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Derek smiled at her from his place on their worn couch. He pushed his laptop onto the coffee table, its fan whirring aggressively from overuse. The poor thing was going to capsize under the weight of the data he’d been plugging into it.
The data she’d collected from the pretrial patients on their early-onset Alzheimer’s trial was not not working, which was great news.
“You want to know what else is great news?” he asked, grabbing the side of the couch to pull himself toward her.
She leaned into him. “What?”
“The kids are not gonna be home for another twenty minutes.”
The kids in question being Lexi, April, Alex, and Jackson. Meredith laughed and let Derek pull her into his lap. He leaned up to kiss her, and she grinned against his mouth.
“That is great news,” she agreed.
His hand slid under her shirt, and she shivered. “Mhm,” he murmured. “I think we should celebrate.”
The low vibrations of his voice danced across her skin. She pushed her fingers into his hair, tugging at the thick strands. God , she loved his hair. She loved its salt and pepper, its perfect length, the way it felt against her body. “What did you have in mind?”
He pulled her hips flush to his and flipped them so that her head rested on the armrest and his body loomed over hers. “Well, a thought occurred to me.”
“Did it?”
Meredith arched her back and let him tug her shirt and sweater off and away. She began to tear at the blue dress shirt that kept her from running her hands and mouth all over his bare chest.
“It occurred to me that we’ve been married for, what, almost two years now? And we’ve never had a chance to fuck on our own sofa.”
“You make it sound so romantic."
Derek bit at her lip. “It is romantic,” he said. “It’s a new surface to christen.”
She unbuckled his belt, rolling her hips at the feeling of how much he wanted her. “Come on, we’ve screwed on this couch before.”
“Yes, but not as husband and wife.”
Meredith giggled and let him tug at her bra. It was one of her favorites, a burgundy push-up that had somehow survived her college and med school days. He ran his large hands up her back and pulled at the lacy strap. It snapped, and was slung away and onto the carpet.
“You broke my bra!”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, biting into the soft swell of her breast. “I’ll buy you seven new ones.”
She tried to swat at him, but the pleasure of his touch sent her arm curling and her voice moaning. “They don’t make ‘em anymore.”
His tongue circled a nipple. “I’ll build you one, then. Add it to the Dreamhouse tab.” He took one breast in each hand and squeezed. “Or you could forgo bras altogether. Go without, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.” He bit down, and Meredith decided that he maybe had a point.
“Well, take yours off so it’s fair,” she whined.
He braced himself on his knees and let her help him out of his unbuttoned jacket and undershirt. He rolled back his shoulders and grinned. “Are we even now?”
Meredith wrapped her arms around his neck. “Not until you let me bite something, too,” she said, dragging her teeth against his collar bone. He moaned and arched into her.
With his free hands, he pushed at the waistband of her pants. “Bite all you want, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s get these things off of you.”
She clung to him, biting into his shoulders as he helped her wriggle out of her pants. When he slid his hands under the waistband of her underwear – nothing special, just cotton bikinis for running around the hospital – she pressed her teeth into the junction of his neck and collarbone.
“Oh, my god, Meredith,” he rasped. “You’re gonna leave a mark.”
“Mhm.”
Derek groaned. “I can’t go to work with a – oh, god – with a hickey.”
She swirled her tongue around his reddening skin and sucked. “Sure you can. Just slap a band-aid over it, Mark does it all the time –”
He grabbed her roughly and maneuvered them so that he was on top of her again, knees bracketing her hips. “Never,” he said, pulling at the elastic of her panties and letting it snap against her skin, “talk about Mark in our bedroom.”
Meredith grinned. “But we’re not in our bedroom, Derek. We’re on the sofa.” She pushed her hips towards his hand. “Do that snappy thing again.”
Derek snapped the elastic against the other hip before yanking the garment away altogether. Meredith helped him shimmy the fabric down her legs, gasping at the sensation of cool air against her warm center. She let herself be pulled forward, knees propped on Derek’s shoulders.
“Look at you,” he said. “You’re dripping. Is that all for me?”
She bit her lip as he ran a finger through her folds. “Of course it is, have you seen your ass in those scrub pants?”
Derek laughed. “No, I’ve never seen it. I’ve been told it’s pretty dreamy, though.” He pushed his finger in deeper before pulling it away and sucking it into his mouth. His eyes darkened. “Fucking delicious.”
Meredith shuddered.
“I think I’d like some more,” he said, bending to bury his head between her legs. His heels dug into the armrest.
“ Derek,” she whined. She clung to his back, scratching her nails along the pale skin. “We only have twenty minutes.” Not that she wanted him to stop. Nobody had ever been able to eat her out like Derek Shepherd. But if he wanted to christen their sofa in the Biblical sense, he was going to have to hurry up.
“It’s your house,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you senseless until you tell me to stop. They have bedrooms. And a porch.”
She started to laugh, but her laughter quickly turned to moaning. Derek worked into her with his hands and mouth. He knew her body better than any brain. He knew its ticks and its triggers, and he knew how to turn her into a gooey mess as quickly or slowly as he liked.
Tonight, he was going for slowly.
“Please,” she said, arching her neck. “I need it.”
His tongue circled her clit. “Hmm,” he said, and the vibrations of his voice nearly drove her out of her mind. “Please what? What do you need sweetheart?”
Meredith tugged his hair and whimpered. “You know what I need, you always do.”
He pulled his face from between her legs and kissed her. She tasted herself on him and whimpered.
Derek bit at her bottom lip and tugged. “Yes, but I need you to tell me.”
“Make me come,” she said, pumping her hips in an effort to press against him.
“Be more specific, sweetheart.”
She growled. “Put your million-dollar neurosurgeon hands in my cunt and rub them over my clit until I pop.”
“Good girl.”
Meredith clamped her legs around his shoulders as he leaned back down and put those hands exactly where she needed them. He wasn’t going slowly anymore – he was on a mission.
“Derek, I’m gonna…” she began, fist moving to cover her mouth.
His hand stilled. “You’re gonna what? Finish your sentences, sweet girl.”
She bit into her knuckles. “Come, come, I’m gonna come,” she managed. “Please let me come, Derek, please let me –”
Her body arched off the sofa like the string of a crossbow. Pleasure surged through her body, and she cried out. Drool covered her knuckles as her arm went limp beneath the swell of afterglow.
Derek moved up to kiss her, and she let him chase her with her lips until she caught her breath.
“So,” she said, “have we christened?”
He laughed. “Oh, come on. You’re smarter than that. We haven’t christened anything until I’ve got my cock buried inside of you.”
Meredith gasped, but her surprise had no chance to linger. Between breaths, he had his pants down and his hips lined up with hers. Derek thrust into her, giving her no time to rest before he began working her towards a second precipice of pleasure.
They rocked in silent tandem for several explosive minutes. Meredith loved the way he played with her, grabbing onto her breasts and nipping at her the way he knew she liked. Before long, she was curling her toes against his back and panting.
“Ready to make a baby, sweetheart?” he asked, voice a low grunt.
She crashed their lips together, biting down as she came. He followed suit, crying out and filling her up. The only sound between them was the sharp pumping of hot breath.
When Meredith had it in her to speak, she said, “I think we did it.”
Derek kissed her. “What, christened the couch or made a baby?”
“Both, I hope.”
He laughed. “You know, I read a study the other day.”
“Did you?” She smiled up at him, relaxing in the wash of endorphins. “What did it say?”
“It said that you should keep your legs up here on my shoulders so your not-hostile uterus can decide that it wants to cook our baby.”
Meredith rested her arms behind her head. She glanced at his abandoned laptop. “You don’t have super-important data to plug in.”
“Oh, I do,” he said. He grinned. “But I’m enjoying this view much more.”
She laughed. “I guess the gallery’s open, then, Dr. Shepherd.”
As he leaned down to kiss her, a commotion of muffled laughter and heavy footsteps echoed from the front walkway. Meredith reached for a blanket to cover herself, but there were none to be found.
Derek laughed.
“This is not funny,” she said.
“It’s kind of funny.” He adjusted himself so that he was covering her naked body from view.
The front door opened.
“April, if you bring up that freakin’ chore chart one more time, I’m gonna –”
Whatever Alex was planning to do was cut off by a shrill scream. Footsteps clamored up the stairs with more speed than they’d withstained in recent history.
“You people have a freakin’ bedroom for a freakin’ reason!” Alex yelled before making his own escape.
The room was quiet for a long moment.
“Kids are home,” said Meredith.
Derek collapsed over her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I love you.”
Meredith smiled. “I love you, too.”
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