Easy Silence

24.

Meredith was screwed.

She knew this. She knew she had spent the last two hours sitting beside the man that she had thought was her friend but was actually the man she was falling for watching a movie and now she was pretty sure she couldn't tell someone what happened in the movie to save her life. She had paid attention, or she thought she had paid attention or tried or something. She knew she should have at least tried to pay attention, it had been an idea somewhere playing in her mind. She knew she should watch the movie.

Instead she had just thought about how much she wanted to kiss him.

And how badly and desperately she was falling for him. It was like she was blind, and she realized she was getting cheesy in her own head but it was like she hadn't seen it, it had just happened. And now that she knew it was all she could see. She was falling for him.

She was screwed.

The credits were rolling now. Which made her look at him for the first time since they had finished the ice cream about an hour ago, because Derek never let the credit roll.

He was staring at her.

"The movie's over," she whispered.

"The movie's over," he echoed.

"Derek..."

"Meredith..."

Meredith did not know which one of them moved first. One second she had been looking at him, thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him and the next they were kissing. Their lips brushed gently at first, barely touching as they both shifted to be closer to each other, their hands smoothing over the bodies they had never really touched before.

Derek shifted again, deepening the kiss, his tongue asking for entry into her mouth, which she gave without thinking. He pushed her back gently as their tongues pushed against each other, gently dancing together as he laid her down on the bed and moved his body over hers. He moved gently, his hands moving down her body as he let his hips rock into her and Meredith gasped slightly at the hardness pressing between her legs. Her hands flew to his back, yanking at his shirt, letting her tiny fingers play against the soft skin she found underneath as her own hips moved into his.

"Mer...Mer..." he murmured, suddenly pulling back, looking at her carefully. "If you...if you need this stop it has to be now. Because...just tell me to stop."

Meredith looked at him just as carefully as he looked at her, taking in his dark hooded eyes and his slightly flushed complexion, and the curls that were already ruffled from her fingers working through them. "Don't...Der...please don't stop. Please...I...please."

"Okay, I get it," Derek laughed breathlessly.

"Der..." she moaned, right before he brought his lips crashing back down onto hers. The kiss was harder this time, more passionate and more demanding and desperate as she tore at his shirt, their lips parting for a second as she pulled the shirt over his head, their hips rocking hard together as they both trembled at the other's touch.

"Mer..."

He pulled away again, lifting her up slightly as he pulled her own shirt over her head. He moved his mouth then, tearing it away from her lips to find the smooth column of her neck as she tangled her hands in his hair, letting her hips rock into hers, letting herself get lost in the moment. She knew this could be nothing, she knew how hockey players were, she just didn't care right now. She wanted him, she wanted him desperately. And then the last shaky thoughts left her brain as his tongue found the spot where her neck met her shoulders.

"Derek..." she groaned softly, tilting her head to give him better access.

"I've wanted you for so long," he murmured, his warm breath against her neck, tickling her overly sensitive skin. His hands moved again, snaking around her back to unhook her bra and pull it off of her, his hand immediately cupping the soft skin that had just been uncovered. His mouth moved back to hers, kissing her hard as he gently massaged her breast.

"Please," she moaned into his mouth, her hands moving off the smooth skin of his back, cupping his ass as he dragged his hips closer to hers. "Please."

"Oh..." he breathed, his hips rocking into her as he groaned loudly before pulling away and undoing her pants wish shaky hands. She smiled at him, reaching up to run her fingers through his dark curls as he fought to pull her jeans and panties down over the legs.

"Condom."

"What?"

"We need...condom, we need a condom."

"Crap."

"I have some upstairs..." Meredith frowned.

"Bag!" Derek suddenly exclaimed. "I should have some in my bag."

"You brought condoms with you?" she giggled.

"No," he laughed as he climbed over the couch to where his bag was sitting. "Mark gave them to me when he was helping me pack to come here. He figured I'd need them."

"Thank god for Mark."

"For the first time ever," he smiled before looking at her as he pulled the box out of his bag. "You're gorgeous."

"Oh..." she breathed, her skin flushing more as she blushed.

"Mer..." he murmured, moving back toward her at the same time as trying to work his way out of his pants. He stopped as the one leg got caught on his cast in his haste of pulling it off. He tugged again and the material didn't move. "Way to ruin the moment."

"Is it stuck?" Meredith giggled.

"Yeah," Derek frowned, tugging at the pants again. "Sorry. This is just...I'm sorry. If you want..."

Meredith giggled again as she sat up and kissed him hard. "Can you get the other leg out?"

"Probably."

"Than get on that," she laughed, helping him pull the material down over his other leg, shifting again to trail her fingers up his erect shaft. "We can...other one...later."

"You sure?"

"Yes," she breathed, grabbing for the condom he held in his hands. He smiled softly as she tore the packaging open. "I want you now."

"So do I," he whispered, gasping softly as her fingers smoothed their way along his length, rolling the condom into place.

Their lips found each other's again, kissing softly as he moved her onto her back and startled her, letting his erection rub against her soft folds as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She groaned as he brushed against her clit before he moved again and slowly slipped into her.

"Derek."

They found a rhythm immediately, his hips rocking into hers, her hips meeting hers as they continued to kiss, her fingers winding through his dark curls. They moved at a slow pace at first, picking up as the kiss deepened and the desperation became stronger. Meredith felt her body begin to quiver, as tension curled in her stomach and her eyes fell shut as he moved over her. She rocked harder into him as he groaned her name. The orgasm took control of her body in a flash, her brain going blank as she called his name, her walls clenching around him.

He followed a moment later.

Silently, his breathing still hard and uneven he slipped out of her and threw the condom into the nearby trash can. Without a word he laid back down and pulled her sweat covered body into his arms, pressing her back against his chest, spooning tightly around her as they both cooled down.

"Mer..." he murmured, as he felt her trembles weaken.

"Hmmm..."

"I'm falling for you."

Meredith felt her heart stop. Or at least skip a beat. Her head was still foggy and she wasn't even sure she had heard him right. She couldn't have heard him right because if she had, it meant things, big things. Her foggy brain had probably just thought the random impossible thought up to justify sleeping with him after swearing to everyone that she never would.

So she waited till his breathing deepened, to his body relaxed around hers. Because she didn't need him to laugh at her. She didn't need him to actually hear what she needed to say.

"I'm falling for you too."

Meredith could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.