The Seventh Sense is Love

Wedding Night

Meredith is nervous. She is gut-wrenching nervous and it's really, really silly to be this nervous but she is. And she doesn't know what to do about it. She's happy to be married and ridiculously in love with her husband. And yet here she is - a jittery ball of nerves - hiding out in the bathroom on their wedding night.

Maybe this is normal. The day had been perfect and she wants the night to be perfect, too. She's already brushed her hair and teeth, sprayed on the body splash she knows Derek likes and she is wearing the lingerie Molly had insisted she needed to buy. Actually, the lingerie is silky, barely there and Derek will definitely like it. If she could convince her silly-ass, nervous self to leave the bathroom.

"Meredith?" Derek calls, turning the doorknob, surprised that it's locked. "Are you okay?"

"Derek, I ah..." she trails off and takes a deep breath.

"Mer, what's wrong? Open the door."

She opens the door and goes immediately into his arms. "I'm sorry. Nothing's wrong. Not really - I mean, it's stupid."

He tilts her face up to his for a soft kiss and then asks again, "What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous," she whispers.

"What?" he grins and fakes a cough to try to cover his chuckle.

Her husband's reaction starts to calm her and Meredith pokes him in the ribs and replies, "I said I'm nervous."

Derek laughs, he can't help it. "Why are you nervous?" he asks as he pulls her with him toward the bed.

"Today was beautiful and perfect. I just want tonight to be the same way."

"Okay," Derek replies as he falls onto the bed and pulls her on top of him. "We're on Maui, we're married. You're my amazing and beautiful wife." He's running his hands over her and groans a little then continues, "And you're wearing something skimpy and slippery. How is this anything other than perfect?"

"When you put it that way..' Meredith giggles and leans down to kiss him as she feels her nervousness shift to excitement. She grinds herself against him and feels him immediately get hard.

He runs his hands over her silk-clad butt and up her back. She leans down to swirl her tongue around his nipples and he feels some silky material and a lot of skin against his chest. Derek runs his hands over the rest of her and gasps, "Jeez Mer, there's really not a lot to this thing, is there."

"No," she giggles and sits up to straddle him and pull his hands up the front of her. "This is all about easy access."

He groans again and with a couple of tugs has her naked except for the panties. Meredith rids Derek of his boxers and all that's between them is the nothing scrap of silk between her legs. He runs his thumb over the silk, feeling her twitch against him as she runs her nails down his chest. They continue their game of torturous pleasure and Derek whispers hoarsely, "You're wet already."

"I know," she gasps, leaning down to kiss and bite his lips urgently.

Derek flips them over so she's pinned beneath him. He kisses her deeply, hungrily as he grinds against her. He wants to make this last since it is their wedding night. "God Meredith," he groans when she tangles her fingers in the back of his hair and pulls while kissing him in return.

"I need you now," she demands, thrusting herself against him.

Making it last is a forgotten thought for Derek as he reaches down to remove the tiny panties. He thinks they might've ripped but doesn't care as he thrusts into her and she wraps her long legs securely around him. Derek threads his hands with her and holds them above her head. He leans down and kisses her softly and stills his body as he's buried deep inside her. They are truly one, connected in every way: body, mind, heart and soul.

Finally the kiss breaks and Derek whispers, "You're mine," as he thrusts into her slowly.

"Yes," she agrees, matching his slow rhythm. "And you're mine, too."

They move with one another. Slowly, building up the other's desire until it's almost painful. And finally, blissfully they fall over the edge into orgasmic delight. When they come back to earth, Derek whispers, "You're my wife."

"I am," she giggles as she gets comfortable and cuddles next to him.

"I love you," he states, stroking her hair.

"I love you too husband," she answers with a contented smile on her face.
*

"Mer."

She hears him softly calling her name but tries to stay asleep for a little longer. She's much too comfortable and much too warm and cozy to want to actually get out of bed. Turning slightly, she burrows her face into his neck and wraps her arms around him.

"Mer," he whispers again and trails his fingers lazily up her naked back. She gives a little shiver of pleasure and the sleep induced haze in her brain begins to clear. "Good morning," she mumbles and kisses his shoulder.

"Good morning Mrs. Shepherd," he replies, moving to kiss her lips.

"You're the only person allowed to call me 'Mrs.," she says and smiles as she finally opens her eyes. She giggles and places lots of little kisses on his face.

"What's that for?" he asks with a grin.

"We're married," she states happily.

"We are," Derek laughs, hugging her close to him.

"So technically," she says, moving to lay on top of him, "we're on our honeymoon now."

His response is to thread his fingers in her hair and pull her face down to his for a hungry kiss. Their love and passion for one another immediately takes over to make their brains mutually fuzzy.

They are interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

"What the hell?" Derek mumbles, agitated.

"Get out of bed horny newlyweds," Mark shouts through the door.

Meredith groans and rolls off of Derek. She asks, "Will he shut up and go away if we ignore him?"

"Yeah right," Derek replies as he gets out of bed and puts on a robe to go deal with his friend. He opens the door and snaps, "What do you want?"

"Good morning to you too," Mark replies and then laughs as Derek simply scowls at him. Enjoying himself, Mark yells into the room, "Good morning Mrs. Shepherd!"

"It's Dr. Shepherd," Meredith yells back. "What do you want?"

Mark laughs again and replies, "The girls didn't think you'd remember about brunch. Apparently they were right. Anyway, I volunteered to come remind you. Before you get to start your honeymoon you get to spend the majority of today with us. You know, the people who flew thousands of miles to be here with you.."

"We'll meet you in the restaurant," Derek says, starting to shut the door.

"You have thirty minutes," Mark says with another laugh as the door closes.

Meredith hugs her husband on the way to the shower. "Did you remember about today?"

"No," Derek sighs heavily. "I suck as a brother and a friend because I forgot they were here."

"Me too," Meredith giggles, turning on the water. "Want to join me for a shower before we go downstairs?"

"I better not. We'll definitely be late if I do."

"Really?" Meredith asks innocently as she kisses him and then pulls a laughing Derek into the shower with her.