Meredith sighs as she steps out of the car, the driver shutting the door behind her. She was looking forward to this trip. She was. She was until she met Derek Shepherd. She has spent the last week constantly repeating to herself the numerous reasons why they can't be together. He is a manwhore. She is his boss. He seems like an ass. He is cocky.
She tries to paint all of these characteristics in a negative light, but she can't help the thrill that still runs through her body as she thinks about the sensations that ran through her body when he was on top of her, sweaty and breathing heavy.
She shakes her head to remove the mental images. She can do this. She can resist him. She can. She can and she will. She turns to watch her luggage being removed from the car and placed on the plane. She swallows. She hates flying.
She hears another car pull up and turns to see a Cadillac Escalade pulling up next to her. She knows who it is and redirects her gaze to the airplane. She is afraid to look at him. She is afraid of the way that he makes her feel by just one simple look.
She hears the door to the vehicle open and she can feel him looking at her. She can feel him looking at her as he moves to stand next to her. Now she can feel the heat radiating off of his body. The heat radiating off of his body sends chills down her spine and he is standing two feet away. She can only imagine the sensations he would causes if he was on top of her. If he was inside of her.
She shakes her head, hoping to dislodge the images of Derek's naked, sweaty body from her mind.
Derek: Are you okay?
Meredith (in a strained voice): I'm fine.
Derek: Are you sure? You look a little flushed...
Meredith turns and glares at Derek. She notices the smirk on his face.
Meredith: I said I'm fine. I'm just hot.
Derek chuckles as he throws his hands up in a movement of surrender. Meredith looks at him out of the corner of her eye. He looks so good. She bites down on her bottom lips. She can do this. She is strong. She can.
Flight Attendant: Miss Grey, we are ready for you to board the plane.
Meredith swallows as she nods at the flight attendant. She begins to walk up the stairs to the plane, but her knees are shaky and she misses one of the steps. She begins to fall forward, but a pair of strong hands on her hips stops her from hitting the metal stairs. She wants to grind her ass into his groin as he pulls her against him, but she doesn't. She closes her eyes and swallows as she tries to regain her composure.
Derek: You okay?
Meredith: I'm fine.
The truth is is that she isn't fine. His large hands are still gripping her hips and she can only imagine them wandering to other, more intimate areas of her body. His thumbs begin to massage circles on her hips bones and she feels the heat in her core increase.
Meredith: Derek?
Derek leans in so that his mouth is close to her ear. She can feel his torso against her back and his hot breath on her ear.
Derek: Yes?
Meredith: You can remove your hands from my body now.
Derek quickly removes his hands from her hips and takes a step back. She immediately feels cold as she begins the ascent to the plane, aniticipating the long ride ahead.
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Derek watches Meredith's ass as she finishes walking up the steps of the plane. He wants nothing more than to reach up and squeeze that amazing muscle. She has been on his mind for the past week. She has haunted his dreams, causing him to have to clean himself up after he wakes up. The things she does to him in his dreams continue to invade his consciousness throughout the day as holograms of her seem to float in front of him.
He imagines the way her fingers feel as they work through his hair and massage his scalp. He imagines her nails digging into his back as he thrusts into her and screams his name. He imagines her tiny hands grabbing his eyes as she asks for more of him. Just these thoughts cause his jeans to become tight as his daydreams float to the forefront of his mind and the present floats away as a distant memory.
He wants to feel her. He wants to feel her silky smooth skin under his body. He wants for her hot walls to surround his penis as he dips into her sweet femininity. He wants to feel her hot fluids surround him as he causes her to orgasm. He wants to taste those fluids as he runs his tongue over her feminine folds. He bets that she tastes sweet. So sweet.
Meredith: Derek? Are you coming?
Derek jerks his head up and sees that Meredith is waiting for him at the door to the airplane. Are you coming? Does she know how much he wishes he was coming? Does she know that right now he is imagining coming inside of her as she bites onto his shoulder to stifle her loud cries of pleasure?
He shakes his head as he struggles to walk up the small flight of stairs because of his erection. He can't keep thinking like this. She is his boss. Well, she is his future boss. She is his current boss's daughter, which could be so much worse. He can't think like this. He needs to focus. He needs to focus on the game. He needs to focus on the World Cup. He needs to, but he can't.
He steps onto the plane and takes the seat across from Meredith. He notices her eyes travel down his body and widen as she sees his erection. She quickly looks away and blushes. He smirks as he thinks about her reaction. Surely she isn't that innocent? She is a socialite. She must get around. But even the thought of her innocence causes the throbbing in his penis to increase. He will have to pay a visit to the bathroom as soon as the plane is in the air. Otherwise, he will spend the next nine hours with an erection. That isn't good for the family jewels.
Derek leans his head back and sighs as he feels the engine of the plane starting up. This is the position that he would be in if she were on her knees in front of him, taking his large, throbbing cock into her soft, warm mouth.
He quickly opens his eyes. These thoughts are not going to help with the almost painful throbbing need in his penis. He looks at Meredith sitting across from his as the plane begins to move. He notices that her eyes are squeezed shut and she is gripping the armrests so hard that her knuckles are white.
Derek: Meredith, are you okay?
Meredith opens her eyes.
Meredith (in a shaky voice): I'm fine.
Derek: Are you sure?
The plane begins to lift off and she closes her eyes once again. Derek realizes at this moment that she is afraid of flying. He quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and moves into the chair next to Meredith. Once he has his seatbelt buckled he turns to Meredith.
Derek: Give me your hand.
Meredith opens her eyes and jumps as she notices that he is now sitting next to her.
Meredith: What?
Derek: Give me your hand.
Derek holds out his hand and waits for Meredith to place her hand in his.
Meredith: Why?
Derek: Just trust me.
Meredith: Why should I trust you?
Derek: Just give me your damn hand.
Meredith reluctantly places her hand in Derek's. Derek turns her hand over so that her palm is facing upwards. Meredith watches him, chills running down her spine at his simple touch. Derek looks Meredith in the eyes as he begins to trace patterns over the sensitive skin of her palm. She can feel her body begin to relax almost immediately and Derek sees this.
He smiles warmly at her as the plane levels out. Meredith removes her hand from his as she leans back and sighs.
Meredith: Thanks. I'm good now.
Derek: Are you sure?
Meredith: I'm sure.
Derek smiles at her as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
Derek: Good. I will be back.
Meredith just nods. Derek looks at her one last time before walking back to the bathroom. He wants to make sure that he has her image down so that he can imagine her face, her body, her feel as he strokes his member, which is now as hard as steel. Touching her had helped her to relax, but it only added to the hardness of his cock.
Derek opens the door to the bathroom and steps in. He quickly unbuttons his jeans and reaches into his boxers to pull out his penis. He needs to get off and he needs to get off soon. He places his hand on the sink to anchor himself as he grips his hard shaft at the base. He begins to move his hand up and down his long member. He closes his eyes and he imagines her. He imagines her naked body lying in front of him, spreading her legs and welcoming him into her hot, wet, pink center.
He groans at the sight that is before his closed eyes as he tightens his grip and increases the pace of his strokes. He imagines what her walls would feel like as they tighten around him and he instinctively tightens his grip on his shaft. He feels himself getting closer as he imagines running the tip of his cock along her soft folds. He imagines her tightness as he enters her. He strokes faster as he imagines her tongue traveling over his hard body and his tongue traveling all over hers.
He feels his knees begin to shake and his body begin to tighten so he reaches up and grabs a paper towel. He feels the muscles in his ass contract as he releases into the paper towel with a low groan that is mixed with a sigh of relief. He cleans himself up and flushes the paper towel. After he washes his hands he leans his forehead against the wall. This girl has so much power over him. She turns him on like no one ever has before. He wants her more than he has ever wanted anything.
He opens the door to the bathroom and walks back out to his seat. He sits down across from her once again and looks up at her and smiles. He can't believe that he just jacked off in an aiplane bathroom. Does that count as joining the mile high club? He has a feeling that he and his hand will become very much reaquainted during their stay in Europe.
Sorry this update took a little longer than the others have...but my semester starts on Monday and they will be less frequent..plus...I am currently writing four fics...so I've been a bit busy..Hope you enjoyed this update...I know I enjoyed writing it..
-Marci