This chapter is pure PWP - because it's been tooooo long


"Dr. Riggs, I have a patient I'd like you to see." Meredith wove her way around a group of nurses, ignoring the knowing looks they were giving her. It was 5 pm, her OR had ended an hour ago and she'd been waiting on Nathan to finish up in his post-op follow up clinic for nearly 20 minutes now. She'd peeked in earlier – he was attentively working with one of the surgical residents, a blonde she didn't recognize.

"Uh, sure! Melissa, are you ok to finish dictating the last few patient notes?" Melissa batted her eyelashes and nodded, her rather large breasts thrust towards him. This was supposed to be a professional setting – Meredith didn't understand why this girl felt the need to wear heels and a low cut, mid-thigh dress to see patients. Nathan handed her the last few patient charts, totally oblivious to Melissa's stare or the way she purposely touched his hand in the transfer. Meredith glared at her, suddenly feeling overprotective. Nathan looked good – really good – the blue button up shirt that she'd always thought accented his shoulders so well and the dress pants that hugged the curve of his ass in a tantalizing way. This surgical intern bimbo apparently agreed.

"Dr. Riggs, I've got patients waiting." She said more tersely, even though she had no such thing. The intern had purposely dropped her pen and was definitely doing some form of the bend and snap. He handed her the last of the patient charts, entirely oblivious to her ploy and they headed towards the exit, Meredith setting a brisk pace.

"Who did you want to talk to me about? I heard there was a guy on your floor with dilated cardiomyopathy who – " He didn't get to finish his sentence as Meredith shoved him unceremoniously into an empty call room.

"There is no patient. I just had to get you away from Melissa before she impregnated herself with all your future children solely through the look she was giving you." She closed the door, automatically locking it, a habit she'd developed over the years of using call rooms for things other than sleep.

"Melissa? Really? Nah she's just eager to learn! She wants cardio and Pearce is too busy to take on interns so I've kinda been tasked with all the mentoring and – " Meredith silenced him with a kiss, making him step back towards the bed.

"Stop talking. Especially about the bimbo." She deepened the kiss, sliding her hands down to the pert ass she'd definitely been checking out since the first day she met him and bringing him closer.

"Are you…jealous?" Nathan pulled away, a mischievous smirk on his face. If someone had told him that Meredith Grey would be jealous of an intern hitting on him a few months ago – he would've thought they were crazy. But here she was – clearly annoyed, her hands roaming his body and causing his dress pants to grow tighter.

"No! I just think she should have some…respect! You have a girlfriend." She punctuated the sentence with a kiss and snaked her hand in between them, giving the growing bulge in his pants a squeeze.

"So you're my girlfriend now? Guess I better get rid of my Tinder, huh?" She shoved him onto the bed, rolling her eyes in response.

"I mean if you want me to be. I haven't had to have this conversation with anyone in a decade, so I'm not sure how things work." She was straddling him, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, using it as a distraction.

"Meredith, I would be honoured to accept your proposal of being my girlfriend." Nathan sat up, sliding her firmly into his lap, grinning ridiculously. She laughed and then leaned forward to kiss him, running her fingers into his hair and tugging gently, making his cock twitch at the memory of the last time she'd done that, when his head had been between her legs.

"Now, what are we doing here? Isn't this…kinda a public space?" Nathan was slightly confused as to why they were in the call room. Neither of them was on call. He also would definitely need a moment before he could go anywhere, if they were planning on heading back to his place – she'd worked him up enough that he was already hard, the outline obvious in his thin dress pants.

"What do you think we're doing here?" He really could be quite dim sometimes, she thought. She ditched her scrub top, revealing a lacey, translucent bra. She hadn't even picked this out for this purpose – it was laundry day and she was feeling lazy. But she had been thinking about this since her OR ended – while waiting for him, her mind had wandered and she'd worked herself up re-running their recent escapades through her head. Maybe that's why she'd been so worked up about Melissa.

"We're gonna…do it in the call room?" In all the hospitals Nathan had worked, before his military training, the call rooms were strictly reserved for…being on call. Most of those times he was on call, he was too tired to even think about sex!

"Yeah! You've never…?" Meredith couldn't remember a time before call room sex. It was just a normal part of her hospital experience – after all, why wouldn't you use a secluded, locked room full of beds to have sex?

"No! I mean people joked about it, but I didn't think that was actually a thing!" She'd pushed him down on his back again and was making quick work of his shirt. He moved to undo his zipper, wanting to free his growing erection, but she swatted his hand away.

"Welcome to Grey-Sloane – where it's definitely a thing." She leaned forward, kissing him first before trailing the kisses along his jaw line.

"This was definitely NOT in the welcome package." He closed his eyes as she finally undid his pants, his cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly as he groaned.

"I mean, it's probably a good thing Bailey didn't include this." Meredith laughed as he shot her a look that clearly indicated he wanted no mention of his boss in this moment. He could feel her hot breath on his sensitive head, the urge to wrap his hands in her hair and guide her down was strong.

"Oh God you're so good at that." She'd finally wrapped her mouth around him, taking him nearly to the base. He was impressed – he'd gathered from the women that he'd been with through the years that he was fairly well endowed and this particular skill wasn't in everyone's repertoire. He looked down, catching her eye as she used her hand to stroke the part of him that couldn't fit in her mouth. He noticed her other hand was lower, silently working at her clit while she bobbed her head, the wet sucking sounds filling the room.

"How about you have some fun too?" He sat up, her mouth coming off of him with a wet pop. He guided her on top of him, motioning for her to turn around.

"I haven't done this since I was in college." She said as she realized what he was doing.

"We are all about trying new things today – so why not 69 in a call room." Before she could reply, he sucked her clit into his mouth, noticing how wet she was already. She moaned loudly, forgetting where they were for a moment. Her hips instinctively lowered further onto his face as he scraped his teeth against her swollen clit. She'd actually always been shy about this position – after all, it was pretty compromising. But she wasn't thinking about that at all in this moment, feeling her wetness run down her thighs as he expertly used his tongue on her most sensitive parts.

"I should probably…contribute." She gasped as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside of her, her wetness audible. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, now leaking copious precum, helping her stroke him. She sucked his head into her mouth, running her tongue along the thick ridge and then trailing down to the pulsing veins on his shaft. He felt warm and velvety in her mouth, reminding her of why she enjoyed doing this so much in the past.

"So…close." He grunted as she continued her ministrations, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She was riding his face in earnest now, one of his calloused hands on her hip guiding her movements. He loved how unabashed she was, how amazing she tasted, that she was letting him do this with no second thoughts.

"Where…can I…" He'd learned back in high school it was always polite to ask, having experienced the wrath of a girl when you just assumed. She didn't say anything but started to speed up her pace, her lips growing tighter around his shaft and her hands making quick work of his swollen balls. He turned his attention back to her clit, knowing she was close by the shaking of her thighs and her moans, muffled by his cock.

"Ahhh!" She was ready for his release, slowing as he filled her mouth. She followed the twitches of his hips, swallowing every last drop. She gave him a few slow tugs as he started to soften, causing him to cry out further in pleasure.

"You've been having orgasms all week. Where did all of that come from?" She turned herself around, straddling his half-hard cock, enjoying the view – he looked spent, his brow coated with sweat, his face glistening with her own pleasure and hair tousled.

"You're making me so horny all the time, apparently my body is reacting." He pulled her down beside him, running his hands across her nipple and pausing to tug on it gently, much to her pleasure.

"We're not done." He whispered in her ear, his hand sliding down between her legs, where she was still throbbing with need. He slipped two fingers inside, curling them upwards while his thumb worked on her clit. He took a nipple in his mouth, circling and toying with the hard nub.

"Tell me what to do." She knew herself best, he reckoned and he was keen to learn.

"You're doing a great job on your own." Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in pleasure.

"I wanna do better." He said, knowing she was close but not quite there yet.

"Use your mouth. On my clit. Yeah – like that but harder – yeah oh God." He was following her instructions to a tee. Sliding a sticky finger out of her, he trailed down lower, circling her back entrance silently, awaiting her reaction.

"Yeah…do it." She moaned, spreading her legs to give him better access. Meredith had done that with Derek before – of course, while drunk the first time, but the next time, on his birthday, it had been her idea while entirely sober. Now as Nathan used his wet finger to gently enter her, she remembered how much she liked this.

"Don't stop." She gripped his hair, keeping him where she wanted him. With his mouth on her clit and his finger working her back entrance, she could feel her orgasm building.

"Come for me, Mer." His words took her over the edge, the spasms of pleasure rocking her body. She cried out, burying her face into a pillow to stifle her moans. He stayed with her, the rocking of her hips guiding his movements until she finally stilled, her body sated and her mind blown.

"Ok, I endorse this use of call rooms. Excellent choice, Grey Sloane." He came up to lay beside her, exhausted and happy.