A/N: Sooo, I see you all like the spice. I can't say I'm surprised- this is Wattpad after all. And since you (very heavily) requested more, I knew exactly what I needed to do... Enjoy!
"So break the rules."
Derek's breath hitches and the pounding between his legs becomes more prevalent. It takes every ounce of strength he has to ignore his deepest burning desire and instead say, "Meredith, I can't. You know I can't."
She narrows her eyes at him. This was not the response she was hoping for. Thinking for a long moment, she finally smiles, evilly making eye contact with him as she gently runs her hands over his stomach, stopping just above his groin. Derek groans, shifting under her touch.
"Fine. If you won't break the rules, I will." Meredith moves to his waist, tugging at his pants and boxers.
"Meredith!" Derek hisses.
"Just because you can't fuck me, doesn't mean I can't fuck you. Take your pants off."
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, his pants and boxers are thrown on the floor, leaving him sitting below Meredith as her gaze falls to his throbbing cock.
"You can look, but you can't touch." Meredith orders, lowering herself to below his waist. Her heart thuds with excitement, and her core begins to burn with need at the simple sight of him.
Meredith begins to kiss around his red, pulsing organ, the light touches of her lips surround the area where she knows he wants it the most. If she must remain unsatisfied, she's going to tease him first; make this as torturous as possible.
She feels the muscles in his thighs begin to clench as Derek gasps, breathing heavily. She moves lower to kiss and nip the base of his erection and his balls. Derek releases a throaty, strangled groan.
Using only the very tip of her tongue, Meredith slowly drags a featherlight touch from the very bottom to the very top of his length, making eye contact with him the entire time.
Derek's gaze has glazed over, becoming heated and wild with need. His hips move up under her, but she shoves them back down, holding him firmly in place with her hands. He's pinned against the bed.
"Fuck, Meredith," he manages as a few drops of precum appear on the tip of his cock.
She licks again, the same motion but in a different spot, and Derek mutters tons of incoherent words, then demands heavily, "Stop teasing me."
Meredith hums, knowing the vibrations will travel through his body, letting him have a taste of what's to come.
"Meredith! Please!"
"What was that?" She asks again, now moving her hands around his cock, gripping it as Derek whithers below her.
"Please- just- I want to feel you- please-"
Meredith chuckles against him, and he moans loudly at the sensation. At that moment, she decides she loves hearing him beg.
Overly frustrated, Derek moves one of his hands down to do it himself, but Meredith smacks it away instantly. "I said no touching."
"Goddamnit!"
Moving her hand that holds him, she eases into the pleasure, clutching tightly as she pumps his length. Loud, indescribable noises of pleasure come from Derek as he fists the bedsheets, taking every bit of self-control not to move his hands.
His climax builds quickly, simply at the feeling of Meredith's hands, and he arches his back, just about to-
It stops. Meredith's hands are gone. Frenzied emotions play through him, and he's incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
"No- Mer- I was about to- please, Meredith. Please. I need you."
Meredith smirks at his words, taking note of how his eyes remain tightly closed. She can feel his heart pounding from her position. Without warning, she closes her eyes and takes him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head and sucking.
Grunting, Derek's body moves on its own, thrusting up into her mouth. Quick and shallow at first, then she takes him deeper, hitting the back of her throat. His movements pick up rhythm and speed, and she moves her tongue and sucks, corresponding with his strokes.
It doesn't take long for Derek to chant her name over and over again.
"Meredith, Mer, I-I'm about to..."
Meredith tightens her grip, holding his legs and hips in place with her hands as his orgasm hits him with full force.
He releases a loud, throaty groan as his entire body shudders. She keeps her mouth where it is, milking out every ounce of pleasure she can. His cock spasms inside her mouth as he releases and she swallows his essence. A delightful mix of sweet and salty.
As his body relaxes, he sucks air in heavily, trying to catch his breath. A lazy smile spreads across Derek's face, and Meredith moves back up to kiss him on the lips.
He says nothing, his brain too foggy and spinning with the sheer strength of his high. He's never had an orgasm like that before. Derek lays there, feeling Meredith's warm body next to him in a haze, unable to think about anything but the feeling of her body on his.
Meredith grunts, uncomfortable at the rampant throbbing between her own legs. She can feel her wetness soaking her underwear. Her body desires one thing, and one thing only; the only thing she can't have.
The fact is: she can't really bend at the waist. Her hips are the only remaining part of her body that gives her a lot of trouble. And any touching of or around her sex would surely make her hips move on their own, thus causing horrible pain, and possibly even damaging her spine.
She has no choice. She has to make it through the next week or two of physical therapy before her final post-op check. Only then will she get to experience what she knows will be heaven on Earth.
While bringing Derek that kind of pleasure had temporarily made Meredith forget about her problem, she's wet and hot now, desperate for any kind of attention that she can't have.
And yet, she doesn't regret a single thing she's just done. Not one bit.
"This is such bullshit." Derek's voice, hoarse, breaks the silence.
"Yeah, I know."
"You just- you made me feel that good, and I can't fucking return the favor." Almost angry, Derek turns on his side to face Meredith.
She laughs out loud at his remark, feeling tight pressure instead of pain at her midsection as she does so now. "We're not keeping track of how many sexual favors we owe each other."
"And why not? I get the feeling this won't be the last time something like this happens over the next week." Derek raises a cocky eyebrow.
Meredith reddens slightly. "No, it certainly won't."
"So, we keep track. As soon as you're cleared, I promise you that for every one time you do this to me-" Derek rolls his body so close to her that their foreheads touch, lips hovering just above each other, "-I'll make you come twice as much and twice as hard."
Meredith's breath hitches as she stares into Derek's eyes. Crystal clear blue, not a single hint of teasing or deception.
"Confident now, are we?" Meredith whispers back, unable to keep her voice above a low, husky whisper.
"Very."
Derek closes the little space that remains between them and their lips meet softly, Derek can still taste himself in her mouth as their tongues meet.
This is not helping Meredith's problem. But that doesn't stop them.
They pull back when oxygen becomes a necessity, both panting. Derek rolls back onto his back, and they lay together, naked and half-naked in the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Meredith tilts her head to look at him. "I'm gonna hold you to that promise, you know."
"I would expect nothing less."
Torture.
If one word could be used to describe the seven days following the shooting, it would be torture.
Trapped alone in their house together where whenever they're in the same room, the sexual tension is thick in the air- it's torture.
Though, Bella is grateful for the multiple long walks she gets each day when either Meredith or Derek knows they have to get away because they can't see the other without jumping them immediately.
Meredith spends her days upping her physical therapy again, working herself harder to get better faster. Megan happily meets Meredith at the pool, as she also has the week off.
With the proper motivation, Meredith is willing to see Megan and put herself through hell to get the one thing she wants the most. The cold water and time alone with someone who does the opposite of turn Meredith on has done some good.
She has been spending a lot of time at Seattle Presbyterian, or with her friends.
The shooting was horrible for everyone. Even though Alex woke up three days after his surgery, he's out of work for months. He's grumpy and pissed at everyone all the time, which is the usual. But it's still a hard pill to swallow.
But Teddy has been unusually absent, and it concerns Meredith to the point where she shows up on Teddy's apartment doorstep on the last day the doctors all have off, knocking incessantly.
The door is drawn open slightly, but instead of seeing the blonde figure of her friend, Meredith is faced with a redhead man.
"Colonel?" He says, at the same time Meredith says, "Hunt?"
Owen opens the door a little more, revealing his full figure, but not enough that Meredith can see inside.
"I'm here for Teddy." Meredith pulls herself to her full height, sensing the protectiveness in Owen's posture. She hopes that some of his old military habits will come back to him and allow her inside simply because she outranks him.
Owen sighs, opening the door wide and beckoning her inside. Meredith takes in the pristine, prim, place, noting that Teddy isn't anywhere in the main area, and there's not a speck of dirt to be found. Most likely a stress-induced thing Owen's being doing because Teddy would certainly not keep her place this clean.
"She's in her room. Hasn't come out in days. She barely talks to me, and I have to force her to eat and drink." Owen runs a hand through his hair stressfully and Meredith takes a closer look at his face, seeing the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and the tightness in his features.
"I'll talk to her." Meredith nods, slipping off her shoes and dropping her purse and jacket before slipping into the master bedroom, shutting the door, and Owen, softly behind her.
Teddy is laying under the covers of her bed, blinds shut. The major barely reacts to Meredith's entrance. Meredith moves to the side of the bed, crouching to meet Teddy's blank gaze.
"Die, are you in there? It's me."
A blink.
"I've been worrying about you. It seems your boyfriend out there is pretty worried too. What's going on?"
Silence.
"You can talk to me. We've been through everything together, nothing you might have done or thought will come as a surprise. I won't get mad."
Nothing.
Meredith sharpens her tone and stands, placing her hands on her hips. Teddy's gaze follows her, and Meredith smiles slightly. That's a good sign.
"We're sisters, Theodora. No bullet, no bomb, and no demon from hell will ever break our bond. Talk to me."
Teddy's breathing picks up noticeably at the sound of her full name. Another good sign. Finally, Meredith steps back, straightening her posture to attention. With a deep breath, she summons the loud, angry, barking voice she hasn't used since she was in Iraq.
"Major Altman, get your ass out of that bed right fucking now or I'll drag you out by your hair and make you change bedpans for the next ten fucking years!"
And that does it. Teddy jerks to the present, moving so fast she falls out of the bed with a hard thud. She scrambles to her feet, panting, standing at attention facing Meredith. Salute and everything.
Meredith laughs loudly. Old habits never die. "At ease."
Teddy relaxes, slowly, still breathing hard and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
"It's me, Die. You okay?" Meredith stays where she is, but brings her voice back down to a normal level.
"Meredith?" Teddy's brow furrows deeply in confusion. "What the fuck?"
Quickly, Meredith relays to her friend everything Owen had just told her and defends her own last resort actions.
"You're such an asshole," Teddy says softly, trying and failing to hold back a smile as she sits back down on the bed. Meredith joins her shortly after.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Meredith shrugs. "Now, care to tell me what's happening in that head of yours?"
Teddy sighs deeply. "I...I don't know. The last thing I really remember is staying at Seattle Pres for days to help with the overflow, then finally coming home after Alex woke up and was stable...I think that's when everything hit me. I don't know why I'm like this, though."
"PTSD is my guess," Meredith whispers. "I haven't been sleeping. I made it through the first night but now I never get more than three or four hours at a time before a dream wakes me up. Most of the time I can stay quiet enough to not wake Derek, but I can already feel the toll it's taking on me."
Meredith sharing her own struggle post-shooting will hopefully make Teddy feel better about sharing hers. Teddy leans into her, and they wrap their arms around each other.
"I swear, I just relived every horrible thing we saw overseas. I don't even know what day it is." Teddy murmurs.
"You're supposed to be back at work tomorrow. Take another few days off."
"I think I will. That shooting it just...hearing the gunshots that close, seeing the bodies..."
Meredith closes her eyes, fighting off the horrible images flashing through her mind, triggered by Teddy's words. "I know. I know."
"Did you look at the brochure I gave you?"
Meredith bites her lip, hard. She had...at night when she can't sleep, she reads through all the information on the damn slip of paper. "Yeah."
"Have you decided to go?"
"I should. I-I know I should, but..."
"Going to therapy feels like admitting defeat? Like you were too weak to help yourself?"
Meredith laughs once, humorlessly. "Yeah, that's exactly it."
Teddy sits up, and the two women face each other. Dropping her gaze, Teddy hunches over, guilt radiating off of her in strong waves. "I didn't want to go, either. But something happened that...I knew I had to. I didn't have a choice."
Teddy presses her lips together, unable to meet Meredith's gaze. "I...I strangled Owen."
It takes every bit of self-control Meredith has to not react to those words.
"One night, we were sleeping in his apartment. He was sound asleep but I couldn't...I laid there, staring at the ceiling fan spinning. The wings- they looked like...like..."
"Chopper blades." Meredith finishes softly, and Teddy nods.
"It triggered me. It was horrible. I thought Owen was attacking me. I didn't recognize him, he was just...trying to hurt me. I thought I had to fight him off to save my life.
"I only snapped out of it when he knocked the goddamn lamp off the table and it shattered on the floor. He had bruises on his neck for two weeks after."
Teddy wipes furiously at her eyes, struggling to keep tears at bay. Meredith is in shock but keeps her features carefully composed.
"But he stayed?"
"He caught his breath and we both realized what happened. The first thing he did was...well, he fucking hugged me. Forgave me. Told me over and over again that it was okay. And that's when I knew. I couldn't risk anything like that happening ever again. I don't deserve his forgiveness, and I would never forgive myself if- I still haven't. I went to my first session two days after."
Meredith's heart thuds in her chest. Nearly every night after Derek falls asleep she turns off the fan above their bed that he always leaves on. One of her first nights at the house, she'd been triggered by the exact same thing.
"The group meets tomorrow..." Meredith whispers.
Teddy doesn't say anything, just looks at her. Neither of them breaks the gaze, exchanging thousands of words with just one look.
A/N: This may have not been exactly what you were expecting- but don't you worry. There's much more spice where that came from. Let's see how well Derek holds up on his promise, shall we?