A/N: Just a head's up, this chapter is kind of porny at the end. Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing, your comments make my day :)

Chapter 7

"Dinner was good," Meredith sighed contently as they left the restaurant, reaching for Derek's hand and heading in the direction of her dorm.

"Dinner was excellent," he agreed, pulling Meredith in the opposite direction.

"Where are we going?" She asked, looking confused.

"It's warm out, so I thought I would take you to get some ice cream. I know a place right next to my apartment. It's close by."

"Derek Shepherd, you better not be using this as an excuse to get laid," she laughed, but followed him easily.

"Oh damn, you've caught me," he said sarcastically, but got a thrill at the thought of seeing Meredith naked in his bed.

"Alright, as long as we've got that- " Meredith tripped over a rock, practically falling into Derek's arms.

"Mer, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Are you hurt, do we need to go get your ankle checked out?"

Meredith rolled her eyes. "Derek, I'm fine. I very rarely wear heels, so I'm not used to walking around in them. And, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not the most graceful person in the world."

"I have noticed that, but don't worry, I think it's cute," Derek laughed, as they continued walking. After a minute, he pointed to an apartment complex. "So, I live right here, and right there," he pointed to a business about a fifty feet away, "is Emack and Bolio's, which is where you'll get some of the best ice cream in the city."

"Oh really," Meredith raised her eyebrows, "I may have to test that."

"I hope you will," Derek replied as they entered the shop. "Could I get a small coffee ice cream, and a small strawberry ice cream with sprinkles," he said, hoping to impress her with the fact that he remembered her favorite flavor of ice cream.

Surprisingly, she laughed at him. "They aren't called sprinkles," she explained, "They're called jimmies."

"No, normal people call them sprinkles, crazy people from Boston call them jimmies," he shot back as he handed her the cup.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes as they sat down on a bench outside. They sat in a comfortable silence before Meredith cleared her throat, causing Derek to turn and look at her.

"Derek," she said softly. "If you want, I mean, we could, I want…" he smiled at her as she sighed, trying to get her thoughts together. " Can I see your apartment?" she finally asked.

Derek nodded. "Definitely, if you want to. Mark's on call tonight, so you won't have to worry about any inappropriate comments from him."

"Huh?" Meredith's nose wrinkled as she looked at him, confused.

"Mark is only capable of thinking about sex. It honestly gets ridiculous." Derek laughed, and then regretted his words. Great, he thought. Now she's going to think all I want is sex, so now I look like an ass. Great.

Meredith just laughed, not fazed by the mention of sex. "Izzie can be like that sometimes. She knows exactly how long it's been since she last had sex." Then Meredith went quiet, and Derek thought she looked lost in her own world, and he could have sworn he saw pain in her eyes for a moment.

Derek stood up, grabbing Meredith's hand. "Come on, let's go see my place before it gets too late." He chose his words carefully, because as much as he may want to sleep with Meredith, he didn't want to force her into anything she didn't want to do.

She smiled at him, letting him lead her into his building and up to the second floor, where his apartment was. "Now, it's not much," Derek explained as he opened the door, "but remember, we're interns, we don't make a whole lot of money."

Meredith examined the living room, kitchen, and even the bathroom before she slowly turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "So," she began coyly, a slow smile creeping onto her face. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Oh," Derek gasped as he understood what she was asking, and couldn't help but be aroused by her. "It's this way," he led her down the hall to the room on the right, opening the door.

She took two steps in before turning around and lunging at him again. This time, Derek was prepared, and he kissed her hungrily. Meredith wrapped her leg around his waist, and Derek grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. His mouth moved from hers to her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw as she unbuttoned his shirt. His hands moved to the zipper of her dress, and she shimmied out of it, nibbling on his ear.

"Meredith," he moaned as his mouth moved towards her chest, sucking on the skin along the edge of her bra. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Meredith gasped as she worked to undo his belt. "Just please tell me you have a condom."

"Mhmm," Derek managed as Meredith finally pulled down his pants, his boxers going with them. He unhooked her bra, and pulled away from her as he slowly took off her panties, admiring her perfect figure. "Wow," he choked out, "just, wow."

"Thanks," she said, panting as she reached for his already throbbing erection, stroking it lightly. "You're pretty impressive yourself."

"Mer," he breathed, kissing her deeply before moving his mouth downward, kissing and licking her neck and shoulders before finally arriving at her breasts. His hand continued lower, trailing down to her center, stroking her as he placed his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking and nipping it gently before turning to the other one.

"Derek," she cried, arching into him and moving her hips reflexively as he slipped a finger inside of her. He slipped another finger inside of her, and shifted his hand so that his thumb pressed against her clitoris. She moaned at the touch, and became increasingly louder as his fingers began to stroke in and out of her. "Please, don't stop!" she panted as she rolled her hips. Derek looked at her from his place at her breasts, and saw her head thrown against the pillow, writhing in pleasure. The sight aroused him even more, his erection becoming almost painful, knowing he would need to be inside her soon. He kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth as she tangled her hands in hair. Meredith broke the kiss as she began to tremble, burying her face in his neck as she began to clench around his fingers. Derek stroked faster until she all but screamed his name, the rhythmic contractions around his fingers signaling her orgasm.

Derek slipped his fingers out of her, and reached into his nightstand, grabbing a condom. He shifted so that he was hovering over her, and pushed damp strand out of her face as he kissed her deeply. Meredith grabbed the condom out of his hand, ripped it open, and rolled it over him, stroking his shaft as she did so, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

"Derek," she panted softly, raising her hips against him, "Please."

"Hmmm," he moaned as he lowered himself into her, filling her slowly. They both moaned in pleasure as he slowly pulled out of her and thrust back in. He continued to thrust slowly as she stretched to accommodate him, picking up the pace when she began to rock her hips against his, meeting each thrust so that he buried himself deeper inside her.

He thread his fingers in her hair, kissing her as her fingers roamed his back. He felt her lock her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper than he thought possible. Derek could feel her tensing, and he knew she was close. He broke their kiss as he buried his face in her neck, while Meredith moaned and shifted beneath him, her muscles beginning to clamp around him.

"Faster Derek," she commanded, though it came out as a whimper. "Derek," she begged, chanting his name until his mouth crashed over hers once again, almost silencing her. As her muscles contracted around him, Meredith broke the kiss, her hips bucking as she screamed his name in ecstasy. It became too much for Derek to bear, and he came roaring after her as he thrust deeply once more.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck as her hand played with his hair, both of them finally trying to catch their breath. After a while, Derek slowly pulled out of her, grabbed a couple of tissues to dispose of the condom, and placed his arms around Meredith.

"Wow," he said, finally regaining the ability to speak. "That was…" he couldn't even describe what just happened. "That was something else."

"Yeah," Meredith agreed, at a loss for words like Derek. "Amazing"

"Mind blowing."

"Fantastic," Meredith giggled, shifting so that her head was lying on Derek's chest.

"Best ever," Derek said honestly, looking down at her and running his fingers through her hair.

"Really?" Meredith asked in disbelief.

"Really," Derek affirmed, nodding.

"Yeah, for me too. The same," Meredith said softly, as if she was embarrassed to admit it.

"You aren't, I mean, you weren't, because technically you wouldn't be anymore…" Derek began, uncomfortable with the question, but wanting to make sure that she was okay with what just happened.

Meredith laughed lightly, obviously not offended or uncomfortable "no Derek, I'm not. Definitely not…" She yawned loudly, cuddling closer to Derek instinctively as she did, causing him to smile.

Derek kissed the top of her head and breathed in, inhaling an intoxicating flowery smell. "I guess I tired you out," he joked as he pulled her closer.

"Mhmm," was all she could manage as her eyes drifted close. "Night."

"Goodnight Mer," he whispered, kissing the top of her head once more.