Thanks to those of you who let me know you enjoyed the jealous/"I'm not jealous" Derek...and not to worry about Damon...he won't be a problem...just had to throw it in there to incite a little interest! Though you never know if he'll pop up again somewhere... :o)
This is just a short chapter, but it's sweet, giving Derek another glimpse at Meredith's world. Enjoy...reviews always welcomed!
Chapter 18 - "That's my Wife…"
Meredith hurried into the lobby of the hospital, with Derek at her heels. At the same time, Cristina and Izzie skidded inside, both of them just as revved up as Meredith. Derek watched them with interest, amazed at how different Meredith seemed here, in the element she was evidently destined to belong to.
The elevator was quiet as they watched the floors tick by, until they reached the surgical floor. "Just stay back…I can get you to the gallery as soon as I know what's happening," Meredith said quietly to him.
"Absolutely." Derek nodded, as she hurried off, joining the rest of the group around Dr. Bailey. He kept his distance, observing the controlled chaos that was unfolding. He recognized the rest of the former interns in her group, as they expertly began to handle the incoming trauma victims. Dr. Bailey barked orders, yet everyone moved with seeming precision. He was impressed at how Meredith was in complete control of her movements, almost anticipating Bailey's commands. This was a completely different side to her than he was accustomed to seeing. If he had been proud of her before, it increased now.
After awhile, Meredith came back to him, pulling away her gloves and trauma gown. "Okay…we're going to be taking some of these patients into surgery. You can watch, but it's going to be a long procedure. I'll understand if you want to leave at some point."
"I'm going to stay as long as I can," he assured her. "Good luck…"
"Thanks. It's really nasty…I feel so bad for these poor people…" Meredith hustled him along the quiet hallway, towards the door for the gallery above the OR. "I love you…"
"Love you back…" he murmured, slipping into the nearly empty room. A couple of sleepy interns looked up as he entered, and then closed their eyes again. He could see the nurses preparing the room, and he took a seat, fascinated with the whole process. Before long, the patient was wheeled in and the anesthesiologist began his work. Then he watched the various surgeons entering, gowned and masked, but he picked out Meredith immediately. Her eyes shone above the mask, and she glanced up towards him. She nodded at him, before turning her attention to the operation.
Derek settled back into the hard chair, crossing his arms. Meredith was taking her direction from Dr. Bailey, who was leading. Yet he could sense that Meredith was working in tandem with her superior, her nimble fingers handling the instruments just as deftly. Time seemed to stand still, as they worked together to save the patient's life, and he was riveted to the scene. It wasn't until they were ready to close the incisions, that he realized how late it was. A glance at the big clock on the wall indicated it was nearly 4 a.m.
He stretched and yawned widely, before standing up and working out some of the kinks in his back. Meredith glanced up at him then, and the warm look in her eyes above the mask seemed sexy, despite the situation.
"She's good…" one of the interns sitting there observed.
"Her mom was Ellis Grey…one of the greats…she's a natural…" another added. "We should be half as good…"
Derek grinned to himself. "That's my wife…" he said, unable to keep from saying something.
"Awesome…"
"You don't know the half of it…" he grinned, wandering out to the corridor, to wait for her to join him.
Meredith yawned, tired yet happy at how the operation had gone. The patient was doing well, along with the rest of the others that came in earlier. She headed for the waiting room, shaking her hair loose as she went. Derek was stretched out over a couple of hard chairs, resting his head on his jacket, eyes closed.
"Hey sleepy…" she whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Hey…" he murmured, wincing a bit at the kink in his neck. "You're done?"
"You could have gone home, you know…" she said gently, helping him stand up.
"No, I wanted to wait for you." He slipped his arm around her shoulders. "I wanted to tell you how impressed I was tonight. You are an amazing surgeon, just like your boss said at that dinner. You have some special gifts, honey."
"You think? It's just natural…when I get into the OR, everything else slips away, and even though I'm aware of things…my only focus is helping the patient."
"I understand…"
"Then I hope you understand when I say that I'm not going home with you. My shift starts in a little while, so I'm just gonna stay here," Meredith said, looking up at him. "I'll just sleep in the on call room."
Derek raised one eyebrow at her. "Seriously?"
Meredith nodded. "You go home and sleep…you have a busy day too…" She hated to send him home, but she couldn't think of any other option right now.
"I can postpone my court date…it's nothing that can't wait," he said, pulling out his cell phone. "How about I stay with you until your shift begins?"
"I don't know if that's okay…" she started to say, but he silenced her with a quick kiss, before he spoke into the phone to leave a message for his secretary.
"Wendy…please reschedule my morning session due to a personal appointment…I'll be in touch with you later about the rest of my day. Thanks…" He slipped the phone back into his pocket. "Now…where is the on-call room?"
"Are you serious?"
"Would I lie?"
Meredith shook her head at him. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Just want to spend time with my wife…wherever and whenever possible…" he smirked.
"All right…" Meredith took his hand, leading the way to the nearest available on-call room. At this time of the day, many of them were occupied, but she knew this one would be available, close to the surgical floor. She locked the door behind her, as he looked the tiny space over.
"Not a lot of room, is there?" he asked, switching on the small lamp, and checking out the narrow bed.
"No, just enough to sleep," she smiled, leaning back against the door. "You're in my world now, Derek…"
"Good…I like being here with you," he grinned, advancing towards Meredith and putting his hands on her shoulders, drawing her against him. "Do you want to fool around?" he murmured in her ear. His tongue moved wetly from her earlobe to the nape of her neck
Meredith felt the ache in her clit throb at the sudden proximity of his hard body against her. Suddenly the tiredness was gone, wiped out by the desire that bubbled up for him. "I think we should…" she replied softly.
"I could tell…" he murmured, his lips hovering over hers, their breathing uneven.
"Crazy, but I want this…" Meredith giggles, "I want you…" The sexual heat seemed higher than ever, as she played along with him. She twisted her hands in his sweater, pulling him to her, and his mouth found hers, tongue between her lips in an instant. He pressed her backwards, towards the wall, urgent and demanding.
Meredith slid her hands up his torso, feeling the hot skin under her fingertips, the muscles in his back flexing as he moved against her. Derek kissed her throat, teeth grazing her carefully, as she whimpered softly. His hands shoved her top up impatiently, roaming over the edge of her bra, and easing her breasts out against his palms. Her nipples felt hot and swollen already, as he caressed her, his mouth still on hers, demanding more.
"God…Derek…" Meredith gasped, feeling the wetness against her panties, and the hard length of his cock rubbing against her through the thin scrub pants. She wound her leg around him, pulling him against her hips. "Hot…so damn hot…" she murmured, as they come up for air, grinning at each other in the warmth of the tiny room. Without another word, she yanked the top over her head and unsnapped her bra, letting the clothing fall to the floor, as he quickly did the same, stripping hurriedly.
Derek pushed her back onto the small bed, covering her body with his, his mouth everywhere on her heated skin. Her hips rose to meet his, her hands sliding between them to grasp his cock, wrapping around his thickness. "This is so crazy…" she murmured, spreading her legs beneath him.
"I know…" he muttered, as she stroked him. He moved her thighs apart, rubbing the palm of his hand over her wet pussy, the pressure against her swollen clit making her whimper. "You're so wet, Mer…" He slid his fingers along her pink folds, sending her into an orbit of pleasure so sudden it took her breath away. "I love you like this…"
"So, what are you waiting for…Der…I need you…" she begged him. The air in the room seems hotter than ever, as their bodies move together.
"I always need you…" he grinned, "just like this…" And without another word, he moved into her, hard and fast, so that she almost cried out in satisfaction. The climax that had been building to this point took over her body, starting in her clit, racing through her tingling nerves and back again, over and over and over.
"Harder, Der…ohohhhhh…I can take it …oh…harder…" Meredith felt wild and uninhibited, here in this moment, as the bed rattled beneath them. She bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet, before he muffled her moans with his mouth.
Laughing and groaning, almost falling off the edge of the cramped space, Meredith clung to him, drowning in the moment of pure enjoyment. She felt almost dizzy from the intensity, meeting the thrust that she felt was putting him over the edge. Feeling him tense and meeting his eyes then, as he lost himself into her completely.
Derek dropped his head then, catching his breath, before falling down beside her. Meredith curled in beside him, stroking his chest, listening to his heart still racing. "Let's try to get some sleep…" she murmured. "No more sneaky sex…"
"Well, not at the moment anyway…" he said softy, before rolling he over and, giving her a long hot kiss. "I love you, my hot surgeon wife…"
"Love you too, sweetie," she murmured against his chest. The comforting sound of his heartbeat reassured her, as her eyelids drifted shut. Within moments, she succumbed to sleep, held in his arms, warmed and sated.
The loud pounding on the door jolted Meredith out of her sleep, and she sat up quickly. A glance at her watch confirmed she had just enough time to make it to early rounds. She jumped into her clothes, and peeked out the door. Cristina was there, a smirk on her face at seeing Meredith's rumpled clothing.
"I knew you'd be in there…" she said with a grin. "Hope it was worth it…Bailey's gonna be looking for you in about five minutes."
"Thanks, Cris…be right there!"
She slammed the door shut again and turned to Derek. He was sitting up, his sleepy, sexy expression definitely not helping her any. "I have to go…or I'll be late…" she told him, leaning in to kiss him quickly before he could grab her hand. "Talk to you later…!" she called out, before bolting out the door. Then she popped her head back in. "I love you!"
"I love you…now go…"
"Get much sleep?" Cristina asked, as Meredith joined her. "Or is that a silly question?"
"It was enough," Meredith admitted, unable to keep from smiling. "Derek wanted to stay, and who am I to deny my husband?"
"You're hopeless…next thing you'll be having babies, and staying home…"
"I think Derek understands my compulsion to work, especially after watching the surgery last night, but you know…the idea of babies isn't as scary as it was before."
Cristina grabbed Meredith's arm. "Who are you and what have you done with Meredith?"
"Stop it…I don't mean right away…but yeah, someday…" Meredith smiled again, recalling the conversation from the previous evening. "Besides, it would be cute to see Derek being daddy, don't you think?"
Cristina rolled her eyes. "If it makes you happy, then go for it…but I'm not going to babysit for you…"
"Aw, c'mon…Aunty Cris would spoil the baby like crazy…"
This earned another eyeroll. "Aunty Cris, my ass…"