The Seventh Sense is Love

Just Enjoy

Two weeks after giving birth, Meredith awoke to the feel of Derek's morning erection nestled firmly into her butt. It felt good and she was surprised at how much she was missing sex with him. Everything she'd read and heard had made her think she'd be too tired and too busy with Ian to even think about - much less want - sex with Derek. And yes, she was tired and busy but God, how she wanted her husband. Apparently, he wanted her too, she thought and rubbed her butt slowly against his arousal. At least his sleeping, dreaming, morning body did. He gave a low groan in his sleep and squeezed her hip while thrusting against her backside. It made her giggle but she quickly bit her lip to stop. She didn't want to wake up their baby before she was done pleasing her husband. Meredith closed her eyes, lay still and cleared her head of Ian thoughts before moving against Derek again.

Derek squeezed her tightly in his arms and thrust against her again. He moved a hand under her tee shirt and over her stomach. She knew he was sleeping, she knew she should stop him but it felt really good having his hands on her again. She reached back and grabbed his butt, pushing hers back tighter to him. "Mer," he moaned in his sleep and she smiled. She gave a soft moan of her own as his wandering hand finally cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple lightly.

She knew the moment he was awake because he mumbled, "Crap," and pulled away from her as if he'd been touching a hot potato. She giggled and rolled over to kiss him.

"Good morning," she whispered and he buried his tongue in her mouth again. When they broke apart, he said, "Sorry."

"Uh uh," she mumbled and pushed him to his back and climbed on top of him before closing her mouth over his again. He was sleeping in just pajama bottoms and the bare skin of his chest felt warm and smelled inviting. She leaned up to tug off her own tee shirt and then lay back down on top of him.

Derek groaned at the feel of his wife's naked, full breasts on his chest. God, he wanted her. Who knew this six week wait would be such torture? He rolled them over and whispered, "We can't." then he scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and knew it'd be cold.

Getting up, Meredith checked on Ian and smiled at his even, steady breathing. Then she went into the bathroom and found that, sure enough, Derek was standing under a steady stream of water. She shed the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower with him.

"Meredith," Derek sighed miserably. He loved looking at her. He really did, but naked and wet and not being able to make love to her was just too damn much. "We can't."

"I can't," she corrected and reached around him to turn the water from too cool to a much more comfortable, hot temperature. She pressed her naked breasts to his back and kissed his neck. She ran her fingers across his tense stomach and whispered, "You can, though."

"I can wait."

"Why should you?" she asked and moved around to the front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She stood on her tip toes and started kissing his neck. She smiled as she felt his penis start to stir against her again.

"It's not fair," he said lamely and made her laugh.

"No, it's not," she agreed as she reached down and stroked his rapidly hardening penis. She looked into his darkening blue eyes and asked, "Why shouldn't I be allowed to please you? Your body isn't the one healing."

"That isn't what I meant," he said hoarsely, rubbing his hands up and down her wet shoulders. He was afraid to touch her any where else.

"I know," she smiled up at him and then let go of his penis to squirt some liquid shower gel into her hands. She rubbed it into a lather and started washing him. He tensed and she leaned up to kiss him again. "Just enjoy," she whispered and then slowly ran her soapy hands all over his hard and perfectly hairy body.

Derek couldn't resist any longer and admitted that he didn't really want to. It was heavenly torture having her soft slippery hands all over his body. He watched as she cleaned every part of him. She smiled at him and it took his breath away. She really was beautiful but felt that the word didn't even come close to doing her justice. Derek had thought he'd been in love with her before but he found something new to love everyday.

He gasped as her tiny hand reached around from the back and grasped his rock hard penis again. She took advantage of the soapiness and stroked him with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. "God," he groaned, thrusting into her hand. He mumbled some other unintelligible things that made her smile as he came hard.

Meredith started washing her hair as Derek rinsed the soap and bodily fluid from his body. He grinned at her and said, "I love you."

"I know."

When he was done rinsing, he reached for the shower gel, intent on washing his wife. And that was when they both heard an angry baby, crying very loudly.

"Sorry," Derek said to Mer as he rinsed the soap from his hands.

"Just as well," Meredith said as he got out and dried off quickly.

"I guess," he reluctantly agreed. He leaned back into the shower and kissed her mouth. "Four weeks," he stated, "and then I'll make you feel like a Queen."

"I already do," she smiled.

"Then I promise to make you scream," he grinned.

Ian wailed again and Meredith giggled. "Right now, you have an angry baby to calm down."

Derek secured the towel around his waist and grinned, "Yeah."

"I'll hurry," she said, knowing their baby was crying because he was hungry. In addition to the fact that he didn't like being left alone. She watched Derek walk out of the bathroom and sighed. She really hoped she'd survive the next four weeks.