Meredith woke the following morning, still snuggled with Derek, she was completely laid back. She could see a faint ray of sunshine peeking through the slightly parted curtains casting onto the floor, indicating that it was still early. Normally she wasn't an early riser, she liked to sleep in. Unlike Derek, he was always up at the break of dawn, either going to the gym for a quick exercise or fishing. They were so different in their likings, of course they both were doctors that was their biggest similarity, other then that they were more different than the same.
He grew up in a loving home, with a mother and father which were happily married, he had four sisters with partners and a bunch of nephews and nieces who all got along. They held monthly meetings and BBQs at his parents' house, she had attended a couple of them, it was always fun seeing the Shepherd family interact. But it also made her more aware of all the things she didn't have, she didn't have loving parent's or siblings. She didn't have a monthly get-togethers; she was lucky if she spoke with her mother on the phone once a month. And when she spoke with her mom it was never about how Meredith was doing, it was about her accomplishments, or rather her lack thereof.
She also never learned how to cook, she could bake an egg and make a grilled cheese sandwich but that was about it. She loved to order take out, the filthier the better, she loved snacks and comfort food. Derek's form of comfort food was eating the fish he had catched or a bowl of muesli. He could cook better than most, he ironed his own cloths, he was well organized and a neat freak in general, all things she simply wasn't. It wasn't that she minded, she was perfectly comfortable the way she was, she didn't mind the scattered moving boxes around her home or the dishes in the sink.
He also looked after his body and mind, his hair was always perfectly styled, his clothes were wrinkle free, you wouldn't spot him with a stubble or dirty nails. No everything was perfected; he didn't have any exterior flaws. If he got stressed, which barely happened, he would do mindfulness. Meredith on the other hand always had stains on her clothes, toothpaste on her chin, tangles in her frizzy hair and she would shave her legs when she felt like it not when it was needed. She was the Anti-Derek in all possible ways. If things didn't go as planned, she would grab a bottle of tequila and drank away her sorrows.
During her relationship with Fin, she always had the feeling that she had to improve her natural being for him to remain content. She always had to stay focussed, she couldn't completely relax. In a lot of ways Fin was like her mother, both weren't easily satisfied. They would find things for Meredith to improve and they weren't afraid to tell her how she needed to do that. Fin and her mother were confident and stubborn, and even though she could be stubborn herself, they were way more persistent than she was.
Being with Derek was different, it always had been, he was her anchor. Her rock and stability. He treasured her with all her flaws, never in their friendship had he mentioned for her to change anything about her. But would you ask friends to change? Of course not, she wouldn't ask Cristina or Izzie to change, they were perfectly fine the way they were. Because they were her friends and she appreciated the way they were. When they would get annoyed, they would ignore each other a couple of days and then they would go back to their basis of friendship. What would happen now that Derek and her had changed the dept of their friendship. It was only a matter of time before he would want her to change, before he would get irritated by her ways. When he would notice she wasn't adjustable he would leave her. And then there would be nothing left, then he couldn't be her knight in shining whatever anymore, and she was back on her own once again.
'It's too early to worry, Mer.' he wrapped his arms a little tighter around her body and gave a soft squeeze.
'How did you know I was awake?' she questioned.
'Your snoring stopped about fifteen minutes ago.' he let out a small chuckle.
'I do not snore..' she answered agitated. Swapping away his arms, turning to lay on her back.
He let out a throaty laughter. 'You do actually, it's quite fascinating how such a noise can come from such a little person.'
'Yeah, well it also quite fascinating how such a bad smell can come from such a clean person.' she said sniffing him.
'Hmm, is it slightly funky or disco funky?' he asked, smelling his armpit.
'Definitely disco funky..' she answered laughing.
'Now, that is something we can't have, can we?' a slight glistering in his eyes.
She shook her head, he jumped out of bed and grabbed her by the waist, lifter her out of the bed.
'Now, I know something that will get us both fresh as daisy.' he laughed and strode to the bathroom with her in his arms.
Letting her slide both feet down to the floor he rummaged through the drawer, finding her a new toothbrush. She took it from him, and started brushing her teeth. She almost chocked when Derek turned around and nonchalantly started to pee into the toilet.
'That is disgusting Derek!' she half spitted, half chocked out.
'What? You have seen me naked but can't handle me taking a piss...ยด he scoffed. Finishing up, washing his hands and also started brushing his teeth.
'Yeez, Derek. You are such a man..' she shook her head, and rinsed her mouth.
Stepping inside his shower, she started the water, letting it get warm before standing under the stream. She could slowly feel her muscles relax under the pressure of the hot water. She hadn't noticed before how her muscles ached from last nights activities, it wasn't that she was actually sore, but she definitely ached in some areas.
Just when she was about to wash her hair, he was behind her, taking the bottle out of her hands.
'Here, let me help you.' he offered softly, squirting some lotion on his hands. She turned around, her front to in the stream of the showerhead, her back facing Derek's front. His hands were gentle but firm, massaging her scalp in soothing motions, his fingertips brushing through her wet locks.
'All set.' he let her know he was finished.
'Thank you.' she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. Then stepped aside so he could stand under the stream. She was facing Derek's back; grabbed some shower foam and pressed her hands on to his back. She started with his broad shoulders, feeling them under her hands, massaging the foam onto him softly. Moving her hands lower, feeling how his back got smaller further down to his waist. He had two small dimples on his lower back, her fingers pressed lightly in to them, earning a small moan of approval from him. Her eyes lingered lower, his ass was firm and nicely shaped, his legs were thick and muscled.
Just when she reached the top of his back again, he turned around, now facing his front, his cock was already hard and jutted forward. She let her hands roam over his chest and arms. Looking up into his eyes, the heat was visible.
'You have no idea what you do to me, Mer.' he breathed out. Closing his eyes when she roamed her hands over the short curls of his tummy, moving to his long length, stroking him softly.
Inching closer to him, her mouth next to his ear. 'I have a slight presumption.' she whispered, gripping his erection a bit firmer. He responded by grabbing her bottom, pushing himself in to her.
'Ready to cross off position 4 and 5?' he questioned. When she gave a small nod, he quickly opened the door of the shower, grabbing a condom out of the drawer below the sink.
'Prepared much, huh.' she laughed.
'What can I say, I aim to please.' he answered laughing. 'Will you do the honours sweetheart?' passing the condom to her. She opened the condom and rolled it over his shaft, giving another stroke over his sheathed shaft.
He lifted her by her waist, her head and shoulders above his. 'Are you wet, Mer?' he questioned.
If she wasn't wet before, his voice, low and husky, did the trick. She let out a breathless yes.
'Good, wrap your legs around me.' he breathed, kissing her breasts which were on eye level for him.
After she obeyed to his request, he spoke again. 'Make it wet for me, Mer.'
She grabbed his length, rubbing his condom covered cock over her dripping slit, wetting him with her arousal. Before lining him up against her opening. A moment later he let her sink down, letting gravity do the work for him, he entered her slowly.
Her core was still sore from the night before, it hurt when he entered her completely, but god did it hurt good. Oh, so good.
'Oh, fuck.' he growled, holding her still for a moment.
She held onto his shoulders, grasping them tightly. He moved his hips up and down, rocking her back and forth on his long length. Deep seated nudges against her womb, causing little spirals of delight to ricochet over her body. His hands were on her bottom, squeezing and holding, while his hips pumped in to her.
'Fuck, baby. Tell me you are close.' he guttered as he took a stumbling step in to wall of the small shower, pushing her against the cold tiles. He gripped her ass hard, his fingers pressing in to her cheeks, he moved her up and down, sliding in and out of her quickly.
'I'm close.' she whispered. Not because it was what he wanted to hear, but because she was. Her whole body was tightening like a coil, dying for her release.
He pressed her harder in to the wall, and began to hammer into her, fast and hard. He couldn't think, his breathing fast and erratic. All he could do was feel the feel the heat of her in his arms, her inner muscles gripping his cock. He rolled his eyes back, trying hard not to...
'Derek!' she screamed, and he felt her squeezing him, with deep milking pulses.
He couldn't hold back anymore, the world disappeared around him. He shot hard, holding her tight, his body pulsing with delicious shudders and strong buzzing sensations. He felt his knees buckle under the pressure of his orgasm.
When their breathing was back to normal, he slowly let her down, her feet touching the ground. Turning the shower off, grabbing a big towel for her, wrapping it around her body quickly. He disposed the condom and grabbed a towel for himself, drying himself off with the speed of light. He turned around, steered them back in to the bedroom and pulled her down with him on the bed, holding her in a tight embrace.