Disclaimer: We have officially put the prom scene to shame. This is why we should own the show, unless Shonda can successfully give us even hotter Mer/Der sex.
I ran my hands through my hair and looked around the trailer, hoping to god that it looked presentable. It had been a crazy week at the hospital and I was starting to regret inviting Meredith here for supper again. I don't even know how we had decided on the trailer again. That was a lie, that was a dirty lie. I knew exactly why I had suggested the trailer again, I thought as I looked over at my freshly made bed. I was hoping tonight would be different from our third date. Meredith had already sworn that she was going to leave her cell phone in the car, and I was hoping she kept that promise. I walked over to the bed and stared at it, smiling slightly as I remembered what had happened there just a week ago, and then frowning as I remembered how the night had ended. Tonight had to go well. It had to.
Car lights flooded my yard and I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. Tonight had to be perfect. I had made lamb, and desert. I had slaved over the meal. Men did not slave over meals only to be left naked, again. Tonight would be perfect. And it wasn't even that the sex mattered, just Meredith, just being close to Meredith.
She got out of her car, this time clad in jeans and a black button down shirt and then opened the back door, pulling out a foil covered baking pan. She turned and walked toward me, an extremely awkward silence building as she came closer to me. Finally, she was in front of me, and we just stared at each other. It was, quite possibly, the most awkward moment of my entire life. Including the time Mark stole my underwear at summer camp.
'What's that?" I finally asked breaking up the awkward silence and pointing to the dish in her hands.
"Oh, um, cupcakes," she held them a little higher. "I, uh, made them. Today. Right."
"The girl that less than a week ago couldn't toss a salad made cupcakes?" I asked her, terrified at what mess I might actually find under the foil.
She looked at me for a moment, and my mind raced, wondering if I had hurt her feelings. What the hell was the matter with us? We bantered, we didn't have awkward moments. And then she giggled. "Okay, fine," she sighed. "Izzie made them. She makes cupcakes and she made them. Said guys like women who bake, and she told me to tell you I made them."
I laughed and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Leaning over I grabbed the tray and quickly kissed her all in one smooth motion. "You can't bake at all, Mer. But I still like you."
"Really?" she asked. "Even after, well, even after, you know, last week?"
"Of course," I told her confidently. "But you left that damn phone in the car tonight, right?"
She giggled again and put her arm through my bent one. "Yes," she assured me. "It's in the car. Off. There will be no interruptions tonight, I can guarantee you that."
"I definitely like you tonight," I told her swirling her around so she was in my arms. I leaned okay and kissed her, hard and passionate.
She kissed me back, almost desperately, her tongue battling my own for power. When we finally pulled apart, we were both gasping for breath. "I like you too."
"Good," I told her smiling. "So...ummm...supper. Supper will be ready soonish."
"Soonish?" she giggled.
"Soonish. It's a word," I argued with her.
"Really?" she said, a mock doubting tone coming into her voice. "Not one that I've ever heard."
"You've obviously been hanging around the wrong people then. Don't worry, I plan on remedying that," I told her, trying to make myself sound serious.
"Of course you will, Dr. Shepherd," she nodded, rolling her eyes. "Now, what treat have you made for me this time? And do you think we'll get to finish it?"
"A rack of lamb, potatoes and well...carrots. And I'm not quite sure I even want to start it," I laughed at the truth of my statement. Right now my eyes were on two things, Meredith and the bed behind her.
"I'm famished," she said, her eyes daring me to say anything else. "And for a lot more than food."
"Really?" I asked trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "Because I've recently discovered the most convenient thing about living in a trailer is that there's always a bed nearby."
She laughed and kissed me, her fingers finding their way into my hair. Before I could deepn the kiss, she pulled away. "Food, first," she said softly. And then I saw it again. That panicked look. How was that she could go from confident seductress to scared girlfriend? "It smells wonderful."
I didn't want food, I definitely didn't want food. But I was giving her this. For now. "Of course it smells wonderful. I made it," I said lauging and walking towards the over to take it out.
She sat down at the table and didn't say anything and I noticed she was wringing her hands as I served her. "Thank you," she murmured softly as I poured a glass of wine.
"Mer, relax, it's just me," I said, sitting down on my side of the table and smiling warmly at her.
"I know," she sighed. "And I'm happy to be here. So happy."
"I'm happy to have you here," I laughed. "Now eat your meal so you can praise me properly."
She laughed and took a bite of lamb, again letting that little moan out, the moan that had gotten us to the bed just a week ago. "Oh, Derek," she moaned. "It's amazing. Your mother should be proud."
"Thank you, she is," I told her taking a sip of my wine. "So how was your week?"
"Good," she nodded. "Not many sick kids, which is good. But that will change once flu season starts. How was yours?"
"Long. I had absolutely no note-worthy surgeries. And your friend is starting to follow me with her eyes everywhere I go," I laughed.
"Cristina?" she laughed. "I told her to leave you alone. She hasn't said anything to you, has she?"
"Not yet, but I think her looks alone are enough to scare me," I said.
She giggled as she sipped at her wine. "She tells me the nurses are all madly in love with you. Should I be worried?"
I laughed. "No Mer, giggling nurses have never really attracted me. I'm a much bigger fan of giggling pediatrician assistances."
She blushed at that and then took another bite at her lamb. "I wish I could cook like this."
"I can teach you if you want," I offered, thinking of how much more fun cooking would be with Meredith by my side. Although I wasn't sure how many lessons would actually take place, it would be fun.
"I don't know," she said slowly. "Izzie has tried to teach me numerous times. We usually end up very angry at each other."
"I have ways of making it fun that Izzie couldn't even imagine," I flirted, raising my eyebrows at her.
"Oh, and what exactly did you have in mind, Dr. Shepherd?" she flirted, saying my name in an extremely erotic way that sent shivers up and down my spine.
"It's secret, Ms. Grey," I whispered, leaning over the table slightly.
"When do you think I could get my first lesson," she murmured, and I suddenly felt her foot rubbing my leg, lifting my pant leg slightly. I wasn't sure when she had taken off her shoes, but frankly, I didn't care as she continued to move her foot further up my leg.
I dropped my fork on my plate, my appetite for anything but her completely forgotten. "Now," I said, my voice sounded husky. "Now would be good."
She suddenly stood up and walked over to the foil covered baking pan, taking the foil off and breaking apart a cupcake, walking over to me, situating herself on my lap. "You know what I read about chocolate today?" she asked.
"What did you read about chocolate today?" I asked, my voice sounding choked. I wondered where my shy nervous Meredith had gone, but it didn't matter. This Meredith felt good sitting on my lap.
"I heard about it was an aphrodisiac," she murmured as she took a bite of a cupcake. "Would you like some?"
"Mer, I don't think I need an aphrodisiac right now," I choked out, shifting her around in my lap.
She giggled and took some of the icing off the cupcake and smeared a little on my lips with her finger. "Are you sure?" she murmured as she ducked forward, catching my lips with her own, her tongue swirling to get the icing.
I groaned slightly, allowing her tongue entrance into my mouth but she quickly pulled back, looking at the cupcake and frowning slighty at me. "Maybe you're right," I said, my voice coming from deep in my throat.
She offered the cupcake to me, and grabbed my finger, swirling it around the remaining icing and then sucking on my finger, swirling her tongue around the tip of my finger, and then down to the base. She moaned deeply as she looked at me, her eyes looking for my approval as she pulled my finger out of her mouth, and then kissing me deeply. I placed the cupcake on the table and stood up, grabbing her and carrying along with me. Not seperating my lips from hers I carried her to my bed, in a strange replay of the week before. Not watching where I was going I triped one something and we crashed onto the bed, our lips seperating at the impact and laughter errupting as I continued to hold her close. "No interruptions this time?"
"Definitely not," she breathed as she pulled my head down, her still chocolately tongue enticing me with every kiss.
I kissed her deeply, holding her as close to me as possible, only finally coming up for air. "God, you're beautiful," I muttered breathlessly, dipping my head down again to explore the column of her neck with my tongue.
She tipped her head back and arched her hips as I trailed kisses down her neck, occasionally stopping to suck at her neck. "Derek," she moaned.
I pulled back and found the hem of her shirt with my hands, smoothly pulling it over her head, exposing a lacy black bra. It was the last thing I would have expected her to be wearing. I surpressed a groan as my head fell back down, my tongue finding the spot where her neck and her shoulders met, the spot I knew caused shivers to run down her spine. She moaned again, this time her own hands finding my shirt, pulling it over my head and trailing kisses down my chest, until she reached my pants. I had avoided a belt this time, and she seemed grateful for that as her hands undid my jeans. "Condom," she reminded me breathlessly.
I rolled off of her quickly and pulled one from my drawer. In a second I was back on her, my hands clawing desperately at her jeans, the button being stubborn and unwilling to move. Finally it gave and I slipped her pants down slightly, grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me.She gasped at the contact and caught my lips quickly, though I pulled away and pulled her hair, again exposing her neck as I used my free hand to fumble at her bra, letting it fall as she shrugged it off, her breasts against my chest. I leaned down and captured a nipple at my mouth, enjoying her moans. Her hands tangled themselves into my curls as she wiggled out of her pants, gasping as I lightly bit down on her nipple. "Mer," I breathed as she found herself naked beneath me.
She looked at me for a moment, her eyes dark with desire, her entire body pulsing beneath mine. She pulled down my boxer shorts, and I kicked them to the floor, poised above her. She rolled the condom on, her gentle touch causing me to gasp. "Take me, Derek," she murmured in my ear.
"Gladly," I muttered, leaning down and meeting my lips gently with hers as I thrusted into her. My breath hitched in my throat as she fit around me and moaned gently into my mouth. I slowly moved into her as her hands clawed desperately at my shoulders. "Meredith," I muttered.
"Derek, oh," she whimpered with each thrust, her hands pushing down on my back, making me thrust deeper into her. "Derek. Oh god."
"Meredith," I groaned, biting my lip. This was...amazing. I had to concentrate on not finishing yet, on pleasuring her, because god, this felt good.
She continued to claw at me with each thrust, her entire body humming with an anticipated orgasm. I could feel my own orgasm coming, but I needed to stay in her, I needed to stay like this. "Der, Derek," she practically cried, her arms bringing me further into her. This had never felt so good. Never. In all my forty years, this had never felt this good.
"God, Mer," I grunted as I felt a tremor run throught her body pressed so closely to mine. Her eyes flew open as her body tightened around me, the orgasm taking control of her, small noises came through her partially parted lips.
"Derek," she cried out loudly as the orgasm came over her. "Oh god. Derek." She continued to make noises as her body tightened and then relaxed. "Derek. Oh God."
Seconds later I felt my own orgasm coming and didn't bother to hold it back. "Meredith..." I whispered quietly as my body released in her gently quivering body underneath me. "Meredith," I whispered again, collapsing further onto her and not moving from my spot. For the first time in 40 years I understood why the French refered to an orgasm as a small death.
We lay there for a moment, our breaths still coming in small pants, our bodies still damp with sweat. "Wow," she finally breathed. "Remind me to thank Izzie."
"Izzie? I was the one that did all the work!" I complained to her, my voice sounding breathless and awestruck.
"Yeah," she giggled, her breath catching in her throat. "And you did wonderful work, really. But Izzie made the cupcakes."
"How good that was...that had nothing to do with the cupcakes," I laughed, pulling her close to me.
"I don't know, I thought the chocolate frosting helped a little," she smiled as she cuddled into my chest. She fit perfectly. Absolutely perfectly. No one had ever fit into my arms the way Meredith did. She fit everywhere in my life.
And you feel like no one before.