The day seemed to drag on for Meredith too, not having all that much to do as the afternoon progressed. She'd gotten herself out of bed, as difficult as that was, as soon as he left to hurry across the hall to check on her dress. She'd unwrapped and hung it in the extra bedroom yesterday before they'd collapsed in bed. And so exhausted was she when doing so that upon waking, she had a horrible feeling she'd dreamed the whole thing and she would find her dress still bundled in its travel bag.
There was a big sigh of relief when she discovered she was wrong.
From there, Meredith made her way to the kitchen, knowing that if she didn't have coffee and soon, she would never be able to function. She found that Derek has left her a pot and she smiles, jokingly saying aloud that this is why she is marrying him
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He can't say how long she had been standing there before he sees her. All he knows is that he had been scanning the flowers tied to the entrance of the gazebo, giving them one last glance to make sure none of them were slipping when a flash of white catches his eye and he turns toward it, his breath catching hard in his throat as he takes her in.
He stands there, captivated by her for a long moment before their guests seem to notice her too, and suddenly the music is shifting and the minister clears his throat and Meredith takes a step closer and then another.
She isn't so far away that he can't see her smile and his own spreads across his face as he gives her a nod, a nervous habit of his that he hardly even knows exists.
And it isn't until she's taken a few more steps that she starts to blur around the edges and he realizes his eyes have filled with tears without his even noticing. But he blinks them away quickly, unwilling to be distracted even for a moment from the vision of her walking toward him to become his wife.
There are tears in her own eyes and a lump in her throat that she keeps trying to dislodge by swallowing hard. It won't budge though, and she gives up, hoping that when the time comes, she'll be able to speak.
It seems like an eternity before she joins him on the gazebo, finally reaching the stairs and pausing long enough to set her bouquet aside before taking her place beside him and slipping her hand into his.
It takes the minister clearing his throat a second time before Derek manages to tear his gaze away from her but even then he can't help but sneak a glance at her every few seconds, as if reassuring himself that she's still standing beside him, still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.
She is.
And when the minister asks them to bow their heads in prayer, he doesn't even pretend to close his eyes, instead reveling in the opportunity to look at her at will.
Meredith, on the other hand, is content to take her time for once. It's something they've never had much of it seems, mostly because of their jobs. A small part of it she thinks, though, is that sometimes they hurry as though trying to make up for the time they lost.
But tonight?
Tonight marks the start of almost two weeks together alone. No work, no pagers, no cellphones. No need to hurry.
More importantly, though, tonight marks the start of the rest of their life together. Lost time is no longer important.
While that may be true-- and he'd be glad to know that their time lost is definitely part of their past and no longer a part of their future-- it only means they'll have to come up with a new excuse for how intense their desire for each other can mount, how long it can last, and how quickly it can return.
Because while he has no problem taking it slowly tonight, or every night from now on, he can't deny how much he wants her, can't hide the evidence pressing against her. Can't stop his hands from stroking the bare skin of her back or the soft skin of her thigh as it slips just underneath the hem of her nightgown.
And he certainly can't stop the groan swallowed by their kiss as he thinks about how they belong to each other now, how she made every one of his dreams come true today.
So, maybe they're all caught up on the past but they have a whole lifetime ahead of them they have to keep up with.
Her arms drop from his waist, hands reaching instead to finger the buttons on his shirt, carefully freeing one and then another and then, another, working her way down the entire shirt until it gapes open, offering her own hands ease of access to caress bare skin.
And all the while, she only breaks from their kisses once, long enough to nuzzle her face against his cheek as she grabs a quick breath of air to sate her lungs, softly whispering "love" before closing her mouth back over his again.
One hand stays underneath her negligee, drawing patterns on the back of her thigh close to where it curves into her ass-- patterns that would probably be his name if he were paying attention-- while the other hand moves up into her hair, tugging just enough so that their kiss breaks abruptly and loudly.
He stares at her with dark, hungry eyes, drinking in the sight of her for a long moment before he smiles at her, a cocky, arrogant one that promises so many delicious things as he leans closer to press hot, wet kisses on her neck.
She's not the only one marveling at their new relationship, but his thoughts are clouded by other more pressing matters at the moment.
He can feel his orgasm gathering like a tidal wave, igniting every cell as each thrust inside her pushes him closer and closer to the edge.
"Love you," he promises against her mouth as his hand wanders down her body, moving between them to find that one spot that is sure to have her right there with him.
He finds it and her eyes shut again, head tipping back and body lifting into his as a soft whimpering sound reverberates in her throat.
Her own climax had already been starting to build as well, and now with his fingers rubbing over and around the sensitive bundle of nerves, it's growing more rapidly, the tensing muscles of her body responding to every stroke. She tightens her legs around him even more as her fingers grasp wherever they can, clinging to him.
He can't kiss her like this, not while he's touching her, while he's still bracing himself as he moves inside her. He can't kiss her without shifting, stopping for a moment to adjust their positions. And he doesn't want to do that because they are both so close-- so close-- and he's not about to stop their impending climaxes just because he wants to kiss her.
No matter how much he wants it.
So he keeps his eyes trained on her face, his pupils large and only half-focused on her as he concentrates on adding more pressure where she needs it, knowing that her orgasm will be the catalyst for his own.
At some point just before she comes, her eyes reopen and she smiles at him, all of her currently uncoveyable thoughts and feelings displayed with just the soft curve of her mouth.
And then suddenly, with a final desperate gasp, her mind is blank, all thoughts dropping away as she tumbles over the edge that he's been working her towards, leaving her instead with wave after lingering wave of pleasure.
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There was a big sigh of relief when she discovered she was wrong.
From there, Meredith made her way to the kitchen, knowing that if she didn't have coffee and soon, she would never be able to function. She found that Derek has left her a pot and she smiles, jokingly saying aloud that this is why she is marrying him ( ... )
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He stands there, captivated by her for a long moment before their guests seem to notice her too, and suddenly the music is shifting and the minister clears his throat and Meredith takes a step closer and then another.
She isn't so far away that he can't see her smile and his own spreads across his face as he gives her a nod, a nervous habit of his that he hardly even knows exists.
And it isn't until she's taken a few more steps that she starts to blur around the edges and he realizes his eyes have filled with tears without his even noticing. But he blinks them away quickly, unwilling to be distracted even for a moment from the vision of her walking toward him to become his wife.
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It seems like an eternity before she joins him on the gazebo, finally reaching the stairs and pausing long enough to set her bouquet aside before taking her place beside him and slipping her hand into his.
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She is.
And when the minister asks them to bow their heads in prayer, he doesn't even pretend to close his eyes, instead reveling in the opportunity to look at her at will.
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But tonight?
Tonight marks the start of almost two weeks together alone. No work, no pagers, no cellphones. No need to hurry.
More importantly, though, tonight marks the start of the rest of their life together. Lost time is no longer important.
They're all caught up.
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Because while he has no problem taking it slowly tonight, or every night from now on, he can't deny how much he wants her, can't hide the evidence pressing against her. Can't stop his hands from stroking the bare skin of her back or the soft skin of her thigh as it slips just underneath the hem of her nightgown.
And he certainly can't stop the groan swallowed by their kiss as he thinks about how they belong to each other now, how she made every one of his dreams come true today.
So, maybe they're all caught up on the past but they have a whole lifetime ahead of them they have to keep up with.
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And all the while, she only breaks from their kisses once, long enough to nuzzle her face against his cheek as she grabs a quick breath of air to sate her lungs, softly whispering "love" before closing her mouth back over his again.
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He stares at her with dark, hungry eyes, drinking in the sight of her for a long moment before he smiles at her, a cocky, arrogant one that promises so many delicious things as he leans closer to press hot, wet kisses on her neck.
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He can feel his orgasm gathering like a tidal wave, igniting every cell as each thrust inside her pushes him closer and closer to the edge.
"Love you," he promises against her mouth as his hand wanders down her body, moving between them to find that one spot that is sure to have her right there with him.
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Her own climax had already been starting to build as well, and now with his fingers rubbing over and around the sensitive bundle of nerves, it's growing more rapidly, the tensing muscles of her body responding to every stroke. She tightens her legs around him even more as her fingers grasp wherever they can, clinging to him.
"Love you...back."
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No matter how much he wants it.
So he keeps his eyes trained on her face, his pupils large and only half-focused on her as he concentrates on adding more pressure where she needs it, knowing that her orgasm will be the catalyst for his own.
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And then suddenly, with a final desperate gasp, her mind is blank, all thoughts dropping away as she tumbles over the edge that he's been working her towards, leaving her instead with wave after lingering wave of pleasure.
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