Derek grips Meredith's hand as they wind through the rowdy crowd outside of the stadium. It is crazy. Over a hundred thousand fans, most of them drunk, kind of crazy. So much is going on around them, but the one thing that Derek can't stop thinking about it protecting the tiny blonde who currently has a death grip on his hand. He pulls on her hand, bringing her body directly next to his. He momentarily lets go of her hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
"I would hate for us to get separated in this crowd," he practically yells down at her. The truth is he would find any excuse to be close to her. He wants to be close to her in so many ways.
She responds by smiling up at him as she wraps her arm around his waist. Things are going perfectly so far. She hasn't thought about the bandage on her wrist. She hasn't thought about her dead mother or her daddy issues. Derek has given her something no one else has ever given her. He has made her forget. He has made her forget the things she previously thought unforgettable. She can feel the scab beginning to form on her previously gaping wound that is her life.
They finally manage to squeeze through the crowd to the entrance gate. Derek shows their VIP tickets to the person working the window, before they make their way to their seats. They slowly make their way towards their seats, the crowd gradually thinning as they move further along.
"This is so awesome," Meredith says as they finally take their seats. She is glancing around the packed stadium. They don't get crowds like this in the States. They just don't.
"Yeah," Derek breathes, squeezing her shoulders slightly before releasing his hold on her. Now that they are safely seated he doesn't need his arm around her anymore. He doesn't need it around her anymore, except now he feels empty. He feels empty and Meredith feels cold.
She glances at Derek out of the corner of her eye and notices that he is staring straight ahead, focusing on the field. What she doesn't realize is that he is looking at her as well. She decides to leap. She decides to take a chance. She reaches across the immense chasm that seems to have developed between and laces her fingers with his. Derek immediately turns his head and his eyes meet Meredith's and he can't help but hide the smile.
"You like me," he says with a huge grin.
Meredith blushes furiously before hitting him in the arm with her free hand. Derek reaches out and grabs her wrist, stopping her movements. He pulls her closer so that their faces are only inches apart. He can see the uncertainty and insecurity in her eyes. "I like you too," he quickly says, hoping to obliterate any uncertain that remains.
She smiles coyly at him. "You do?" she inquire, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
Derek can't help but chuckle before leaning in close to her ear. "I do," he whispers huskily, his voice alone sending chills down her spine. Derek's cheek brushes Meredith's as he leans back. They stare at each other, the seconds blurring into minutes. They only look away from each other when the music begins to play and the crowd rises to their feet. This isn't where he wants to kiss her. He wants it to be intimate. He wants it to be personal. He doesn't want it to be in the midst of over 100,000 crazy soccer fans.
Meredith feels the anticipation building. The anticipation for the match. The anticipation for the rest of the date. The anticipation for the rest of their stay in their close quarters. She jumps to her feet, pulling on Derek's arm and causing him to chuckle. "Excited?" he asks with amusement in his voice.
"Yeah," she says, "I've never been to a game where there was this many fans. It's just…they all look like the little dots that you use when you play life. Makes you realize how small you are," she says in an awestruck voice. She turns to him, an amazed look on her face. "Ya know?"
He can't help but feel his breath hitch slightly in his throat as he sees the lights dance across her awestruck face. "Yeah," he manages as he stares down at her.
The game starts and Derek can't help but be mesmerized by the tiny woman next to him yelling obscenities. She is really into the game. She is really into the game and that really turns him on. She is flinching with every hit and jumping up and down with every good play. And she looks so damn hot while doing it. She is the embodiment of the perfect woman. Of [ihis[/i perfect woman.
Finally, half-time arrives and Derek finds himself placing his hand instinctively on Meredith's lower back as they sit down. Their time together is passing quickly. Too quickly. He wants time to stand still, not move faster.
"Are you having a good time?" he asks her as he moves his hand from her lower back to take possession of her hand, wanting to maintain some contact between their bodies.
She turns to him and smiles brightly. "This is by far the best date ever," she says in an excited voice.
He can't help but chuckle as he feels his heart begin to beat rapidly. "I feel the same way," he says in a slightly more serious tone. He wants her to know that he is serious. He is serious about her. She isn't just some fling. She isn't just some good fuck. She is something. She may be everything.
Derek caresses the palm of Meredith's hand with his fingers, tracing the intricate lines as he decides that he wants to learn every single detail of her body. He doesn't realize that that single touch, that his soft caresses, are creating a burning need in the depths of Meredith's abdomen that she has never felt before from such a simple touch. A touch that seems so caring. A touch that seems so intimate. A touch that seems so…them.
"This is nice," Derek mutters as he takes her hand and places it in his lap, becoming more comfortable as the seconds tick by.
She sighs as she turns and leans her body into his, relishing in the down time to get closer to him, both physically and emotionally. "Yeah, it is," she whispers into the dark night. "Tell me something, Derek," she says as she cranes her neck back to look up at him.
He smiles down at her. "What do you want to know?" he asks with a smile on his face. No one has ever taken the time to know him. Not the real him. Not the him that he knows that she wants to know.
Meredith bites down on her bottom lip before looking back up at him, her green eyes clashing with his blue. "Anything," she says in a somewhat quiet voice. "Everything," she adds after a momentary silence in a more confident voice.
He looks down at her and can't resist. She is…and he is…and he just has to. He slowly lowers his head, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time except the brief glance at her perfect lips. He is close enough to feel her hot breath lapping his face and to smell the mint from her toothpaste mixed with the food from the diner. Time that was traveling too fast just minutes ago, seems to come to a sudden halt. The thousands of people around them disappear. The commotion, the smell of stale beer and sweat, the past, the future—they all disappear into something that isn't even peripheral. It isn't even a blip on their radar.
She runs her tongue along her bottom lip, anticipating the moment of contact. Anticipating the sparks. Anticipating the sudden loss of oxygen. Anticipating the tension that threatens to erupt into a pleasure that has been denied both of them for so long.
Finally, finally after the long tantalizing moments that in reality is only a few second, his lips are on hers. His lips are on hers and they are both breathing a sigh of relief. A collective sigh of relief that quickly turns into quickened breaths. Their lips are just touching. Their moist lips are simply fused together and they are experience more pleasure from that fusion that they ever have. He enjoys it more than any orgasm he has ever experienced with another and she is left to only imagine the other delicious sensations that this man can send throughout her being.
Her breasts heave as her nipples harden beneath the confines of her bra. They yearned to be freed. They yearned to be freed only to be recaptured by his mouth. She can only imagine his soft mouth devouring her hard nipples. She reaches up and entangled her fingers in his raven locks, not caring that the other fans have become spectators to the show that they are currently performing. She wants him to delve into her mouth. She wants him to delve into her dark depths and taste her every flavor.
He can feel his jeans tighten as his arousal grows, her intoxicating scent blurring his vision and making her the only thing that he sees. Her fingers running through his hair only drives him on, opening the door to the resident animal that resides deep inside of him. She is all woman and she calls forward his most manly instincts. He wants to fuck her. He wants to fuck her right here and now. He can just imagine running his fingers along her soft, wet, feminine folds, her scent of arousal feeling his nostrils and leaving him no choice but to delve his tongue as deep into her core as possible.
She parts her lips slightly, ready to take him in. Inviting. Enticing. A small sigh escapes as she runs her tongue along his bottom lip, letting him know that she wants more. She wants more of him. She needs more of him. She has this beast that he has awakened and only he can tame it.
He takes the bait and opens his mouth. He slowly and tantalizing presses his tongue into her mouth, taking his time to savor every moment, every texture, every taste. She moans as his tongue meshes against hers. Their tongues slide across each other as their taste buds mate in an erotic dancers that only lovers as intimately connected as they can partake in. They don't need to rush. They don't need to rush because in this moment, in this moment they feel like they have forever.
The tip of his tongue dances across the roof of her mouth as she gasps in surprise, the tickling sensation sending a more demanding sensation to her heating core. His fingers dance down the column of her neck, grazing across her pounding pulse. A pulse that is pounding for him.
The demand for oxygen becomes too great. They are forced to separate and immediately their lips feel cold. Derek stares down at her wish darkened eyes. Her face and neck are flushes and her chest is heaving.
"Wow," she breathes as she struggles to regain her breath. She has never felt this. She has never felt this before and she knows that if it goes away, it won't be something that will be found again.
"Yeah. Wow," he says as he continues to stare at her. This is it. He knows in this moment that this is it. She is it. Something intrinsic is his being tells him that this is the woman made for him. He knows that they have forever, so he plans to take things slow. He plans to take things deliciously slow.
Life is crazy. Bad crazy. School kicking my ass crazy. So, sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait. I hope everyone realizes that I do have 7 fics...and yeah...it can be hard to update them all all the time. Once again, hope it was worth the wait.
-marci