Teach Me Tonight Part Eleven
Title: Teach me Tonight, Part Eleven: Be be your love
Pairing: Derek/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
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Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away
And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
-Be be your love, Rachel Yamagata
Meredith wanted to talk, wanted to laugh, or yell and say “Are you joking? Of course I don’t need to be taught anything...and not by you.” She couldn’t say that, somehow it stuck in her throat. But she did manage to whisper against his dark still damp curls,
“No Derek, you have it wrong...I’m not a baby, and I have done this before.”
“Yes, but not like this” Derek stated, slightly desperately, but with his arrogance firmly in place.
She forced to admit he was right. The smallest touch from Derek was more intense than her optimistic but disappointing previous fumblings. The passion that was between them threatened to overwhelm her. But just because he made her come, did he have to look at her as if she was his now, like some possession?
“Derek.” She tried to make her voice sound firm and affirmative, not the voice of a girl lying on a couch naked still bathing in the afterglow.
“I barely know you. This is a bad idea.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, the tiger not quite believing yet that the gazelle had other plans in mind than being his dinner.
“So then...let’s get to know each other. If that’s what you want.”
Meredith sighed, she wasn’t even sure that it was what she wanted. And by the look of Derek’s pants it wasn’t what he wanted for sure. Oh bad place to look..must look away now.
“See something you like?” Whoops, too late.
Instead of pretending she hadn’t been leering, Meredith looked at him frankly in the face.
“Yes. I think so. At least...I think I could grow to like it.”
Derek frowned. She was talking about something else now and it made him jumpy. This was starting to seem too much like the intimacy he avoided at all costs.
“Baby...” He tried again, tracing that tempting column of pale skin that was her throat.
“Why don’t we go upstairs...we can get to know each other that way...”
“Upstairs? I don’t think I could move if I tried.”
Derek scooped her up into his arms and carried her, naked as she was against his still fully dressed body.
“Am going in the right direction?” He asked, looking down at her as he headed towards the stairs.
Meredith let out a little yelp of surprise at being so suddenly and easily picked up and squeezed at his arms petulantly.
“Put me down! I did not agree to going upstairs!”
“No?” Derek paused on the stairs, his muscles tense and straining from holding her.
Meredith shook her head, but looking up at him, into his impossibly deep and shiny blue eyes, made her lean up and kiss him, soft and gentle but still with a hint of her tongue scraping his.
Derek stumbled on the tread and finished the last few stairs at a run.
His knees hit the end of her bed as he tipped her out of his arms and onto the soft covers. He looked down at her with warm and arrogant eyes that said I know you’re mine for the taking.
He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling too hot in his own skin and needing to get some fresh air rushing against his body. He hissed when Meredith moved her small hands to fumble with his belt.
“Hurry Meredith.” He pleaded with her, sending up a prayer of thanks that she wasn’t so slow in learning to do what he asked in bed as she was in school.
Meredith nodded, biting her lip and seeming almost unsure again. She had become slightly shy, the tequila wearing off and causing her to curl up into herself.
Derek took pleasure in untangling her slender limbs until she was laying flat out on the bed and exposed to his roaming eyes.
He put his palms flat on her breasts just enjoying the feel of them. He seemed to have managed to slow his roaring desire into a slow burning but just as powerful surge.
He kissed her, over and over until she couldn’t breathe and she remembered just how good he was at that, stealing her breath and making her melt and sink back into the mattress, pulling him with her though, against her and feeling his arousal, hot and alive and needy.
She whimpered, almost protesting at the slow and torturous pace.
“You need me don’t you?” He asked almost tenderly, the tiger suddenly charmed by his prey.
Meredith avoided his gaze, but stayed stretched out, open and there for him, annoyed with her own desperation, wishing he needed her too. But he did need her, as much as she needed him and more. The look on his face as he pushed inside her was indescribable. He was wild and purely just himself in that moment. There was no angst or worrying about what was right, what should be done or who they were. He knew only that he was inside her, exactly where he wanted to be. She was responding to his movements, arching up to meet him and they were linked together in unspoken tandem of longing.
He grunted with the effort of moving steadily and not giving in to the wave that started deep in his stomach and spread, along his inner thighs and making him want to thrust harder and harder into her.
He looked at her, messy hair over her face and eyes closed, moaning and whimpering and clutching at his arms in the unbearably intense sensation.
“Open your eyes” he told her, watching as she struggled to obey, and catching his breath when she managed to lift her heavy lids to let the glittering green sear into him.
“God...so beautiful” he choked, speeding up his movements, not sure he could last much longer and hold her gaze at the same time. He’d never wanted to look at a woman so badly, usually happy to close his eyes and get lost in the dark, hazy pleasure. But he wanted to see that it was her he was with, her he was making love to.
He moved out of her, keeping just the tip of himself teasingly inside her, taking harsh wheezy breaths, torturing himself as well as her. Meredith whined and tried to buck her body to get him back inside her but he held her down by the shoulders, just enough to let her know he could.
“Meredith, say my name” He commanded.
Meredith blinked those beautiful viridian eyes at him, lip bright red with biting it but stubbornly pushed out into a resolute pout.
“Fuck...come on...just move!”
Derek ground his teeth, just managing to keep from fucking her into the mattress by his strong resolve to make her beg.
“Say it...and I will.”
She groaned, half pissed off and half sparking with arousal, glaring up at him.
“Dr Shepherd...”
He almost laughed at that, but he was too far gone to make it sound anything more than a choked exclamation.
“I could wait here all day Meredith.”
It was a lie, but it must have been convincing enough, or Meredith was sick of hanging at the peak of release, for she gave in, letting out the words in a whoosh of air that hit Derek’s face and made him shiver despite the fire in his veins.
“Derek...Derek...please.”
There it was, the man and the animal inside of him satisfied both at once, and he finally let himself move, slamming back inside of her and rocking back and forth, sending Meredith off into blinding release and as she clenched around him, he gave in himself and came, so hard he was shaking and shouting out her name as if it was the last word he would say.
“Meredith!”
He fell forward, his arms giving out and lay on top of her for a few minutes before his brain foggily told him he might be crushing his slight student, so he rolled onto his back before giving in to the dragging pull of his eyelids, dozing in peaceful silence and hearing Meredith doing the same beside him.
Pairing: Derek/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
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Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away
And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
-Be be your love, Rachel Yamagata
Meredith wanted to talk, wanted to laugh, or yell and say “Are you joking? Of course I don’t need to be taught anything...and not by you.” She couldn’t say that, somehow it stuck in her throat. But she did manage to whisper against his dark still damp curls,
“No Derek, you have it wrong...I’m not a baby, and I have done this before.”
“Yes, but not like this” Derek stated, slightly desperately, but with his arrogance firmly in place.
She forced to admit he was right. The smallest touch from Derek was more intense than her optimistic but disappointing previous fumblings. The passion that was between them threatened to overwhelm her. But just because he made her come, did he have to look at her as if she was his now, like some possession?
“Derek.” She tried to make her voice sound firm and affirmative, not the voice of a girl lying on a couch naked still bathing in the afterglow.
“I barely know you. This is a bad idea.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, the tiger not quite believing yet that the gazelle had other plans in mind than being his dinner.
“So then...let’s get to know each other. If that’s what you want.”
Meredith sighed, she wasn’t even sure that it was what she wanted. And by the look of Derek’s pants it wasn’t what he wanted for sure. Oh bad place to look..must look away now.
“See something you like?” Whoops, too late.
Instead of pretending she hadn’t been leering, Meredith looked at him frankly in the face.
“Yes. I think so. At least...I think I could grow to like it.”
Derek frowned. She was talking about something else now and it made him jumpy. This was starting to seem too much like the intimacy he avoided at all costs.
“Baby...” He tried again, tracing that tempting column of pale skin that was her throat.
“Why don’t we go upstairs...we can get to know each other that way...”
“Upstairs? I don’t think I could move if I tried.”
Derek scooped her up into his arms and carried her, naked as she was against his still fully dressed body.
“Am going in the right direction?” He asked, looking down at her as he headed towards the stairs.
Meredith let out a little yelp of surprise at being so suddenly and easily picked up and squeezed at his arms petulantly.
“Put me down! I did not agree to going upstairs!”
“No?” Derek paused on the stairs, his muscles tense and straining from holding her.
Meredith shook her head, but looking up at him, into his impossibly deep and shiny blue eyes, made her lean up and kiss him, soft and gentle but still with a hint of her tongue scraping his.
Derek stumbled on the tread and finished the last few stairs at a run.
His knees hit the end of her bed as he tipped her out of his arms and onto the soft covers. He looked down at her with warm and arrogant eyes that said I know you’re mine for the taking.
He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling too hot in his own skin and needing to get some fresh air rushing against his body. He hissed when Meredith moved her small hands to fumble with his belt.
“Hurry Meredith.” He pleaded with her, sending up a prayer of thanks that she wasn’t so slow in learning to do what he asked in bed as she was in school.
Meredith nodded, biting her lip and seeming almost unsure again. She had become slightly shy, the tequila wearing off and causing her to curl up into herself.
Derek took pleasure in untangling her slender limbs until she was laying flat out on the bed and exposed to his roaming eyes.
He put his palms flat on her breasts just enjoying the feel of them. He seemed to have managed to slow his roaring desire into a slow burning but just as powerful surge.
He kissed her, over and over until she couldn’t breathe and she remembered just how good he was at that, stealing her breath and making her melt and sink back into the mattress, pulling him with her though, against her and feeling his arousal, hot and alive and needy.
She whimpered, almost protesting at the slow and torturous pace.
“You need me don’t you?” He asked almost tenderly, the tiger suddenly charmed by his prey.
Meredith avoided his gaze, but stayed stretched out, open and there for him, annoyed with her own desperation, wishing he needed her too. But he did need her, as much as she needed him and more. The look on his face as he pushed inside her was indescribable. He was wild and purely just himself in that moment. There was no angst or worrying about what was right, what should be done or who they were. He knew only that he was inside her, exactly where he wanted to be. She was responding to his movements, arching up to meet him and they were linked together in unspoken tandem of longing.
He grunted with the effort of moving steadily and not giving in to the wave that started deep in his stomach and spread, along his inner thighs and making him want to thrust harder and harder into her.
He looked at her, messy hair over her face and eyes closed, moaning and whimpering and clutching at his arms in the unbearably intense sensation.
“Open your eyes” he told her, watching as she struggled to obey, and catching his breath when she managed to lift her heavy lids to let the glittering green sear into him.
“God...so beautiful” he choked, speeding up his movements, not sure he could last much longer and hold her gaze at the same time. He’d never wanted to look at a woman so badly, usually happy to close his eyes and get lost in the dark, hazy pleasure. But he wanted to see that it was her he was with, her he was making love to.
He moved out of her, keeping just the tip of himself teasingly inside her, taking harsh wheezy breaths, torturing himself as well as her. Meredith whined and tried to buck her body to get him back inside her but he held her down by the shoulders, just enough to let her know he could.
“Meredith, say my name” He commanded.
Meredith blinked those beautiful viridian eyes at him, lip bright red with biting it but stubbornly pushed out into a resolute pout.
“Fuck...come on...just move!”
Derek ground his teeth, just managing to keep from fucking her into the mattress by his strong resolve to make her beg.
“Say it...and I will.”
She groaned, half pissed off and half sparking with arousal, glaring up at him.
“Dr Shepherd...”
He almost laughed at that, but he was too far gone to make it sound anything more than a choked exclamation.
“I could wait here all day Meredith.”
It was a lie, but it must have been convincing enough, or Meredith was sick of hanging at the peak of release, for she gave in, letting out the words in a whoosh of air that hit Derek’s face and made him shiver despite the fire in his veins.
“Derek...Derek...please.”
There it was, the man and the animal inside of him satisfied both at once, and he finally let himself move, slamming back inside of her and rocking back and forth, sending Meredith off into blinding release and as she clenched around him, he gave in himself and came, so hard he was shaking and shouting out her name as if it was the last word he would say.
“Meredith!”
He fell forward, his arms giving out and lay on top of her for a few minutes before his brain foggily told him he might be crushing his slight student, so he rolled onto his back before giving in to the dragging pull of his eyelids, dozing in peaceful silence and hearing Meredith doing the same beside him.