The Seventh Sense is Love

Meredith and Derek are Back!

When Derek finished his lecture - he immediately checked his messages. There was one from Meredith asking him to meet her in the West Bar on 4th Avenue. He grinned as he disconnected his phone. If she was asking him to meet her in a nearby bar - that meant Ian was being taken care of and he'd have his alone time with her. He rushed the interns and Residents with questions as much as he could without being too obvious. Then he went to have a quick shower, change clothes and walk the few blocks to where his amazing wife was waiting.

Derek walked into the West Hotel and found the bar quickly enough. However, when he went inside, he didn't find Meredith. Frowning, he stepped back into the lobby and pulled out his phone to call her.

"Hi Derek," she answered immediately. She sounded rested, relaxed and like she was smiling.

It made him smile in return. "Hi Mer," he replied. "Are you running late?"

"Are you at the hotel?"

"Yes, in the lobby."

"Room 2312," she said and hung up on him.

Derek couldn't control the grin that spread across his handsome face as he put his phone away and walked toward the elevators. His wife was full of surprises. They had a room in this hotel. He pushed the button for the twenty-third floor and realized he felt like an anxious teenage boy on prom night. His mind was filled with things he wanted to do to and with Meredith. He was getting hard just thinking about her. When he knocked on the door and she opened it he nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her. She looked incredibly sexy and nothing, absolutely nothing like anyone's mom. She had on a black, strapless mini dress that hugged every beautiful curve and very high, red open-toed heels that made her legs look a mile long.

"Hi," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

She laughed and grabbed him by the hand to pull him into the room with her. She put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside doorknob and shut the door behind them. Derek pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She smelled good and tasted even better. He ran his fingers slowly up her arms, across her shoulders and to her neck. He moved his mouth from hers and grinned to see her kiss-swollen lips curve with a smile and a sigh. He bent his head to nibble her earlobe and heard her gasp.

Meredith reached down and grabbed the bottom of his sweater to pull it over his head. She tossed it and started tugging buttons as she pushed him toward the giant bed in the center of the room. "In a hurry?" he teased.

"Only to get you naked," she replied and pushed on his chest, so he'd get in bed. "Then I'm going to take my time and have my way with you."

Laying on his back in the bed, Derek grinned and started to say something. Then he groaned and covered his face with his hands.

"What?" Meredith asked, puzzled by his turn of mood.

Derek got off the bed and mumbled, "Put something on, please."

"What?" she asked again and then she said, a little angrily. "Derek, you better not tell me you have to go back to the hospital. I've had more than a five-minute shower. I'm plucked, waxed and my hair is clean. When was the last time all of that was done at once?"

He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. "You are my husband and I want heat and romance from you! I want to feel like a woman tonight and damn it, I want sex!"

Derek chuckled and as Meredith opened her mouth to yell at him again, he grabbed her and kissed her. He kissed her until she relaxed in his arms and enthusiastically kissed him back. Then he gently pushed her a step back and bent down to get his sweater from the floor. "Hold on," he said as she started to protest him putting it over her head and pulling it down her body. "There," he said and stepped back, "better."