Chapter 25: A Better Future

How does one forget and move past all the negative and shameful events? How does one forgive someone they thought they loved? How does one start over, washing away their wounds that can never heal? Meredith always asked herself these questions during those sleepless nights in their bed, Derek's arms wrapped around her. His hot breath tingled down her spine as she tried to come up with answers that could satisfy her growing concern over the future. Their future, involving one man that had changed her life. She could count all the ways he had done so, some sappy and far from her normal behavior. Some true from her heart, while some exaggerated just for a little laugh.

All in all, things had changed.

"You have too much crap Mer. I think we need to get rid of some of your things before our place gets too crowded." Derek sighed, dropping a box in the vacant corner of their house.

Their house. It was still very new to her. Over a year ago they were crammed in her hospital bed while he tried to force feed her mashed up baby food. It was over a year ago her apartment was broken into and she was near the close edge of depression. A year ago, Derek made a decision and built a house. A year ago, Aaron moved to LA to pursue his dream in the arts. A year ago, she testified in a roomful of jury's watching her every move as she retold her dreadful past, where she was in a room with Parker, where Derek sat on her side of the room and supported her. A year ago, she packed up her stuff and moved into his trailer, the advantage of having her sex buddy with her twenty-four seven. The disadvantage being the loud noise of workers creating their new home. A year ago, she had met his family.

Six months ago, her mother died, a phone call coming from Ellis Grey's other family consisting of two daughters and a husband. Six months ago, she found her father.

Six months ago, Aaron announced he was engaged to a woman they had never met or even heard of.

Five months ago, she and Derek broke up.

Four months and twenty-nine days ago they got back together.

Today she was moving in her new house.

"It's not crap." She defended. "It's my stuff."

"Well, your stuff is crap Mer." Walking over towards her and pulling her into a hug. "Crap that I had to carry in while you sat here looking all pretty and useless." He groaned kissing her temple.

"Just saving energy doctor. I assume you want to be rewarded for all your hard work later tonight." She giggled.

Derek chuckled. "That does sound very nice. Does it involve the Jime?" he asked, hope twinkling in his eyes.

"Better."

"What's better then the Jime?"

"Jime and Nikki." She answered, her hand making it's way over to his ass, pinching his cheeks lightly from behind. "Together." She whispered in his ear. "At the same time."

"Oh God, you're killing me." He moaned against her, his erection pressing on her stomach. "Boxes later…sex now." He growled, his hand working up her shirt playing with one of her nipples.

Pushing him away she couldn't help but let out a laugh, watching his disappointment evident on his face. She loved teasing him, although his frustration would lead to some bruises over some hardcore sex, she didn't mind. She did not mind at all.

"Five." She insisted. "There are just five more boxes in the car and then we'll have sex."

Mumbling he moved himself out of the house ready to retrieve the other boxes.

"What in the name is in these boxes. I would think you were some kind of mass murderer keeping chopped bodies inside of these things." Placing them on the tabletop. "Hope you're not keeping something from me Mer." He teased.

"Oh, then would you be happy if I told you I have a secret fuck buddy when you're at work?" she replied, seriously trying to hold back her smile.

"That was mean."

"Aw, poor baby."

"That was just horrible. You…that was a stab in my heart." He murmured, placing a hand over his chest for effect.

Leaning towards him she quickly kissed him on the lips. "Sorry Der. I swear, no other men except you."

"Good."

"But maybe John…for occasional nights when you're not here. Every other night is your cock and your cock alone." She stated with a grand nod.

"John cannot satisfy you in ways that I can. I have technique." Derek smiled, his hand traveling down her stomach as his hand hovered over her crotch, covered by the thin material of her sweatpants. "I have ways of making you scream my name until your voice is hoarse and your body is limp." He whispered, rubbing her slowly.

"Der…" she moaned nearly falling against him, her knees shaking.

"John probably doesn't work anymore."

"Why?" Meredith asked looking up at him, her hands clutching on his shirt, wet from his perspiration over the hours of ungodly loading and unloading of the car.

"I might have taken out the batteries."

"Derek Christopher Shepherd!"

"Having sex with a stick is just weird Mer. It was okay when I got to watch you and then have my turn, but having to just lay next to you while you make yourself cum is a big hit to the ego. John cannot perform. I guess you have to settle for little ol' me Mer."

"I guess."

"Wow, thanks. That felt good." Rolling his eyes as he pulled her pants down taking her underwear with it.

"Wait, you haven't finished with the boxes yet." She fought, trying to move away only to have him insert a finger inside her wet opening, ready for him to penetrate deep within.

"Screw the boxes. I want to screw you."

"Oh how romantic. I just love being referred to as hardware."

"Sarcasm," he groaned, removing his finger from her and picking her up, "not the time. Not the time at all."

"Sex time?" she giggled as they nearly fell to the ground, refuge found from the wooden banister leading to the second floor where their room was located.

"No."

"No?"

"Love time." He groaned, pulling down his pants wasting no time and thrusting into her. Her body up against the wall of their room as he gained momentum, his length slick from her lubricated walls and his pre cum.

"Oh Der!" she moaned tugging on his curls. "Fuck."

"Yes." He hissed, finding her lips as he quickly let his tongue connect with hers. "Damn, oh."

"Harder." She begged, her legs slowly sliding down from his waist and onto the floor. "Slippery." She gasped.

"Very." Picking up one of her legs and placing it around him as he felt himself close to the edge. "Come Mer." He urged.

"More." She begged.

"More."

"Fuck yes. Oh…shit!" she screamed. "Der…"

"Meredith. Love…my…Mer, pussy." He gasped, picking up pace, banging harder.

"Fuck! Derek-"

"Cum Mer!" he ordered hoping she would orgasm before he came. That would be bad. He needed her to come now. "So wet, inside you. You want me?"

"Yes!"

"Hm, like this. Harder?"

"Hard…cock…fuck me!" she screamed, slowly into a whimper as she felt herself come close to the edge. "I'm coming…oh I'm-"

"Cum."

"Derek!" she cried out, shaking against him as she felt her wall tighten bringing Derek over the edge, filling her with himself.

"Oh wow." She gasped, resting her head on his shoulder, both falling to the ground.

"Amazing."

"Just…wow." She giggled, moving her head close enough to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Onto a better future.