PURE PWP - because it just felt right ;)


Like clockwork, Nathan woke with a start at promptly 6 am. He didn't even need an alarm anymore – his combined years training in medicine and then the army had resulted in an internal clock that was freakishly precise.

The first thing he noticed was Meredith splayed across his chest, managing to migrate almost entirely to his side of the bed, her breasts pressed into his chest and her hands carelessly close to his crotch. She'd lost her shirt some time during the night, her naked body splaye across him. The second thing was the tightness of his briefs, his cock hard and straining. He closed his eyes, trying to conjure the foulest surgical images he could think of – this typically did the trick for even his most stubborn morning wood. Meredith sighed contently in her sleep, her hands drifting absentmindedly, resting on his waistband. He didn't think it was possible, but he felt himself get harder.

"What are you doing to me?" Nathan muttered to himself, smoothing Meredith's hair off her face as he watched her sleep. He didn't want to wake her, knowing she needed sleep, but he had to try and extract himself from this before he embarrassed himself. He was pretty sure he'd lose significant street cred if Meredith woke up and found him cleaning up from an unprovoked wet dream.

"Still got the stealth, Riggs." He praised himself, remembering all the times this particularly skill had come in handy during medical school, when he'd bedded his fair share of future surgeons. He waddled quietly into the shower, hoping the cold spray would calm him down. He'd woken up with plenty of boners before, but nothing like this - this was as bad as his first tour in the army, when lack of privacy and female companionship had made him revert back into a teenager.

The spray of the shower hit him full force, making him yelp inadvertently. He adjusted the temperature, running his hands through his hair, reminding himself of the way Meredith had grabbed it last night, guiding his face between her legs. This only worsened the situation, sending more blood to down south, his erection now even more unignorable. He couldn't take it anymore – grabbing his cock in his hand, the first stroke eliciting a groan he tried to stifle. This wasn't going to take long, he thought, closing his eyes and plays the scene from last night in his head, before Maggie interrupted.

"Can I help?" His eyes snap open, dick still in hand. Meredith smirked, her naked form peering from behind his shower curtain. He felt a slow blush creep across his face – he'd actually never been caught like this before. Even as a youngster, when his hand was on his dick more often than not, he was always careful not to get caught. He'd come close a few times in the army, but he'd rarely let himself get too caught up in the moment, ears always piqued for the sounds of nearby footsteps.

"Oh God – uh sorry…did I wake you?" He stuttered, eliciting a laugh from Meredith.

"Nah, woke up on my own. I heard the shower and figured I'd come join you." She climbed into the shower with him, turning up the water from the frigid temperature he'd set for himself.

"Show me how you do it." She whispered in his ear, guiding her hand back down to his throbbing cock. "I like watching you."

"Yeah?" He asked tentatively, letting her guide his hand. He'd never done this in front of someone before. He took over as her hand moved away, restarting the rhythmic strokes down his hardness, tentatively at first. But soon, his brain fogged and he became lost in his pleasure, his shyness dissipating and his hand beginning to work in earnest.

"What do you think about?" Meredith was mesmerized, watching the shower spray run down his torso, the rivulets of water trailing down his abs to where his hand was making quick work of his thick cock. There was something about being a voyeur in this private moment that made the heat grow between her own legs.

"You." Nathan replied simply, not able to add much more, his voice strained.

"Tell me more." The sound of her voice brought him back to the moment, his eyes meeting hers as she knelt down to her knees, eye level with his crotch.

"Tell me and I'll help you." Meredith's voice was thick with lust, her lips floating a hair's breath from the tip of his cock. She looked positively evil, her hands stroking his inner thighs and staying pointedly away from anywhere even close to where he wanted them.

"Ah I guess…oh God…I think about this…a lot…" He was trying to form words, but she'd wrapped her lips around hip now, sucking on his sensitive tip while her blue eyes remained glued to his. He paused to catch his breath, promptly causing her to move her mouth away from him.

"You gotta keep talking Riggs. Or do you not like it when I do that?" Meredith smiled innocently, her hands dancing dangerously close to his balls but never lingering for longer than a second before trailing away.

"Okay…oh…you're killing me Grey." She was back at it now that he'd started talking, her hand wrapping around the base of his member as she slid more of him into her mouth. She was so good at this; he couldn't stifle his moan and he seriously hoped his neighbors didn't share a bedroom wall with him. Her eyebrow lifted slightly, her lips starting to pull away from his cock at his lack of comprehensible speech.

"Oh God, don't stop I'll talk." He hissed, thankful when she begins to pump her hand again, lips working on him and eliciting an involuntary, small thrust of his hips.

"I think about you wrapping your lips around my cock, like this and finishing me off 'til I explode in your mouth. Or – ugh – fucking you…I think about that a lot. Grabbing you from behind, sliding into you – you're already wet and ready for me and – " She cuts him off before he can continue, her lips pressing against his. He didn't even realize she'd come up – he'd been so lost in what she was doing to him. His hands grab at her, roughly picking her up and against the wall of his shower. The water is getting cold again, but he doesn't notice.

"Now you don't have to think about it anymore." She nips at his earlobe as she whispers, her voice cracking as his fingers get to her clit, her wetness coating his fingers. He slides two in, feeling little resistance as her hips buck into his hand. Meredith groans, remembering the orgasm she didn't get to have last night.

"I think about you when I play with myself too." She says, enjoying the pure lust that crosses his eyes when she tells him that. It's true – the first time he'd wandering into her private thoughts was month's before she jumped him in the parking lot, back when she was hating him for Owen's sake. She'd been surprised, but in the heat of the moment dismissed it as a random glitch in her brain, casting any and every hot blooded male in her life as the main character. Now, she realized her most primal desires had long preceded her feelings.

"Aren't you happy we don't have to just imagine it anymore?" He says, his fingers sliding out with a wet pop, much to her dismay. She doesn't get a chance to answer, as he slides his cock into her in one fluid stroke, eliciting a scream as her fingers claw into his back. She relishes the feeling of him, the angle he's chosen hitting her sweet spot perfectly.

"This is so much better than I imagined." she says as he settled into a rhythm that's making her hips twitch. His one arm keeps them upright against the shower wall, while his other hand snakes down between them, finding the hard nub of her clit. She's close – he can tell by the way her body is quivering around him, the way her hands have fallen to his hips and are guiding him to go faster, harder. His own orgasm is just at the brim as well, fueled by the mewls she's making.

"I'm…oh…." She breathily gasps, unable to finish her sentence as the first contraction hits her, her pleasure making her vision go blurry and her body limp. He holds her against the wall, letting her ride out her convulsions, keeping his composure. When her orgasm passes, she noticed he's still hard, inside of her, throbbing with his own impending release.

"Can…can you finish me off?" He's not used to asking her for things yet. But the moment feels right – she wanted to know what he thinks about and this is his favourite fantasy. He eyes her nervously, watching as the bliss from her orgasm slowly fades. She leans forward to kiss him, tongue parting his lips as her hips tilt to slide him out, her body missing the intrusion almost immediately.

"I'm all about making your fantasies come true today, Nathan." Her voice is grumbly with desire and he has to close his eyes for a moment to stop himself from blowing. She slides back down to her knees, stroking him once before taking the tip into her mouth, her head beginning to bob around him.

"Oh – now – I'm – ahh!" He knots his fingers into her hair, trying to give her warning. She's ready for him when he explodes, taking him deep into her mouth and riding out his orgasm as he tosses his head back and lets out a final groan.

"That was downright dirty." It's Meredith who speaks first, standing up and turning up the shower back to hot, impressed they haven't gone through all the water yet. He nods, his body drained from pleasure and his mind sated. He tries to remember the last time he'd been this happy at 6 am, as Meredith ducks under the water.

"Grey, I don't think I can work with you anymore. Pretty sure they're not going to be too impressed with me at work considering I'm going to now have a constant hard-on every time I see you." She laughs, rolling her eyes but smiling at him, making him feel like the damn luckiest man alive.