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And now for something more sensual...the rest of the evening for Meredith and Derek, starting with dessert and moving on sharing confidences in the dark, learning more of the backstory for both of them. Read...enjoy...review!
Chapter Eighteen - Dessert First...Shared Confidences Later
Meredith turned as Derek joined her in the kitchen. "There, all done. No more threat to your feline protector," he said, moving closer to her. "Now, where were we?"
She leaned back against the counter, welcoming his hands on her. He rested them lightly on her shoulders, rubbing the silk along her skin. "I think you were kissing me…" she prompted, her pulse jumping.
"Yes, I believe you're right," he agreed, re-claiming her mouth softly at first. Then deepening it, tongue searching for hers in a slow, drugging kiss that seemed endless. Meredith surrendered fully, pulling him closer. She had discovered that Derek loved kissing her, loving taking his time to enjoy her response, as if he could stay like this forever. And she loved the way he kissed her, so slow and languidly erotic. Some of the kisses were deep and sensual, and then he would back way, pressing fleeting kisses along her jawline, and her temple, before taking her lips again.
His hands always found their way into her hair, twining into the strands, keeping her close. All of his actions were unhurried, giving her more pleasure than ever before, and it left her feeling more desired and aroused than with any other man. Derek truly enjoyed the art of seduction, the sensual play between them, and she tried not to think about the other women he'd been with before her that might have enjoyed this same loving. Other women who may have taught him how to make love with abandon, while making sure he gave them just as much pleasure as possible.
Derek raised his head, gazing at her with drowsy, half-lidded eyes. His body was pressed against hers, and she could feel the hot, hard length of him demanding attention. Without a word, he lifted her easily onto the counter, moving between her legs. His hands on her thighs, thumbs rubbing insidious circles over the soft denim, moving closer to where she ached.
Meredith reached for the buttons on his shirt, anxious to touch him. Her breathing quickened, as she was caught in the unwavering desire in his eyes. "I want you more than ever, Derek," she murmured, easing the fabric away from his chest. Running her hands along his skin, loving the way he sucked in his breath at her touch.
"I'm here for you," he said softly, leaning close for another kiss. Parting her lips and taking her tongue with his, sweeping along her mouth the way he intended to be inside of her body. She felt so soft and delicate against him, but he knew there was a core of strength in her that belied her delicate looks. Jack may have thought he had her scared, but Derek knew better.
She sighed happily, leaning back a little on her elbows. His hand trailed along her thighs again, before going to undo the little buttons on her blouse. As the silk fell away from her, his palms moved over the lace and satin covering her breasts, feeling the nipples harden further with his touch. He lowered his head, licking the exposed skin of her breasts, stroking a wet path over one and then the other. Searching for the nipples beneath the bra, wanting to tease the little nubs into harder peaks.
Meredith arched up to his mouth, eyes closed, as he took his time with her. Oh yes, but he had a talented mouth, sending hot aching need to her clit just with the stroke of his tongue. His fingers teased the zipper of her jeans down, letting her hips lift to help him slide the material away from her body. Leaving her in the white silk panties, already damp with her arousal. His thumb slid beneath the silk, finding her own slick skin, just as silky. Meredith whimpered in delight, as he kissed his way down her abdomen, across her navel, and then to the edge of the material. Then he paused, deliberately tormenting her, his breathing warm on her damp skin.
"Oh, god…Derek…don't stop there…" she begged him breathlessly.
"I think we need to move somewhere more comfortable, don't you?" he asked, but he kissed the trembling inner thigh, his tongue darting along her skin. "You're so wet and ready, though…" His tongue danced higher, tasting the sweetness of her desire, inhaling the scent of her need.
"Tease…" she moaned, her legs moving wider.
"Want to be a little crazy?" he asked, his voice warm and low. "I just don't want to hurt you."
"Never…you would never do that."
"Never…" He gathered her up in his arms, and held her against him. Her legs went around his waist, her breasts crushed his chest. Again, his mouth found hers, tongue tracing her bottom lip, setting off more shivers along her spine. "Let's have a little fun," he murmured, his eyes glinting in amusement, as he disentangled himself from her gently.
"What are you planning?" she giggled, watching him cross the room to the fridge.
"You'll see," he replied, checking the freezer. "Aha…just what I was looking for." He pulled out a container of ice cream, winking at her as he grabbed a spoon. "We may not be having dinner yet, but we can have dessert first."
"How decadent," Meredith agreed, realizing where he was going with this.
Derek offered her a spoonful of ice cream, letting her savor the chilly sweetness. Her tongue curled around the spoon suggestively, as he fed her another little scoop. With a wicked little smile, she snagged the container from him, dipping her fingers into it and smearing some across his chest. She leaned closer to lick it away from him, letting her tongue drag slowly over his skin. Derek drew in a sharp breath, in response to the combination of the cold ice cream and her warm little tongue.
"Two can play that game, honey," he warned her, taking a spoonful and letting it slide down her breast. She gasped in delight, slowly removing the bra, letting her breasts free for his touch. Another little trickle of icy cold moved down her other breast, and she relaxed backwards again. Derek licked the cold trail down to her nipple, capturing it between his teeth, savoring the sweet taste on her skin. He reached for another spoonful and let it drip down her stomach, where it melted against the warmth of her skin, a small trail inching between her legs. She moaned as the cold hit her, in contrast to the hot throbbing that started to take hold of her. Then his mouth was on her, tongue lapping the cream, teasing her sensitive skin at the same time. His fingers snagged the little scrap of material, and he eased it away from her, leaving her naked for him.
This time he took a mouthful of ice cream, letting it cool his tongue, before he kissed her damp skin. Meredith whimpered at the touch, the cool sensation of his tongue invading her heat, making her hips rise to meet him. Her fingers wrapped in his hair, as she urged him with her body to keep going. Pure pleasure erupted in her, peaking in sudden climax that left her shaking and breathless. "Don't stop…please Derek…oh my GOD!" Just as she was sure she was finished, he stroked her again, his fingers gliding into her, and she lost herself in another wave of bliss.
Derek finally backed away, licking the last remaining smear of ice cream from her, dragging his tongue back up along her torso, to capture her mouth again. His own body was taut with desire, holding her closely, loving the feel and the taste of her. "Meredith…"
"My god, Derek…you have the most talented mouth…I swear…" she sighed, trying to regain some sanity. Her head fell against his chest, and she could hear the rapid beat of his heart there, reassuring her.
"And we're not finished yet," he assured her, swinging her easily into his arms. "This was just the appetizer, and I'm ready for the main course, aren't you?" He carried her towards the bedroom, where he laid her down gently on the fluffy goosedown duvet that covered the large bed. Meredith pulled at him, needing more of him, and he landed half on top of her. Their bodies tangled together, his jeans rubbing against her, as she giggled softly. This time he kissed her harder, turning her giggles into moans, his fingers tweaking her nipples. He traced his way down her chest to her breasts, tongue lazily rolling around her nipples, biting and teasing while she sighed in satisfaction. She arched up to meet his mouth, fingers in his hair. Derek cupped her breasts, assaulting them with his tongue and fingers, taking his time again. All she could do was gasp and arch her back, hungering for more. She could feel his hard cock pressing tight against her, through the fabric of his jeans, and she felt suddenly drenched with her desire for him, anticipating the feel of him inside of her. She stroked his back, her nails scratching lightly, sliding down to his waist. Derek lifted his gaze to her, and she felt totally lost in the intimacy of the moment. "Don't stop there…"
"How can I stop when I have such a tempting woman here with me?" he growled, kissing the soft skin on her belly, licking the remains of the ice cream from her skin. The desire was curling through her now, pulsing and throbbing in her clit. Then Derek increased the tempo of his kisses, moving a little faster, kissing a little harder, as his own arousal grew. She whimpered as he slid his finger along the inside of her thighs, and up into her wet, waiting warmth. Her breath was stolen for a moment and she let her legs fall open for him to find more of what he was searching for. He teased her clit, before sliding his tongue deeper again, making her writhe and pant. Her skin was flushed and moist from the heat of their passion, and she started to lose herself in the climax again.
This time she pulled him closer, kissing him, as she pulled at the zipper on his jeans, impatient to have him naked with her. He managed to disentangle himself from her, standing up to drop the jeans to the floor. Meredith looked up at him, as he stood there for a moment, suddenly overwhelmed by the want she felt for him. By the warmth and desire that they shared. She reached her hand out to him, and he lowered himself down to her with a small groan.
His pulse raced, as her hand sought his swollen cock. Slowly, achingly, she trailed her fingers along his length, and back up over the top. Rubbing her thumb along the tip, so that he closed his eyes at the sensation. "I want to taste you now…" she whispered, easing him backwards, moving over him. "Too bad we don't have that ice cream…" she teased.
"Thank god…" Derek groaned, and then all thought left him, as she put her lips against him. Taking him in her mouth, her tongue driving him mad, as she lovingly stroked him. She wanted to take him to the same heights as he'd done for her, giving him as much pleasure as possible.
His hips bucked, feeling her tongue and her teeth on him, lost in the pure sweetness of her. So close, he was so close to the edge of losing control, and he put his hand out to her. "Wait…god, I want to be inside of you…now, baby…" he urged, moving her backwards, sliding between her legs. "I want to watch you come…"
Meredith opened herself to him, welcoming the hard slide of him into her. Jolts of molten heat started in her core, and she took him in slowly, sensuously. She seemed more aware than ever of her body, of the pleasure they gave each other, feeding the craving that they could satisfy. Little spasms of climax rippled through both of them, as she clenched around him, pulling him deeper than ever. His mouth met hers again, kissing her hard, tongue and teeth and low panting groans, as he thrust into her.
"Damn…shouldn't be so fast…" Derek panted, trying to control the pace, watching her face as she rocked against him.
"I'm okay…don't stop…harder…" she begged him.
"Sure…? " He couldn't put anything more coherent together.
Meredith nodded, squeezing around him again, and it was all it took to make him drive faster again, feeling her climax pulsing, pulling him with her. Watching her face as she came, loving the look of pleasure suffuse her features, her eyes on his as well. His growl of satisfaction matched her moans, at the fever pitch of their climax, and they rocked together, hearts beating faster, both of them spent and sweaty.
Derek held himself over her, braced on his forearms, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her lips. Still fused together, bodies touching everywhere, Meredith was too content to move a muscle. This moment was the best, feeling content and cared for, in ways she never realized she wanted. She touched his cheek, where the black stubble was already rough, tracing her fingers along his mouth. "Derek…"
"Hmm….?" He murmured, his eyes dark and warm on her.
"You make me happy, being with you makes me happy," she whispered. "Not just this, but everything…and you haven't pushed for anything more than I was ready to give you. You've been so strong for me, you've given me the courage to move ahead when I thought I couldn't."
Derek tilted his head, listening to her. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, kissing her temple. "You were already strong, you just needed some time to recover. I'm not a saint, Meredith, but I was willing to wait for you no matter what it took."
Meredith giggled softly. "Well, no saint has a mouth for kissing like you do," she pointed out.
"Oh, I like that," he laughed, raising one eyebrow, and kissing her, just to prove how sinful his mouth could be...
Much later, Meredith snuggled against Derek, her hand resting on his abdomen. He moved the pillows, and supported himself with one arm propped behind his head, facing her in the dim light. Stormy jumped up to join them, turning in a little circle before curling into a ball at the foot of the bed.
"I could spend all night here, just taking my time to find out what else you like," Derek murmured, touching her softly. Tracing one finger along her ribcage, hearing her little intake of breath. Moving lower again, along her hip, where he paused, touching the little mark there. "You know...I've been consumed with curiosity about this..." he asked, giving her a little smile.
"Oh...that..." Meredith flushed, looking at the little tattoo on her hip. The fanciful butterfly was lavender, with lacy black wings, poised delicately on her skin.
"Mmmhmmm, that..." he murmured, leaning down to inspect it. His tongue danced lightly along the edges, sending little shivers along her spine at the touch. "I wanted to tell you how much I liked it, but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to say anything. Is there a story behind this?"
Meredith caught her lip in her teeth, a little sigh in her throat. "Oh, well...kind of."
"Can you tell me?"
She placed her hand over his, where it rested on the tattoo. "My mother…I got it to remind me of her."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"No, you've shared so much with me already, Derek. I realize I haven't said much about my past, other than with Jack."
Derek kissed her temple, as she settled against him again. "I'm listening."
"My parents split up when I was very young. My father just disappeared one day, never came back. My mother told me he was working in another city, and couldn't come home, but as I grew older, I realized she was just saying that to make me feel better. Kids figure it out after awhile, and I had a hard time at school, being from a broken home. When I was growing up, it wasn't as common as it is today, after all.
"Mom was a school teacher, and an avid gardener, she loved being outside tending to her flowers, as much as possible. She put in a butterfly garden, with the best flowers to attract them, and she was happiest there. Then when I was eighteen, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and it was far too late to do anything to save her. It spread quickly, so fast that she was dead within six months. The only solace she had was to watch the butterflies outside her window, and I did my best to keep up the garden for her. Me, with no green thumb," Meredith sighed softly. "When she died, I sold everything, packed up and moved here to work, and put myself through beauty college. As soon as I had some extra cash, I got the tattoo to remind myself of her, and what she loved."
Derek kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "I'm sorry. No wonder you didn't want to talk about it."
Meredith lifted her face to him. "I never told Jack, or even Alex. You're the only person who knows. I think Jack figured it was just for fun, he even said it was kind of trampy for a woman to have a tattoo, especially there."
"It's not, it's sweet and it's sexy. I like it – don't ever change anything about yourself for me."
"Okay, I'm glad I told you then." Meredith kissed him, reaching up to his hair, loving the thick feel of it under her fingers. Then she encountered something sticky at the back of his head, and she frowned. "What the hell is in your hair, Derek?"
He groaned. "Damn fake blood…I thought I had it all washed out of there…thank god I'm nearly done with this film," he sighed, thinking of the long day he'd just finished. "I don't need any more gore and guts on me for a long time. I'm getting tired of the crap sometimes..."
"Hmmm...and having fake sex?" Meredith teased him gently.
"You're not jealous, are you?" he asked, shifting to look at her. "You know it doesn't mean anything."
Meredith considered for a moment, trailing one fingertip along his ribcage, making him suck his breath in. "Just a job, right?"
"Seriously, Meredith, you are the only woman in my life now," he assured her softly, catching her hand and pulling her under the crook of his arm. "From the moment I saw you, that was it for me. Even though I was with Morgan, I couldn't stop thinking about you - and I hated being dishonest to her. It was obvious to both of us I think that we needed to break up.
"I've never been the kind of guy to sleep around. I admit, after my marriage ended, I was kind of lost, probably did some things I shouldn't have. But even my friend Mark likes to kid me about my 'serial monogamy' as he calls it." He paused, lost in thought.
Meredith bit her lip, waiting for him to continue. He hadn't said anything much about his ex-wife before, and she hadn't pressed him. She knew the basic details that were common knowledge, figuring if he wanted to tell her he would in time. This night seemed to be one for sharing confidences somehow, the two of them cocooned in bed, the rest of the world shut out.
"Roxanne helped me at a time I needed direction, and I'm grateful for that much. But in the end, she was too controlling, combined with being too needy. I had to leave before it consumed me." His eyes closed, and Meredith felt a wave of sympathy for him. "So, I can certainly understand how your relationship with Jack must have been in some respects. Roxanne made me pay, emotionally and financially, for a long time..."
"God, I'm sorry. I had no idea," Meredith whispered, reaching up to kiss him gently.
Derek shrugged a little. "It's all over now, thank god. I just wanted you to hear it from me, rather than Jack. He would love to twist the story around to suit himself, I'm sure. Roxanne cried on his shoulder a few times, I'm afraid, so who knows what shit she told him."
Before Meredith could say anything else, Derek leaned in to kiss her, with a deep, soul searching intensity. Cupping her cheek, his tongue caressing hers, so sweetly it nearly made her weep. They were both scarred by broken promises and bad relationships, and they survived to be together here.
When he released her lips, Meredith took a deep shaking breath. "Derek...there's something I need to say. I think it's been something I realized before, but I was afraid to put it in words, afraid it was too soon." He found himself holding his breath, as she laced her fingers with his. "I've fallen in love with you, Derek Shepherd, in a big way. It's a little scary, to put myself out there again, but I trust you. This feels right, being with you, loving you..." She pressed her lips against his, with a little whisper of a sigh. His arms moved around her, holding her tightly, meshing their bodies together.
"I love you, Meredith," he said, inbetween kissing her again and again. "I loved you from the start." He couldn't keep the grin from his face, as he held her closer, feeling happier than ever at that moment.
From his spot at the foot of the bed, Stormy groomed his face, licking one paw delicately as he regarded the couple entwined beneath the duvet. He settled down again, purring loudly, as if giving his own feline approval, tucking his feet beneath him and closing his eyes.