Chapter 40

Heat Waves

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes (I hope I'm not mistaken)

Background: Starts from the beginning of season 1 with their first meeting at the bar. AU from there. Derek is looking for a fresh start, one-night stands and mostly- oblivion from his carefully built life back home. Meredith is a virgin but still hotheaded and stubborn to no end. When her one-night-stand attempt ends up her boss, she's mortified. Still, not as mortified as overhearing him talk to another attending asking him is she was frigid and Derek agreeing with him. Now he's determined to forget about her, and she will do anything to prove his words wrong. None of them expected to fall for each other in the process.

'Sometimes all I think about is you,

late nights in the middle of June,

heat waves been faking me out,

can't make you happy all night, but

Sometimes all I think about is you...' Glass Animals- Heat Waves

1.

Derek was gathering his stuff in hurry, still holding Meredith's hand in his, as if she was about to melt in the air. She blushed.

'Ugh- mhm- De- Derek?'' He pulled her to him, and encircled her waist, kissing her neck. It was making it very hard to think straight. 'Der-'

'Yes, love?' He sucked on her neck gently again, lazily, taking his time. He paused for a second, and examined her face seriously. 'Did you change your mind? Do you need me to calm down?'

'Ugh-no' Her face got deeper shade of red. 'I just- ugh- what about work?'

'It's 18pm, and I had already rescheduled the rest of my day- long story- but I'm free. You? If you say you're busy, that is a very mean thing you're doing, babygirl.' He manages playfully.

She squirmed in his hands, tingly and way too warm. Jesus. What was happening to her? She shook her head negatively. 'Let's go to my place. Yours is...ugh.. too far. ' Somehow talking through this made her feel like a toddler who'd never had to talk. He didn't need more words, gathering the rest of his stuff and leading her out.

When they got in the car, he was driving way too fast, though still looking at every stop and every sign, which was highly entertaining and unnerving simultaneously. She playfully trailed her fingers over his knee, making tiny circles on the inside of his leg. It wasn't a thought of any sort, more of an instinct. The buildings flew by them, the evening winter air splashing some relief on her face. Next to her, Derek was breathing in deep, short breaths.

'Honey, you don't stop doing that, we ain't getting home.' He rolled his eyes towards her fingers on his knee. Her eyes opened in surprise, and she bit her lip, blushing and feeling both satisfied with herself (seeing the result of her tiny efforts) and a little nervous. Derek groaned. 'And that too.' He added after she bit her lips. 'It's too fucking sexy.'

She giggled openly now, her eyes shining with mischief. Why was seeing him get excited for her, so damn sexy? Derek exhaled, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

'I'm paying you back for that.' He muttered in fake discontent, smiling as well. 'But you do look beautiful laughing and smiling.' He added.

And then they were home, and backpacks were on the floor, jackets thrown next to them. They ran upstairs, taking turns in the bathroom to quickly freshen up. He distracted her, hugging her from behind while she was in front of the sink, trailing kisses from her neck to her shoulder, until she threw him out of the bathroom for a couple of minutes to change. Then she threw on simple v-neck t-shirt in navy, and grey sweatpants, not bothering with this part of what she was wearing- she wasn't planning to keep it on for long.

When she came out, he was laying on the bed, resting on one elbow, looking effortlessly like he was posing for a magazine. She stood at the edge of the bed, uncertain, and he called her with one finger, smiling warmly. She climbed on the bed, sitting on her knees, her hair falling in soft curls around her. She smelled of smoke, scotch, vanilla lotion and flowers, which he found rediculuously appealing. She swallowed harsh, nerves settling at the bottom of her stomach. She was about to ask what now, when he scooted closer, sitting in the bed with his body resting on the wall, and pulled her gently between his legs, her hands resting over the pillows behind him for support. Then his hands found her waist and suddenly they were kissing again and she let the tension out. 'Relax.' He muttered in her hair, his hands exploring her hips and her back as he kissed her lips and her face and down her jawline. Her head fell back when he did that, giving him more access, and a low rumbling moan came out of her. The lower part of her body was getting warmer and radiating heat everywhere in small tingling sensations. She was simulteneously hot and cold. She encircled her arms around his back, digging her hands and fingers in his back for support, and hiding her burning face in his shoulder as he helped her move her body over his.

He stopped for a second, putting both hands on the sides of his face to get her to look at him.

She was breathing in short breaths, coming really close together, but her eyes weren't shining with fear but desire.

'D-derek.' She ground in barely audible whisper, not sure why he stopped. Was she doing anything wrong? He gave her a wide smile, kissing her one of her cheeks gently, then the other, and then her lips, parting them with her tongue deeper, seeking.

'You okay, babygirl?' He stopped the kiss to examine her face. She nodded, bright red and smiling shyly. Her arms resting behind him were shaking. He soothed her hair, and pulled himself in more sitting position so she can rest on his knees to release her nerves a bit. She didn't have to say it, he just knew somehow. She nodded greatfully, the tension building between her legs releasing for a milisecond.

2.

Then the reality of the position hit her. Easier on her knees, that practically put her in his lap, sitting straight in his lap with her knees encircling him and their bodies flush together chest to chest, tangled in each other. He pushed her hair out of her face with his hands, covering her in breathless kisses. She could feel him growing under her, right at the sensitive parts of her.

'Mhhmm-' She was trying to say something and it came out in a moan and she blushed, not sure what was happening to her body. He was slowly moving her up and down over his body breathing heavily and rocking with her. Everything arround them had become blurry and inconsequential. She closer her eyes halway, trying to relax and covering him with kisses, trying to contain her both the warmth and anxiety at bay, unsure if she was doing okay. He caressed her cheek and whispered in her ear. 'You're doing just fine. Trust me for a second here?'

He was seeing the stark difference between her on the balcony just letting go, and her now. She was still in this, but she was feeling awkward and self-conscious and overthinking every move. She nodded at his question, and he rubbed her cheek with his palm gently.

'I will spin you now for a sec so I can be on top, okay. I know you might want to be on top to have more control, but you're nervous right now. This will help tonight. Trust me. I won't hurt you.'

She nodded helplessly. There was something incredibly gentle and sexy in the way he wrapped a hand around her waist and spun her until she was on her back, in one swift move, and gently pushed the hair out of her face so she can look at him. He pulled his t-shirt off, and she stopped breathing for a second, her, unable to stop looking up at his deep blue eyes and his muscled chest, tracing the lines of his chest with one shaky hand. He growled in a low voice now, and before she was able to think, his mouth was on her, exploring, and she dug fingers in his back and authomatically lifted one of her legs. He didn't hesitate and helped her until her leg was pushed up and wrapped around his waist, giving his body closer access to fit against hers. She felt him hard rubbing against the pulsing spot between her legs and she swallowed hard. He was moving fasted and she somehow authomatically moved with him, their bodies rubbing against each other desperately as they kissed and nibbled and explored skin.

'Mhmmm' She managed pitifully, no other sound making it out, and she arched her back, fully feeling his length over her now. It was mashing her thoughts in some insane hurricane of anxiety and desire, unable to register the existence of WORDS right now. What the hell? But that was as close to a full thought she got, because his tongue tangled deeply with hers, one of his hands threaded through her hair and making gentle circles on her neck until she arched even more. His other hand traced behind her bend knee and slid down. He stopped her moan with an all-consuming deep kiss as his fingers found the touchy spot between her legs over the sweatpants. Even so, it was like touching electric wire, and a tiny tremble went through her body, making her bones feel like jello.

He looked at her face for a second, just to make sure she was still on the same page and not scared. He grinned, covering her face in kisses again. She looked shocked and lost, but also ready. There were no doubts in the way she was moving or responding. He lowered his hand, pushing her t-shirt up and gently kissing her stomach. Another tramble went through her, making every part of him awake at the sweet sound. All he wanted was to be so deep in her that there was nothing else left around. It almost hurt how much he wanted her right now.

'Baby, can I help you out of these now?' He asked in a low scratchy voice, filled with need and desire, tracing fingers over the sweatpants fabric. She smiled shyly at him, nodding, as he looped his fingers around the elastic and she lifted herself sligthly so she can pull the sweatpants fully off. Then he got a rid of his pants and socks, away from her body just for a second that felt like way too long.

'Wait, wait.' He said, grinning as she tried to pull him closer. His eyes got wider, staring at the red lace boxer shorts she was wearing. They were bright poppy red lace and fit around her curves, exposing mily white skin around. She shyly wrapped fingers around the fabric of the t-shirt she had on, discarding it to the side, exposing matching triangle bra in the same bright rednlace, entirely transparent with her nipples peaking under the lace. 'Wow.' He grumbled, surprised and way too pleased that she had thought about this in this moment. 'Honey I love you in everything, but- wow.' He managed.

'She chuckled, self-conscios. 'Glad you like it.' The space he was taking over her felt too empty.

And then his lips crashed over hers, his body fitting perfectly over hers as he whispered. 'Like? Dear God, love, you sure know how to make someone crazy.'

She laughed, so close to his body now that the sound vibrated through both of their bodies. The heat was building as he moved over her, tracing lazy kisses around the lines of the lace now.

3.

She was laughing and they were kissing and the heat was building and the tension was rising and somewhere in her stomach, there was a twinge of fear for the main event they were building towards. They were kissing and moving and discarding clothes and she was losing track of her sane thoughts and that was a little scary and overwhemingly pleasant. She could feel him hard and rubbing against the lace and their bodies twisted, wrapped in each other, tracing breathless kisses. Her body was hot like she had fever and sweaty and she wasn't sure if she wanted to push him off so she can go take a shower, or pull him closer to hurry, pulsing in desire to fully feel him. A part of her was going insane that he wasn't a 'just get it done' kind of guy, and a part of her was crazy terrified that she was going to do something wrong. He pushed wet strands of hair out of her eyes, and kissed her cheek gently, stilling them both just for a second.

''You're safe. I love you' He stopped moving resting a hand gingerly and gently straight in the middle of her breasts over her heart that was expanding helplessly in heavy flutters. 'Whatever you say goes.' He said, kissing her other cheek and stilling their movement for a second so she could take a deep breath. 'Whatever you say goes.'

He repeated breathlessly, ready to pull away from her no matter what he felt. She looked up at him, blinking away the wetness in her eyes. She knew he meant it, and warmth expanded throuth her body, her knees weak and her legs pulsing. She could just manage a nod.

'Babygirl, it's okay. What do you want?'

In movies, there would be no hesitation, as if that in any way affected the desire of that moment. She wanted to be this, the sexy girl in the movies thumbling in bed like a goddess with not even a second of hesitation. Her body was still reeling from things she hadn't told him yet. So she gave herself this half a second,to still her breath, to relax back in her body from all the new sensations accosting her, to know without a doubt what she was doing.

'You. I want you.' She breathed out in a small moan rippling through her body between blinding desire and fear of how it would be.

He nodded, interlacing fingers with hers on one side, and she pulled her body up. One swift move, and he unhooked her bra and they threw it to the side. Her breasts were full and silky with nipples the size of quarters in soft baby pink. He traced her collarbone with gentle kisses, and then he kissed the softer skin of her nipples, his tongue making small sircles that made them perk up. She arched back with a moan, softer and warmer under his touch. He smiled and continued doing the same all the way down her stomach, resting one hand on her hip bone feeling the tremble going through her body. He traces the line of her underwear with kisses, before gently pulling them off of her,. She was arching under him, glistening in the darkness. He gently kissed the inside of her tighs, one then the other one finger slowly slipping in the silkiness in between, testing. She was wet and soft like velvet and she gave out a low breathless moan that undid him completely. He steadied himself.

Her eyes, half closed in pleasure, shot open now. She swallowed nerviously, but nodded, hoping he knew. Don't stop. Just don't stop. Don't stop.

Maybe he didn't know. He separated from her, getting up to his discarded pants now, and she was going to protest for a moment, before he pulled of the foil square. She watched, breathing deeply and mesmerized and he played with her breasts to help himself and rolled the condom on. The warmth burned her cheeks and she arched, without realising it giving better acces to his hand over her breasts, and he smiled through the heat, his body giving a small tremble as well. It was really happening, she thought. And then he laid on top and she open her hip to wrap her leg around him again, which had proved extremely good for access. She giggled nervously at his grumble of approvaal as his body tangled with hers and he rested, hard in her entrance, doing all he could to make it okay for her, seeking approval.

'Yes!' She nodded, unable to say more, and then he slid into her.

5.

He was bigger than she expected, and the unexpected resistance from her body startled her, redness creeping up on her face. He wasn't even fully in her yet, too big to even fig and it already felt like she was stretching impossibly tight around him. What if this was physically not- she didn't finish the thought, when he pushed deeper and the sensation ripped through her. It wasn't that painful if she hadn't immediately frozen, trying to contain the mess of emotions flooding her mind and body. She gave a low moan trying to pull back but there wasn't space and her whole body was frozen in place locking him in a grip. She had stopped breathing for a second, shuttering underneath him as her body tried to adjust to the burning sensation, half in owe and half in pain. 'Baby you're okay, just look at me, ok.' He tried soothing her, seeing her eyes wider with panic. He wondered if he needed to stop. He kissed her gently over and over, making sure he didn't move a muscle, letting her take the rains. Finally she relaxed just a little, arched automatically and felt him sink deeper, removing the resistance and she cried out in surprise, her knees locking a bit in tension again. His eyes locked with hers, huge like the sea and glistening in the dark. She was digging her fingernails in his forearms and breathing erratically and he couldn't tell what that meant, although the way she arched giving him deeper acces completely unraveled him. She felt so good and he just wanted to move, faster and faster and deeper until nothing but them existed. But he had to slow down the deafening waves of desire rolling through him. For her.

' Okay?' He managed, pulsing in her, her muscles tight and wet around him. He could feel her all around him and that feeling was incredibly sexy. She was trembling slightly, her knees locking him in position. Just for a second, the pain flashed a memory throughout her and she was scared. He rested on one arm, pushing the hair away from her face and covering her in gentle kisses. Then he made her open her eyes to look at him, before doing anything more. 'Baby, it's me. It's you and me, it's not him. It just feels like this for a second and then it will feel good. Trust me?'. She nodded, and he kissed her lovingly. 'More? Less? You call the shots?'

She almost laughed through the tears at how sweet he was beeing when she could feel him hard and excited. Finally she nodded. 'M-m-more. I'm o-okay.' She cried out, her fingernails still digging into his arms in tension and he started moving back and forth. The sensation burned through her, still painful and raw, but creating a fire in it's wake and liquifying her insides. She bit her lip, trying to move with him. Slowly, her knees relaxed and opened to the side. She wrapped both her legs around him, pushing him deeper, and cried out in surprise that there was deeper whatsoever, like her body was opening new depths.

The pain was stirring heat and replacing the raw feeling with something softer and deeper, warm and tingly and maddening. Her muscles fully relaxes now, no longer afraid, and she felt him able to move easier and faster, building up the heat stirting in her until she was unable to think of anything else. He was moving fasted and faster now and she dug her fingers in his back, rocking back and forth with him, raising her lower body so he was sliding as deep as it was possible in her silkiness, breathing heavily over her. She was panting and moving faster and faster, the sensation shooting like electicity through her body, holding on to him for dear life as he trust deeper. 'D-derek, oh god, oh my god, oh my god ooooh' She panted unable to stop, the warmth spreading in tingly waves blinding every other sensation but him thrusting in her body. Faster and fashter and faster, they moved together his hands exploring every inch of her. She was writhing under him like a crazy person, adjusting and rocking with him until he was so deep within her thrusting back and fort. She couldn't stop the shutters going through her as she rocked against him in maddening rhythm until the sensation was so intense that it started rippling through her body. She couldn't move anymore but he kept thrusting until the warmth covered her and she kept panting under him. One of his thumbs was pressing just above her depths between them at a sensitive spot, doing tiny curcles with his thumb shooting tiny shockwaves through her lower body while he thrust deeper. Now it was no longer coming in deep waves and thrusts, now he was rocking over her increasing the speed, slow fast slow fast faster fast faster, the fire burning through her body and liquifying everything. One final push deeper, so deep that it ripples in tiny shockwaves tinglying through her whole body, and then he stilled over her. Her heart was doing somersaults in her chest and her insides pulsed, reeling in overwhelming emotions. They were breathing like they both did a marathon, and for a second, neither of them moved. He kissed her deeply, and when she arched, he chuckled, tracing leisurely kisses along her jawline.

They untangled their bodies slowly, and she extended her limbs from her grip over him. He laid back in the bed, and she snuggled close, with her head on his chest and her legs draped over his. Another ripple of warmth and awe went through her body and she trembled with a low moan, making him chuckle again.

'Babygirl, you do that again and we might need a repeat performance.' She smiled helplessly, her body wet and flushed against his, thinking she didn't really mind figuring out if that was possible and what else they hadn'tyet tried. He wrapped a hand around her, and kissed her forehead. 'You okay?'

'Mhmhghm.' she managed and then the world fell away in wonderfull warm darkness, her body sprawled exhausted and safe over his.