Dusk&Summer

31.

mature warning ⚠️!!

Derek stared at his girlfriend, torn between smiling at the word bouncing around in his head, and groaning at the way her wet t-shirt clung to her curves. It wasn't white, he couldn't see anything underneath but the fabric was glued to every one of her curves. The water had left her skin slightly chilled so goosebumps covered her and as much as he wanted her to warm up, the goosebumps turned him on.

She was shimmying out of her pants, still giggling at the way they stuck to her skin. He should be getting undressed, he should be taking off his own wet clothes and getting into dry clothes. But he couldn't move away from her. He couldn't stop watching her as her wet hair dripped onto the floor, as she shook slightly. She was gorgeous. And he couldn't stop staring.

Weeks, it had been weeks of not going any further than fooling around. They could have had sex ages ago. Meredith wanted to have sex. But he had wanted to wait to make sure she knew that this wasn't just sex with him. It wasn't some other guy who meant nothing. He wanted it to mean something. Which probably meant really cheesy things but waiting had felt more important at the time.

"Der, can you hand me a towel?"

"Oh...tow...towel," he breathed, nodding quickly.

"Towel," she nodded as she slipped her t-shirt off, her bra quickly following.

"Towel."

"Piece of fabric to help me dry off..."

"Yeah...yeah..." he whispered, shifting awkwardly as he grabbed for one and thrusted it toward her. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Yeah."

"You're going to get sick, Der," she shook her head as she ran the towel over her hair. She moved past him, brushing against his wet body slightly as she went to grab one of his t-shirts.

"God," he groaned, his body shuddering hard. "Yeah."

"You okay?" she giggled, the towel moving down between her breasts.

"No. Yes. No."

"Der?"

"I..."

"Derek," she frowned as she turned to look at him, worry in her eyes as she gripped the towel in one hand.

"I...fuck, Mer," he growled as he grabbed for her, bringing him tight against her, pressing his erection into her.

"Oh," she breathed, a giggle escaping from her lips. She shifted her hips against him, causing his body to tighten. "Oh."

"Yeah...oh."

"We should..." she whispered, running her fingers through his wet curls.

"We...we just...we...boyfriend and girlfriend," he breathed, rubbing against her.

"Boyfriend," she said quietly as she captured his lips and kissed him hard. Her hands fell down to his sides, pushing his soaking wet t-shirt up over his chest as she continued shifting her hips against his erection.

"You..." he gasped. "Pill...are you...pill?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "And I'm...I mean, clean. I'm clean. You're...condoms?"

"I...I stole some from Mark a while ago," he nodded.

"Okay," she breathed, pulling back to slip his t-shirt off his body.

"Hmmm..." he groaned, pulling her back to him and kissing her gently.

Her fingers played nimbly at his fly, trying to force his jeans down as she deepened the kiss. Her small body was pressed against his, her naked chest meeting his as they both began to move delicately against each other. His body was already humming and his breath was coming in short, fast gasps. "We should...where...condoms?" she asked quietly.