Chapter 43: Sixty-Nine

"What are you doing?"

Meredith asked curiously as Derek pushed her off of him and pressed her gently down on the bed.

"You have been pleasing me beyond belief for the last few weeks… now it's my turn to please you."

Meredith watched him curiously as he slipped his shirt over his head and dropped his pants shortly after that. He crawled over her stretched out legs in his thin red boxers till he was straddling his body over her thighs. He was careful as he pulled the tight elastic of her maternity pants down her large baby bump and slid them off her legs and tossed them on top of his own discarded clothing.

He turned back to Meredith and couldn't help but grin at her panties. He'd heard horror stories of when women got pregnant and switched to granny underwear, but not Meredith. Her tiny pink thong laid low and barely covered anything, making it a complete turn on.

Derek's eyes darkened as he slid his finger on each side of her thong and pulled them slowly down, tossing them over his shoulder and evoking a small giggle from Meredith.

He took his time as he kissed up her leg, moving past his target to her large round belly and moving her shirt up and over her head. His lips met hers again and she opened her mouth to let his tongue dive deep inside. When she was sufficiently breathless, he moved his tongue slowly down her neck, lingering on the enticing curve of her collar bone.

He nibbled and licked the sexy bone as his hand carefully slid up her smooth leg, not stopping as it teased her thigh and moved to her center, finding it already wet. Meredith moaned as he slipped two fingers easily into explore her. His lips moved further down at the same time his fingers worked their magic.

Meredith grabbed Derek's head, a fistful of dark locks in each hand as she pulled his face to her breasts. Her bra was easily slid away as Derek took a hard nipple in his mouth, teasing and sucking with his lips and tongue. Just when Meredith thought she could take no more, he released her and moved to her other breast, repeating the process.

Derek continued the rhythm with his fingers until Meredith was moving her hips around desperately and pleading with her eyes.

"Der…" She begged, her voice coming out as a low moan.

Enjoying the pleasure Meredith was feeling, he trailed his kisses further down, passing her large belly and situating himself between her legs. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and went to work sucking and plunging his tongue deep inside her, relishing the way her hips met his face in frantic jerks.

Her back arched as she called out as she could take the sensation no longer and her muscles contracted, her delicious warm wetness increasing, causing Derek to moan himself.

When her shuddering stopped, Derek continued to gently kiss and lick, spending time outside and exploring her folds gently with his tongue. He found the swollen target again and with careful soft bites and pressure, sent her into another round of pleasurable gasps and satisfying spasms.

Derek continued, finding new tricks and spots until Meredith thought she'd pass out. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her skin glistened from post orgasm sweat. She pulled Derek back up to meet her lips and kissed him long and hard, still out of breath from her last climax.

"Wow Derek... that was… I think it's a new record."

"Definitely." He grinned.

"I can't wait to brag to Cristina. Eleven in a row. Beat that."

"Oh, we can try." Derek replied devilishly, moving back down her body to try to outdo his own record.

Meredith hurried down the hall, suddenly stopping as the top of her extended abdomen began to tighten. She held her breath and waited. Please get stronger, please bring on the cramping, come on water break she begged with her body. But just as soon as the sensation had come, in was gone and Meredith dishearteningly chalked it up to another minor Braxton hicks.

She sighed defeated. It didn't matter how much sex or how many times she took the stairs instead of the elevator, nothing was happening. Her baby was comfortable in the little womb and stubbornly refused to make its grand entrance. No matter what she said, no matter what she promised. A pony on its fifth birthday. Its own cell phone when he turned twelve. A Mercedes for her sweet sixteen. Anything, as long as her offspring agreed to quit kicking her bladder and heed its exit, as soon as possible.

Glancing at her watch, Meredith realized she had about fifteen minutes before she needed to get back to work. Smiling a determined smile, she pulled her pager out of her pocket and changed directions. Figuring a quickie might be just the thing to turn her Braxton hicks into full blown labor.

The shrill sound of Derek's pager in his pocket pulled his attention away from the dreary monotonous meeting he currently found himself sitting in. He ignored the annoyed look Richard Webber shot him, realizing he'd forgotten to put the tiny device on silent when the meeting had begun, but finding that he really didn't care.

It took every ounce of self control to keep his expression serious as he glanced at the interrupting page. He stood and nodded apologies to the stuffed shirts sitting around the table before excusing himself and hurrying out of the board room. As soon as the door shut securely behind him, he let himself grin, reading the page for a second time. Meredith had paged him to an on call room, with no more information than a simple 69.

Her sneaky pages and invitations for 'at work sex' were becoming more and more frequent. She was desperate to have their baby, finding simple tasks of putting on her shoes or drinking water without getting heartburn impossible. Derek had even walked in on her last night doing lunges, sure that if she jerked the baby around enough her water might break and it'd be time to head to the hospital. But she wasn't so lucky and had turned back to Derek, using him instead to bring on labor.

He wasn't complaining though. He was all for the using. More using he said. He knew all too well that as soon as she gave birth, there'd be six weeks of absolutely nothing while her body healed, and who knew how long after that. Having a newborn was tiring, physically and mentally. Added to that the hormonal changes and extra stress of nursing, he knew it could be a very long while before their sex life kicked back in. So now, he was answering every page and call with an eager smile on his face.

Derek found the specified room and opened the door quietly, letting the door shut slowly behind him and turning the lock with a satisfying click. He had barely taken two steps into the dim room before Meredith was on him, grabbing his dark blue scrub shirt with her tiny hands and pulling him deeper inside.

He watched as she quickly kicked off her rubber crocks and dropped her pants, panties and all, at the same time she pushed him down on the firm mattress of the lower bunk. As her hands worked hurriedly on his scrub pants drawstrings, he reached up and pulled her face gently down to meet his lips, kissing her softly and passionately.

Meredith swatted him away, earning a confused look from her fiancé. "What was that for?"

"No time for kissing… I only have seven minutes before they'll miss me downstairs. I have a long line of patients waiting to be sutured, and I'd really like to have this baby to get out of it."

Derek could only chuckle, finding the determined look on Meredith's face completely adorable. With the drawstring free, she finally was able to pull down the material, bringing his boxers with them and letting them gather at his ankles, knowing there wasn't time to completely undress him.

Meredith forced him back down on the bed and moved herself over him, her eyes darkening as she grabbed his length in both small hands and began to move purposefully, letting her body rock with the movement.

Derek found Meredith's determination and aggressiveness a complete turn on, only taking him a second to meet her demand. He was immediately hard and Meredith took it as her cue to adjust herself over his awaiting member and lower herself on him.

The sensations were immediate as both let out satisfied moans. Meredith remained in control as she began moving herself back and forth and up and down, finding her spot and focusing the friction there. Derek moved his hands up the top of Meredith's scrub top that she hadn't bothered removing and enjoyed the feeling of her soft flesh in his firm hands.

Slipping a hand under her bra, he cupped her breast and let himself be swept away by the sensation of her wetness around him and the fullness of curves. His eyes wondered back up to her face and the picture of her with a small smile, her eyes half closed in pleasure, was enough to send him over.

Sensing his impeding climax, Meredith began rocking with more purpose and before long both of them were gasping and panting, desperately trying to keep their voices down.

When they had both completely finished, Meredith quickly moved off of him and promptly began dressing. Pulling her panties and scrubs back on and slipping her feet back into her crocks, she swiftly tied her waist band string as she moved towards the door.

Remembering something, she retraced her steps and lowered herself in front of Derek, leaving a hard kiss on his surprised mouth before moving back to the door. She turned to make sure Derek had pulled his pants up, and upon seeing he was satisfactorily clothed, turned and blew him a kiss.

"Thank you."

Before Derek had a chance to respond, she was gone, the door closing softly behind her. Derek could only laugh. Again, he had been used. But the only feelings it evoked were ones of complete love and amazement. He didn't mind… Meredith was the love of his life… and if she wanted to, she could use him for the rest of it.