This part is just the morning after... please read the A/N at the end.

Part seven

The painfully bright sunrays that had made their way through the curtains woke her up early, along with her pounding headache. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the morning light. She then closed them again, just a few more seconds and then she'd get up.

It was then that she noticed it. The arm draped over her. The two hairy legs that were tangled up in her own. The warm breath on her neck. And then it all came back to her. Last night at the bar, the flirting with Liam, the evil glares from Derek, kissing Liam, arguing with Derek and... oh God! This was not good. This was so not good. Actually that was a lie. The soreness she felt in certain places did nothing but remind her of very good things, making her feel hot and bothered all over again...

... but No! She had to escape - this was not good. I mean Allie could come in. Oh, god did she actually sleep with Allie's brother? Allie's family was like her own. And if Allie's family was like her own, then that probably meant that last night had been... incestuous and that would be... very very very wrong. They'd probably never want to talk to her again. Probably throw her in jail. Do people go in jail for incest? And did they even lock the door? She couldn't remember. And what if Mrs. Shepherd decided to show up for a visit, like she'd talked about doing soon, and then she'd walk in and see her naked in bed with their son. And Allie. Where was Allie? She remembered her saying last night that she'd go home with Steve, but what if they'd change their minds. No, this was not good at all. She had to get out, like right now!

As she tried to slip away from him it suddenly dawned on her that she couldn't run away without waking him up, with his arm locked around her like that. Like he knew she'd try to run away. It was funny how he managed to see through her every single time. She took a breath, trying to get her head to stop panicking. Once she'd managed to relax a bit she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the way he held her. No one had ever done that before. She'd never felt so good. So safe. Maybe she could just pretend for a few more minutes. Pretend that he was hers. That he'd always keep her safe. Just until he woke up, then she'd deal with the consequences.

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The first thing he noticed when he woke up was her back pressed up against him. Instinctively he tightened his hold on her, afraid that she'd run away if he let her go. His face was buried in her hair, the smell of her intoxicating him. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, adjusting them to the morning sun. He looked down at her. The beautiful freckled button nose, her rosy lips, her honey blonde hair. God, she was amazing. Last night had been like dream. He'd loved the way she moaned when he touched her. The way she screamed his name. The look in her eyes when she came.

He knew that eventually she would wake up. Eventually she would realize that she had slept with her best friend's older brother. She would panic. Avoid. She would tell him it wouldn't happen again. Ever. He knew her. He hadn't known her for long, but he knew her. She had a tendency freaking out. So she'd run away from him the first chance she'd get.

But it wasn't enough. One night, amazing as it was, wasn't enough. He wanted more of her. He wanted to have her again and again and again.

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She was somewhere between awake and sleep but yet she was very much aware of his hand, who had been resting firmly on her stomach, slowly made his way down between her legs. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but when feeling the way his fingertips lightly graze her clit she really didn't care. Her body tingled all over. She felt his warm breath on her neck. Her breath was coming out in short pants as he let his fingers run up and down her folds. He took her ear lope into her mouth, sucking on it before whispering in her ear.

"Wake up," he told her.

"What?" her voice was hoarse as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes," he said biting lightly down on her ear lope as he pushed a finger inside her.

"Oh god!" she gasped as she opened her eyes. His thumb started rubbing her swollen clit as he gently thrust his finger in and out.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The way she bit on her lower lip, the blush in her cheeks, the smoky green in her eyes.

"Meredith!" A voice coming from downstairs caused Meredith to freeze. It was Allie. Allie was home already? What time was it, anyway?

Panic. This was the time for panicking. She should definitely start to panic right now. Except for his hand. His hand that was still inside of her, making it very hard to move anywhere. "I..." she began as she shot him nervous look. "I should...I mean."

"You're not going anywhere," he said in low voice as he pulled is fingers out of her and rolled them over, so that he was on top of her, pinning her between the mattress and his warm body.

"But I... your sister..."

"My sister won't come looking for you in my bed, she saw you leave with someone else," he whispered angrily against her mouth, the memory of her kissing Liam still haunting him.

She swallowed hard as she looked at him. She could see it in his eyes. He was picturing it. She secretly loved how jealous he'd gotten and how possessive he was of her, though she'd never tell anyone that.

Then his mouth came crushing down in her in a bruising kiss. It felt like he was punishing her as he bit and tugged at her lips, claiming them as his, before pushing his tongue inside her mouth. He kissed her hard and desperately, like she'd run away from him if he'd stop.

"I..." she began stumbling over her words again. "Allie... I mean I should...we can't... I'll go."

"No," he dismissed her as he grabbed her left nibble with his mouth sucking on it. She gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure as he bit down on it hard. "I'm not done with you yet," he groaned before positioning himself between her legs. He placed his hands on her hips with a firm grip. Her chest was heaving with anticipation as she felt his hard cock press against her opening.

"Derek!" This time they both froze. Because this time the voice coming from down stairs wasn't his sister.

A/N: So, this is where the a little more angst part of this fic starts, I hope you'll still stick with it even though it's not all bright and shiny. After all a little angst is a part of what makes MerDer so amazing.