officailly yours

Part 7

It was exactly like she'd dreamed it happening: the first rays of sun hit her closed eyes as birds chirped outside, her warm body enveloped in what felt like a cocoon as she slowly woke up from one of the best nights of her life. Soft and warm lips pressed against her bare shoulder and so very slowly dragged barely there kisses up the column of her throat, strong hands pulled her closer possessively as a happy and aroused smile appeared on her face, and the rest...

The rest could simply not happen because it was not a dream, it was reality. The sun was indeed hitting her eyes and those birds were chirping away in the cold morning. Her body was enveloped in both her covers and the warm body next to hers, who was at the moment kissing his way up her throat, his hand pulling her body close to her, close enough to feel something that made her eyes widen suddenly.

She jumped quickly out of the bed looking as disheveled as ever. Her hair was a mass of tangled hair, the straps of the tank top she was wearing as her pajamas were both down her shoulders, one of the legs of her sweats tucked in the middle of her thigh. Her chest heaved and fell as she looked at his form on the bed.

He looked absolutely edible with his morning stubble, his completely naked muscular chest and that look of being half asleep and half aroused, he was everything a woman would want to wake up next to and yet her eyes were wide open in both surprise and fear.

"What are you doing?" she asked, completely out of breath. Why was this happening to her? she asked herself, she wasn't even sure why she'd agree to let him sleep in her bed if deep down she knew this would happen. It was bound to happen because if he didn't start it she probably would have before she fully woke up. There was no question that both her body and heart wanted him as badly as ever and as always those dawned before her not so pleased brain, a brain that was running a mile per minute with the thoughts of what could have happened if she hadn't woken up in time to stop him.

"Saying good morning?" he asked with a chuckle. It was certainly getting more and more entertaining for him. When he woke up he did so with a smile on his face and he discovered the reason was lying right next to him. The last he remembered from last night was waiting for Meredith to come back from the bathroom so he could wrap her body with his but as far as he could say she never came back. Somehow his body had found her during the night and she hadn't resisted one bit. The second he opened his eyes he was amazed by the beautiful and tempting image in front of him, she was sleeping like a little angel and he couldn't help but smile as he watched with devotion her every little movement as she breathed deeply in her sleep.

He watched her for what felt like a second but was certainly more than 15 minutes. As always her tempting lips, her soft skin, everything about her called him and he couldn't resist and softly pressed his lips against her bare shoulder. His eyes closed as he felt the warm skin of her shoulder against his lips and sighed, completely satisfied with the fact that he was just about to taste her sweet skin again. His lips moved and kissed as softly as he could a path to the column of her throat. It was right in the middle of this path his lips were taking that he decided he could no longer go this slowly or he'd simply explode inside the sweatpants he was painfully wearing. Obviously a night pressed up to her body had affected him and finally tasting her skin, even though it was just a little tease, was more than enough for him to want her desperately.

"Derek stop" she warned, she was outside of her bed and slowly backing out, taking small steps back because he was also outside of her bed and following after her. She was like a little rabbit that was completely stuck, feeling completely defenseless before the big bad wolf.

On his eyes she had ruined everything when she jumped out of bed suddenly. Yes it was certainly entertaining for him that she had jumped exactly after he had pressed her body to his so she could feel just how much he wanted her, but it was getting frustrating that she was not back inside of the bed yet, even worse she looked as scared as ever, as if he was a criminal that wanted to hurt her and not the friend that wanted her more than anything else.