Chapter 28: Making Love or Sex?

Quirking her eyebrow, she turned back to follow his gaze. Her eyes stopped at a large pinkish and red store with a huge banner above the door that said "Adam and Eve's. Erotic Emporium."

"Seriously?" she snorted.

"What?" he shrugged innocently, his eyes running to the store window.

"You were bored out of your wits at the casino and desperate to go to our motel and now you want to go to the sex shop?"

"Well, I doubt it'll be boring," he chuckled and tugged at her arm.

"Seriously?" she laughed biting on her lip. "I doubt Adam and Eve had all this merchandise in the paradise."

"They were kicked out of there for something, weren't they?" he quipped. "And we're in the Sin City-" he looked at her pleadingly.

"Derek!" she giggled, bubbling with amusement, both at the situation and Derek's pout.

"Unless you can't take it," he shrugged. "I understand, you like sex but deep inside you're a bit of a prude-"

"Derek Shepherd!" she yelped at him aiming a shove on his arm. "Are you calling me a prude?"

"I'm just saying it as it is-" he shrugged, an arrogant smirk on his lips.

"For the record, I know you're baiting me, you smug bastard," she snorted, seizing him up. "But I'm going to humor you, to show you exactly how much of a baby you are."

She grinned and sauntered past him into the store. "Keep close so you don't get lost, little boy."

He didn't appear to hear her little jab as he followed her in eagerly. "You haven't been into a store like that before, have you?" she asked knowingly.

"Er, no," he admitted truthfully and then frowned at her hit with a sudden realization. "Have you?"

"Maybe yes, maybe not," she replied coyly, and they made their way between shelves with displayed merchandise.

"What's sex furniture?" Derek asked curiously catching the name of the section in the corner of his eyes.

"Something to hang you upside down-"

"I get the idea," he said quickly, his face scrunching up.

"You really are green. I'd think you were more experienced," she snickered.

"I am!" he argued self-consciously. "Just- not with toys."

"Oh, I forgot you're a Mama's boy."

"I'm not a Mama's boy," he bit off and turned into a separate aisle than Meredith.

"Don't even think about it!" she shook his head at him, her face unrelenting, and he noticed to his dismay that he entered "Anal Love" section. "A rectal exam isn't even remotely a turn-on for me."

"Neither for me," he grumbled retreating hastily. He blushed suddenly as though only becoming aware where he found himself exactly. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea- Let's go."

"Chill out," she caught his hand to stop him. "We can find something for us. Something that is us."

"Naughty Bedroom Dice?" he chuckled spotting a black velvet pouch in her hand.

"For example," she grinned up at him. "Go look for some handcuffs."

"Ha- handcuffs?" he swallowed hard, his mind going places.

"You heard me," she sent him a seductive smile over her shoulder that always mesmerized him so much. He kissed her cheek and went for his quest, marveling at the realization how compatible they were on every level, mental, emotional, sexual- He so hoped this day would never end, for her to always be next to him like this. He stopped when his eyes met a selection of products he was looking for. At least he would have handcuffs to chain himself to her if it came to extremes.


It was well past midnight when they stumbled into their small motel room, not at all trying to be quiet. They didn't have to. The guests would surely know little rest that night as a party seemed to be in the full swing somewhere near, muffled yet still distinct sounds of music slipping into the rooms.

"It's no Bellagio," Meredith said softly, taking off her shoes and sinking her feet into the carpet with relief. Her ballerinas were pretty comfortable but that was an intense day. "But it's clean and- it has sort of an atmosphere. I've stayed here a couple of nights instead of driving to Rachel in the night."

"I like it here," he said as he put their bags on the bed. She could tell he was smiling. It was confirmed when he turned back to her, and she could see his relaxed satisfied face in the mixed light of neon signs and the moon seeping from the half-opened window. They didn't turn on the lamps. The darkness was soothing for the senses, intimate-

Derek walked up to her, his step quiet and almost stealthy, and caught her face by the pads of his fingers. His mouth tickled hers, followed by the tip of his tongue that messaged her lips, coaxing them apart. They barely tasted each other, meeting with a slick sound, when she pulled back slightly and whispered, "Give me a minute, okay? I'll be right back."

"Okay," his voice lowering to an unnecessary whisper. Music was still coming from the party nearby. "I'll open the wine."

Meredith took her bag and trotted to the bathroom and cooled her face in the darkness. What was going on with her? She pondered splaying her cool palm over her forehead. She didn't have a fever, she wasn't drunk and yet- she felt almost high, lightheaded. This place, this city was doing something to her- something she couldn't utterly comprehend. She was- giddy, and breathless and flushed- This was not her normal state. Her head was not working as usual either. She had all those funny thoughts all day-

This day was amazing, they spent time together, they had fun, they laughed. They had a delicious dinner, checked the obligatory position on the Vegas list visiting a casino, they had a hilarious incident later and now, now she was passing on to the main course, making love to Derek- She let out an involuntarily gasp. She didn't just think that- sex, they were going to have sex. With that intention in mind, she opened her bag to pull out a small packet and opened it as quietly as possible.

A couple of minutes later she tiptoed out to the bedroom, biting on her lip. She kept persuading herself that it was just sex, only sex. They were not making love, it was just a slip of her tongue, a very silent slip of her tongue. And yet she couldn't help feeling- That sense of awareness didn't want to go away anymore.

Her breath hitched. But not necessarily just because of her mental battle. She had a little secret that was making her tingle all over, a secret that Derek was yet to learn. Her lips stretched in a broad smile as she tried to imagine Derek's face when he did. Thank God for the vast beam of light pouring into the room along with the fresh nighttime air.

Her respiration becoming more labored, she accepted the glass of wine from him. He took a sip from his and pressed himself sensuously against her.

"I missed you," he whispered amusedly as his free hand started to roam up and down the line of her body, from her ribcage to her leg and, what he always enjoyed, dived under the hem of her denim dress. It pooled above his wrist as his fingers massaged her soft thigh and rode higher to her waist.

"No panties-" he husked out. "Didn't want me to rip another pair?"

She giggled. If he only knew-

"Dropped them in the bathroom. You like easy access and all-"

"Damn right I do," he murmured heatedly and pressed his lips to the pulse point on her neck, putting away his glass.

But that was not her plan. This day was about him, she would do everything to make sure the night would be great.

He looked up at her in incomprehension when she pulled away from him for the second time tonight.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," she assured him sweetly. "Everything is perfect- and will be even more so-"

He chuckled, "I'm sure, if we try out our shopping-"

"We'll come to that-" she promised and spun on her heel with a little gasp. "But first- I want to dance-"

"Dance?" he asked her bemusedly with a tone that indicated he suspected her of temporary insanity.

"Yes, Derek," she murmured, her breathing quickening, as she opened the window to its fullest. More music flowed inside, this time they played a song from the Pulp Fiction movie.

"I've always liked it-" she sighed and raised her arms above her head, swaying her hips carefully, climbing on her tiptoes and down onto the carpet.

"Wanna dance with me?" she breathed out with her back to him, her tresses swinging from side to side.

"In a moment," he replied taking a gulp of his wine. "For now, I'm just enjoying watching you-"

"Watch away-" she smirked. Yes, she was definitely smirking, he noticed with curiosity.

The rhythm sped up and so Meredith's movements. But after a while, her breathlessness aroused his suspicions. Her respiration was rugged, a flush was spilling on her cheeks and décolletage, he could see it clearly even in the pale light. He glanced at her glass, it was almost untouched on the table.

He made his way towards her as the music slowed down to its previous pace. Not Meredith. She was panting by now, biting on her lip.

"Mer?" he peered at her face, his fingers on her neck as they started to sway together. "You okay?"

"Never better, oh," she moaned.

He swallowed hard. "Am I missing something?"

"Yes!" she laughed and threw her arms around his neck, bringing their faces inches apart. "Do you know what are ben wa balls?"

"No?" he muttered as his fingers started to unzip the dress.

"Then I'll tell you," she smiled seductively. "They are two small orbs on a string- You know what they're for? To exercise Kegel muscles-"

His fingers dropped the zipper and gripped her waist. "What- how?" he asked, his own breathing becoming increasingly troubled.

"Well, you put them in- you sorta need to watch out so they don't fall out- and they massage your- or actually, mine, walls-"

"Fuck, Meredith-" he gasped, immediately hardening against her. "Don't tell me- you-?"

She smiled up coyly.

"Now?" he asked weakly, his imagination working on full speed.

"This very moment," she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Do you know that their other name is pleasure balls?"

He shivered in desire. "God, Mer, where did you get them?"

"Where do you think, silly?" she chuckled as her fingers deftly worked on his tie and the buttons of his shirt. "At the Erotic Emporium when you weren't looking-"

He gasped when her hands grazed his bare chest. "I want you-"

"You have me," she whispered warmly and pushed him back towards the bed. She knelt in front of him before he could blink to unbuckle his belt and pull his slacks and boxer briefs down his ankles. "I want to take care of you- will you let me?"

"Ye- yes-" he gasped out as he felt her still clothed frame aligned with his utterly naked one.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes-"

"Good," she smiled and steered him to sit down on the bed against the headboard. "Stay there-" she asked him and reached backwards to finish unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor, soon followed by her bra.

"Oh, god-" he panted from his place on the bedding. He was caught with an urge to tear up and take her into his arms, but she asked him to be patient. He knew they were about to try out something new. And besides, there was a different quality about her tonight. An unprecedented level of tenderness, sweetness, sensuality- like her actions were directed at him, for his benefit.

Gripped with a new surge of desire, he watched her bend and look inside their shopping bag. He trembled when two pairs of padded handcuffs swayed on her forefinger.

She minced to him and reached to him expectantly waiting for him to give his hand. He didn't waste time thinking, he would comply with everything she wanted to do, everything she wanted to do with him, or to him-

She kissed his wrist before bringing his arm delicately above him and cuffing his hand to the headboard. She walked around the bed and repeated the gesture with his left hand. As she leaned forward to plant a kiss to his forehead, he caught a glimpse of something swaying between her slender thighs.

"Oh, god, Meredith, is that-?" he trailed off, a groan rising in his throat.

She just giggled and carefully climbed the bed, tickling his ankles. "Open up."

She took the sight before her, and it almost made her forget how to breathe. He was sprawled in all his naked glory, his hair slightly tousled, not too much yet- His hard lean muscles flexed as he inhaled and exhaled, the effect strengthened by the fact that his arms were trapped above. And God, his generously-sized member proudly stood up at attention, little drops of precum already trickling out at the tip. He was all hers for the taking, he wanted her to take him. Did she-?

"God, straddle me," he pleaded distractedly. Her games were making him hard beyond imagination.

"Can't do that," she sighed happily. "I don't want to lose my little pleasure balls, do I?"

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned, his hips buckling up trying to meet something, anything, to relieve him. It was not going to happen fast, he realized when he saw her pulling out another piece of merchandise they acquired.

She crouched to sit on her knees between his legs, two glowing-in-the-dark dice in her hand.

"Oh, yes-" a moan escaped her as she scooted forward.

"What?" he asked quickly, knowing well enough why she just did that sexy little sound, almost seeing it in his mind's eye, but willing to hear her saying it.

"Let's just say the pleasure balls are working," she whispered. "They have smaller ones inside them which roll and knock with every move-"

"Oh, god, please, Mer!" he begged, his body tensing up.

"Getting there, love," she answered without thinking, caressing his thigh slowly while throwing the dice with another hand. "What have we got here-? Neck- and Lick-" she murmured, leaning against him and eliciting another sweet gasp as she changed her position.

He threw his head back against the padded headboard in anticipation of her lips there, but she was very unhurried in her delivery. This was going to be torture, such a pleasurable torture- At long last, feeling her breasts titillating his chest, quite purposefully for sure, her breath fanned over his pulse point. Her tongue was moist and hot against his neck gently teasing at first, then running clockwise and counterclockwise circles until she started to lap at him in insistent suggestive strokes-

His chest kept expanding and imploding dramatically, if only she touched him more- She was careful in her seduction, always keeping him at a steady level of arousal, allowing it neither to skyrocket before due time nor to transform into disappointment. He all but groaned when her lips left the hollow of his neck. His hands strained against the handcuffs, forgetting they were still much in place.

"God, I want to touch you!"

"Not yet," she giggled and once again sent the dice rolling along the bed, this time stopping to order Nibble and Lips.

She pushed up to her knees and steadied herself against his outstretched arms and shoulders, her fingers satisfyingly feeling up the rippling biceps. He moaned when their chests met once again, this time closer, tighter- She twittered little kisses onto his mouth around it, onto his cheeks and chin. Her lips caught his lower lip briefly, and the upper one, and again and again, every time too quickly for him to catch her or at least taste her with his tongue. Seeing his unsuccessful attempts, she captured his tongue and suckled with a small hum. Before he had any chance to deepen it into a full French kiss, she pulled back panting visibly. It was as much of a torture for her as it was for him. She was equally hot and bothered, a sheen of perspiration lightly glistening on her skin. Both of them moaned with the same need she accidentally brushed against his rock hard length.

Another throw of the dice said Massage and Your choice.

"That's- my choice, right?" he all but gasped out.

"Nuh-uh," she smirked at him wickedly and he groaned throwing his head back and pulling at his restrains desperately. "My choice-"

"You're killin' me!" his voice quivered as he moistened his dried lips.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," she wiggled her eyebrows and put her hands on the firm planes of his chest. Her deft fingers traced every ridge and crevice of the expanse of his torso, played with the little black hair that made him look even more virile, tweaked his nipples. She started to go lower and lower over his six pack that shivered beneath her touch when she stopped out of a sudden taking her hands off him.

"Don't!" he choked out. "Come back! You can't be serious!" Meredith never cared much for a long foreplay, until tonight it seemed. He was going mad with lust. He was sure all his blood flowed to his cock which was now so rigid and tensed he was sure it would fall off soon, unless Meredith directly took care of it soon. Soon like now!

"Not going anywhere," she giggled and turned to grab another product they had purchased. "I almost forgot-"

His head banged against the headboard when he noticed she was opening a lotion bottle. How much torture would he be able to stand? He was taken out of his frustrated musing by a completely new sensation of cool fragrant liquid on his chest. He shivered as her hands smoothed it over the areas she already massaged and followed down. Her fingers danced all over his lower abdomen and his flanks, tickled his belly button and slickly slid along his hip bones to his thighs.

"Mer- Meredith-" he yelped imploringly. She was so close- so close- He bucked up, hoping he would hit- something. His unattended penis would scream if it had a voice. "Please- please-"

"Soon," she promised as she decided to partly grant his wishes and undulated her hips against his straining erection, doubly stimulated by the feel of his moist head and the little beads there were rolling inside her with every movement. She intended to tease him and take him to the brink but she didn't know how long she could persevere herself. She was as aroused as he was, her wetness was trickling down her legs in anticipation for him-

One of her hands still on his thigh she threw the dices once more. He almost cried when they paused on Kiss and Ear.

"Hm, I think it's time for a little cheat," grinning at his frustration. She wasn't happy with the dices either. She turned one of the dices until the upper side showed Oral.

"Oh, thank God!" he all but yelled with relief. "God, I love you, Mer!"

She only giggled and sank onto her stomach between his thighs, Derek watching her avidly. He said he loved her again- Should she say something back? Only what? She didn't love him- But her heart was beating so fast, there was a kind of urge inside her to say something- She couldn't though, she didn't know how to, and it was a really bad time to do it. And she was always more of a doer than a talker- She hoped he grasped the fact that she cared for him deeply doing all of this for him.

She finally enveloped his member with her hot mouth, her lips moving up and down the shaft, her teeth teasing the sensitive skin. She could kiss, nip and lick more but she took pity on him, and herself. There was already enough erotic torture tonight, she now just wanted to give him unrestrained unadulterated pleasure.

An animalistic moan followed every time she took him deep in her throat and given the prolonged foreplay, it didn't take much time and effort on her part to make him cum. He was like a loaded gun and she just needed to pull the trigger. She sucked on his hard cock and watched with hooded eyes as his head went back and his entire body arched up from the bed in a final thrust. He let go, he gave in, he gave himself to her and this time- she was more exhilarated than scared. Although, the fear was still much there.

She licked the juices of his release from his cock, smiling knowingly as it didn't stay flaccid for long. She leaned over his heaving form, his eyes closed, and unlocked the handcuffs rubbing his wrists and bringing them to her lips again. Her fingers reached to comb his unruly hair. She couldn't help beaming as her eyes roved over him adoringly. He looked utterly spent and satisfied-

Which was why she didn't expect what happened next. Faster than she could blink, she found herself on her back with a surprised outcry. Taking advantage of the silent moment after, he pounced at her like a tiger, a boyish mischievous grin on his face. He firmly trapped both of her hands above her head.

"Now who's in for a bit of torture?" he snickered down at her breathlessly, diving his head to kiss and bite at her skin never stopping at one point for long.

"No!" she laughed, pleading with him and trashing under his hard body.

"No?" he chuckled covering her lips with his and tasting himself on her. "You had no mercy for me-"

"Please-" she fluttered her eyelids at him, and they both laughed.

"You were a good tormentor," he murmured heatedly. "So, I'll just make both of us feel good- Open up," he chuckled mimicking her earlier teasing.

She spread her legs for him immediately and weaved them around him, placing her feet on his backside to urge him in.

"Someone's impatient-" he teased rubbing his erection against her folds, they were so ripe and wet, so inviting- It was strange, but he felt as though she was inviting him in, not just accepting him as her lover but asking him to be one.

He penetrated her sweet depths without further ado. He would have his turn to drove spineless lusting mush like she did to him later.

"Derek!" Meredith's fingers clawed in his hair suddenly as she was pushed over the edge. She orgasmed, her walls collapsing around him, and he knew well enough why that was. He felt those two magic balls she teased him all the time press against his member.

He still inside her, not daring to move until she rode out her wave.

"Mer?" he murmured against her temple. "Mer, are you okay?"

"No-" she shook her head frantically. "Not okay- fantastic-" she panted with a satisfied smile. "But you didn't-"

"You were kind of an early ejaculator, Mer," he chuckled and she joined him in giggles.

"Move-" she moaned, relishing the tight fit of him inside her. He was always huge in her but she was now being almost ripped apart, and she loved every minute.

"I'm gonna take them out."

"Do they bother you?" she asked.

"No," he chuckled pushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. "But aren't you uncomfortable with it-?"

"God, no!" she moaned. "Please- Derek?"

"The pleasure is mine," he grinned and started to withdrew and thrust back home, very gently, the scent of their arousal combined with the champagne and strawberry fragrance of the lotion trying to break his resolve. Despite her assurances, he didn't want to hurt her. And a slow pace was more than enough as the little balls rolled and changed position with his every push, additionally massaging his member and her inner muscles.

His eyes locked with hers as he hovered above her, both of their hands intertwined on the bedding on either side of her head, his hips flexing regularly. They usually looked into each other's eyes during sex, but he couldn't shake off the feeling something was different this time. He couldn't tell what. Her eyes seemed different, her eyes looked different, they looked differently at him. He wanted her to look like that at him forever. Like she wanted him, like she trusted him, like she loved him- He might have been imagining things, it could have been a trick of light playing in her green pools of eyes. Or it may have been real. He wasn't going to ponder on this right now.

They moved in an amazing synchrony, meeting each other halfway. They complemented each other like two pieces of jigsaw puzzles. They both had flaws, faults, and quirks, but together they created a complete entity.

"Oh, yes- yes- yes-!" He drank the passion-filled moans that spilled from her lips. They were reciprocated by his own wild roars. He briefly wondered what they would sound like to an innocent person who may have overheard their lovemak- sex, their sexual intercourse, he corrected himself. But it felt so right the way they were doing it now, so staggeringly mind-blowing.

He was beginning to feel really high, every thrust elevating him into a new realm of pleasurable anticipation. The world around him was shaking, or it could have been the bed, they couldn't have been very solid at this motel, in spite of its general decency.

He was starting to see lights and he was sure they did not come from the neon illumination outside. But he wasn't worried, one gaze of his uncoordinated eyes into hers told him he was not experiencing the sensory overload alone.

A mist seemed to shroud her eyes; her lips parted to scream out her exuberant bliss as he led her to fulfillment. Her second release was so earth-shattering her collapsing inn her walls were literally strangling his member. He waited no more, he surrendered himself inside her, losing his mind to the miraculously divine pleasure, ejaculating all he had for what seemed like eternity.

Their bodies meshed into one reeled from the force of everything they just experienced. They couldn't move even if they wanted to yet they were still very much aware of each other. It was like an out of body experience. And they didn't want it to stop. Their bodies were certainly strangely reluctant to recover. Their lungs drew breaths with a frequency of a person who almost suffocated, their limbs were tangled together in a full-body embrace.

"I love you-" he managed to whisper, not even opening his eyes.

Warm tingles went down her spine as he scooted her even closer to him. She gradually felt him go more and more limp against her, his breathing evening out. He was falling asleep.

"I- I-" she stuttered feebly, the images of the day shooting under her eyelids. "I think-" she trailed off, her lips trembling. She couldn't say anything, she didn't know what and how to. "Goodnight, Derek-"