THE FACE. one she wasn’t sure she’d see again & if she did, certainly not anytime soon. but there it was, right in front of her, mocking her desperation, edging her on, toying with her emotions, bringing back the lovestruck-butterflies-in-the-stomach intern that loved him many moons before this one.
he offered her no words, but theirs was a bond that did not NEED many at all times. so many hardships & fights where words could have been necessary were solved with that exact face.
as he began pulling her hand toward their bedroom, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, mimicking his excitement. once the door shut behind him, her shirt was already on the floor & a meredith grey SQUEAL was escaping her when she felt his embrace wrap around her bare torso.
meredith could feel his hand was shifting back & forth against her back, causing his palm to apply pressure from one side & then the other against her skin. an exhale of air from the sensation of said applied pressure against certain points had her saying, ‘ YOU are going to master some g e n i u s sex technique with jerking hand movements. aren’t you? ’ an attempt to bring a smile to his face, maybe, her stream of consciousness getting the best of her, definitely. it was interrupting her lips from finding his. ‘ you’re so annoying. you’re the best at everything even when you’re not supposed to be able to be the best at everything. you are going to make me dr grey, wife of the best neurosurgeon in the world who cured alzheimers and created a technique that has people ASKING for ligments in their had to be altered in an attempt to master a tremor they don’t even have! i HATE you! ’ her pronunciation of hate was one of love; the facetiousness of a proud woman, a proud wife to an achiever.
sometimes she felt it: DISBELIEF. & there was something about feeling it, that disbelief of her i n c r e d i b l e luck during a time when they were going through a trauma that reminded her they would make it. they always made it.
he was pulling her down the hall and to their room shutting the door and smiling over the fact that she had so quickly removed her shirt and his arms came to wrap around her pulling her bare torso against his chest. he forced his trembling hand to remain against her back holding her tightly yet still moving as his other hand made short work of pulling off his shirt with a single hand. both hands came back to her body as he backed her towards the master bath.
her comment about his hand brought a laugh from his lips in fact he had been wondering it as well. wondering whether it’d be detrimental or almost a blessing when it came to sex. he had been too shy or perhaps too bent in his own misery to put it into use until now.
"you’re ridiculous,” he told her before wrapping his better arm around her waist and lifting her up and carrying her into the bathroom quick to knock the shower on and shut the door so it filled up with steam. he placed her on the sink counter while the water warmed and kissed her deeply.
he shook his head at her slew of comments about what greatness awaited him for this. he laughed though rather than dismiss them and found her lips with his inbetween her fantasies. his hand moved up her thigh shaking one moment and grasping it the next. he undid her pants quickly and lifted her up so he could remove them his hand moving in between her legs squeezing as he went. he knew he’d have to use his shaking hand for much of the sexual acts as he didn’t trust that side to hold meredith up as was needed.
derek kissed her almost hungrily as steam began to fill the bathroom and he began to step out of his pants his hands still roaming meredith’s body. “oh i hate you too, very much,” derek joked nipping gently at her lip.
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