.
"For the love of God…" he muttered, his legs turning into jelly.
He had managed to clear his brain a little during his trip to the bathroom. He decided they should discuss their situation before plunging into…. er, taking their relationship into a whole different dimension. But now his brain seemed completely fried. How could it not with her pleasuring herself shamelessly on his kitchen table. He was in a porny porny heaven he never wanted to wake up from. He always wanted it with her but at some point lost hope that it would happen in reality and now…
"You gonna keep staring or what?" she hissed with irritation. Yup, it was still Meredith Grey even though her lips were desperately taking the much needed air, her eyes glazed and uncoordinated.
He gulped and limped to her. He was barely within her range when she pulled at his wife beater sending him against her, naturally between her legs.
Her impatient fingers that seconds ago had combed her wet core ran around his waist and tore his boxers down without warning, exposing him fully to her eyes.
"Oh… oh…" she moaned with every breath she took. One could think she was having an orgasm at the mere sight. "Condoms…" She snatched the box from his hand and tore it open haphazardly and pulled a condom tearing its wrapper with her teeth.
"Mer…" he panted, shivers shaking his body. "Maybe… should talk…?"
"Talk?" she breathed out as she rolled the latex on his rock hard member. "Derek… you're so big… I need you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours…"
Oh, lord… She thought he wanted a dirty talk… The world around his dizzy self was spinning faster and faster.
"I want that cock fucking me senseless…" she moaned before reclaiming his lips possessively.
Now that he simply couldn't ignore… he wouldn't have the strength to ignore it. He was a man after all, a very horny man who desired this woman since like forever. He had known sex with her would be earth shattering but that was exceeding all his expectations. Meredith seemed to completely drop her inhibitions. She was wild, unrestrained, porny, dirty… What the hell was he waiting for?
He entered her with a one smooth move. And stilled. First, because he wanted to relish the mind-blowing feeling of being closely enveloped by her walls. Second, because she let out such an animalistic sound, he initially thought he hurt her. Not quite… He watched with wide fascinated eyes as she trembled uncontrollably biting on her lip, her chest rising and falling spastically, her vaginal muscles squeezing the length of his member like there was no tomorrow… She was having an orgasm! He barely entered her, God he was better than he imagined…
She was beautiful in the throes. She was beautiful all the time, but there was a breathtaking quality about her when she surrendered herself to the carnal pleasure. The glint in her emerald unseeing eyes. The rosy blush that spilled on her cheeks and her décolletage. The thin sheen of sweat appearing on her tanned freckled body. She was a goddess. And he needed to get his bearings together to make her feel even better.
Derek was not the only one taken by surprise with her orgasm. Actually no one was more surprised than Meredith herself. His penis hardly made it inside her when she was pushed over the edge. But apparently, the foreplay that lasted since his arrival at Rachel was more than enough. She didn't have a man for three and half years; and such a big one as Derek? Probably never. Pain mixed with pleasure as he pushed into her, accidentally triggering her small release.
She wasn't even finished when he started to thrust rhythmically, thoroughly, pulling almost all the way out and sliding deep in with ease assured by her juices. One of his hands crawled under her t-shirt and pushed her bra cup aside to palm her sensitive breast. She pressed herself into him like a cat seeking caresses. He was so good with his hands, at least in that department. She couldn't vouch for the OR. And thank God they weren't in one now.
She hooked her legs around his waist to lift herself up to meet him and they both groaned at the new depth of their connection. Suddenly their eyes met. Their regards clashed, wild, surprised, lustful. They stay locked while they continued to have sex, telling each other what they needed, how they needed it…
Their hips kept meeting faster, deeper, harder… until she once again was blown over with the force of her orgasm. He thrust into her a couple of forceful times more before spilling his sweet release into the condom.
He deposited her back on the table not able to trust his legs, panting heavily. For a long while, they weren't capable of moving. Both the sexual pleasure and the fact they experienced it together were overwhelming their senses.
"Have we just…?" he breathed out pulling away enough to look at her face.
"Yeah, I guess so," she sighed, and he detected a trace of nervousness in her voice.
"Meredith?" he called her as she got to her feet bending to the floor for her panties and shorts.
"Yeah?" she looked at him zipping her fly and cracking a smile at his state of undress. He was still naked from the waist down.
"What does this mean?"
"I… don't know," she replied sincerely and picked up her toolbox.
"Was that a payment for repairing the drain?" he quipped. "If yes, I'd like you to have a look at one in the bathroom."
She let out a laugh. "I'm meeting Cristina for breakfast, you'll have to take care of your drain alone," she smirked. "See you at the practice?"
"We can have breakfast together…"
"Derek… I'm going to have a little freak-out right now," she smiled walking out. "It's best if you're not around to witness that."
And then she was gone leaving him standing against the table, the condom slipping a little from his flaccid penis. Did that just happen? He passed a shaky hand through his already messy hair. Did Meredith Grey, with whom he had been in a state of constant war since day one, come to his home, repair his sink, and fuck him on his table?
It must have been the truth. His brain wouldn't be able to conjure such an intense and mind-blowing fantasy. He had never experienced an equally powerful orgasm. Maybe she had a super vagina? Or maybe she was simply important to him. She was that important to him that he was now actually worried about what was going to happen now. He didn't want her to pull away, to start avoiding him. He well remembered her reaction to their first kiss. She jumped out into a raging storm…
Meanwhile, Meredith trotted to her car almost bumping into Miranda who was getting back home with a bag of groceries.
"Oh, hey," Meredith greeted her nervously. "How're you doing?"
"Not as good as some, it seems," quipped Miranda scanning Meredith's appearance and the toolbox in her hand.
Meredith flushed feeling like she couldn't hide anything from her friend.
"Making house calls, Dr. Grey?"
"I… uhm, I gave Derek a helping hand with the drain," she explained quickly.
"I bet," said Miranda with a knowing voice.
"I… gotta run," Meredith sent her a nervous apologetic smile and jumped into her jeep.
"Someone owes me my bet winning, yup, someone does," Miranda sing sang entering her house.
Fifteen minutes later Meredith was sitting at a table in the inn, opposite her best friend. She was just realizing the full impact of what transpired between her and Derek in his kitchen. She hadn't felt that panic immediately after her orgasm. Now it hit her double. Thankfully, food helped. She was currently stuffing herself with her third sandwich.
"What did you do?" Cristina asked looking at her as if she grew a second head.
"I didn't do anything," Meredith managed to say through her full mouth. "Why would you think I did something?"
"Because you're eating like a pig," Cristina didn't bother to be delicate. "You always act as if you were starving but that's beyond normal even for your standards."
"Okay, fine," Meredith threw her sandwich onto the plate unceremoniously. "Just don't make a big deal of this, okay?"
"Okay?" Cristina said halfheartedly.
"I've just had sex," she sighed.
Cristina's mouth hung open; her eyebrows were so high they could run away any second altogether.
"That… would explain the appetite," she quipped. "With whom? Shepherd?"
"Whom else?" Meredith rolled her eyes.
"Last week I'd say anyone else."
"That was last week..." Meredith shrugged a little. "He's grown on me."
"Like a tumor?" quipped Cristina. She was bleeding inside as she just lost quite a lot of cash to Bailey, but she needed to be supportive for her person who was just experiencing a major freak out attack.
"Exactly like a tumor," Meredith grumbled stirring her coffee. "He's with me everywhere and he's difficult to get rid of."
"Well, it doesn't look like you wanted to get rid of him judging by the fact that you have just had sex with him…" remarked Cristina innocently.
"It's so humiliating… I went there and threw myself at him…"
"So, was it good?"
Meredith nodded solemnly, her eyes becoming glazed once again. "Two," she mouthed.
"Nice," snickered Cristina. "And in the size department?"
Meredith grabbed a couple of mini croissants and lined them on her plate.
"You're one lucky bitch!"
"Am I really? What did I do, Cristina?"
"Uh, had an orgasm?"
"Well, exactly. It's… the first time since Mitch…"
"Exactly, Mer," Cristina argued heatedly. "Don't you think you're done wasting your life over some asshat?"
"I'm not ready, I'm not ready," she shook her head violently.
"You won't know if you don't try-"
"And frankly, this is Derek Shepherd we are talking about! The asshole that has been annoying the crap out of me!"
"Was he that annoying the last couple of days?" asked Cristina sneakily. "You let him kiss you, damn, you let him fuck you. You must like something about him."
"He's… he's attractive, I guess… He can be funny. He cares about the patients and he's a total klutz in this adorable way…" Meredith sighed audibly.
"And he has a big dick," added Cristina, deciding to ignore the sugar shock at Meredith's admission.
"Yeah, but I don't want to have-"
"I know I know, you don't want to have casual sex. You can call it a short-term relationship. He's going to be out of here in less than two months anyway."
"Yes, he is…"
"Mer," Cristina looked her in the eye. "Maybe this is the way to repair your life. No one gets to judge how you do it. You make no excuses how you choose to repair what that asshole had broken."
"Don't I? What about Rachel?"
"Everyone wants you happy, Meredith. They're not going to judge."
"It's time for me," Meredith hurried to her feet.
"So soon? Someone waiting for you for a quickie before work?"
"You have a dirty mind, Cristina Yang. I just want to have a shower. You need to get a life."
"Who says I haven't already?" she smirked.
"What?" Meredith gasped. "You have someone? How is that I still don't know anything about it? Who is it?"
"No one you know," she shrugged. "We're just friends with benefits. You should take a page of my book."
Meredith walked out of the inn, her head swirling a little. Maybe Cristina was right. Maybe she should just leap. Maybe the weight of three last years would finally fall off her shoulders.
