Chapter 2: One Night Stand?

Quickly, they raced out of the club. Weaving in and out of the crowd. His hand resting along the small of her back the entire time. The effects of the alcohol mixed with desire causing her head to spin. She kept expecting her senses to kick in and cause her to stop but as they approached one of the many cabs lined along the sidewalk she only stepped aside as he opened her door and allowed her to sink into the seat of the cab.

Once the cab was in motion Derek smiled as he once again leaned in, his hands enjoying the feel of her hair as it wove around his fingers like silk. He spoke quietly as he buried his face in her hair.

His lips felt like velvet as they moved along her neck. Gently kissing and nipping along her jaw line, behind her ear. He smiled as she squealed when his lips gently sucked and tugged on her small ear lobe. She was sensitive here, and it drove him wild, knowing how much he was turning her on. As his kisses grew deeper, he finally pulled her over so that she was straddling his lap. Brazen from the drinks she consumed, she paid no attention to the cab driver who was finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes on the road.

Meredith straddled Derek. The evidence of his desire riding against her. She smiled as they hit a bump causing her to grind a little against him. Enjoying the moan that filled her mouth as she kissed him, she continued to rotate her hips, teasing him.

"Meredith slow down…"

His words were lost in her kisses as she continued with her plight. Her fingers working the small buttons of his red shirt. "I don't want to slow down." she frowned as she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

Chuckling, he nipped at that full lip as he placed his hands over her hips "Meredith as much as I'm enjoying this…I'd really rather not let the cab driver watch."

The driver scowled as he pulled up to the address he'd been instructed to find. Derek threw him some loose bills and tugged Meredith out of the cab as she suddenly fell into a fit of laughter.

Pausing, Derek watched her, a smirk gracing his chiseled features, "having fun?" he asked as he watched her turn towards him. A huge smile upon her lips as she pulled off her strapy sandals and walked towards him.

"I just feel free."

"Free huh? Is that all your feeling?" his lips once again captured hers as his hands came to rest against her sides. His thumbs brushing the undersides of her full breast. Inching until they brushed against her nipples. The touch sent chills through her body as her nipple budded up and strained against the material of the dress. This was the end of her resolve.

Kissing him deeper, they stumbled up the stairs to his apartment. She could feel him fumbling with the key as she pulled the belt that hugged his waist out of its loops. Her fingers deftly undoing the button of his jeans.

Picking her up he groaned as her legs wrapped around his waist. Leaning her against the wall, his mouth assaulted her. Going from gentle to out of control quickly. Her essence enveloping. Taking over his senses and his mind until the only thing he could think of was having her. Slowly, he lowered her to the ground. Her body sliding against his own as he pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Kisses gentle, soft, nips along her shoulders. Over her the soft globes that pushed over the top of her dress.

"Derek. Oh please…"

Smiling as she pleaded with him. He carelessly pulled the dress over her hips. Stopping as it pooled around her ankles to take her in. She stood before him in heals and a black lace thong. She was amazing…

"Beautiful."

Blushing in the darkness, she wove her fingers through his dark locks as he lowered his head. Nibbling the skin over her belly, he hooked his thumbs into her panties as he slowly peeled the last piece of clothing off her body. Glancing up, he smiled as he leisurely let his tongue dart out and taste her. Tortuously he let his tongue glide along the bare slick folds. His breath sent cold chills through her body as wetness met heat. Her head rested against the wall as he draped one of her thighs over his shoulder.

Exposing her.

Opening her to his gaze, his tongue, his fingers. It was magic, it was amazing…it was too much! Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she whimpered. Small beads of sweat built in her cleavage-along her shoulder blades and the back of her neck as her body soaked in the pleasure. She could feel it building. The colors exploding behind her closed eyes as she rode out her orgasm. Gasping for air, she pulled his head in closer. Eyes rolling back into her head she chanted his name over and over.

Derek smiled. She tasted like he'd imagined. Sweet. Perfection. Smirking he looked up into her heavy laden eyes, "enjoy that did you?"

He was cocky, she'd give him that. Pushing him away she pushed him back until his knees hit the side of the bed. Smiling as she knocked him down onto the fluffy down comforter, she looked up at him with dirty in her eyes. Pulling his jeans and boxers over his lean hips, she smiled as his cock sprung to life, "oh my…" her hand reaching down to grasp it she reveled in the smooth hardness as her fingers feathered over the tip, "that's-impressive."

Derek only laughed, suddenly coming to rest on his elbows as he watched her honey blonde covered head dip to his crotch. Her mouth catching the tip of his cock as she teased it gently with her teeth.

"Oh, Meredith. That's-oh wow!"

She worked her hand over his hardness. Teasing him with her tongue, she enjoyed the torment that worked its way over his features. His hands played with her long tresses as they fell over his stomach. Covering his warm skin like honey.

He laid back and enjoyed the pleasure pain as long as he good. His eyes trying to focus on the way her mouth moved over his cock. The visual became too much and soon enough he was turning her over and pining her beneath his body.

Gazing down into the eyes of the woman he had met just hours before, he shivered at the connection he felt.

"Meredith are you sure?"

Giving her a chance to back out, he let out a sigh of relief when she shook her head yes.

"Make love to me Derek—make me forget everything but you."

He pulled her knees open bringing them to rest on his hips. His cock sliding against her, teasing, testing her readiness. She was so soft, so wet it was almost too much for him to handle. He enjoyed the feeling of kissing her. Lying close with her as her hands worked over his back. Down over his hips. Squeezing his ass.

Teasing her, he pushed in the slightest bit. Feeling her body close over the head of his cock, he groaned in as his arms grew rigid and tense as he finally sunk all the way in. Her body wrapped around his tightly. As if she was made for him.

Slowly, he moved his body in and out of hers. A rhythm beginning as they listened to the silent music their bodies sang to each other.

He felt lost watching the passion build in her eyes. Briefly she would close them-her head tossed back as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Small gasps of pleasure escaping-building his desire as he watched her.

She closed her eyes to block out the sight of him staring at her. The way his cock moved in and out of her body was sending sensations she never experienced before running through her body. The way he looked into her eyes was too much to add to that pleasure.

Rolling so she straddled him she sat straight up. Holding his hands, she brought them to her breast. His hands cupping them as her hips began their own slow movements as her body took the lead. Slowly, she raised herself. Teasing him as he she all but pulled him out of her body. Laughing as his hands suddenly gripped her hips to bring her back down.

Capturing his wrist she shook her head, "no, no Derek. It's my turn now."

Holding his hands above his head, she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips brushing against his once, twice and finally capturing them, demanding they be forceful. Her breast rubbing against his chest, pulling back mere inches she watched his face as she once again raised her hips only to start the motion of riding him. Her hips undulating quickly as she brushed her clit against his pelvis. The sensations building rapidly. She gasped with surprise as he once again took control, pushing her to her back he brought her legs around him and without a beat continued thrusting into her body.

Quick, deep, almost punishing thrust. As if they could never get enough. He watched it build in her eyes. Saw the pink tint build in her cheeks as her body started to convulse around his own. His cock jumped as she squeezed him and finally after a few quick thrusts he collapsed on top of her sweat soaked body. Not wanting to move, wanting to stay inside her forever.

Amazing.

After a moment he braced himself up on his elbows. Brushing the hair off her forehead he smiled "that was, umm well…"

"Yeah" blushing, she tried to look away, "it was, well yeah…"

Derek chuckled at her embarrassment, feeling his body react to the movement as well as watching her wince he knew she was not ready for round two, "would you like to shower with me?"

Meredith hesitated. She should leave, not pretend this meant anything with the whole stay the night thing. She had long ago let go of the silly longing for cuddling afterwards and didn't want to set herself up with Derek for heartache, "I should be going."

Derek's brow furrowed, "what? No, come on. Let's go shower."

That smirk, the ruffled hair, those eyes…there was no way she was going anywhere.

Taking his hand she self-consciously followed him to the bathroom. The steel grey and navy tiled bathroom held a huge glass encased shower. She heard the water turn on and smiled as he moved aside so she could step in. The water was warm as it cascaded over her skin. She heard him moving around and suddenly the lights were off and the room was encased in the warmth of candlelight.

Goosebumps covered her skin as she smiled. Her head aching just the slightest bit from the wavering effects of the alcohol beginning to fade.

She was facing the wall when she felt the cool air drift in as he stepped in behind her. His hands coming to rest on her shoulders, he softly pushed her hair aside as he nuzzled her neck.

"You know you smell so good—some kind of flower."

Turning to face him she smiled, "lavender, it's from my conditioner."

"Lavender…" leaning in he gently kissed her.

Feeling as if he couldn't get enough, he cradled her close as his lips enjoyed a sweet battle with hers. She was intoxicating, and he wasn't ready to stop making love to her. Turning her gently away from him, his hand wondered down over her hips and across her belly as he bent her slightly. His cock had sprung to life and was already pushing between her legs as he quickly thrust inside her waiting body.

He heard her gasp and was hoping it was in pleasure and not pain. Quickly his hand worked down over her belly into the small curls that graced the apex of her thighs. His fingers working over the slick lips as he found the spot he was looking for. Her body pushed back against his as he gently rubbed the small nub between his fingers. Thrusting quicker as her hands reached around to grasp his ass-pulling him deeper inside of her.

"Oh, I'm…"

His own hands grabbed her hips as he started pounding in and out of her. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the glass stall as he grunted in pleasure along with her soft sweet gasp.

He felt her release. Heard her scream as she let go. Pulling out quickly he came. Wishing he could have stayed inside her, but none the less enjoying the release more than he'd ever imagined he could. Turning to face him she buried her face in his chest as small tears escaped her eyes. Tears of relief, joy, fear, all mixed into one. She laughed softly. A stranger was making her feel loved…what a joke.

Derek felt a soft change in her demeanor as he held her close. The water flowing freely over them as they stood in silence. Shock masking his emotions as he tried to make sense out of how this woman had bewitched him so quickly. She was a stranger and yet he didn't want to let her go…

The water eventually turned cold. The candles still burning softly as they stepped out into the night. Derek wrapped her body in a fluffy indigo towel as he did himself, "are you hungry."

Grimacing she chuckled, "yes, actually I'm famished."

Cocking his head, he took her hand leading her back into his bedroom. Digging through some drawers he pulled out a t-shirt and some cotton drawstring pajama bottoms "this will have to do, but it's more comfortable than your dress, I'm sure. Which by the way I loved."

Shooting him a flirty look, she accepted the clothes as she watched him shrug on a pair of boxers.

"Go ahead and get dressed, I'm going to go scrounge around for something to fix us to eat. Take your time."

She watched him walk away. Using the soft towel to dry off she finally stepped into the clothes he had given her. A small smile upon her lips as she breathed in a masculine scent that seemed to linger on the t-shirt. She walked around his room, taking in pictures of family. He had books scattered here and there and a few Clash CD's sat upon his dresser. Scrunching her nose up, she noted he had poor taste in music but everything else was impressive.

She was lost in her snooping that she failed to hear him walk in behind her until she felt his lips on her neck.

"I made some eggs and pancakes. You ready?"

Nodding, Meredith swallowed over the feelings that once against drudged up whenever he was in the room.

She followed him into the kitchen. Grabbing a stool, she sat down at the tiled bar top as he sat a plate with eggs and pancakes dripping in syrup in front of her, "oh my, wow this looks amazing."

"Thank you."

"I don't cook. I can't cook, it's pretty much a health hazard when I do…so I just don't. So, this, well this looks amazing and I'm sure it taste amazing as well. I mean not like something I would cook, it's just-"

She stopped rambling when she felt his hand grace her thigh. Softly. Calming.

"Meredith, relax."

His eyes held a warmness that was soothing.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself?" she asked as she closed her eyes in ecstasy as she tasted the fluffy pancakes.

Laughing, he poured them both some juice and then joined her.

"Well I'm a Doctor, divorced, but I don't want to talk about that tonight. Hmmm, let me see-I'm originally from New York. That's where my family still resides. I have four sisters. Nine nieces, five nephews," stopping he stared at her for a moment, "am I boring you."

"No, no not at all. What else?"

"Well, I love the Clash. Please don't grimace or make fun Mark does that enough. I love a good cigar, and Scotch-though I'm sure you figured that out tonight." his eyes held a playfulness as his finger reached out to dab some syrup off the corner of her mouth.

"How about you, tell me something about you?"

Meredith stiffened up. She didn't want to talk about herself. One quick look at him though and her reserve crumbled.

"Well, I'm an intern-or soon to be one. I actually just moved back to Seattle. I don't really have any family. Just Chris. I don't enjoy the Clash," she giggled as she teased him, "but I have a fondness for tequila, it's kept me warm on many a night."

"That's sad. I can think of many other ways to keep you warm."

Rolling her eyes she carried on, "I'm not very interesting…not much to tell."

Leaning in he kissed her, "I find you very interesting".

Soon they were once again lost. The early morning was creeping up on them by the time they finally fell apart. Once again bodies heaving in sweat as they laughed.

Derek rolled over as he pulled the sheets up across their bodies "you're going to be the death of me."

"You're not so bad yourself Dr. Shepherd. Considering your age."

"Oh! Ouch!"

Pulling her in close, he smiled into her hair. Small strands tickling his nose as he finally drifted off to sleep.

Meredith laid there for a while. His arms wrapped around her resting beneath her breast. She felt safe. Lying in this blue-eyed strangers arms-she felt safe. Sighing, she smiled softly as she let the exhaustion take over. Her eyes drifted close and for once in her life she didn't feel a need to run…at least not yet.

Derek awoke to the sound of his alarm. Reaching over he fumbled with the snooze as she let his eyes adjust to the grey morning looming out his windows. Rolling over he was met with an empty bed. The pillow next to him still showing an indentation from where her head had laid. Instead, a crisp piece of paper was waiting for him. Picking up the paper the first thing he noticed was how neat her handwriting was. Too good for a doctor.

Dear Derek,

How do I thank you for last night. It was amazing, something that goes beyond words. To feel a connection like that with a stranger is scary and yet lying in your arms I never felt so safe. I'm sorry to leave you like this but trust me your better off. I seem to destroy or hurt everything in my path, and I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. I felt alive when I was with you and that is something that has been lacking in my life for a long time. I'll carry those memories with me and hopefully you will remember last night fondly as well. Take care…

Meredith Grey

Derek rolled over staring at the ceiling. She was gone and he already missed her.

Outside standing on the curb, Meredith stood in the rain watching as the cab pulled up. Glancing quickly over her shoulder she looked up to his window-wondering if he had awoken yet.

"Goodbye Derek Shepherd." she whispered as she stepped into the cab and drove away.

Love didn't exist for her, and the way Derek had made her feel last night would only end up breaking her more than she was…she couldn't take that risk…but for a moment he had held her. Kissed her, loved her….as if she was everything….