The Seventh Sense is Love

Time to Celebrate

Meredith pulled into the garage and went into the house to see Derek and Ian. She'd had a long day but surprisingly, wasn't tired at all. It was January and the holidays had been fun and exciting, but she was glad they were over. She was also glad that she and Derek had the next two days off. It would be so nice to have the uninterrupted family time together. Plus, she thought as she went into their quiet, toy-cluttered house, she had something important she wanted to talk to Derek about. She dropped her purse and her briefcase on the couch and glanced at her watch. It was only six o'clock. Where were her boys?

"Derek? Ian?" she called, walking down the hall. Ian's room was empty and there was no evidence that bath time had occurred. Thinking they might be on the deck outside - she went toward her room to change her shoes. She stopped abruptly in the doorway and grinned.

"Hi," Derek said and smiled at her.

"Hi," she replied and looked around their room. He had flickering candles everywhere and their bottle of victory dance champagne was chilling. All he was wearing was worn blue jeans with the top button undone. "We're celebrating."

"We are," he nodded. "We saved Beth and Jeremy so it's time to toast to them and all the others. Ian is at Kathleen's."

Meredith's pulse leaped in anticipation. She walked slowly to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned up and placed her lips upon his. They kissed one another until they were both breathless. Then Meredith took a couple of steps back from Derek. He arched an eyebrow in question, and she pulled her black sweater over her head and tossed it away. Then she unfastened her dark blue jeans and shimmied them slowly over her hips and down her legs. Derek's eyes became passionately hazy as he drank in the sight of his wife stripping for him. He chuckled when she giggled and said, "I forgot my boots."

"I'll get them," he said and knelt down before her to efficiently peel off her boots, socks and jeans. She steadied herself by holding onto his well-defined shoulders. When he was done, she started to remove her wispy black panties and he stopped her with a shake of his head. Then her legs grew shaky as he stayed kneeling before her and softly kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. Derek moved his face to her vagina and inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of her arousal and had a strong sense of primal male pride over causing it. He looked up and saw her watching him - her gorgeous eyes filled with undisguised lust and need. He kissed her through her panties and grabbed her butt as she swayed against him. He chuckled once again and asked, "Are you all right, Mer?"

She shoved her fingers in his hair and pulled - the way she knew he liked it. "You know exactly what you're doing," she replied, slightly short of breath.

"Should I stop?" he teased.

"No."

"I should," he said and got up from the floor to walk away from her.

Meredith stared in shock at her husband's back. She was about to protest when she had a different idea. She quietly went to their bathroom and brushed her teeth. She was rinsing her mouth when he leaned in the doorway.

"I was kidding," he said.

"I know," she said and hid her smile in the hand towel as she wiped her mouth. "Don't worry about it," she continued, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Let's just go to bed."

He raised his eyebrows and walked over to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started kissing and lightly nipping her neck. He pressed his erection - still confined in his jeans - into her and moved his hands to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened and he could see the areolas darken through the wispy material. He pinched them, a little harder than usual, and caused her to gasp in surprised pleasure. She arched her back and rubbed her butt up and down his erection. He groaned and ran the fingers of his right hand over her vagina - on the outside of her panties.

"You're wet."

"Yes," she moaned.

"I thought you wanted to sleep," he said, starting to move his hand away.

She grabbed his wrist and pushed it back to her panties. "Don't you dare stop."

He laughed but it was abruptly cut off when she reached back and between their bodies to shove his jeans down and rub her panty-clad rear against his throbbing penis. He kicked his jeans away and slipped his hand inside her panties and slid two fingers deep inside her pulsing wetness. She gasped and rocked her lower body. The motion rubbed him with her butt and herself with his fingers. He ran his thumb in slow circles over her clit and watched as well as felt her come apart in his arms. He continued rubbing her and she was a quivering mass of flesh in his arms.

Derek let go of Meredith just to pick her up again and carry her to their bed. "I love you," he said, laying her down and yanking her panties off of her as she threw her bra aside.

"I love you too," she panted and opened her legs to him as he thrust deeply into her accommodating body. "Derek," she moaned and squeezed him tightly within her. "Roll over."

He did as she said and she sat on top of him. They both groaned yet again as she wiggled to take him even deeper inside. Then she looked down into his cobalt eyes and began rocking her pelvis against his in slow, circular motions. She kept her eyes on his and increased her speed once she knew he was getting close.

Abruptly, Derek reached up to wrap his arms around her and flipped them back over. He laced his fingers with hers and held them above her head. He kept his eyes on hers and thrust, slow, long and deep. He kept with this pace and built both of them back up slowly. They were holding one another and kissing softly when they came together in shuddering, gasping, sweating release. They immediately fell into a contented sleep.

A few hours later - they awoke very hungry. While Derek made pancakes, Meredith got orange juice for both of them and took a deep breath.

"Something wrong?"

"No," she replied and smiled at him. "I just," she trailed off and bit her bottom lip.

"What is it, Mer?"

"We're growing out of our house."

"We are," he agreed immediately.

"Okay," she said, surprised at his easy compliance to her statement.

"Why are you surprised?"

"Well, this was your home before Ian and I -"

"It's just a house Mer," he interrupted with a shrug. "Granted, we've started an amazing life here but the house itself isn't what matters to me. You and Ian are what matters."

She let out a deep sigh and hugged him tightly. "I love the land."

"So do I."

"Do you want to add on to this house or build a new one elsewhere on our land?"

"Do you have a preference?"

"Yes," she nodded, "but I want your answer first."

Derek looked around as he flipped pancakes and then stated, "Let's build a new house. As you said, this was my house before," he shrugged. "So, let's build our house together."

Meredith giggled and kissed him all over his face and pressed her body tightly to his. "I was hoping you'd say that. Maybe we can get in to see your architect this weekend."

"Mmmm," he kissed her back and pulled her tighter to him. "Keep saying thank you like that and dinner will be put off again."

"Okay," she said, slipping her hands under his shirt.

Derek laughed and turned off the burners before picking up his happy wife and carrying her back to bed.