Don't mess with the Grey.

Chapter 42

Derek would have never predicted how quickly they would repair the damage in their relationship. Three weeks after they made up in the intern locker room, their connection was more solid than it had been before the breakup, growing stronger every day. Mainly due to the fact that they sat down and talked, at least twenty minutes a day, every day. Their life was fast and irregular but the conversation time was a steady unchangeable point in the program. Some days, it was important stuff, other just a light drabble. But it brought about progress.

Outside the hospital they were pretty much inseparable, practically living together just as they agreed on. Practically, because the choice of the place to do the living together part was harder than it would seem. Derek assumed he would simply move in with Meredith but she surprised him again by insisting to spend a considerable amount of time on his land. She was apparently in love with his land. She even enthusiastically agreed to be taught how to fish when it got warmer. And the amount of sex they were having, not of this earth. They were like bunnies on drugs, especially now that Meredith was back on the pill. They fucked whenever and wherever they wished.

Like now, for example. Derek's mind was happily drifting between the worlds of dream and reality as he kept pounding relentlessly into Meredith's warmth, his swollen balls slapping against her. She was on all fours with her cute butt in the air, offered just for him. And didn't he fully took advantage. He was totally crazy about her, about the way her slick walls enveloped his length, spasming around him; about the way she was succumbing to whatever he was doing with her body, about the guttural uninhibited screams and moans.

Her body shook with pleasure and her arms gave in letting her face sink onto the pillow. Derek tightened his grip on her hips not letting her fall as her trembling legs also threatened to surrender. His thrusts doubled in force, they both liked it rough. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on forever, challenging and teasing him into his own release. He was unyielding though. He waited patiently, sweat working up on his brow, until the wave crashed over her. Feeling her fall into the postcoital bliss he pumped into her hard and succumbed into the pleasure spraying her channel with his seed. Once done, he managed to steer himself slightly on the side so as not to crush her inert body and sank down spooning her. They lay in the tight sweaty embrace for quite some time, the only sound filling the trailer being their heavy respiration slowly returning to normal.

"Amazing," she murmured breathlessly. "You're amazing..."

"Of course I am," he snickered. "I am a sex god and I'm huge."

"Arrogant much?" she giggled reaching behind her to slap his ass.

"Nope, just repeating your own words, love," he smirked.

"Huh, I guess I had to feed your ego so you took me here," she shrugged.

"You really love this place," he stated in wonder.

"I do," she sighed contentedly rolling to her back in his arms. "It's just the two of us in here. Like a lost world. It's beautiful, it's magical."

His eyes sparkled as a sudden thought occurred in his mind. It was a bit crazy but blame the recklessness on the orgasmic high.

"Would you... like to live here?" he asked breathlessly. "Permanently?"

"In the trailer?" she laughed. "I do love it. But it's too small for the day to day. Half of my wardrobe wouldn't fit in."

"No, I mean," he looked at her enthusiastically. "I have a lot of land. It could be... our land... we could have a house on it..."

"A house?" she repeated gazing at him curiously and her eyes lit. "A house... Just for us, made for us, just the way we want..."