Secret Santa 2008 (Bonus)
Don't Eat the Round Ones
Rating: There be sexing
Word count: 2100ish
Written for: This was inspired by scatteroflight's prompt. Inspired being the key word. *g*
Prompt:
I'd like to see Derek and Meredith start their own Christmas traditions: they should each come up with at least one. Porn is optional, but appreciated. ;)
"I'm sorry you got stuck here," Meredith apologizes. He has been at SeaTac for almost 24 hours hoping the storm would clear and he would be able to make it back home.
"The earliest flight they could get me on was Friday night. The girls will all be at their in-laws by then," he shrugs. He is obviously exhausted but doesn't seem too put out at missing Christmas with his family in Connecticut, "At least this way I get to spend Christmas with you," he says, his face brightening, as if spending the next few days snowed in with Meredith is pretty damn close to his idea of heaven.
"I have to work early Christmas but I have the next two days off," she reminds him and he hugs her closer to him and shrugs.
"I'll take what I can get."
The drive home from the airport isn't too bad--the main roads having been plowed and salted--but the further they get into the neighborhood, the higher the snow gets and it takes them twice as long to get home.
They make their way inside as quickly as the treacherous sidewalks will allow, and head upstairs to their room to change out of their now wet pants.
Meredith barely has her jeans and long underwear off before Derek sneaks up behind her and hugs her tightly. She laughs softly when he kisses the side of her neck, then turns in his arms so she can kiss him back. It starts out as a series of pecks before escalating into a full blown make-out session with hands and lips everywhere. They take their time and finish undressing each other before his kisses travel away from her mouth and down her neck, stopping to suck at the hollow of her throat, causing Meredith to shiver. He chuckles at her reaction and before continuing down till his face is nestled in between her breasts. He pauses, breathing her in, seemingly content for the moment to lay against her and hold her tight.
"You better not be stopping," she warns, her hands mussing his hair.
"Not even close," he replies, before his hands make their way down her stomach and her breath hitches.
***
The next morning he wakes her by gently rubbing his stubble-shadowed jaw against her neck.
"If you give me beard burn, I'm gonna kick your ass," she groans before she even opens her eyes.
"Time to wake up," he replies with one last nuzzle and a gentle kiss to her clavicle. She opens her eyes to see him staring at her, eyes bright and clear in a way she hasn't seen in a while. She can't help but smile back at him.
"I'm up."
He sighs contentedly and lays back into the pillows. "So are we going to do the Christmas thing now that I'm here, or do you want to skip?" His voice doesn't indicate if he has a preference either way, but she knows better.
"Christmas." she replies after only a second's hesitation. She is ready for this. She hopes. "What exactly does Christmas include?" she asks, hoping that she manages to sound optimistic and cheerful instead of apprehensive and wary.
"Well, you have Christmas Eve off, so I figure we can do presents then. It's a little late to plan anything big and it snowed another foot last night, so we'll probably just eat whatever we have here."
"That's it?" She's a bit disappointed. Which is weird.
"It doesn't have to be," he replies tentatively. "What did you have in mind?"
"It just seems a little…restrained. Isn't there supposed to be a tree and annoying songs and cookies?" she crinkles her nose in mock disgust.
"Sometimes, yeah."
"Do you like those things?" she asks.
"Sometimes," he replies with a smirk. "There's also mistletoe, which can be fun."
Meredith rolls her eyes and sits up, "But, really, how do you do this?"
"We get to do whatever we want, Meredith. It's our first Christmas together. We get to make it up."
She looks at him skeptically and shrugs, still a little lost. She shivers, chilled now that she is not under the blankets and Derek groans so loud it's almost a growl.
"I say we start with a shower." He hops out of bed and holds his hand out to her. She grabs his hand, shrieking loudly when he tugs her hand so she stumbles into his arms. She only has a chance to get out a small squeak before he kisses her hard and long, not letting go until she is out of breath and her whole body is humming. Then without a word he pulls away and pulls her toward the bathroom.
He starts the water, then goes back to kissing her, more tender this time, his hands feathering down her sides and hips and then back up, ghosting over her breasts and stomach. She returns his affection, alternately kissing and nipping at his neck and up the underside of his jaw.
When the water is warm enough, he lifts her into the tub and they take a few moments to let the water soak them, catching their breath. It isn't long before he's on his knees in front of her, licking his way down her belly and bringing his fingers up to her pussy, softly caressing at first, as if coaxing it to open up all on it's own. He kisses his way down to her clit, using lips and tongue and teeth all around, but never zeroing in on the bundle of nerves itself. She groans out in frustration, spreading her legs a little wider and trying to pull his mouth closer, her hands clutching tightly at his hair.
"Derek, you're killing me," she manages to say through clenched teeth.
That appears to be all the encouragement he needs and she tightens her hold on his hair as he flicks his tongue against her clit and two of his fingers find their way into her, then back out. He works up a steady rhythm with both his mouth and his fingers until her body gives in and she comes. He holds onto her shaking body tightly with his free arm, humming against her until her body sags against him and he stands to support her better. Between the orgasm and the too hot water, she is flushed and panting.
"You're beautiful," he whispers before turning her around and taking her from behind.
***
After breakfast he tells her to bundle up and she does so reluctantly. She has never been terribly fond of the cold, but Derek tells her she'll have fun so she goes along with it. They walk out into her back yard, enjoying pristine, untouched snow in silence for a moment before Derek turns around and falls back into the snow.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asks a little horrified. He ignores her, instead making a perfect snow angel. "When did you turn five?" she laughs. She certainly hasn't made a snow angel since she was five.
"Come on, Meredith. You know you want to," he calls out from his supine position.
Against her better judgment, she rolls her eyes and turns around. She falls back into the soft snow a few feet away from him, wincing slightly when she lands. Impact is a little harder than she remembers.
She sighs deeply looking up at the white and gray sky. Slowly she moves her arms and legs in a jumping jack motion letting out an, "Ugh," when some snow makes it way up the legs of her jeans and sleeves of her jacket. She shakes off her irritation and keeps looking at the peaceful, white sky. They're in the middle of the city, but it's still so quiet.
She is pulled from her stupor when Derek's face appears above hers, blocking out the sky.
"You okay?" he asks, concern in his voice.
"I'm good," she replies, barely registering how hard she's breathing. "I'm good."
Derek reaches down a hand to help her up and they head back inside after shaking out the snow on the back porch. After changing, and throwing their wet clothes in the dryer, they head to the kitchen for something warm to drink. She grumbles as she takes a sip of her coffee, because Izzie drank the last of the hot chocolate, and before she knows it Derek disappears up the stairs.
He comes downstairs moments later with a long rectangular golden box.
Meredith's eyes grow wide and she shakes her head, "Derek, isn't that part of your sisters' presents?"
"It's never a good idea to ship chocolate," he replies with a slightly guilty shrug as he opens up the box, revealing an assortment of chocolates.
"We can't eat someone's present, Derek. That has to be a Christmas rule. An official one," she tells him.
He laughs loudly at that and she glares at him.
He grabs the box top and consults the red Santa gift tag, "Kathy won't miss them. She doesn't even really like them," he reassures her.
"Then why did you buy them?"
"Because it's what you do when you have sisters," he shrugs. "I buy them all similar gifts, try to make sure they have the same value and that they will like them well enough, and I buy them all a box of chocolates."
"That sounds complicated."
"It can be. Molly and Betsy are easy enough to shop for, but Kathy and Nancy are a bitch." He doesn't elaborate further and holds the box out to her.
She looks at him skeptically but takes the box from him anyway. Before she can grab one, his phone rings and he heads out of the room to grab it.
She looks over the chocolates curiously, trying to decide which to take. After a minute or so of agonizing over which to pick, she snorts and grabs the one closest to her. It's round, a bit darker than some of the others, and is decorated with light pink lines. Shrugging she takes a bite, immediately spitting it out.
Of course, this is when Derek returns, slipping his phone into his pocket.
"That was disgusting, Derek."
He laughs when he looks into her hand and sees that she ate one of the dark chocolate cherry nougat candies.
"Don't eat the round ones," He tells her with a grimace.
"Don't eat the round ones?" she asks, her tone begging him to elaborate.
"The round ones give boxed chocolates a bad name," he replies.
"That doesn't make sense," she insists, "Every Christmas, my mom would get boxes of chocolate from clients or nurses or someone. She'd eat the round ones, and throw the rest out."
"She threw the rest out?" he asks. He sounds a little more horrified than the situation calls for.
"Yeah. Sometimes I thought she'd give me the rest, because sometimes she'd give me the gifts she didn't like, but with the chocolates, she'd take out the round ones, and the rest would end up in the trash. I figured they were gross so I didn’t really care," she explains.
"But you never tried them? Later when you were adult, you never ate boxed chocolates?" he asks, his voice tinged with something akin to pain.
Meredith really doesn't get what the big deal is, "Uh, no. Wouldn't that be kind of pathetic? A woman buying herself a box of chocolates?"
"One, no. Chocolate is sacred among women. It's the one indulgence that you're absolutely allowed to buy for yourself in any shape or form. And two, no."
"Sacred among women? Did you seriously just say that chocolate is sacred among women?" She mocks him. Sometimes she forgets that he grew up surrounded by a bunch of females.
He has the good grace to look a bit sheepish, but nods anyway. Instead of saying anything else, he looks at the box that is sitting between them and chooses a square candy that was a bit lighter than the one she chose earlier. He holds it up to her mouth, "Try it."
She hesitates for a second before taking a small bite. The caramel filling is a little too sweet, but still pleasant. A bit stays stuck to her lip and before she can lick it off, Derek leans forward and kisses her gently, licking off the sticky sweetness.
"It's good," she says with a genuine smirk. "Don't eat the round ones," she repeats to herself.
"Remember that for next year," he tells her.
"Next year?"
"You've been added to my box of chocolate list," he replies simply, but she can tell by the look in his eyes that it means something important to him so she nods her consent.
"I'll remember," she replies.
***
Huge thanks to hibbleton who probably deserves a co-writer credit on this given all the ideas she gave me. And thanks to mrsfjl66 for the speedy beta and all the help with the logistics of the Secret Santa thing. You both rock my socks, yo.
Rating: There be sexing
Word count: 2100ish
Written for: This was inspired by scatteroflight's prompt. Inspired being the key word. *g*
Prompt:
I'd like to see Derek and Meredith start their own Christmas traditions: they should each come up with at least one. Porn is optional, but appreciated. ;)
"I'm sorry you got stuck here," Meredith apologizes. He has been at SeaTac for almost 24 hours hoping the storm would clear and he would be able to make it back home.
"The earliest flight they could get me on was Friday night. The girls will all be at their in-laws by then," he shrugs. He is obviously exhausted but doesn't seem too put out at missing Christmas with his family in Connecticut, "At least this way I get to spend Christmas with you," he says, his face brightening, as if spending the next few days snowed in with Meredith is pretty damn close to his idea of heaven.
"I have to work early Christmas but I have the next two days off," she reminds him and he hugs her closer to him and shrugs.
"I'll take what I can get."
The drive home from the airport isn't too bad--the main roads having been plowed and salted--but the further they get into the neighborhood, the higher the snow gets and it takes them twice as long to get home.
They make their way inside as quickly as the treacherous sidewalks will allow, and head upstairs to their room to change out of their now wet pants.
Meredith barely has her jeans and long underwear off before Derek sneaks up behind her and hugs her tightly. She laughs softly when he kisses the side of her neck, then turns in his arms so she can kiss him back. It starts out as a series of pecks before escalating into a full blown make-out session with hands and lips everywhere. They take their time and finish undressing each other before his kisses travel away from her mouth and down her neck, stopping to suck at the hollow of her throat, causing Meredith to shiver. He chuckles at her reaction and before continuing down till his face is nestled in between her breasts. He pauses, breathing her in, seemingly content for the moment to lay against her and hold her tight.
"You better not be stopping," she warns, her hands mussing his hair.
"Not even close," he replies, before his hands make their way down her stomach and her breath hitches.
***
The next morning he wakes her by gently rubbing his stubble-shadowed jaw against her neck.
"If you give me beard burn, I'm gonna kick your ass," she groans before she even opens her eyes.
"Time to wake up," he replies with one last nuzzle and a gentle kiss to her clavicle. She opens her eyes to see him staring at her, eyes bright and clear in a way she hasn't seen in a while. She can't help but smile back at him.
"I'm up."
He sighs contentedly and lays back into the pillows. "So are we going to do the Christmas thing now that I'm here, or do you want to skip?" His voice doesn't indicate if he has a preference either way, but she knows better.
"Christmas." she replies after only a second's hesitation. She is ready for this. She hopes. "What exactly does Christmas include?" she asks, hoping that she manages to sound optimistic and cheerful instead of apprehensive and wary.
"Well, you have Christmas Eve off, so I figure we can do presents then. It's a little late to plan anything big and it snowed another foot last night, so we'll probably just eat whatever we have here."
"That's it?" She's a bit disappointed. Which is weird.
"It doesn't have to be," he replies tentatively. "What did you have in mind?"
"It just seems a little…restrained. Isn't there supposed to be a tree and annoying songs and cookies?" she crinkles her nose in mock disgust.
"Sometimes, yeah."
"Do you like those things?" she asks.
"Sometimes," he replies with a smirk. "There's also mistletoe, which can be fun."
Meredith rolls her eyes and sits up, "But, really, how do you do this?"
"We get to do whatever we want, Meredith. It's our first Christmas together. We get to make it up."
She looks at him skeptically and shrugs, still a little lost. She shivers, chilled now that she is not under the blankets and Derek groans so loud it's almost a growl.
"I say we start with a shower." He hops out of bed and holds his hand out to her. She grabs his hand, shrieking loudly when he tugs her hand so she stumbles into his arms. She only has a chance to get out a small squeak before he kisses her hard and long, not letting go until she is out of breath and her whole body is humming. Then without a word he pulls away and pulls her toward the bathroom.
He starts the water, then goes back to kissing her, more tender this time, his hands feathering down her sides and hips and then back up, ghosting over her breasts and stomach. She returns his affection, alternately kissing and nipping at his neck and up the underside of his jaw.
When the water is warm enough, he lifts her into the tub and they take a few moments to let the water soak them, catching their breath. It isn't long before he's on his knees in front of her, licking his way down her belly and bringing his fingers up to her pussy, softly caressing at first, as if coaxing it to open up all on it's own. He kisses his way down to her clit, using lips and tongue and teeth all around, but never zeroing in on the bundle of nerves itself. She groans out in frustration, spreading her legs a little wider and trying to pull his mouth closer, her hands clutching tightly at his hair.
"Derek, you're killing me," she manages to say through clenched teeth.
That appears to be all the encouragement he needs and she tightens her hold on his hair as he flicks his tongue against her clit and two of his fingers find their way into her, then back out. He works up a steady rhythm with both his mouth and his fingers until her body gives in and she comes. He holds onto her shaking body tightly with his free arm, humming against her until her body sags against him and he stands to support her better. Between the orgasm and the too hot water, she is flushed and panting.
"You're beautiful," he whispers before turning her around and taking her from behind.
***
After breakfast he tells her to bundle up and she does so reluctantly. She has never been terribly fond of the cold, but Derek tells her she'll have fun so she goes along with it. They walk out into her back yard, enjoying pristine, untouched snow in silence for a moment before Derek turns around and falls back into the snow.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asks a little horrified. He ignores her, instead making a perfect snow angel. "When did you turn five?" she laughs. She certainly hasn't made a snow angel since she was five.
"Come on, Meredith. You know you want to," he calls out from his supine position.
Against her better judgment, she rolls her eyes and turns around. She falls back into the soft snow a few feet away from him, wincing slightly when she lands. Impact is a little harder than she remembers.
She sighs deeply looking up at the white and gray sky. Slowly she moves her arms and legs in a jumping jack motion letting out an, "Ugh," when some snow makes it way up the legs of her jeans and sleeves of her jacket. She shakes off her irritation and keeps looking at the peaceful, white sky. They're in the middle of the city, but it's still so quiet.
She is pulled from her stupor when Derek's face appears above hers, blocking out the sky.
"You okay?" he asks, concern in his voice.
"I'm good," she replies, barely registering how hard she's breathing. "I'm good."
Derek reaches down a hand to help her up and they head back inside after shaking out the snow on the back porch. After changing, and throwing their wet clothes in the dryer, they head to the kitchen for something warm to drink. She grumbles as she takes a sip of her coffee, because Izzie drank the last of the hot chocolate, and before she knows it Derek disappears up the stairs.
He comes downstairs moments later with a long rectangular golden box.
Meredith's eyes grow wide and she shakes her head, "Derek, isn't that part of your sisters' presents?"
"It's never a good idea to ship chocolate," he replies with a slightly guilty shrug as he opens up the box, revealing an assortment of chocolates.
"We can't eat someone's present, Derek. That has to be a Christmas rule. An official one," she tells him.
He laughs loudly at that and she glares at him.
He grabs the box top and consults the red Santa gift tag, "Kathy won't miss them. She doesn't even really like them," he reassures her.
"Then why did you buy them?"
"Because it's what you do when you have sisters," he shrugs. "I buy them all similar gifts, try to make sure they have the same value and that they will like them well enough, and I buy them all a box of chocolates."
"That sounds complicated."
"It can be. Molly and Betsy are easy enough to shop for, but Kathy and Nancy are a bitch." He doesn't elaborate further and holds the box out to her.
She looks at him skeptically but takes the box from him anyway. Before she can grab one, his phone rings and he heads out of the room to grab it.
She looks over the chocolates curiously, trying to decide which to take. After a minute or so of agonizing over which to pick, she snorts and grabs the one closest to her. It's round, a bit darker than some of the others, and is decorated with light pink lines. Shrugging she takes a bite, immediately spitting it out.
Of course, this is when Derek returns, slipping his phone into his pocket.
"That was disgusting, Derek."
He laughs when he looks into her hand and sees that she ate one of the dark chocolate cherry nougat candies.
"Don't eat the round ones," He tells her with a grimace.
"Don't eat the round ones?" she asks, her tone begging him to elaborate.
"The round ones give boxed chocolates a bad name," he replies.
"That doesn't make sense," she insists, "Every Christmas, my mom would get boxes of chocolate from clients or nurses or someone. She'd eat the round ones, and throw the rest out."
"She threw the rest out?" he asks. He sounds a little more horrified than the situation calls for.
"Yeah. Sometimes I thought she'd give me the rest, because sometimes she'd give me the gifts she didn't like, but with the chocolates, she'd take out the round ones, and the rest would end up in the trash. I figured they were gross so I didn’t really care," she explains.
"But you never tried them? Later when you were adult, you never ate boxed chocolates?" he asks, his voice tinged with something akin to pain.
Meredith really doesn't get what the big deal is, "Uh, no. Wouldn't that be kind of pathetic? A woman buying herself a box of chocolates?"
"One, no. Chocolate is sacred among women. It's the one indulgence that you're absolutely allowed to buy for yourself in any shape or form. And two, no."
"Sacred among women? Did you seriously just say that chocolate is sacred among women?" She mocks him. Sometimes she forgets that he grew up surrounded by a bunch of females.
He has the good grace to look a bit sheepish, but nods anyway. Instead of saying anything else, he looks at the box that is sitting between them and chooses a square candy that was a bit lighter than the one she chose earlier. He holds it up to her mouth, "Try it."
She hesitates for a second before taking a small bite. The caramel filling is a little too sweet, but still pleasant. A bit stays stuck to her lip and before she can lick it off, Derek leans forward and kisses her gently, licking off the sticky sweetness.
"It's good," she says with a genuine smirk. "Don't eat the round ones," she repeats to herself.
"Remember that for next year," he tells her.
"Next year?"
"You've been added to my box of chocolate list," he replies simply, but she can tell by the look in his eyes that it means something important to him so she nods her consent.
"I'll remember," she replies.
***
Huge thanks to hibbleton who probably deserves a co-writer credit on this given all the ideas she gave me. And thanks to mrsfjl66 for the speedy beta and all the help with the logistics of the Secret Santa thing. You both rock my socks, yo.