She can feel the warmth of the sun against her skin as she slowly awakens. Her body is tangled in the stark white sheets. It takes several moments for her to fully waken as last night was the first night in years that her sleep has not been haunted by nightmares.
She sighs as she shifts in the bed, her eyes still closed. The movement of her feet pulls the sheets down, exposing her bare breasts to the luminous rays of light. The movement also causes her to become aware of a dull ache, a soreness from the marathon events of the night before, events that were focused entirely on her and her needs.
A small smile forms on her face as she recalls the events that had ended only a couple of hours before. She stretches her arms in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from her still exhausted body, and that is when she notices it.
She is all alone.
Her eyes jerk open, the light blinding her momentarily before she begins to search around the room. He left her. She can't believe that he left her. Was it just about sex? But if it was just about sex, wouldn't he have asked for more last night?
Confusion clouds her mind as she pulls the sheet up tight around her body and slowly climbs out of the bed, the dull ache between her legs increasing in intensity as she moves. She doesn't even bother to pick up her various articles of clothing that are scattered around the room as she exits, her cheeks a violet shade of crimson.
She clutches the sheet tightly around her body as she begins to walk across the space that separates their rooms, her eyes focused on the ground in front of her as she moves.
"Where do you think you are going?" he asks in a playful tone.
The sound of his voice startles her, causing her to release her grasp on the sheet. The sheet falls to the floor before she can catch it.
She quickly reaches down to grab it, but his hands are on her bare hips before she can. His pelvis is pushed against her naked ass, the cotton of his robe the only material that is separating their bodies.
She gasps as she stands straight up again, the thought of grabbing the sheet forgotten. His mouth finds the nape of her neck before placing a single, soft kiss on the area, leaving it hot and tingling.
She can feel his hot breath against her ear as he pulls her body against his, her back against his torso. He gently nibbles on her earlobe before softly sucking on it. She can feel the moisture pooling between her legs as his hand splays across her flat abdomen.
She closes her eyes and forces herself to swallow the lump in her throat. "I…I…" she begins before he moves his mouth from her ear to the column of her neck.
She allows her head to fall back onto his shoulder, granting him better access. "Yes?" he whispers against her electrified skin, his murmured words only sending more pulses of energy through her.
She swallows again as she attempts to remember what she was saying. "You…you were gone…I woke up…and you were gone," she finally manages to say.
His movements stop as he hears the hurt in her voice. He uses the hand wrapped around her abdomen to turn her around. She gasps at the sudden move as she comes face to face with her.
His eyes slowly scan her face before resting on her lips. His eyes seem heavy as he becomes entranced by them. His hands press against her lumbar spine forcing her body to be plush against his. The nipple of her right breast grazes against him through an opening in his robe.
He leans in, their hot breath mingling in the centimeters that separate them.
"Breakfast," he whispers against her lips.
Confusion crosses her face as she pulls back slightly.
"What?" she asks, not exactly sure of what he said because of the pounding in her chest.
"I was making you breaking," he clarifies as he tilts his head to the side and smiles.
"Oh," she breathes after a moment, before grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips against her.
The kiss is urgent as she grazes her tongue across his bottom lip, begging entrance before quickly delving into the depths of his mouth. Derek is forced to take a step back to recover from the force as he holds them together. It takes him a moment to recover before he moves his hands to her hair, his fingers tangling in her messy tendrils. He pushes her back until the small of her back comes into contact with the table.
The kiss is intense, but it only lasts a moment before they are both out of breath. They separate slowly, almost as if they hate to lose the connection. Derek rests his forehead against Meredith's, their hot breath bathing the other's face.
After a few moments of silence, their breathing has regulated. Derek runs his hand up and down Meredith's spine as she continues to grasp the back of his robe in her fists.
She finally opens her eyes and her green eyes clash with his blues.
"No one's ever made me breakfast before," she whispers with a small smile on her face and her heart a little lighter than before.