The Seventh Sense is Love

Hospital Fun

"Kiss me."

"What?" Derek asked with a chuckle; pleased to see the blissful, pain-free look in his wife's eyes.

"Kiss me," Meredith said again, reaching out for him.

Derek sat on the edge of her bed and leaned over to place a quick, almost chaste kiss on her lips. Meredith gave an annoyed little sound and pulled his face back to hers and sealed her lips to his.

Derek's quick laugh turned to a groan when she snuck her tongue inside his mouth and rubbed it along his. Unable to resist, he slid his hands through her hair and tilted her head to kiss her back with equaled abandonment. When he started to pull away, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth back to hers. Meredith sucked on his bottom lip, causing another groan to rip from his throat. Derek lost himself in the beauty and passion that was exclusively Meredith's. No one else had ever gotten to him on so many levels and so completely. He cruised his lips over the softness of her face, placing little kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. "I love you, Mer. I love you," he said before moving his mouth to hers again.

"I love you too," she said around kissing her husband and then going into a little fit of giggles.

"What?" Derek asked, pulling back to study her face with a smile on his own.

"These drugs are great," Meredith said gleefully. "Why was I so resistant to them?"

Derek just laughed. He was more grateful than he was letting on that she had finally opted for the epidural. He was so relieved that she wasn't feeling any of the labor pains anymore. Now, he knew she was having a contraction by watching the monitor rather seeing her in gasping, wretched agony. He gave his own gasp as her small but efficient fingers closed around his thigh, very close to his groin. When that part of his anatomy involuntarily jumped in anticipation, Derek placed his hand over Meredith's.

Of course, she just laughed and nudged his hand away to continue massaging his thigh. Then Meredith ran her fingers along Derek's penis - now straining at his pants - and he grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"

"Well duh," she said and rubbed him some more. "I thought I was coming on to you."

"Great," he said and took a deep breath, trying desperately to control himself. "Drug induced horniness."

"Drugs have nothing to do with it. I just want to make out with my husband. I want to make you feel good."

Before he could respond the door opened and the nurse came in to check on Meredith again. Once she was done and the door was shut behind her, Meredith grinned at Derek and said, "Come on."

"Mer," he chuckled, "hospital, labor, no lock on the door, people coming in and out."

"Ahh, but you didn't say you don't want to do it," she giggled. "Come get in bed with me."

He ran his hands over his face. Of all the things he imagined happening today, this was definitely not one of them. He was fighting with himself, because he really did want to get in bed with her, even though the timing was wrong on so many levels. He tried reasoning with her, "You're numb from the waist down."

"You're not," she retorted. "Derek, obviously there can't be any intercourse, but we can still have plenty of fun. At some point today, we are going to have our baby and life as we know it is over. Right now, I don't want to be a huge, fat pregnant woman on the verge of giving birth and being a freaked-out mom. I just want to be a woman. I want to be your wife and do something sexy, fun and a little risky with you."

Derek felt his resolve slip away. He dragged a chair to the door and placed it in front of it to give a warning if anyone arrived. Then he went over and slipped in bed with Meredith after toeing his shoes off. He helped her roll to her side, so they were facing one another. Then he kissed her, softly and tenderly, just lips touching lips and lingering.

Derek untied the back of the plain hospital gown and ran his fingers up and down the soft skin of her lovely back. He pulled the gown down a little and kissed along her shoulder, her collarbone, the hollow in her throat and up to her lips. He trailed his fingers over the path he'd created with his lips and shifted to repeat the process on her other side. Goosebumps of pleasure speared on her skin and she ran her hands over his shoulders and arms. She was lost in the sensations of just being and feeling wholly cherished.

Meredith reached up to flick open the buttons on Derek's shirt and then placed her lips to his warm and exposed skin. As he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck again, she nibbled his earlobe and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. Then he pulled her hospital gown down further and took one of her nipples into his mouth to suck lavishly and greedily. It made her moan out loud and press into the warm heat of him.

"Shh," Derek said and continued his sensual torture.

She didn't care if someone heard them - she really didn't. So, they had a healthy sex life. Wasn't that apparent considering their current situation? She wiggled to make a little room and reached between them to unzip and unbutton his pants. He sprang out, hard, thick and long. The sigh he gave at being released turned to a groan as she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed then slowly stroked. She kept up with the slow stroking and sweat beads appeared on his forehead along with the sticky beads at the tip of his penis. She rubbed the droplets in a soft massage across the tip and had Derek groaning again. She captured his mouth with hers to muffle the sound that made her feel happy and powerfully feminine at the same time. She wrapped her hand around his thickness and stroked while he thrust. A few moments later, he caught his own orgasm in the tissues he'd absent-mindedly reached for.

When Derek had his breath back to normal, he took a good look at his grinning, beautiful wife and chuckled. "You're pleased with yourself."

"Of course," she nodded. "I got to have my way with you and have your lips and mouth and fingers on me. It's just what I wanted." She stretched a little and yawned as Derek refastened his pants and her hospital gown.

"You should try to sleep."

"Yeah," she agreed and yawned again. She closed her eyes and asked, "Will you stay right here?"

"Of course!" he answered and kissed her lips again. He continued to gently stroke her all over. Lovingly now rather than sexually. It had the effect of relaxing her further and before long she was breathing evenly and getting some much-needed sleep. Feeling very grateful for the woman in his arms - Derek closed his own eyes. And before long - joined her in napping - and the calm before the storm.