Outside of Fear

Chapter Thirty-Four

Okay y'all. I'm not a big smut writer, but this chapter is 2700 words dedicated to just that. I mean, this is Wattpad after all. If you're the type of reader who doesn't like too much of this kind of spice, go ahead and skip to the next chapter. But for the rest of you, the long-awaited moments have arrived...

"You did what?" 

Meredith smirks, sliding the papers across the countertop to Derek, who picks them up to read them. 

"You went over my head?" Derek looks up at her in shock, confusion, and a little bit of awe.

"To be fair, Megan is a physical therapist, you are not. She probably knows more about this recovery process than you do."

Derek scoffs, rolling his eyes. "And who exactly took you swimming all those times? Aquatic therapy, remember?"

"Please, you and I both know you got all the exercises and things we did from Megan beforehand. You did not come up with those on your own."

He scoffs again, dropping his gaze because he knows it's the truth. After re-reading the papers for the third time, he sets them down and looks back at his girlfriend. Furrowing his brows, he takes in her heated, smug expression. 

She reads his confused look and smiles. "You know what this means, right? I'm cleared, Derek."

"Of course I know what this means," he says, his voice husky. Highly inappropriate ideas and images swirl through his mind. Derek watches as her eyes darken, blood pounding through his body as he feels his boxers tighten. He recognizes that look.

Meredith hums, walking agonizingly slow towards him without breaking eye contact. "Do you? Or do you need me to show you?"

She stops a few feet from him, leaving Derek to push himself off the counter he's leaning heavily against, and moves to her.

Before Meredith knows what's happening, the cool marble countertop is pressing into her back as she leans back, Derek's heated body pressed tightly to hers, his face hovering mere centimeters from her own.

His breathing is heavy and rapid, matching hers. Neither of them dares to move, not wanting to break the spell that seems to have their gazes locked onto one another's. 

"How about I show you?" Derek's question comes off as not a question, but a command, and Meredith presses her thighs together, feeling the heat already begin to pool.

Over a week after her first day back at work, this is one of the only times they've both had off together where they weren't catching up on sleep or eating. Meredith had been begging Derek to simply run a few basic checks on her to clear her, but he'd refused. So, she went to Megan.

And Megan cleared her. Meredith had never been happier.

Before she can blink, Derek picks her up, their lips meet, and she grunts as her back hits the wall near them. Meredith wraps her legs around his waist, keeping herself upright as their tongues explore each others mouths. 

Desperate, fervent, and passionate, they don't even break for oxygen. That is, until Derek bites her lip a final time, then moves to her jawline. 

Meredith tilts her head back, granting him full access to her neck and collarbone. A moan escapes her lips as his tongue darts out, dragging down her neck before his mouth stops to bite her pulse point. 

She whimpers as pain mixes with pleasure, the feeling of his teeth breaking her skin making her want more. Her core is hot and wet, and the urge to grind her hips is already overpowering all other logic in her brain.