Chapter 18: Top of the World
Derek sat behind the counter usually occupied by Izzie and swung from side to side. His eyes, however, were unchangeably fixed at one point. Meredith. She was currently chatting with some uptight looking woman on the steps of the practice.
A pout and a frown marred his face since this morning. And they were caused by no other than Meredith Grey. He had learnt new things about her last night, very pleasurable things for sure. However, he also saw firsthand that she was an absolute control freak. They had come several times. He had come several times. But never on top.
It certainly turned him on. He loved the bossiness. What was even more important, Meredith looked amazing riding him, slow or fast – it didn't matter. Her long hair swayed around her when she moved. Her full breasts bounced mesmerizingly. And when she arched her back in pleasure, her mouth desperately catching air… She gave him amazing blow jobs too, he would be a fool to complain.
And yet. After three rounds of sex, which always ended with him on his back, he saw a pattern. She never let him finish off putting her in a more submissive position.
"So, that was Charlotte King from the tourist office," Meredith explained stopping to lean against the counter. "She says we can expect more than a thousand people for the season opener."
She frowned a little when he didn't reply and continued to sit, laid back, observing her with a puzzling expression.
"You know what the season opener is, right?" she went on. "The great march to the border of the Area 51. That's the military polygon."
He silently cocked his head the other way, his eyes fixed on her.
"Okay," she tucked her hair behind her ears. "Just so you know, that march is in a week, it's gonna be a busy time. You need to know what to expect. We… or at least one of us has to go with the march to assure medical aid. It's much like paramedics stuff."
She squinted at him. What was wrong with him? Normally he never shut up. "So I can go, because I went every time since I came here- Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
"I wanna be on top," he said simply.
"You what?" she frowned.
"Me, you, horizontal mambo, I wanna be on top."
Meredith burst out laughing. "Oh, you're serious," she remarked noticing he didn't join in. "What, you didn't enjoy me being on top?"
"Of course, I enjoyed it, multiple times," his eyes crawled over her lazily, stopping at the level of her breasts. "Dirty bossy thing going on? Don't get me wrong, I like it."
"Then what's the problem?" she shrugged.
"But you know, me as a male of the species-"
"Understood," she smirked, quirking her eyebrow. "But not gonna happen."
"What?" he gasped disbelievingly. "Why?"
"Because as you said I've got this dirty bossy thing going on," she looked at him with all the smugness she could muster. "And I don't share my power."
"Oh, come on-"
"You wanna be between these legs ever again or not?"
"I wanna be back up!" he pouted.
"You're not gonna be back up," she crossed her arms over her chest. "Now, yes or no?"
They stared at each other, as if struggling for power, until Derek relented throwing his head back against the chair, "Okay, fine, yes."
Meredith didn't even try to contain her gloating as she hung off her lab coat on a rack.
"You're going somewhere?" he sighed.
"Yeah, to the Ramirez' ranch, have some vaccinations to do."
"I'm going with you," he got to his feet and followed her to the storage room.
"You sure you want to? I'm going to vaccinate cows, not people," she chuckled.
"Oh, well, fine, I still want to go."
"What, you wanna prove to me you're the male of the species? So tough and strong-"
"That's enough," he interrupted sourly.
"Ooh, someone had his ego taken down a peg or two."
"My ego is just fine," he grumbled.
"Of course it is. And if you want to keep this set of clothes just fine, I propose we make a stop at your place so you can change into those jeans that I left you. You don't need to look elegant for the cows," she snickered.
"Right," he agreed. How could he not? He seemed to be reduced to agreeing with her.
"Aren't you a big boy!"
Derek watched with surprise as Meredith cooed to a baby held by his mother. He hadn't seen this Meredith yet, a giggling and cooing and smiling at little babies Meredith.
"And he's getting so strong too," said Mrs. Ramirez. "Like he didn't come too early at all."
"Miguelito started to push his way into the world three weeks before the due term," Meredith explained to Derek. "I was just getting back from the ranch when you jumped in front of my jeep in the storm."
"Then I'll say he had very good timing," he smiled giving her a long look.
"It's Dr. Shepherd, right?" Mr. Ramirez held out his hand to shake his appraising his look. "I've seen you couple of times in town. I almost didn't recognize you in these clothes."
"Oh, I didn't recognize myself either," Derek cleared his throat while Meredith rolled her eyes discreetly. She knew he was in a sour mood. Partly because of the sex thing, partly because of the casual clothes. Next time she'd just let him ruin another pair of designer slacks. Why would she care about his wardrobe?
"But you're a spitting image of your father," Mr. Ramirez went on.
"Really? You knew my father?" Derek asked eagerly as he led them to an enclosure a little further off.
"As a kid, yeah. How is he? He hasn't been home for years."
"He's a… he's dead."
"Oh, please accept my condolences. It's hard to believe, he was always healthy as a horse. What did he die from?" Mr. Ramirez asked obtusely.
"It… was sudden," Derek answered evasively.
"Well, he was a good man. He helped to get me my first job."
"Oh?"
"Yeap, at his uncle's farm. It now belongs to the Stewarts."
Meredith trailed behind them, watching with a gentle smile as Derek devoured every word that came from Mr. Ramirez, looking as enthralled as though he was about to cut into the man's brain. It was good. Derek Shepherd might even feel at home for a second.
Mr. Ramirez left them both in the enclosure with his small herd when Meredith assured him it was fine if he had to go back to his other obligations. He had a family of eight to provide for after all and a whole ranch to look after.
"Why did you want to become a doctor?" Derek asked out of a sudden, leaning with his back against the wooden fence.
"What?" a small frown marred her forehead while she prepared the vaccinations.
"I always try to deny it but I went to med school because of my father," he sighed not waiting for the answer to his question.
"Was he sick?" Meredith's voice had nothing but gentleness in its tone.
"No," he cleared his throat. "He was shot in his store for his watch. In front of me and my sister…"
She tried not to let her shock show on her face. Derek witnessed his father's violent death. When he was just a kid. And he wasn't screwed up. He was full of life. Cocky and chatty.
"I always try to deny that but I went to med school because of my mother," she admitted. She decided truth would mean more than any words of comfort she could say to him. "I wanted to prove to her that I had it in me to be a- a doctor," she stuttered at the ending. "But that was her master plan all along I'm sure."
"You really make her sound as if she was dead."
"She's not. She's alive and well. Just not talking to me. Three… three years now."
"Oh, since you moved here," he easily made the connection as he observed her work.
"Yeah, she wasn't happy to hear her daughter was going to vaccinate cows, was she?" Meredith smiled preparing another syringe. "When I started med school I would laugh if someone told me my career would go this way. I wanted to change the face of medicine. Then life happened. And I'm here."
"Where you want to be?"
"Yeah," she sent him a full smile. "I want to be here."
"What about changing the face of medicine?"
"Who says I can't be doing it here?" she chuckled. "I think this place has made me a better doctor."
"I… eh… can I try?"
She blinked at him in surprise, "You want to vaccinate a cow?"
"What's wrong with it? My father could work on a ranch, I can do it. I've never said treating an animal was beneath me."
"You just acted like it," she quipped. "Are you sure?"
"I've been watching you closely. How hard can it be?" he shrugged. "I wanna learn something new."
"Fine," she nodded her head lightly. "Here, the gloves, the syringe, the vaccine. Do exactly what I did, I don't want any accidents. And don't panic."
"What accidents?" he frowned at her. "Why would I panic?"
"Because you're a city slicker. The most you're seeing of a cow is on a milk box."
"I'll be fine," he gulped. "I treat life threatening tumors, it's just a shot."
"Okay."
"Okay." Mimicking her earlier movements, he positioned the syringe above the shoulder of one of their patients.
"You're doing great," she said encouragingly.
"I haven't done anything yet," he rolled his eyes.
"Just thought you might need some cheering. You know, it's like flying solo for you or something," she chuckled.
"Why do I get this feeling again that you're mocking me?"
"Probably because I am."
"You can stop now. It's just making a shot for heaven's-"
The cow turned her head suddenly and he jumped back bumping into Meredith.
She couldn't stop the snort coming out of her mouth as they stumbled together.
"Stop. Laughing. At. Me." he gritted out.
"I'm not laughing at you," she giggled. "Okay, I am but seriously, you should have seen yourself. Real macho, Shepherd."
"Shut up, you're gonna pay for that."
"I'm looking forward to it," she quipped. "I think I should just finish this. I want to get back before the sunset."
"I said I'd do this!" he hissed.
"Fine, Mr. Brain Surgeon."
He narrowed his eyes at her and proceeded to make the vaccination, this time his movements being more purposeful and determined. He breathed out with relief when the cow didn't even flinch.
"Good job!" she patted him on the shoulder walking away to finish their task. "I see a future for you in veterinarian medicine, Dr. Shepherd!"
With her back to him, she didn't see the looks he was following her with, looks that promised to get back at her.
"You know, I kinda like that getting new experiences thing," Derek started conversationally as they packed up their kit and were making their way back, just the two of them.
"Oh, yeah?" she smirked. "Maybe I'll let you castrate a dog next time. That's even surgery."
"Funny," he grinned. "But I already know what I want to experience next."
Before she could retaliate, he grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her behind a shed, pressing her to the wall with his body. His hand immediately dived under her dress groping her thigh.
"Have I told you already that I love when you wear a dress?" he muttered into her mouth engaging her in a drugging kiss that effectively reduced the amount of oxygen going to her brain. "Such an easy access…"
She laughed throatily. "That's the new experience? Having sex against a farm building?"
"Having a roll in the hay…" he announced as he pulled her up by the thighs and threw her into a little heap of hay nearby.
"Someone might catch us!" she gasped even though her fingers were massaging his muscled back under his T-shit already and travelling to the fly of his jeans to free his raging erection. "The Ramirez have quite a brood."
"Please, it turns you on," he smirked as he dragged her panties from her legs, quickly rolled a condom on his hard cock and pushed himself between them. "You're a dirty little girl."
Several things happened at once. His mouth attacked hers again. His penis entered her hard and fast. She realized he wanted to have his way with her lying on her back. And she decided she was not going to give in. Dirty little girl? She was dirty, definitely. But she was far from being little. She was the one in control. Not the other way round.
When he thrust into her again, she squeezed her vaginal muscles as tight as she could. She smirked with satisfaction as he moaned, his face contorted in pleasure and effort. Taking advantage of his moment of weakness, she pushed herself off the ground with her feet so he landed on his butt with her on the lap. He tried to reverse their positions back but he was powerless when she willed her hips to work magic on his rock hard length. She circled figures of eight, sped up and slowed her movements, trapping him in occasionally.
"Oh, God…" His eyes rolled in his skull under the force with which she rode him. His plan backfired on him. He didn't have the resources to fight back and he didn't even want to at this point. He was at her feet. The only thing he could achieve right now was to make her come. His palms blindly found her twin globes under her dress and he tweaked them roughly, contributing both to hers and his own pleasure. He adored her breasts. So perfect, round and natural.
He had met a couple of woman who were very uninhibited about sex but none would be as unrestrained as Meredith to let him take her at the back of a shed, outside, in hay. Moreover, she was the one doing the taking really. And frankly, he had never wanted a woman to that level, so as just to initiate a sex act so recklessly, unreasonably.
He was losing another battle with her as she reached behind her and firmly grasped his testicles. He felt her hot breath on the side of his neck, "Be a good little boy and come for me, Derek…"
He groaned doing all that he could to prevent himself from exploding before her. He desperately took his hand of her boob and insinuated it between them to rub her clit.
"Ah! You're playing dirty," she purred. "But you won't win…"
She skillfully toyed his groin and resumed her powerful rides and all thoughts were gone from his brain as the orgasm took him whole. As if through the mist, he heard her triumphant 'Yes' and her walls clamped around him milking his seed.
"How was that about rolling in the hay?" she snickered, her breath coming in pants above him.
"Pretty damn good… but-"
"No buts," she put her finger on his lips. "You're not gonna be back up."
He slapped his forehead with a deep sigh.
"It's fun when you're trying though," she winked at him picking her panties from the hay.
He heaved himself up shaking his head, a face-hurting grin on his lips though. Yes, it was definitely fun.
