Let It Go

48.

"You good?" Derek asked from the doorway of his bedroom. "Yeah," Meredith replied, sitting up in the middle of the bed, covers pulled to her waist. "I'm good." She stretched her arms over head, arching her back slightly. Derek tried not to notice how her chest moved up and out. It was hard not to notice though, her being in a tank top that hugged her chest perfectly. "Okay, well, if you need anything, just yell," he said, moving towards the living room. Meredith smiled at him. "Night Derek," she said. He returned her smile. "Night Meredith," he replied. He turned to leave, thinking there was beautiful woman in his bed yet he was going to sleep on the sofa. There was something wrong with that.

Meredith chewed on her lip, thinking about that morning when she had woken up in Derek's arms, how safe it had felt before her pseudo family had shown up. She wanted that feeling again. She wanted to sleep in Derek's arms again and wake up warm and safe in them tomorrow morning.

"Derek?" she called out. Derek reappeared in the doorway. "Already?" he asked with a smirk. Meredith didn't say anything. She locked eyes with his and patted the bed next to her. Derek stared at her for a few moments before moving towards the bed. Meredith slid over just enough to give him room. He slipped under the covers next to her and she laid down with him, her head on his chest. Derek turned off the bedside lamp and wrapped his arms around Meredith.

"This beats the couch," he said. Meredith's giggle broke through the darkness. "I like the couch. Or I like my couch. Last night. And this morning." Derek stroked her hair. "You have a good couch," he agreed. Meredith raised her head from his chest and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

The intensity of the kiss took them both by surprise. They broke apart for air, both breathing heavily. "Wow," Meredith whispered. "Wow," Derek repeated. He reached up and ran a hand through her hair. She leaned in for another kiss, Derek's hand now burying itself in her hair. Derek bit gently on her lower lip, asking for entry. He felt her part her lips and he slipped his tongue into her warm depths. Meredith battled him for control of the kiss with her own tongue, but he over powered her, rolling over and pinning her below him. He felt her give in to him, her body relaxing entirely under him. He removed his lips from hers, sucking along her neck gently. "Der...," Meredith breathed. "Der.." "Hmm," Derek groaned. He licked the spot just below her ear. Meredith pulled enough of her brain cells together to form a complete word.

"Derek?" she asked. "Hmm?" he replied, stopping to look at her. She locked eyes with him. "Be late for work," she told him. He grinned. "I can be late for work," he said in a husky voice. He slipped his hands under her shirt and gently pulled it over her head. He tossed it aside as Meredith worked at his shirt. He helped her with it, pulling it over his own head and throwing it in the general area of where he'd tossed Meredith's. He paused to take in the site, finding it incredibly sexy that she had no bra on under her tank top.

"You're beautiful," he whispered before taking one of her perked nipples in his mouth. "Ahh," Meredith muttered. She moved her hips against him. "Derek!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Derek released her nippled and kissed up her throat, finding her lips. "Slow," he muttered. "No. No slow," she said between kisses. "Slow," Derek insisted. He wanted her. The throbbing erection in his boxers was a testament to that. But he wanted this to be about Meredith, wanted her to know that it was her he wanted, not sex.

Derek trailed his hand down Meredith's chest and stomach, slipping it between the band of her cotton sleep shorts and her skin. He teased her, trailing his fingertips along her panties. "Derek! Please!" Meredith begged, her eyes closed. He smirked. "Slow," he repeated. Meredith dragged her fingernails gently up Derek's back, the light scratching stimulating him even more. She worked at the shorts he'd been planning on sleeping in. He rubbed his erection against her. "I want you Meredith," he whispered, slipping his hand into her panties and playing with her clit.

"God! Derek!" she moaned, moving her hips violently. She pulled his shorts down and stroked his penis. "Oh god Mer," he groaned, reconsidering his idea of slow. "Derek, please," Meredith whimpered, quickening her strokes. "Soon," he whispered. He cupped one of her breasts in his free hand and circled her nipple with his thumb. Meredith let out a series of moans and whimpers, not making any coherent words. Derek smirked. He loved what he was doing to her.

"Want more?" he asked. Meredith arched her back, unable to answer, her senses too overcome by the attention her clit and right breast were currently experiencing. He slipped a finger into her. "Oh!" she called out. "Der!" He kissed between her breast, his erection throbbing from the excitment of her soft hands. One of her hands found his balls and she squeezed gently. "God!" he called out. He reached down and removed her hands from his penis, wanting to be in sole control. She buried her hands in his hair, sucking on his neck. He thrust another finger into her and it became too much for Meredith to bear.

"Derek! Now! Please! Now!" she called out. Derek couldn't make himself wait any longer. Her removed her shorts and panties and discarded his the rest of the way before reaching into his nightstand drawer for a condom. He tore it open. Meredith took it from him and carefully rolled it onto his member, squeezing gently as she did so. "Oh god" Derek groaned from somewhere deep in his throat.

"I need you," he said, "I need you now!" "You... Need... Now...," Meredith whimpered. Derek positioned himself over her. He reached for her hands and held them tightly then slid into her, her small body meeting his as he filled her with him. He leaned down to kiss her hard, Meredith moaning into his mouth. He raised their joined hands over Meredith's head and thrust in and out, slow and steady.

"Der...," Meredith breathed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her. "Mer... Oh... Fuck..." he groaned. "Harder!" she called out. Derek obliged, pumping into her, his senses rapidly leaving him as he let the bliss of sex, sex with Meredith, take him over.

Their calls grew louder as they rushed toward the peak, both completely lost in the moment. Meredith came first, squeezing Derek's hands tightly and screaming his name loudly. Derek came moments later, spilling over, his mind wiped blank as he orgasmed. Spent, he collapsed on to Meredith, his hands still tightly in hers. They lay there in silence for several minutes, listening to the other breathe, first heavily and then evening out as their bodies came down from their sex highs. Finally, Derek forced himself to roll off of Meredith, knowing his heavier frame was crushing her slight one.

"I... Wow...," Meredith stammered, looking over at Derek. Sweat glistened on her forehead, the small window unit air conditioner no match for their passionate romp. Derek reached out and brushed damp hair out of her face. "Amazing," he told her, his eyes locked with hers. He knew the sparkle he saw in her green eyes was mirrored in his blue ones.

"Trailer... I like the trailer...," she said. "Much better then the couch." Derek chuckled gently. "Trailer trumps couch," he replied. He kissed her softly, gently. She slid close to Derek and snuggled into him, despite the heat they had generated. She just wanted to touch him, feel her skin on his. He tangled his legs up in hers and held her close, his chin resting lightly on her head. "Night Mer," he whispered. "Hmm...," she echoed, drifted off into a peaceful sleep