Meredith looks at the dresses laid out in front of her. She can't pick a dress. It's just a stupid dress that she is going to wear to a stupid dinner. A dinner that he will be at. It is after the dinner that she cares about. She wants to look perfect. She doesn't know why she cares. She has never really cared about this kind of stuff before, but with him, with Derek, she cares. She cares a lot and it scares her.
She settles on a dark blue dress that fits her body perfectly and a pair of sandals. She looks at herself in the mirror. She looks hot. She can't wait to see Derek's reaction. This dress definitely leaves little to the imagination.
She grabs her clutch purse just as there is a knock at the door. Her pulse speeds up, wondering if it is him. He isn't supposed to come to her room until after dinner.
Meredith walks over and opens the door. She tries to hide the disappoint when the door reveals Cristina. She musters a smile as she notices Cristina's eyes glancing over her.
Meredith: Ready to go?
Cristina: Are you hoping to get laid tonight?
Meredith just laughs as she flips her hair over her shoulder. They walk down the hall and towards the area where dinner is served. Just as they turn the corner, Derek's door opens and he heads in the same direction with Mark, both carrying on their own conversations as they head to dinner as their upcoming dessert is on their minds.
Derek enters the dining area and glances around, hoping to spot his dessert. His eyes scan the crowd and land on her figure. He feels his breath hitch in his throat. Her head is thrown back in laughter, exposing the long column of her neck. A column that he fully plans to explore later. He licks his lips as his eyes travel further down. She is wearing a strapless dress that hugs her body. She looks amazing. He can already feel his pants growing strained as he thinks about how her body looks naked.
His eyes travel back up her body and meet hers. She is staring directly at him, he hears himself gasp as her eyes seem to pierce his soul and read his dirty thoughts. She licks her lips as she looks at him, her eyes taking in his faded blue jeans that hang perfectly off of his hips and his blue button-up shirt. It is ironic how well they match. He watches her turn to her friends and say something before she begins to walk towards him. He turns to Mark.
Derek: I will...uh...see you later.
Mark follows his friends line of sight.
Mark: Niiiiice.
Derek ignore Mark and walks towards the sultry siren who is currently heading his way, their eyes locked on each other. They finally shorten the gap between their bodies, but that foot of space still seems to be too much. Meredith takes a sip of her drink, but maintains eye contact with Derek over her glass.
Derek (in a husky voice): Hello.
Meredith smiles at him from under her lashes.
Meredith: Hey.
Derek: You look...stunning.
Derek resists the urge to reach forward and run his finger along her cheek. Meredith smiles at him once again as she flips her hair over her shoulder. Derek takes a step towards her, decreasing the space even more. Both are finding it even more difficult to breathe.
Meredith: So do you.
Derek takes another small step, their bodies now only inches apart. Their hot breath hitting the other in the face as the struggle to keep their breathing in check, a task that is proving to be more difficult as their desire increases.
Derek can't take it anymore. He has to touch her. He has to. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her body into his. She gasps as she feels his erection pressing into her stomach. Her free hand travels over his muscular chest as she inhales his masculine scent.
Derek lowers his head and inhales her. She smells like some kind of flower. He feels intoxicated. He feels intoxicated and he hasn't even had anything to drink. He needs to say something. To make conversation.
Derek: So, what are you drinking?
Meredith: Mai Thai.
Derek: Ah.
Meredith: Yeah, not really my poison, but I thought I would try something different.
Derek chuckles.
Derek: What is your poison then?
Meredith: Tequila.
Derek: NIce.
Meredith: What's yours?
Derek: Right now, you.
Meredith looks up at him and notices the darkened color of his eyes. They also match her dress. She giggles.
Derek: What?
Meredith: We match.
Derek smiles his McDreamy smile.
Derek: We do.
Their faces slowly inch closer as the tension in the air increases. They are either unaware of all of the stares of they don't care. Derek's lips are now centimeters from Meredith's.
Derek: Meredith...
Her name rolls off of his tongue like velvet and sounds like a prayer. Meredith leans up and quickly closes the space that seperates the moistened skin of their lips. Their lips mesh together in a frenzy of need. Derek runs his tongue along Meredith's bottom lip, tasting her cherry lip gloss, before Meredith opens her mouth and allows him entrace. Their tongues mesh together in an erotic dance that is full of a frenzied need.
Meredith moans into Derek's mouth as his thumbs rub circles over her hip bones. They are in their own world, oblivious to that around them. All that they know is each other. All that they want is each other. All that they need is each other.
Someone clearing their throat nearby breaks them out of their reverie as Meredith pulls back completely breathless. Derek doesn't let go of her hips as they both try to regain their breath. He can't let go of her hips. Not unless the entire place wants to see his erection.
Derek (in a groan): Mer..
It is the first time that he has shortened her name and it feel so natural to say it. It sounds so natural for her to hear it. Her core is on fire and her need for him can no longer be put off. His need for her has reached a painful desperation. He needs her so much it physically hurts as his erection throbs against the material of his jeans.
Meredith places her drink on a passing tray before grabbing his hand.
Meredith: Let's go.
Derek holds onto Meredith's hips, keeping her in front of him, as they walk as fast as his erection will allow them. He digs his face into her neck as they get onto the elevator. She giggles as his hot breath tickles her skin.
As soon as the doors close, Derek turns Meredith's body around and pushes her up against the wall. She gasps in surprise as his lips come crashing down onto hers, his hands pull her hips closer to him. Meredith's gasp turns into a moan as Derek thrusts his tongue into Meredith's mouth. Meredith moves her hands up Derek's shoulders and into his hair, something that drives Derek crazy.
He pulls his lips away from hers and she instantly feels cold and lonely. But Derek quickly dispells these feeling as his mouth latches onto Meredith's neck. Meredith arches her back and stretches her neck, allowing him better access. As he nibbles and licks along her collar bone, Meredith can't suppress a moan of pleasure as she fists Derek's hair.
The dinging of the elevator signaling their arrival to their floor causes the two to seperate, both rendered breathless. Derek grabs Meredith's waist and guides her out of the elevator, feeling that is he isn't inside of her soon he might just explode, both literally and figuratively.
They reach Meredith's door and Meredith fumbles around in her clutch for her key. Derek pushes his erection into her back as he begins another attack on her neck. Meredith rubs her ass against Derek, causing him to groan loudly.
Derek (husky): Mer, hurry.
Meredith (breathless): I'm trying.
Meredith finally finds her key card and inserts it into the door. As soon as she turns the handle, Derek pushes the both in. Meredith barely has time to take note of her surrounding before Derek is pushing her back against the door. His breath is hot and heavy against her face and her eyes match the color of her dress.
He pushes his body against hers as he nuzzles her face in her hair, breathing her in once again. His mouth moves to her ear, licking and nibbling as his breath on her ear makes her body begin to shake with anticipation. A small whine escapes from her mouth as her knees begin to shake.
Derek (in a husky voice): I need you.
Derek leans up and places his forehead against hers. Derek notices her swallow as she closes her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Derek begins to trail his hand up her smooth, silky leg. He hears Meredith gasp as hand reaches her inner thigh. He can almost feel the heat radiating from her core from there.
He leans in a captures her lips in a hungry kiss as his hand brushes across a moist scrap of lace. Meredith moans into his mouth as she places her hands on his shoulders and pushes him. He pulls back, thinking that she wants him to stop, confusion on his face. Meredith continues to push him and he realizes that she is pushing him towards the bed.
Once Derek begins to move backwards on his own, Meredith's hands move to his shirt. She starts to unbutton it, button by button.
Derek (breathless): Just rip it.
Meredith bites on her bottom lip as she grasps the shirt and pulls it open forcefully, sending buttons flying across the room. His impatience causing the dampness between her legs to grow. She runs her fingers softly over his chest as she bites down on her bottom lip. She looks up into Derek's eyes and notices that he is watching her intently.
While maintaining the eye contact with Derek, Meredith moves her hands over his abdomen and to his belt. She unbuckles his belt expertly, at which he cocks his brow and Meredith smirks. Meredith tugs on the belt, causing Derek's erection to rub against her stomach repeatedly and eliciting a low moan from him. He runs his fingers through her hair as she begins to work the buttons on his jeans. Her hand brushes against his erection and she finds herself needing him naked, now. She rushes through the rest of his buttons and quickly pulls down both his jeans and his boxers. She gasps as his large, throbbing cock is freed from its confines.
Derek kicks off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans and boxers. He stands in front of Meredith, completely naked and she has to restrain herself from jumping on him immediately.
Derek: There is something wrong.
Meredith arches her eyebrow, confusion spreading across her countenance.
Derek: I am naked and you are not.
Meredith's giggles turn to a gasp as Derek moves both of his large hands to the back of her shoulders. His hands slide under the smooth material of her dress before moving around to her sides, causing Meredith to raise her arms in the air. Derek's eyes lock on Meredith's and he continues to gaze into her eyes as he slowly begins to force the dress down over the tops of her breasts.
Once the dress is down past her breasts, Derek tears his eyes away from Meredith's and can't help but gasp at the sight of her bare breasts.
Derek: You're not wearing a bra.
Meredith (in a sultry voice): I didn't need one.
Derek shakes his head as his eyes stay glued to her perfect twin peaks.
Derek: No. No you didn't.
Derek can't take it any more. He quickly pulls the rest of the dress down. A move that surprises and excites Meredith. Meredith steps out of her shoes and her dress as Derek's eyes scan over her perfect body.
Derek (in awe): You're beautiful.
Meredith blushes slightly, but her blush is hidden behind her already flushed complexion. Derek leans forward and kisses her hard, causing her lips to swell slightly. He moves his hands up and down her sides slowly, wanting to memorize her perfect curves. Derek's mouth trail kisses along the corner of Meredith's mouth, to her jaw, down the column of her neck, before finding the hollow at the bottom of her collar bone.
Meredith moans and arches her body into his. Derek moves one of his hands lightly over her lace-covered mound. Meredith gasps at his light touch. Derek runs one finger along the outside of her lace thong before pushing it aside and running it along her moist lips. Meredith gasps and buries her fingers in Derek's hair.
Derek (breathless): Shit...you're so wet, Mer...
Meredith can't take it any longer. She needs him inside of her. Screw foreplay. She wants him to screw her.
Meredith: Der, I need you. I need you now.
Derek just nods as he hooks Meredith's panties under his thumbs and pulls them down. He wraps his arms around Meredith's waist as he leads her to the bed.
Meredith (breathless): Condom.
She points to the dresser next to the bed and Derek nods before walking over to the dresser and getting a condom. Meredith moves back on the bed and opens her legs for him. He stares at her glistening pink center that is waiting for him for a moment before opening the condom and sliding it on.
Derek crawls up the bed to Meredith. She moves her hands over his back as he moves up his body. He kisses her quickly, both of their breathing ragged.
Derek thrusts into her quickly and without warning. Their simultaneous moans are a mixture of pleasure and relief. He stays still for a moment to allow her time to adjust to his size before he begins to thrust into her. He looks into her eyes as she reaches down and grabs his ass, pushing him further in. He closes his eyes for a moment as the feeling of her hot walls surrounding his length overwhelms him. She feels so perfect. She feels like nothing he has ever felt before.
Meredith (moaning): Faster!
Derek picks up the pace of his thrusts as Meredith's nails begin to dig into his back. He feels her body beginning to tense under him as her walls are starting to tighten around his length. He is filling her like no one has ever filled her before.
Meredith arches her back off of the bed.
Meredith: Oh...Oh...shit..mmm...shit...Der...ooooooohhhhhhh...
Meredith body begins to shake violently as her orgasm overtakes her. It is only after he is sure that she is satisfied that he allows his own orgasm to take over his body. He groans into her neck as his penis twitches inside of her with release.
He holds onto the condom as he slips out of her. He pulls the condom off and throws it into the trashcan next to the bed while still lying on top of her. He buries his face into her neck as he struggles to regain his breathing. He finally rolls their sweaty bodies over, pulling her on top of him. Her silky hair tickles his chest lightly as she giggles at the sudden movement.
Derek: That was...
Meredith: Wow...
Derek chuckles as he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of her now sweaty face.
Derek (sighing): Yeah.
Meredith bites on her bottom lip. She looks at him and grins while arching her eyebrow.
Meredith: Wanna do it again?