The Seventh Sense is Love

A Day Off Together

"I can't believe this is the first day off we've had together in a month," Derek grumbles on the first Saturday morning in December.

Meredith rolls over and wraps her arms around his naked chest. She is so grateful that they can stay in their warm, comfortable bed and neither has to rush anywhere. "You've loved every moment of the past month," she says and moves up to kiss him. "Good morning, by the way."

"Good morning," he answers with a grin. "I am loving being back to work at the hospital. I just didn't anticipate the extreme lack of personal time together."

"Really? Didn't you have an insane schedule before?"

"Yes, but I just didn't think it would be this bad. I'm teaching this time instead of an Attending."

"The difference is, you're married to a Fellow who is not entitled to any life of her own at this point in her career."

"Ugh," Derek sighs, "Okay, no wasting our day off together complaining about crap schedules."

"Agreed," she replies and kisses him again. "How would you like to spend our day, Dr. Shepherd?"

"Hmmmm, this is a nice start," he says and pulls her on top of him. Then he pulls her tee shirt off of her so he can run his fingers up her back as he kisses her thoroughly.

They take their time with one another. Something that feels like a luxury. There are no phones ringing or pagers interrupting them. They kiss, touch, laugh, moan and feel all kinds of delectable pleasure together. Then, after a blissful orgasmic rush, they sleep again, tangles together and holding close to one another.

When they awaken for the second time, two hours later, it's pouring rain outside and they're both ravenously hungry. "I'll get us coffee," Meredith says.

"I'm taking a quick shower," Derek answers and rolls out of bed.

Meredith grins as she walks him walk away.

"I feel you looking at me," he says loudly, with a grin in his voice.

"That's because you have a great ass that is just so easy to admire."

She hears him laughing and goes to the kitchen to start their coffee. She goes to the bathroom and gets in the shower with him. "I figured I'd join you while the coffee brews."

"Is that right?" he grins and pulls her to him for a squelching kiss. Then, to her surprise, he turns her so her head is under the water. He gently pushes all of her hair back from her face as it is soaked with the steamy water.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to wash your hair," he answers.

"Okay," she answers on a contented sigh and takes his hand to pour some of her shampoo into his palm. He turns her so her back is to his chest and then works the shampoo into her hair, gently massaging her scalp in the process. Meredith is amazed at how something so everyday can suddenly be erotic and relaxing because her husband is doing it.

"Is there shampoo on your face?" he asks as he starts massaging the back of her neck.

"Huh? What?"

"Shampoo? On your face?" he asks with a laugh.

"Oh. No, I'm great," she answers and sighs again. "God Derek, I can't even begin to tell you how amazing this feels."

"That's the point," he answers and turns her around to start rinsing the shampoo out. Once he feels that her hair is well-rinsed he says, "Okay, now the conditioner."

She giggles and pours a liberal amount into his open palm. He brings it to his nose and says, "There's your scent." Then he coats her hair with it and says. "Now it stays there for a few minutes. Right?"

"Right," she giggles. "Just long enough for me to wash you."

"No," he says and yanks her body to his. "Long enough for me to make love to you again."

All she can do is grin because she has absolutely no intention of objecting. They ravish one another again, finish their shower and dress in comfortable clothes. Then they finally get their coffee and start making breakfast.