Author's Note: Thanks for being so patient in waiting for MerDer to reconcile. Now I finally have a chance to show why this story is rated M :-)
"Mere, we're back in Seattle," Derek said softly, still undecided whether or not he wanted to wake her up or let her sleep the final few miles of their journey. Although Meredith had done her best to stay awake and keep him company on their late night drive, she ultimately lost her battle with drowsiness during the last hour of the trip. At one point, Derek had asked her a question only to hear her respond with a snore that started out quietly but eventually grew to a roar, contrasting sharply with the quiet of the vehicle.
Derek smiled in amusement, finding the sounds more adorable than irritating at the moment. He knew that he probably wouldn't still feel that way a few days or weeks from now, but he wanted to savor the sounds while he was still in the mindset to do so.
"Huh?" Meredith replied blearily. She raised her fists to her eyes, rubbing them softly before allowing her eyes to adjust to the city lights. Driving through the less populated parts of Washington, Meredith had barely been able to see Derek. Now enough light from street lamps filled the car to read his features.
He was smiling.
"Hey there," Derek said, glancing over in her direction.
"Hey…" Meredith returned, trying to stretch a little. She hated sleeping on car rides because she always found herself waking up with a crick in her neck. She reached her right hand up to her neck to massage a particularly tense spot. "Are you doing okay?" she asked, feeling slightly guilty that she had abandoned her duties of keeping him awake. She rolled her head from side to side, feeling the muscles stretch.
"I'm fine. A little tired, but good. We'll be home in ten minutes or so," Derek answered.
Meredith knew that he had to be exhausted. Aside from the emotional exhaustion of the evening, they had both worked the early half of the day, and it was almost three in the morning.
"Home sounds nice," Meredith sighed. She unbuckled her seatbelt so she could lean across the console and nuzzle Derek's neck. She gently rested her hand on his thigh, slowly inching it closer to his groin.
Derek gasped loudly at the unexpected gesture. His body tensed a little as he tried to keep his focus on the road despite her distraction.
He was grateful that the roads were very empty this time of night.
Meredith continued to fondle and tease long enough to feel him harden inside his jeans. She then eased back into her seat with a smug grin on her face and refastened her seat belt.
Derek unwittingly pressed further down on the gas, accelerating slightly.
"You will definitely pay for that when we get home," he moaned, frustrated. He lifted his body a little off his seat to try to discover a more comfortable position for the remaining minutes of their drive, but nothing managed to abate his aching need for her.
"That's what I'm hoping," Meredith teased. She pulled her hair back behind her head, twisting the tendrils up into a French twist that exposed the length of her neck as she tried to cool herself off a little. It had been nearly a month since the last time she had sex with Derek, and the realization that her period of abstention would be ending soon sent hot flashes throughout her body.
Derek eyed her hungrily, barely noticing the changing stoplight ahead of him. He slammed on the brakes at the last second, sending Meredith flying forward. She let go of her hair and shot her arms out in front of her, bracing herself against the dashboard as he stopped short.
"Sorry about that," Derek muttered sheepishly. "I didn't see the light change…" An embarrassed grin covered his face.
"Um…yeah, I noticed," Meredith replied, leaning back in her seat and readjusting her seatbelt that had locked with tension. She chuckled a little at his desperate need for her. She was glad to know it was reciprocal.
Impatience made the last couple of miles tick away slowly despite Derek's racecar-like driving. When he finally turned onto Meredith's street, he found himself unbuckling his seatbelt in advance of even pulling into her driveway as he prepared to exit the car as quickly as possible. Meredith followed suit, going so far as to open her car door before he had even come to a complete stop. She jumped out and ran toward the front steps, giggling as he chased her.
The house was completely dark but for the porch light that Izzie had left on for Meredith. Despite the glow of the light, Meredith struggled to find her keys and work them into the lock, especially once Derek caught up to her. He practically tackled her as he came up from behind, wrapping both arms around her and kissing her neck feverishly. When she finally managed to get the front door to open, she nearly tumbled over from the force of his weight. Fortunately he caught her before she fell too far, and he stumbled through the doorway holding her, drunk with lust.
Meredith threw her keys and purse down by the door, not caring where they landed. She briskly turned to face him, closing the door in the process.
He continued to kiss her ears and neck, frantically pushing her toward the stairs.
"Derek, wait…" Meredith whispered.
"I can't," he growled, working his fingers underneath her tee shirt as he continued his forward press toward her bedroom.
"We…can't…go…upstairs…" Meredith gasped, barely coherent as he worked her body into a frenzied state of arousal. "Cristina's in my room," she somehow managed to finish.
Derek groaned, pulling away from her in frustration.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked, his eyes dark and brooding.
"I'm sure we can be creative," Meredith answered, leaning back in to kiss him. She worked her fingers at the button on his jeans while steering him through the dark house toward the kitchen.
He followed eagerly, briskly lifting her shirt up over her head to reveal a sexy black bra underneath. The feel of his own clothing being tugged away from his body proved only a momentary distraction from her two supple breasts heaving in a quick, steady rhythm in front of him. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her easily onto the kitchen counter, placing her chest at perfect eye level.
"Oh…I've missed you…" Meredith sighed as he unfastened her bra. She leaned down and peeled his gray tee shirt off his body. Even in the faint street light pouring in through the windows, Meredith could see that his body was glistening with sweat.
"How much?" Derek whispered playfully as he slipped the lacy piece of lingerie off of her body and cupped each breast in his strong hands, pushing them up towards his mouth.
"So…much…" Meredith sighed breathily. The feel of his tongue circling each nipple caused her to arch her back, pushing her chest even closer to him. He continued teasing one breast with his tongue and teeth while kneading the other between his forefinger and thumb. Within seconds each nipple was fully erect, and waves of pleasure rippled through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, hoping to feel him even more.
"Me…too…" he sighed, slowly moving his mouth down towards her stomach without loosening his grip on her breasts.
She tangled her fingers through his thick, black hair, delighting in how soft it felt as she gently pushed his head lower.
Seeming to understand her need, he slid his hands down to her waist, aggressively undoing her pants and pulling her jeans and panties off in one swift, fluid motion that left her completely naked on the kitchen counter.
The contrast of the cold kitchen counter against the warmth of Meredith's skin caused her to jump a little.
He looked back up at her, gazing wildly into her eyes while pulling her forward to the edge of the counter. Rather than grinding against her as she expected, however, he slid his hands down to her inner thighs and pushed them apart, rolling her onto her back so that her knees were close to her shoulders.
The counter wasn't wide enough for her to lie down completely, but Meredith didn't protest being pinned in the position as Derek lowered his head to the place were her legs met the rest of her body. She rested her head against the wall and moaned loudly as she felt his tongue lightly graze her already swollen clit, adding to her wetness.
He worked her expertly with his tongue, licking the slick folds of skin with long strokes that came just close enough to her most sensitive spots to make her whine without actually satiating her needs. She started bucking her hips at him, hoping that she could force him into letting her climax, but he pulled away, leaving her in a pouty pile of desire.
"There will be none of that," he teased before slipping a finger inside of her.
She gasped at his unexpected movement, her eyes wide with longing as he began sliding the finger in and out of her rhythmically while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She met his rhythm with her hips, rocking back and forth on the edge of the countertop.
He moved his free hand back up to tease her nipples, causing her to moan even more before he slipped a second finger inside of her. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, and he throbbed with arousal as he anticipated penetrating her tight, wet space.
"Oh god, Derek, you're going to make me…" Meredith panted loudly.
"Shhh…you'll wake your roommates," Derek replied, moving his hand up from her breasts to her head to pull her towards him. He filled her mouth with his tongue, silencing her. His lips tasted slightly salty from an intoxicating elixir of lust, sweat, and the places he had explored on her own body, and the combination made her grind her hips even more wildly into his hand. She tried to reach down to stroke him as well, but she couldn't get her hands to touch any lower than the waistband of his tightly bulging boxers.
Meredith's whole body tensed slightly, a familiar precursor to impending release, and Derek withdrew from her completely, not yet ready to let her orgasm. He knew that her orgasm would be especially powerful after their weeks apart, and he wanted to feel her body fully enveloping his own when it happened.
Meredith pouted audibly with frustration.
"Not yet," Derek growled before lifting her off the counter and moving her to the kitchen table. The counter had been a little too tall for him to reach without standing on his toes, but the table seemed to be the perfect height for him to pound into her with abandon. He quickly positioned her before sliding off his boxers, leaving his shaft fully exposed.
Meredith sat up on the table and reached for him with both hands, using one hand to slide over the tip of his cock before pulling it in long, firm strokes. The other hand slid underneath him, tugging at him gently in a matching rhythm. The feel of her hands on him made him emit a low, throaty gasp.
"Do you like this?" she teased back, already knowing the answer.
"Mmmm…" was the only sound that could escape his lips. He was unable to form complete syllables much less words.
"Would you like to be inside of me?" Meredith asked, leading the head of his shaft up towards her, allowing it to feel her wet warmth as it circled the outside of her.
"Please, Mere," he begged. He had never ached so badly for anyone.
"Okay," she replied, letting his tip settle at her entrance. She positioned herself to take him fully, and rather than piling into her quickly as his body urged, Derek slowly entered her in gradually lengthening strokes. Each push probed a little more deeply to fill her as their bodies reacclimated themselves to each other.
"Ohhh…" Meredith sighed, feeling his pace begin to climb as she finally relaxed around his girth. "This feels… so… good," she panted, leaning back onto the wooden table to give him full view of her naked body.
The only cushioning she felt was a couple of placemats underneath her, but she didn't mind. She didn't even notice the empty glass at her side, and she unwittingly knocked it to its side as she stretched out on the table.
The force of motion between their bodies shook the table, causing the glass to roll to the edge before tumbling down to the floor and shattering loudly.
"Fuck…" Meredith muttered, unsure whether she intended it to be a reaction or a command.
The rhythm of their bodies slowed a little as they heard movement upstairs. A door opened and footsteps made their way toward the top of the stairwell.
"Hello?" Izzie's voice called groggily.
Meredith and Derek froze in place, preparing for the possibility of being caught.
"Uh…it's just me, Izzie. I knocked over a glass, but I've got it…" Meredith called, hoping that the glass shattering was the only noise Izzie had heard. "You can go back to sleep," she urged.
"Oh, okay," Izzie replied. She was clearly tired and probably had just risen from a very deep sleep. It seemed unlikely that she had heard anything else.
As soon as they heard Izzie's door close, they both resumed their motions at a more frenzied pace. Derek had stayed inside Meredith the whole time, and he desperately wanted to finish before they had any more close calls.
"I hate your roommates," he grumbled into her ear in frustration as he tried to regain his rhythm.
"I know," she replied, syncing her own movements with his.
Within moments the shattered glass was a distant memory as they both relished each other's bodies. Derek pushed into her with wild, heaving thrusts that caused him to grunt with animalistic fury. Meredith tightened around him, pleading with him to move harder and deeper, and the sensation of her grip around the length of him pushed him to the brink.
He stood hovering over her, pinning her hands back behind her head as he drove into her, a month's worth of frustration finding release inside her.
"Don't…stop…" Meredith begged, feeling herself being carried closer and closer to climax. She bit her lip in an effort to stifle the screams she wanted to let escape in her ecstasy.
"Ohhhh…" Derek groaned, quickly pushing his mouth against hers as he felt himself begin to pulsate inside of her.
The combination of Derek's tongue filling her mouth and his penis throbbing inside her pushed Meredith over the edge. She twitched and thrust against him uncontrollably until the waves of orgasm dissipated, leaving her completely sated.
Derek let his feet remain firmly on the floor as he laid his torso against Meredith's, completely exhausted. The heat of her body against his was almost too much for him, but he wasn't quite ready to pull out of her.
The two held each other in silence for a few minutes as they attempted to regain their breath.
"While I wouldn't advocate us going that long without sex in the future, that…was…amazing…" Meredith purred.
"Agreed," Derek said, kissing her softly before standing back up and pulling out of her.
She sighed longingly as she felt him vacate her body.
"Don't worry…you won't have to wait that long," Derek teased as he pulled her up off the table. Her legs felt weak and wobbly as she tried standing next to him. She kissed him again before starting to slide her feet along the floor in search of various pieces of clothing.
"Be careful. You don't want to step on the glass," Derek cautioned protectively as he walked over to the light switch and flipped it on. The room flooded with light, and both stood squinting momentarily as they allowed their eyes to adjust.
"Thanks. I almost forgot," Meredith responded, locating her tee shirt on the floor near the sink. She slipped it on before sliding back into her panties. Derek did the same as he located his boxers and tee shirt.
"Is the broom still in the laundry room?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. I think so," Meredith replied.
Derek set off to find the broom and dustpan while Meredith grabbed the remaining articles of clothing that had been shed from their bodies. She couldn't believe that they were back together again, and she wished that she could think of a reasonable way to boot Cristina out of her bedroom so she could curl up with Derek for the few remaining hours of the night.
When Derek returned, he carefully cleaned up the stray pieces of shattered glass. He did a much better job with it than Meredith would have done, and she enjoyed watching this protective gesture.
"You must be exhausted," Meredith stated as Derek poured the remaining shards of glass into the garbage bag. She certainly felt wiped out from the evening.
"Yeah, I am a little tired," Derek replied thoughtfully as he set the broom and dustpan into the corner of the room.
"Well, I guess we can sleep on the couch tonight," Meredith suggested, trying to think of a way to keep him with her for a few more hours.
Cristina's apartment search was feeling infinitely more urgent with each passing second.
"Both of us?" Derek asked. While he had no problem curling up with her, he knew that the couch was way too small to get any quality sleep on, particularly if they slept on it together.
"If you want," Meredith responded, trying to make him think it was more his idea than hers.
"While I really want to sleep with you tonight, Mere, you should go sleep in your bed. I'll just crash on the couch for a couple hours and then head back to the trailer first thing in the morning."
"Are you sure?" Meredith asked, sad that she would be saying goodnight to him soon but recognizing that his suggestion was reasonable.
"Yeah, it will be fine. I'll call you later in the day and maybe we can make some better plans for tomorrow night," he said, smiling suggestively.
"Okay," she conceded.
She went and grabbed a couple of pillows and a blanket from a closet while Derek went to the living room couch.
By the time she returned, he was already asleep.
Meredith lovingly tucked one of the softer pillows under his head before covering him with the blanket. She stood looking down at him for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall with his deep, quiet breaths.
"You're the love of my life, too," she whispered confidently, knowing he was too far asleep to ever hear her.
She leaned down and cautiously grazed his lips with her own as she tried carefully not to wake him up. She then tiptoed through the house to turn out the lights before making her way upstairs, a huge grin plastered across her face.