A/N: Okay y'all. I'm not a big smut writer, but this chapter is a full 2700 words dedicated to just that. If you're the type of reader who doesn't like too much of this kind of spice, go ahead and skip to the next chapter. But for the rest of you, the long-awaited moments have arrived...
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"You did what?"
Meredith smirks, sliding the papers across the countertop to Derek, who picks them up to read them.
"You went over my head?" Derek looks up at her in shock, confusion, and a little bit of awe.
"To be fair, Megan is a physical therapist, you are not. She probably knows more about this recovery process than you do."
Derek scoffs, rolling his eyes. "And who exactly took you swimming all those times? Aquatic therapy, remember?"
"Please, you and I both know you got all the exercises and things we did from Megan beforehand. You did not come up with those on your own."
He scoffs again, dropping his gaze because he knows it's the truth. After re-reading the papers for the third time, he sets them down and looks back at his girlfriend. Furrowing his brows, he takes in her heated, smug expression.
She reads his confused look and smiles. "You know what this means, right? I'm cleared, Derek."
"Of course I know what this means," he says, his voice husky. Highly inappropriate ideas and images swirl through his mind. Derek watches as her eyes darken, blood pounding through his body as he feels his boxers tighten. He recognizes that look.
Meredith hums, walking agonizingly slow towards him without breaking eye contact. "Do you? Or do you need me to show you?"
She stops a few feet from him, leaving Derek to push himself off the counter he's leaning heavily against, and moves to her.
Before Meredith knows what's happening, the cool marble countertop is pressing into her back as she leans back, Derek's heated body pressed tightly to hers, his face hovering mere centimeters from her own.
His breathing is heavy and rapid, matching hers. Neither of them dares to move, not wanting to break the spell that seems to have their gazes locked onto one another's.
"How about I show you?" Derek's question comes off as not a question, but a command, and Meredith presses her thighs together, feeling the heat already begin to pool.
Over a week after her first day back at work, this is one of the only times they've both had off together where they weren't catching up on sleep or eating. Meredith had been begging Derek to simply run a few basic checks on her to clear her, but he'd refused. So, she went to Megan.
And Megan cleared her. Meredith had never been happier.
Before she can blink, Derek picks her up, their lips meet, and she grunts as her back hits the wall near them. Meredith wraps her legs around his waist, keeping herself upright as their tongues explore each others mouths.
Desperate, fervent, and passionate, they don't even break for oxygen. That is, until Derek bites her lip a final time, then moves to her jawline.
Meredith tilts her head back, granting him full access to her neck and collarbone. A moan escapes her lips as his tongue darts out, dragging down her neck before his mouth stops to bite her pulse point.
She whimpers as pain mixes with pleasure, the feeling of his teeth breaking her skin making her want more. Her core is hot and wet, and the urge to grind her hips is already overpowering all other logic in her brain.
She needs him inside of her. Now.
Derek pulls away slightly, but before Meredith can protest, he growls, "Bedroom."
Nodding, she tightens her grip around him as he carries her out of the kitchen and into her bedroom on the main floor. The sole reason they're here and not upstairs where they usually sleep is because this one is much closer.
Nerves roll in Meredith's stomach, mixing with her lust. It's been a long time since she's really slept with anyone. Overseas, though she was surrounded constantly by hot men, as a woman in power, sleeping with them was never an option.
Derek lays Meredith on the bed, taking off his shirt and pants in record time before climbing onto the bed as well, where she pulls his face to hers once again. Somewhere in his brain, he decides to keep things simple, not wanting to push her too far too fast so soon after being cleared.
This has happened before. They start off like this, and it always ended in Derek getting mindblowing orgasms from her mouth and hands around his dick-however, that was only since he wasn't allowed to touch her. Now, he was. And he planned on taking full advantage.
"If it hurts at all, ever, say the word and I'll stop. No questions, okay? Your health comes first." Derek drags kisses across her face, stopping momentarily to whisper deeply into her ears.
"Okay," Meredith breathes in response, her senses overloaded with the feeling of his hot body on hers. He bites her earlobe and she moans, feeling his warm hands wander across her body. They slip up her shirt, shamelessly roaming her body, touching her through her bra. Teasing her.
Derek pulls her shirt off, throwing it aside with the rest of his clothes, maneuvering them so he straddles her waist. Her back is flat on the bed, green eyes darkened with lust, staring right back at him.
Except, as soon as he pulls back for a moment to admire her body, starting to trace her midsection with his fingers, she tenses. Derek frowns as her breathing speeds up, but not in a good way.
Meredith's body wants nothing more than to be fucked senseless, but she can't get her scars out of her mind. The memory of the pressure from the shrapnel when it was digging through her body resurfaces, and all she can think about is how ugly she looks.
"Hey, hey," Derek leans forward, placing his hands on either side of her face and resting his forehead on hers. The contact makes her shiver. "It's okay, you're okay."
"Derek...the scars..."
He frowns, whispering. "What about them?"
Meredith draws in a shuddering breath, meeting his gaze. "They don't bother you at all?"
A beat. "Bother me? Why would they bother me?"
"I...I don't know, they're huge and horrible to look at. They're just a reminder of all the pain..."
"They bother you?" His question is not a question at all as the realization dawns on him. Determined to pull her out of this mindset, he sits back, pulling Meredith's body up with him, so they face each other.
"You see pain and ugliness, but I see a hero." Derek cups her face with a hand, caressing her cheek. "I see an incredibly strong, brave woman who has risked her life for others more times than she can count. I see someone who never, ever gives up or stops fighting. These scars may be a reminder of everything that's happened in your life, but they're also proof that you survived. You stubborn, beautiful, amazing woman. You fought your first battles, and you won them all. Now, you won't stop fighting until you win your war."
Meredith swallows thickly, dropping her gaze to look at her own stomach, marred by the raised pink flesh. Emotions clog her lungs and throat, so she stays quiet.
"Let me make love to you, Meredith. Let me worship your gorgeous body the way it deserves to be. I do owe you, after all."
Feelings of insecurity that used to be overpowering are now much smaller, and Meredith marvels in her boyfriend's way with words. She knows that her negative views of her body will probably never go away, yet Derek's presence and emotions help decrease them by tenfold. Still, she shakes her head at his question.
"No. I love you, but I don't want you to make love to me right now." Meredith switches their positions so fast Derek doesn't even realize what happened. "I want you to fuck me."
Derek stares up at her, blonde hair thrown over a shoulder, legs on either side of his body as she sits on top. Meredith is more than aware of his hard length pressing against her pelvis, separated only by a few thin layers of clothing. Heart pounding in anticipation, he takes in her words with a smirk. "Are you really ready for that?"
Agonizingly slow, Meredith drags her mouth and tongue up his body, after starting at his lower abdomen, all the way to his ear, where she growls, "Fuck. Me."
Supporting her back, Derek flips them yet again and doesn't waste any time pulling her pants off her hips. Very aware of her movements and emotions, he takes his time exploring her body, even though the parts he most wants are still covered by her bra and underwear. He runs his thumb over the most pronounced scar on her stomach, the one from the shrapnel. She gasps on instinct and sucks in, away from his touch.
Yet, Derek doesn't stop. He lowers his mouth to the marking, pressing his lips to it in a gentle kiss. Her body is hot underneath him, but before he can do what he really wants, he needs to make her feel as comfortable and confident as possible.
His goal, after all, was to bring as much pleasure-no, more, to her as she did to him over the past few weeks. He continues his touches over all the scars on her body, relishing the way her mood shifts from hesitant at first to now, moaning every time his lips meet her skin.
Finally, he brings his face back up to hers and seals everything in with a deep kiss. She meets him eagerly, and the fire in his stomach grows, sending more blood to his already-throbbing erection. Ignoring the extremely uncomfortable situation between his own legs, he pulls her bra and underwear off without breaking their kiss, leaving her body on full display for him.
"You are so beautiful."
Before Meredith has a chance to overthink anything, he releases her lip, which he was biting.
"I haven't eaten since breakfast. I'm starving," Derek growls, already moving his face down her body.
"Well, just what are you going to do about that?" She replies huskily, arching into his touch.
"I'm going to have a feast."
Meredith cries out in pleasure as, without warning, Derek's hot mouth reaches her pounding, soaked clit. Sparks erupt throughout her entire body, and she makes no effort to hold back the noises that work their way out of her throat. She grinds her hips down, reaching her hands to push Derek's head closer, wanting more friction.
His tongue swirls and he laps around her entrance, teasing.
"Goddamnit, Derek," Meredith growls, trying to pull them closer. That is, until the amazing sensation abruptly stops. She opens her eyes, but before she can protest, Derek clasps her wrists in his hand, forcing her arms back above her head and pressing them against the bed.
"Stay there, or I stop. Don't move."
"Fine!" Meredith cries, desperate for release. "Just please-"
A deep moan cuts off her words as Derek's fingers enter her soaking wet entrance. He moves back down, stimulating her clit with his mouth while shallowly thrusting with only one finger.
Payback for all those times she relentlessly teased him.
Meredith lay writhing on the bed, fighting the overpowering urge to reach her hands down and touch herself, as she had done so many times in the past.
"Beg." Derek's deep voice reaches her ears. "Beg for it."
At this point, Meredith is willing to do anything. She's so close, and frustration is overpowering. "Derek, I need you to fuck me. Right now. Please. Please. I need you."
Laughing without moving his mouth from her clit sends jolts of electricity through Meredith, causing her to cry out. Finally, he adds another finger and thrusts harder. Meredith's back arches off her bed, hips grinding hard onto his face and hand.
The warmth starts low in her abdomen, a coil in her stomach growing tighter and tighter as sweat breaks out and they break into a rhythm. Then, at the same time his fingers hit her perfect spot, he bites.
Meredith's impending orgasm rips through her body, every one of her muscles tensing as she clenches as hard as she can to the pillow above her head. Derek feels her walls tighten around his hand, but he continues to move inside of her, milking the climax for all that it's worth. Her juices flow freely, and he laps them up like a starving animal, relishing the sweet taste.
Her noises fill the bedroom, and when Meredith finally comes back down, her vision is hazy and her mind cluttered with fog as she tries to catch her breath. However, she doesn't miss the sight of Derek withdrawing his digits and licking them clean ever so slowly.
Derek himself is so hard that it's physically painful for him to watch her come. He can feel the precum dripping onto the fabric of his boxers, which he is about ready to tear off his body.
"Are you okay?" He asks, meeting her gaze.
"Perfect," she smiles in response, her gaze traveling down his body to his crotch. A smirk lifts the corner of her mouth. "How about we do something about that?"
She reaches down and tugs the boxers off his body, allowing his dick to bob free. Derek reaches over to the bedside table, tugging open a drawer and grabbing a condom. He swiftly rolls it on before returning his attention to his girlfriend, who was clearly ready for more. Just the sight of him naked made her hot and wet yet again.
He moves on top of her again, teasing her soaking wet entrance with his hand as he lines up his hips with hers. Even though Meredith just orgasmed, she needs to release once more.
Derek moves his hands back up, playing with her nipples, which are hard enough to cut diamond. He drags the tip of his dick over her, slipping in the tip just the slightest bit.
She groans in frustration, a stark contrast to the sounds that were coming from her not a second ago. In a fast move, Meredith rolls her hips upward, shoving his cock deep into her. Both of them moan loudly at the sensation.
Meredith's walls are warm and tight around Derek, and he can feel he's not far from blowing his load. The tingling at the base of his spine grows stronger, and after giving her a moment to adjust to his size, he pulls out, only to thrust back in.
Derek and Meredith's sounds bounce off the wall, both grinding harder against the other as they build a rhythm once more. Derek moves his mouth to one nipple while a hand cares for the other, sucking it lightly.
Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin so hard they probably draw blood. Using his other free hand, he reaches down to flick her clit again, and just like that, Meredith's second orgasm overcomes her, at the same time Derek finds his release.
They come together, loudly, and more powerfully than ever before. Meredith sees stars, her back arching into Derek as his responses only fuel her climax more.
When she comes down, she's completely breathless, and he follows soon after. Still inside of her, he rolls them to the side, wrapping his body tightly around hers. Both of them are covered in sweat and cum, but neither care.
No words need to be said.
That was the best sex they'd ever had.
Eventually, Derek pulls out and discards his condom before wetting a warm cloth in the bathroom to clean her up with. They change the sheets on the bed, and sink back in together, falling asleep in the comfort of the other's arms.