Thanks everyone...you know how much I adore MerDer together, and I think we need some of this sweet, sexy story to keep us going over the summer. For now, enjoy the rest of their evening here...reviews gratefully accepted!

Chapter Four - Chocolate Pudding & Tequila

Meredith hummed to herself as she opened the fridge, scanning the contents critically. God, but they needed to buy some real food….there was nothing but leftover pizza and Chinese takeout…and tequila and beer… She bent over, rummaging for the last eggs that were sitting in their case on the bottom shelf.

"Nice view…" Derek whistled, and she turned around to look at him, where he was leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, dress slacks slung low on his hips. All of that lean, toned chest was on display, and her fingers itched to trace that taut definition all over again. She couldn't seem to get enough of touching him.

"Not bad yourself…" she murmured, setting the egg carton on the counter. Her body tingled with anticipation as he stalked across the floor to her. He caught her around the waist, picking her up easily. She made a little squeak of surprise, before he set her onto the island. The kitchen was dimly lit from the light over the stove, and it seemed cozy and warm being there with him.

Placing his hands on either side of her, Derek leaned down to kiss her, slowly tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, which set off more little shivers down her spine. When he finally drew back, she was breathless again, having lost track of what she had been doing before he joined her. Nothing else seemed to matter but having those hands on her again, and fitting herself around that erection that was demanding attention again. Damn, but the man had amazing recovery time.

"Didn't you say something about food?" he asked her, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs, coming to rest at her hips.

"Huh?" She couldn't formulate anything more coherent at the moment, mesmerized by the intoxicating blue of his eyes, combined with the way he was touching her made her brain short-circuit.

"If you're going to seduce me again, woman, I might need something to keep my strength up."

Meredith blinked, "Oh, right, food-"

Derek chuckled softly, tipping her chin up. "You okay, Meredith?"

"I think so…this isn't what I was expecting this evening..." Meredith leaned back, letting his shirt fall away from her. "There is something else you can have right now…" she murmured suggestively.

"Getting rather insatiable, aren't you?" Derek asked, his eyes hot as he contemplated her nearly naked body displayed for him. Just as delectable as ever in her eagerness to go along with his demands.

"You seem to make me lose all my inhibitions…."

"Well, then, let's see what else we can find to add to the enjoyment…" Derek backed away from her for a moment. "Don't move…I have plans for you…"

Meredith stared at his toned back as he searched through the fridge. "Not much in there, babe…" she called out, her body humming in anticipation.

"No…but there is this…" He held up a couple of cups of chocolate pudding that she'd overlooked earlier. "I can improvise…" Giving her a wicked look, he scooped out some of the pudding, and smeared it over her breasts, taking time to decorate her nipples with small dabs. From there, he trailed down across her belly, making her gasp from the shock of the chill. He leaned over and began to lick it away from her, over her hard nipples, his tongue stroking and licking, the sweet chocolate melding with the taste of her. He left wet trails along her body, making her moan and giggle alternately.

"Hungry, Derek?" she teased him, arching her back, thrusting her breasts towards him.

"Hmmm…" he paused, considering. "I could eat something…" he said suggestively, rubbing the heel of his hand over her damp pussy. "Something wet and hot…"

"So what's stopping you?" Meredith taunted him.

"Just admiring the view," he murmured, before dipping his head and stroking his tongue over her damp folds, tasting her juice mixed with the chocolate, more wet and creamy than ever. Deeper and deeper, his tongue ravaged her, sucking on her clit, feeling the spasm of her core as she started to climax. Coming hard, bucking and moaning as he kept up the torment, until she was limp with pleasure.

"Oh my god…" Meredith sighed, wondering why he was able to make her lose all of her inhibitions so easily. She was fighting to keep her control, but he was doing things to her she never anticipated.

"Two can play this little game, Derek…" she murmured, moving away from him and grabbing one of the pudding cups.

"What d'you have in mind, babe?"

Meredith just grinned at him, unzipping his pants in a swift motion. "You think you're the only one who can do this?" She smiled sweetly at him, as she spread some of the creamy cold pudding over his cock. Derek flinched at the sensation, but stood still, while she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her warm tongue contrasted with the cold, and his head went back at the feel of it. She swirled around the sensitive head, and back down along the aching length. His hips flexed in response, driving against her, need more and more. Heat and pressure built up, and he groaned and swore, grabbing the edge of the counter to stay upright.

"Take it all, babe…you do that so good…" he muttered, before the climax started to take over, his blood pounding through his veins, as he lost himself against her lips. His legs shook from the effort of standing, and he sucked his breath in hard, trying to regain some control.

Meredith let him go, slumping to the floor, half laughing, half gasping. Derek looked down at her, a smile on his lips. "You look good," he said, grabbing the bottle of tequila from the counter. He sank down beside her, offering her a drink. Her expression was sated and a little naughty, as he surveyed her appearance. Hair in a tangle, smears of chocolate over her skin, her lips swollen from his hard kisses. She was an intriguing combination of wanton mixed with artlessness; able to match his desires while at the same time making him feel protective of her.

"Now, this is what I call having fun in the kitchen," she giggled, taking the bottle from him. "I'm not going to be able to look at this counter quite the same way again…"

"Just think of me…" he smirked, running a hand over his hair. "Hey, did you like the roses?"

"Oh yes…sorry…" she giggled, the tequila starting to hit her. "They were lovely! You kinda made me forget about that earlier…"

"Too much tequila for you," he said, taking the bottle away from her. "And we still need some real food." He rested his head against the cupboard. Somehow in his experience with women, this was the first time he had been naked in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of tequila, with chocolate pudding the only sustenance available. Then he grinned, unable to keep from laughing at the situation.

"What?"

"This has been quite an evening…you are an incredible woman, Meredith Grey…" he finally said, controlling the laughter.

"Yeah, that's me…" she agreed, with a little hiccup. "Don't you forget that either…"

"Oh I don't intend to," he assured her. "Definitely not…" He leaned towards her again, wiping a small smear of chocolate from the corner of her mouth before kissing her again. She tasted sweet and tart, a mixture of chocolate and tequila, as she met his tongue with her own. His hands moved into her hair, pulling her even closer, until she was crawling into his lap.

"Can you stay for awhile yet?" Meredith asked finally, coming up for air.

"I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," he replied. "But you will owe me breakfast after this, you know."

"Works for me," she giggled, as he disentangled her from his lap, and helped her stand up. "Take me to bed, Derek…"

Derek woke up a few hours later, still tangled with Meredith's body, her hair spread across the pillows. For a moment, he was content to stay there, thinking of the sweet intimacy they had together. She had found a way past some of his usual defenses, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Then she shifted beside him, and a series of soft little snores escaped her. Derek grinned in the darkness, as she continued to punctuate her breathing. This was his cue to leave.

He dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder, and eased himself out of bed. Meredith mumbled something in her sleep, curling around the abandoned pillows. For a second, he looked down at her, before grabbing his pants from the floor. The rest of his clothes were still abandoned on the sofa, and he quietly made his way down the stairs to finish dressing. He went back to the kitchen and found a notepad and pen, scrawling a short note for her and propping it alongside the coffee pot where he knew she would find it when she woke up.

In the morning, Meredith woke up at the insistent buzzing of the alarm clock, and she swatted at it impatiently. Her head throbbed a little from the tequila she'd consumed, and she sat up, rubbing her temples. "Damn…" she murmured, closing her eyes briefly. Hazy, sensual images of the previous night flooded her consciousness then, and she grinned. But then she realized Derek wasn't there, and the house was still and quiet. "Well, shouldn't be surprised…" she sighed, slipping out of bed and grabbing her robe. She padded down to the kitchen to start the coffee before her shower, and found the little note there.

Meredith…taking a rain check on breakfast…I'll call you…

p.s. you're cute when you're snoring…

"Ass…" Meredith muttered, starting the coffee. "But I guess I knew that would happen. It's just sex, after all…and I do NOT snore…"