Chapter 46: Phone Sex

Derek huffed drowsily, he was crossing the border between sleep and wakefulness. Actually, something was eagerly helping him to do that. As his eyes lazily fluttered open, barely distinguishing his surroundings in the obscurity of the on-call room, he felt movement in his nether regions. He blinked; something… something was rubbing against his crotch making little Derek quite excited. With a confused frown he looked down his body to see a person with a mane of long blond locks hovering over his middle. She scooted slightly and as her hair swayed, a delicate yet so easily recognizable scent wafted to his nostrils.

"M- Mer?" he stuttered disbelievingly. How could this be? She was thousands of miles away from him.

A giggle reached his ears, her warm giggle. "Meredith!" he exclaimed and wanted to sit up but she put a restraining hand on his abdomen. Her eyes were twinkling merrily at him in the semi-darkness. "What… what are you doing here? I…"

"I love you, Derek," she whispered sensually while her fingers fumbled with the cord of his scrub pants. "You're the love of my life. I can't live without you. I've been dying with longing ever since you left. So I'm here. With you."

"But it's… it's big for you… it's…" he started to mumble.

"Shhh," she put her finger to his lips. "I know, it's New York. But it doesn't affect me one bit. That guy? I don't care anymore, he's nothing to me, not even a blip on my radar. Everything pales in comparison to what I feel for you. It's stronger than anything I've ever known."

"Mer…" he panted as she started to rub his thigh slowly. This was his dream come true.

"I will never leave you, Derek," she shook her head. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. you're so amazing, Derek. So patient with me, so funny, so hot…" she said prolonging the last word. She finally reached her destination making him buckle upwards to increase the friction against her hand. "And you're sooo big, the biggest…" She licked her lips and he almost combusted from the desire that overtook his body. He didn't try to call her for the third time the previous day as she sent him a short text telling she was having dinner with Cristina, Owen and Helen. And frankly, he wouldn't have called even if she hadn't. He was still mad at her for blowing him off, twice.

And now she was here… how was that possible? He didn't have time to ponder on this issue as his erection was reminding of itself more and more prominently, and painfully. She slipped her hand into the front of his pants and his head went back in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to experience but… the sound of his phone filled the on-call room.

Meredith frowned and paused on her task. "It might be important," she said dismounting him.

"No, no, no…" he mumbled and rolled to his side reaching out for her. He lost the balance and fell to the floor on his face with a pained grunt.

He shook his head quickly, the phone kept ringing. He glanced around dazedly, he was alone in the on-call room. He decided to take a nap here last night and didn't even get home.

Derek took himself off the floor, his face winced in pain as he massaged his nose. It was soon forgotten as his stiff groin throbbed in slight pain. It was not only his face he fell on…

He finally grabbed the phone from the bedside table. Someone was really determined to talk to him. His facial expression hardened as he looked at the screen. It was Meredith.


"Morning, Der," Meredith chirped into her cell over the leftovers she had taken from Cristina's last night.

"Meredith, what's going on?" he asked, his voice short.

"All's good," she shrugged.

"Good, I'm a little busy right now. Bye."

"Busy with what?" she chuckled picking up his disgruntled mood. "You sound like you've just woken up."

"I have a department meeting in an hour," he sighed tiredly.

"You can have an orgasm by then," she said coyly.

"You didn't have time yesterday. Sorry, but I don't have it today."

"Seriously? Don't act like a five-year-old," she laughed.

"I'm busy, Mer. I'll call you when I have time."

"Huh," she snorted amusedly putting away her phone.

"What's up?" Helen eyed her curiously as she entered the kitchen, still in a bathrobe.

"Derek thinks I'm withholding phone sex from him as a form of amusement," Meredith snickered.

"Are you?"

"No, he's being silly and a typical guy," she rolled her eyes. She sat upright as an idea hit her, making her grin wickedly as she grabbed her cell back. "Now I'm gonna amuse myself."


"Thank you for coming, everyone," Derek nodded looking around the conference room full of his subordinates. "I just want to address a few words to you, it won't take long. First, I'd like to thank all of you for stepping up to the challenge. I was supposed to be gone a week, I was absent for two months. I'm aware it put a lot of strain on you all, and I'm sorry for that." He made a small pause as the phone he had muted vibrated in his pocket announcing the arrival of a new message. He flicked it open automatically. He blinked with bewilderment as he read Meredith's text. What r u wearing?

He stared at it briefly but quickly shook himself out of it. It was not the time to question Meredith's motives for sending that cheeky text. However, even before he made a move to slide his phone back to his lab coat pocket, it once again vibrated as a sign of incoming message. I'm naked. On our bed. Thinking about you.

He swallowed hard, a shiver passing down his spine. Another text arrived immediately. Guess where my hand is…

He felt his face heat up and he almost dropped the phone on the floor missing his pocket. He cleared his throat and tried to banish the image of Meredith sprawled on the bed from his mind, everyone was looking at him expectantly. Why was she teasing him? He was enlightened when his eyes swept the room. Of course, he himself told her he had a department meeting in schedule.

"So… I'm afraid that my return will relieve your current workload only partially…" he went on until the cell phone jumped against his hip again. He pretended to be checking something in the file before him as he led a battle with himself. He should ignore it… just ignore it. But he couldn't. He could only think what she wrote next, how she chose to tease him. "Excuse me for a minute," he muttered apologetically. "Urgent message."

As it turned out, Meredith didn't write anything. On the other hand, she showed a lot. His eyes bulged out as a picture of her shoulder flashed on his screen, her nipple teasingly at the edge of the photo. Another part of his anatomy threatened to bulge out soon as well. As a precaution, he stepped behind a chair not to humiliate himself in front of his own employees. But he still couldn't put away his phone. It was like an addiction, being close to her in any way possible.

Disregarding the dryness in his throat he tried to go on. "As some of you know already, a clinical trial is going to… to absorb a lot of my attention the next few months so there's only so much time I can spend in the OR…" He paused, the phone vibrating in his fingers.

"That is…" he tried to keep his focus as his trail of thought was besieged with his lust and curiosity. What did she send him now? "That is one of the reasons why I am going to choose a person…" He gave in all resistance and opened the message, which was a very graphic answer to Meredith's earlier question about the current location of her hand. He coughed to cover his awkwardness and pressed himself to the chair. He couldn't wait when the meeting was over. Unfortunately, Meredith's messages weren't helping.

"To become the head when you take over as the chief?" asked someone at the back of the room, startling him down to earth.

"When… I'm not available to perform the head's obligations," he answered evasively, taking a deep breath. He owed his career to his hospital, he felt at least obliged to groom his successor so he could move on with his life in Nevada. "That's… that's all for now. I'll keep you posted," he finished, concluding the meeting. He sat down waiting for everybody to clear out and was just to choose Meredith's number. Before he had time to do that, he received her final message. Pity you didn't make it. Maybe next time.


By the time he got home in the evening, Derek was completely cool about the whole incident. Moreover, he was quite amused with Meredith's stunt. It was the essence of her character, funny, teasing and sexy. He was glad she was doing so well, their initial conversations after his return to New York seemed a bit subdued. Usually, they were explosive together and while they were now thousands of miles apart, they were still too quiet for his liking.

Derek let the towel he was drying himself with fall to the floor and lied back on his bed, a smirk on his face as he chose Meredith's number. If she didn't answer, he was getting on the first flight to Vegas next morning to ravish her in person.

"Well, well, look who's calling me again," Meredith's coy voice sent a wave of warmth through his body like mulled wine on a cold winter day.

"I don't think you're going to get lots of presents this Christmas, Mer," he said back.

"Oh, why is that?"

"You know why…"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently.

"Someone told me you've been a bad girl, Meredith," he shook his head, his fingers lazily brushing the trail of hair on his lower abdomen. "Very bad."

"Who? Who told you that?" she let out a scandalized gasp.

"Big Derek, he's very reliable," he murmured.

"Hmm, nope. Never heard of him. I know Little Derek for a fact…"

"Tease," he hissed. "You're so lucky I'm not there with you right now."

"Oh, yeah?" she snorted. "What would you do if you were?"

"You really want to know?" he teased.

"Yes…"

"You want me to tell you?"

"I told you I did…"

"Alright then, but there's a condition," he chuckled. "You need to be naked."

"Is that so? I'll let you know it's not a problem…" she sighed gently and he could hear a rustling of material. "I just need to… undo one button of that shirt of yours I nicked when you were packing."

"Helen in the house?"

"She's at Cristina's tonight."

"Good, you can scream all you want."

"Really?" she giggled, lying back on the bed, excited but slightly wary at the same time. "You think I'll need to scream?"

"I always make you scream," he announced proudly.

"You're not here…" she reminded him.

"But I am," he whispered nesting his head into the pillow, his eyelids dropping down dreamily. "Close your eyes."

She obeyed his request, wishing more than anything that he was right there with her.

"I'm with you," he went on hotly. "Kissing you, pressing you to the bed…"

"Hey!" she interrupted him indignantly. "What if I want to be on top?"

"You don't get to be on top, you were naughty," he replied cheekily. "I might let you next time if you behave."

"But-"

"Shut up," he ordered her gently. "Where was I? Ah, yes… I was kissing you, your neck… You have that sensitive spot on the right side of your neck, you know which one… Touch it… remember what my lips felt like there…?"

She brought her fingertips onto the responsive stretch of skin on her neck and let out a soft sigh.

"I'm moving on now to your collarbone… and lower… lower…" Derek's voice was barely more than a growl as he imagined himself pleasuring Meredith's delectable body. "My tongue is on your breast, and my hand… I love your breasts, you know… so perfect when I touch them, squeeze them, pinch those puckered buds that show how much you like what I'm doing to you…"

"I like what you're doing to me…" she moaned as she palmed her mounds trying to mimic the way Derek used to caress her. She turned her head to one side to hold the phone close to her ear when she moved both of her hands to strengthen the experience. Nothing would compensate for the absence of his body next to hers.

"Are you following me?" he asked, his voice strained his hand moved over his erection, pretending he was grinding against her leg, so close to her opening.

She released a quiet moan in response, ready to hear more.

"I'm kissing my way your abdomen, dip my tongue to tease you belly button…" he whispered. "I can smell your arousal, I know already you're more than ready for me…"

"You know why?" she panted out biting on her lower lip. She decided she needed to be more proactive, so far Derek was doing most of the work. "Because I can feel how hard you are… As soon as I know you're hard, I keep imagining you inside me… Are you hard now, Derek?"

"You know I am," he panted out, his grip tightening over his erect penis.

"Good… you're so big and hard when I wrap my fingers around you… You're impatient, pushing into my hand but I'm just teasing you…"

"You are…" he groaned.

"I'm just rubbing your head against my clit…" Meredith breathed out, her body covering in a thin sheen of sweat.

"You're so wet… tell me, Mer…" he begged her, he needed to hear those little sexy sounds of hers. His own hand would do the job but it wouldn't satiate the longing for her.

"Yes… yes… I am…" she rasped out, her finger sinking into her slick folds, finding the little nub and teasing it, all the time all the time craving her lover's touch on her. "I need you, Derek, so damn much…"

"You have me…" he grunted as he pumped his erection. "You can feel me entering you, can't you? Stretching you… You're so tight, so good…"

"Oh, God, yes…" she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. She slid her fingers inside the furthest she could curling them inside. It was nothing compared to Derek's ministrations on her body but it would have to suffice, it would have to get her through whatever time elapsed until his return.

"Faster, Meredith…" he urged her on, working on himself more intensively. "Let me hear you come, Mer, please…"

"I…" she trailed off, moving her fingers faster and rubbing the engorged clit desperately, picturing Derek hovering above her, skin on skin. Finally a softest wave of pleasure crashed over her, eliciting an outcry from her throat. As soon as it reached his ears, Derek let himself release into his hand with a groan.

They waited a couple of minutes in still silence, waiting for their breathing to become regular again.

"It… wasn't bad," he said finally. Certainly better than doing it alone.

"It wasn't," she agreed, pulling the duvet around her sweaty form. Now she knew what was lacking the most starkly, not even Derek's big penis but his embrace, the way only he could hold her, like he wanted to protect her from the entire world. "But I… miss you."

"I miss you too," he confirmed and chuckled, "You think we should upgrade to a video call next time?"

"Really? Is this all that you think about?" she giggled.

"No, not all. I also think about how much better it will feel when we're back together…"

She laughed out loud at the hint of longing in his voice but she knew he was right. Only, when would that be?