Chapter 24: The Way You Look Tonight
"I think it's too much," Meredith scrutinized her reflection in the mirror critically. "Do you think it's too much?"
"Of course not," Izzie rolled her eyes behind her and beamed at her. "You look gorgeous, Derek will love it!"
"Hmm." Meredith sighed smoothing over her dress. Yes, she knew Derek would love it. She donned on a short halter-top dress. Red. Hugging her body like a second skin. Practically screaming-
"It's practically screaming fuck me," Cristina quipped from her place in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, that's what I mean," nodded Meredith, looking at her thankfully.
"On the other hand, you want him to fuck you, so no fuss."
"Ugh, I don't want him to think I'm dressing up just for him," Meredith rolled her eyes and tugged at her hair nervously.
"Why not? It's completely normal that you want to look good for your boyfriend," said Izzie, not tweaking her own dress, shockingly white.
"Derek is not my boyfriend," Meredith quickly shook her head.
"Did you split up?" the blonde stared at her with worry.
"No," snorted Meredith. "We're just… not an item! There hasn't been anything to split up from the beginning!"
"Then what are you?"
"Oh, they're just… just friends," snickered Cristina. "Sexy friends."
"I don't know why it is so shocking," Meredith shrugged off. "You know he's leaving next month, what did you expect? A marriage proposal?" she laughed and Cristina joined her in.
"I wouldn't put it past Derek," replied patiently Izzie. "He seems very at home."
"Who wouldn't?" snorted Cristina. "Just like that he's got a house, a practice and a sexy blonde to fuck at his beck and call."
"That's not what I meant," Izzie put her hands on her hips. "He feels good here, especially after everyone has got to like him."
"Yeah, that was a shocker," frowned Meredith.
"Oh, come on, Mer," Cristina drawled leaning back in the armchair. "You know the reason behind his sudden popularity surge."
"I don't," she coughed to cover her discomfort.
"They saw him carry you to the car and then to the practice after you fainted, he became sort of a hero," explained Izzie.
"He didn't do anything!" Meredith insisted stubbornly. "He didn't even do the shot!"
"But he spent the night by your side," reminded Izzie. "That's not nothing. That's tenderness, loyalty, that's devotion. Everyone thinks you're in love."
"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Meredith yelped exasperatedly. "We are not in love!"
"Fine, Derek means absolutely nothing to you," Izzie rolled her eyes and urged them downstairs. "Come on, Alex might be here any minute to pick me up and somehow I don't want him and Derek left unattended."
"Sorry you had to wait. I was pulled over again to listen to another story about my family," Derek murmured apologetically handing her a glass of wine he brought from the table. "I remember you mentioning something about family chronicles my uncle was writing…. I tried looking for them in his study today but didn't find anything amongst thousands of volumes of history books."
"I… I actually have it at my place," she replied. "I took it with me from the house after he passed away… as a reminder of him. It's like hearing his voice when I read it. I spent many evening on his porch listening to the fascinating stories…"
"It's okay. I would like to have a look at it, if you don't mind."
She smiled at his excited grin and took a sip. "You seem to be having a good time here. Everyone is fawning over you for a change…"
"It feels good not to be the enemy anymore," he agreed. "Feels good to be here with you…" His eyes turned stormy indigo when they took in every inch of her greedily. "Have I told you already that you look stunning?"
"Hm, no," she quipped. "You only said amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, breathtaking-"
"And delicious," he all but growled quietly so that only she could hear.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" she stared at him challengingly from above her glass. Hell, Cristina was right. She did want him to fuck her. He looked so yummy and sexy and steamy… That was probably his best suit he was wearing and all she wanted was to grab his silk blue tie and play a little dominatrix with him. Or he could be dominating her…
"When we're out of here, and I hope it'll be soon," he murmured, his face inches from hers, "I'm gonna tear that flimsy thing from your body, leaving you completely naked. You should not be allowed to wear any clothes, ever. You should walk as bare as you were born all the time…"
She felt herself going redder. And wetter. "Really?" her voice was quivering. "You'd want me to go naked. Here?"
He only laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't let you out of the house. I'd keep you as my sex slave."
She choked on her wine. "Excuse me? If anything, you'd be my slave!"
"Either way works," he shrugged, "but you know, I've changed my mind. I don't think I'm gonna make it to the bedroom tonight. I'll pull up the car on the side of the road-"
"That would be me," she smirked smugly, "as I'm the one who drives."
He rolled his eyes. "You're ruining my dirty talk. Anyway, we'll pull up on the side of the road and I'll just hitch that dress up over your thighs, just to…"
"Fuck me…" she finished for him helpfully.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Unfortunately, we still have some time to kill," he sighed watching the crowd in the makeshift dance floor.
"Uhm… you wanna dance?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, I… I don't dance," he cleared his throat.
"You don't dance? You invited me to a dance and you don't dance?"
"I invited you to have a nice time with you. And I'm… really bad at dancing. Disaster more like. And embarrassing…"
"Okay…" she quirked up one eyebrow. Derek seemed mildly embarrassed as he openly confessed his lack of dancing skills. "We don't have to dance."
"Thank God," he let out a sigh of relief and she couldn't help but giggle.
Before she could answer, a man in cowboy boots and gruffly buttoned shirt came up to them.
"Doc, would like to dance?" he smiled at her.
"Sure, Kyle," she said looking quickly at Derek. "You'll be okay here?"
"Yeah," he assured her and watched the man lead her into the crowd by the hand. He didn't really like it but he was hopeless at dancing and it was not like that guy was any competition for him. At least that was what he tried to tell himself…
To his displeasure, the song changed barely seconds after they started to dance. It was no longer fast and lively. It was slow, romantic, sensual. Derek's jaws clenched hard as his eyes fixed on Meredith and the cowboy guy. He was cracking jokes, Meredith was laughing. Thankfully there was some distance between them even if they were slow dancing. Apparently the man was well aware she was out of bounds.
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,
I've never seen you shine so bright,
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance,
They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance,
And I have never seen that dress you're wearing,
Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes,
I have been blind.
She was by far the most beautiful woman in here. Scratch that, he was the most beautiful woman he had ever set his eyes on. Her petite yet sporty figure. Her tanned freckled skin. The blonde hair that was much too long and flaxen than any of the women he had gone out with would ever allow. Yet the pure golden tresses felt so good in between his fingers, smelled so enchantingly when he buried his face in them. Her features, delicate yet hardened at the same time. Her emerald orbs that were so expressive, that tended to betray her thoughts and emotions. The lips barely touched with a lip gloss, he was addicted to them, addicted to their touch on his body.
And there were the secrets of Meredith that were hidden under her dress. He prided himself in the fact that he was the only one here to be privy to them. Of course, there was that Mitch, somewhere out there in the world. Mitch, whose name she whispered in her fever. Yet Cristina assured him, Meredith's ex was no longer in her heart. He chose to believe that, he wanted to believe it so much.
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight,
I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing,
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side,
And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away
Suddenly, Meredith, whom he was at the moment facing away from, cocked her head looking over her shoulder. Her eyes infallibly found him in the spot where she left him. Her lips stretched in a smile, her whole face beamed, her eyes laughed. He felt the pull. Not only of physical attraction. A tug of longing at his heart, at the core of his soul. Which was utterly unreasonable, he realized. She was just in front of him, he was looking at her. And yet… he missed her, longed for her with all his being. It was good kind of missing, it warming his heart. What was that exactly? He had never felt anything as tremendous and exhilarating as this closely unidentified feeling. All he knew was that his mind was no longer in control of his actions. He deposited the wine glass onto the table and made his way towards her.
"May I?" he asked not even looking at Meredith's dance partner.
"Sure, Doc. Thank you for the dance, Doc," Kyle smiled and left them to themselves.
"You said you didn't dance," Meredith said looking at him with amusement written all over her face as one of his arms tightly circled her waist. The fingers of his other hand intertwined with hers.
"I thought I'd make an exception," he murmured when they started to sway slowly, "for my lady in red."
"Oh, I'm honored," she giggled, her palm moving over his back, at the level of his shoulder blades and down his spine.
"Please don't. Wait to see if you have any toes left after that song."
"Seriously?" she laughed throwing her head back and closing her eyes in mirth.
"I am truly a terrible dancer," he replied, laughter clear in his voice, and leaned closer to her, inhaling the lavender scent he knew was due to her conditioner.
The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,
There's nobody here, it's just you and me,
It's where I want to be
Barely concealed excitement was bubbling inside him, threatening to explode out of his skin. It was inexplicable, powerful and mystical. If he was too choose a moment in which he would like to live for all eternity, this was pretty close to win. With his sudden realization minutes before, her sweet curvy form closely enveloped with his, the gentle sway of their bodies. He closed his eyes as his cheek grazed hers. It was a moment, a split second that would be forever engraved in his memory, his very heart.
But I hardly know this beauty by my side,
I'll never forget the way you look tonight
He did know so little about her. Her name was Meredith Grey. She was an intelligent, kindhearted doctor. An independent spitfire. She had been badly hurt three and a half years ago. She had lived in Seattle and New York and now Rachel was her home. She had two sisters but didn't grow up with them. She wasn't on speaking terms with her mother. She had a voracious sexual appetite. She didn't know how to cook. She was a slob. She was a romantic at heart knowing she adored the stories about his family. She loved the music of the 80's.
That was more or less the condensed set of facts he knew about her. There was still so much that remained mystery. However, in this split second it was all unimportant, her secrets, her reluctance to share. Right now, he felt like he knew her all along. As if he had waited all his life to meet her. His… soul mate?
The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,
There's nobody here, it's just you and me,
It's where I want to be,
But I hardly know this beauty by my side,
I'll never forget the way you look tonight;
I never will forget the way you look tonight...
The lady in red, the lady in red,
The lady in red, my lady in red,
I love you...
"Pull up, pull up," he laughed reaching his hand to place it on her leg, just above her knee, only to tantalizingly drag it along her thigh, creasing up the material of her dress.
"Just… just a little further down the road," she breathed out deeply. Driving proved very difficult with the distracting weight of his palm that just dived to her inner thigh. "Damn, do you want me to crash?" she cried when she felt the pads of his fingers at the soaked material of her panties covering her impatient opening.
"I want you to pull up," he murmured hoarsely. She was so wet for him already…
Meredith hit the brakes and hardly turned off the engine when she tore herself from her seat to straddle his lap, helped by his eager hands. Her lips found his, beginning a passionate mating dance of their tongues that took their breath away all too quickly.
Just as he had promised at the dance, he pulled the hem of her crimson dress up her lean thighs, past her hips, uncovering her to him. Her long fingers tugged at his raven locks desperately leaving them in complete disarray seconds after they touched them. Her hips buckled into his bulging groin out of their own volition.
He let out a moan of impatience into her mouth at the sight of her panties. Not that there was something wrong with the poor panties. They were red, lacy and skimpy. But at the moment they were shielding from him his ultimate destination and the source of greatest pleasure he had known, Meredith's sweet pussy. That was a mortal sin in his eyes.
He grabbed the delicate material at her hipbones and pulled it apart. The sound of ripping lace joined the lapping of tongues, heavy pants and groans as wells as the rhythmical squeaks of Derek's seat.
Feeling the cool air on her damp sensitive flesh, and disregarding her ruined underwear completely, she abandoned the task of messing with Derek's hair (which he was sure would lead to his premature baldness one day) and busied herself with freeing Derek's raging erection to the world. Suddenly she leaned over him groping for something in the dark and he fell back with an amused yelp as the seat lowered back.
"Condom?" he grunted, keenly massaging her thighs.
"Pill," she murmured biting on his ear. Her outstretched palms rested on his lower abdomen as she ground herself against him, positioning her ripe lips over the tip of his swollen length, that was already glistening with precum.
"Pill…" he repeated after her, entering a completely new level of excitement and anticipation. They were going to connect without any barriers for the first time. He was going to take her whole… He was going to feel her naked walls on the equally bare skin of his penis. He was going to cum inside her and she would accept his seed in her sweet depths.
Just then, she sank to welcome him inside her. They couldn't help moaning at the new experience. They relished the new level of friction as they pushed and pulled, withdrew and thrust, with the familiarity they acquired over the past weeks. He pried his eyes opened wide to take in as much of her as possible. She was a vision to behold and he wanted to memorize each tiny detail of her, of them, of that night, the best night of his life as he realized with excited surprise…
Oh, God, this woman… His eyes felt moist for some reason. He didn't cry during sex, he was not that guy but dear god… she was making him feel things…
Her green pools of eyes opened as though sensing the vibes going from him. She held his gaze steadily, which wasn't easy as her eyes wanted to roll back in pleasure every time his iron rod hit her up hard and deep. A dazed breathless smile played on her parted lips continuously. Just a couple of seconds, only a few times they would meet halfway and they would both explode. Just a bit, just a flex of her hips, a buckle up of his…
And then his voice carried in the car, his quivering voice forming actual words between spastic pants. "I love you…"
Even in her haze and tensed anticipation of incoming orgasm she could not mistake his words.
"What…?" she gasped breathlessly hopping off, making his penis completely slip out of her.
He swallowed hard, his chest heaved up and down so fast it was almost painful. It was certainly making him lightheaded. Blood was pounding in his head. He correctly recognized the fear in her eyes. He was sure his own eyes were mirroring it. Should he deny it? Turn it into a joke? A sudden surge of bravery gripped his heart as he realized the full impact of what he had declared. Moreover, he knew he only spoke the truth. He just realized it but he knew… he knew that he loved her.
"I love you," he repeated, his voice quiet but strong.
"You mean…" she gulped, pushing her hair off her face nervously. "You mean you love… this, right? The sex, the orgasms."
"That too, but I meant that I love you."
"I… you… like a friend, right?" she asked, taking a panicky tone. "Like a friend?"
"Like a woman," he answered firmly though this situation was slowly killing him. He was still painfully hard as they broke their connection seconds before reaching the finish line. He just bared his soul to her and nothing seemed to suggest the first woman to whom he professed his love was going to say it back. Yet, he still clarified, "I'm in love with you."
"No!" she all but yelled trying to move away from as though he was burning her skin. "No! You don't… you do not… You can't! We said, we agreed… No!"
"Meredith!" he pleaded with desperation in his voice, gripping her and pulling her to him to prevent the great escape. "Mer, please!"
"No! Let me…. Let me go!" she gasped and struggled against him on his lap.
"Shit," he hissed lowly as she buckled against him. "Mer, don't… oh god, don't fight me!"
She was inadvertently, and certainly despite all her intentions, grinding against his hardness continuing giving him pleasure, very tortuous pleasure right now.
"Let me… let me… go…"
"Mer, don't!" he yelped but it was too late. At that very moment, he had little control over everything, the situation, Meredith, and surely his penis.
His abdomen and testicles tensed and seconds later he felt the desperate release pouring out of him. his penis twitched between them shooting up his seed. He closed his eyes in humiliation waiting for the last drop of semen to make its way out. He was never a premature ejaculator. Love really seemed to change people.
He realized the car went eerily silent and motionless. Meredith was definitely still and speechless on his knees. Finally, he dared to open his eyes to face the devastation. Well, he was already feeling it soaking through his best Versace pants and his silk shirt. His tie didn't escape unscathed either.
He cracked his eyelids open with a beating mortified heart. The first thing he saw was Meredith, precariously seated on his legs, with a very confused expression on her face. And not only that… His sperm was like everywhere, including her chin, the valley of her breasts and all over her belly. Ah, the so-called advantages of the pill…
"I… uhm…" he cleared his throat, his face heating up, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she said quickly, too quickly. "I think we should call it a night… get… home or whatever. And we can forget all about… it," she underlined the last word, her eyes sweeping her sticky dress and his now flaccid penis. However, he knew well enough that she didn't mean only his less than fortunate incident. She meant his confession… For a moment, a rage flared in his chest. He was being an adult. He was expressing his feelings, being honest with her. And she trampled it all over. But then again, she didn't ask for any of it. She had expressly stipulated that she was not in for a long-term relationship. And was he really? Meredith wouldn't leave Rachel for anything in the world. And the idea of leaving New York for good seemed unimaginable for him.
He didn't protest when she slid off his lap to the driver's seat and pulled a packet of tissues from her handbag.
"Ugh, it's… no use…" she sighed soon abandoning any attempt of cleaning herself up. "It's just… too much…"
Yes, suddenly it was all just too much. He rubbed his forehead absent-mindedly and a peal of laughter escaped his throat. He was screwed and he knew it but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. And he had just released his load all over the car. He could definitely do with a laugh. Especially when Meredith's sweet giggles reached his ears.
