In response to a couple of comments/questions - well, yes, Meredith could certainly go and be with her father until her birthday and turn vampire, but now seriously, what would be the fun in that? The story would be over, without all the complications and twists and turns that we all enjoy! We need to go from point A to point B, yes, but detour to points C,D and E, around to F, and then back! And for turning vampire, well there again, all will be revealed in time! All I can tell you is that Derek will be with her, and certainly her father as well....

Now, this chapter is what some of you have been expecting from me for some time now, I'm sure LOL. It sizzles, it's sexy and intense, and I hope it's all that you were imagining for their first time together. Just warning you...cold showers may be necessary after reading this...I'm making up for lack of heat between our favorite couple on the show these days!



Chapter Nine

After their exhilarating ride back from the outskirts of Seattle, Meredith looks around the dressing room where Derek has given her privacy to change. It's part of a huge walk-in closet that is filled with oak shelves and drawers. There are a few hangers with his ubiquitous leather jackets, pants and dark shirts hanging on the rods, but it's mostly empty. A lacy white nightgown waits for her on the velvet loveseat, along with a fresh white rose, its blush pink tips still dewy. How does he do that, Meredith muses, touching the soft petals to her lips. There are also pewter hairbrushes, small pots of scented creams, and an array of makeup sitting on counter in the bathroom. She sniffs the cream, inhaling the lavender scent with a small smile - he even has her favorite.

After she brushes her hair, and pats the rich cream into her skin, she slips into the gown. She pauses to stare at her reflection in the mirror curiously. Does she look different already? Is she changing subtly? She runs her tongue along her teeth, wondering how it will feel to change, if she will be able to handle it. Maybe she's insane to accept all of this so quickly, or too trusting of Derek so soon - but she can't deny how much she wants to be with him, that she wants him. Wants him with a fierceness that is overwhelming.

She pirouettes in the gown, watching the lace swirl around her legs. The delicate fabric hugs her curves seductively, giving tantalizing glimpses of skin. She's never worn anything so provocative - the front plunges low and the back dips to her derriere. Her face is flushed, her eyes bright, as she tries to see herself as Derek does. Little ripples of anticipation glide over her spine as she turns to head to the bedroom.

If there ever was a scene for seduction, Meredith thinks, looking around Derek's bedroom as she pauses at the door, this is it. The bedroom is large, with a massive black marble fireplace, flanked by two wing chairs. There is already a fire glowing in the grate, warming the room. Heavy curtains in rich shades of navy, burgundy and gold cover the floor to ceiling windows; the colors are echoed in the pillows heaped on the platform bed covered with a sumptuous duvet. There are candles scattered on gleaming wooden tables beside the chairs and the bed, and lining the mantel. If this was only a rented house, she muses, what does his own place look like? She goes to warm her hands in front of the fire, unaware of his silent presence for a moment.

From across the room, Derek watches her, admiring the way the firelight plays along her skin. The lacy gown only enhances her beauty, even though all he can think of is ripping it away from her. The heady scent of her blood, and the lavender cream she has used, assaults him. A sensual grin crosses his lips, as he contemplates discovering all the luscious curves the gown is hiding. He crosses the room swiftly, taking her arms and pulling her back against him. His mouth is at her temple, kissing her softly. "You look amazing..." he murmurs. "I've been controlling myself quite well until now," he says, "but you drive me to distraction, sweetheart." Her scent, her laughter, and her delicate looks have been working magic on him in the short time they have been together. She is such an intriguing mix of innocence and temptress all in one petite female.

Meredith turns, and reaches up to touch his face, trailing her fingers along his cheek, and his mouth. Silently, she meets his eyes, before placing her lips on his, and kissing him tenderly. He lets her set the pace, not wanting to pressure her for anything else just then. She lingers along his mouth, pressing a little more firmly and opening her mouth slightly, so their breath mingles. Her arms move around his neck, while kissing him harder, less hesitantly. He responds, a little groan in his throat, and the kiss continues, as they discover the sweetness of it - long searching kisses, with soft nibbles and little licks. His hands move along her spine, her breasts pressing softly against him. Even though he is holding back, he wants her so badly, his whole body is aching. He senses no reluctance on her part, just a yearning for more.

Meredith kisses his throat slowly. "I'm not afraid of you, you know, there's no one else I ever wanted like this..." Her sea green eyes seem to change as well, turning azure with desire, he realizes.

"And you trust me completely?"

"Yes..."

"Good...wait here a moment..." Derek moves away, and lights the black pillar candles along the mantel of the fireplace and next to the bed with a wave of his hand. Meredith watches him, thinking he looks like a dangerous fallen angel, his hair falling over his eyes, as he stalks back towards her, his dark eyes hooded and burning with intensity. He has abandoned the fitted Versace leather jacket, and thick soled boots he wore earlier, leaving his indigo shirt unbuttoned, his skin looking perfect and his muscles sculpted in the firelight. The leather pants seem molded to his thighs, and the evidence of his arousal is obvious.

"Now, where were we?" he murmurs, returning to her side, pulling her close to him again. Moving slowly, kissing and touching, their bodies not breaking contact as he lowers her to the soft rug in front of the fireplace. "Here...?" he says, kissing her collarbone, his voice husky with desire. His mouth trails over her skin. "I think you want me to kiss you here..." Placing his lips over her nipple, over the lace where the puckering nub aches.

"Yes..." Meredith can only gasp, transfixed, her eyes intent on what he is doing. He continues the erotic exploration of her breasts, sliding the lace away, touching her, awakening all her female desires, as though she has been waiting for just this moment, here with him. Her hands tunnel in his thick hair, tangling in the black curls, as she tries to arch against his mouth. He draws in a sharp breath as he bends lower, kissing her bared stomach, teasing her with gentle nips along the way.

"God, you are exquisite..."

His voice is rougher now, his breath hot on her skin, as he returns to her nipples, pulling with his tongue and teeth. Sensing her need for more, his palm glides over her other breast, caressing her, driving her crazy with want. "You taste like heaven," he murmurs against her skin. "I love the feel of your skin under my tongue..."

"You taste like heaven..." The same phrase she heard in her dreams, the same sensation of being completely surrounded by him - she lets it carry her away. He kisses her a little harder, as his hand slides down the center of her body, moving around to cup her closer to him. Meredith feels the sudden ache of wanting him fire through her nerve endings, right down to her toes. "God, Derek..." she whispers.

"What do you want, Meredith?" Derek asks in a hot whisper. "Tell me..."

Meredith whimpers, unable to speak, as his mouth moves across her belly, making her quiver with suppressed need. Her body spasms in pleasure, burning with every flick of his tongue. She sucks in her breath at the pure sweetness of the moment, lost in the way he is making her feel. Murmuring little words of encouragement, he inches his hand down to join his mouth, spreading her thighs apart. The tip of his finger penetrates her, just the tiniest invasion, enough to make her lift her hips to meet him. "You feel like pure silk, love..." Her eyes find his, seeing the erotic light in his eyes, the flash of fang.

For a moment, doubt enters her thoughts. He's a vampire...what am I doing...?

But then she remembers his anguish over his wife dying, his tenderness with her now – there is human emotion there, under the layers of vampiric reserve, and that is what draws her to him. Besides, is she any different...really? Vampire blood runs in her veins, mingled with human, they are the same in ways she never thought possible. His eyes catch hers again, and she knows he is sensing her thoughts. "It's okay..." she whispers, "I'm with you, I want you..."

Derek nods, his long fingers trailing along the strap of her nightgown, pulling it away from her. "I will never harm you - I want to see all of you now, love..." The gown slithers along her skin, and his own body goes even tighter in response, looking at her in the firelight. Knowing that no man has touched her like this, no man has given her pleasure before this, that she is willingly giving herself to him, floods Derek with even more desire. He burns to possess her wholly, to make her his.

He explores the soft hollow beneath each breast, and along her ribcage. With every touch of his fingers, the gown slides lower, exposing more of her to his questing touch, until it is gone completely. Tasting, teasing, probing, fingers and tongue alternating until Meredith is quivering again, sensitized to every little nuance of his touch. She can feel the erotic tug in her core, spreading to her clit, and radiating to all of her senses. By the time Derek reaches the silky skin of her inner thighs, she is wetter than she ever remembers being. His tongue traces circles on her skin, his breath warm on the damp flesh. He kisses and licks, down to her knees and her calves, tickling the soles of her feet. It's like her body is one erogenous zone – every fiber of her being vibrates with wanting him. Then his mouth returns to where the tingling vibration is almost unbearable. "Oh, god, Derek…" she cries out, arching up to him.

"You want my mouth here?" he breathes, caught up in the scent and the taste of her. He is poised over her, breathing softly on her damp folds, tongue just touching the skin that glimmers with moisture. She is so sweet, and delectable – it's all he can do to keep from biting at the tender flesh, his fangs ready to strike.

"Please, Derek…please…" she begs, lifting her hips higher out of instinct, as he probes and explores her gently. Tension is building in her, demanding some release, as she surrenders to the feel of him.

"Come for me now, then…Meredith, that's what you want…my tongue against you, making you scream...I can hardly wait until I'm inside of you..." he murmurs, before stroking her in long, sure licks, inhaling her musky scent and tasting the wetness that explodes along his tongue. His tongue and fingers combine to take her into heights of bliss she never imagined, and she cries out as he takes her again. Until she is swept up in the torrent of hot contractions that rip through her, wave after wave crashing through her, as he continues to delve into her. Again and again, he is relentless, giving her more than she ever dreamed of, even more than the first time he made her feel this way.

Derek kisses his way back up Meredith's body, pressing his lips along her skin, burning her with the touch. He kisses her mouth, and she tastes herself on his tongue. As the kiss deepens, she feels the hard length of him bumping against her, seeking her softness, the leather of his pants rubbing her soft skin. She whimpers involuntarily at the sensation, and he pauses, lifting his head. "Are you still all right?" he asks, feeling her racing pulse, her heady fragrance assaulting him. "You know there will be some pain, but I promise to make this as good as possible for you...I don't want to hurt you at all..."

"Please, I want to keep going...I want to see you..." Meredith whispers, her eyes drawn to his body, the line of dark hair along the firm ridge of his abdomen trailing away into the pants.

Without losing her gaze, Derek rises fluidly, discarding his shirt as he moves. Her soft mouth opens, and her eyes widen slightly, as he inches the pants down his hips. He is utterly naked beneath the leather, revealing the erection she has only felt through his clothes. The sight of it, large and hard, along with his taut thighs dusted with dark hair, all combine to make Meredith ache with a desire that consumes her. He drops down to his knees in front of her again, and she reaches out a hand in exploration. Naked, except for the corded medallion around his neck, Derek pulls her against him. Heat sizzles between them, as their skin touches everywhere, her soft curves meeting the hard planes of his muscle. He growls low and deep in his throat at the soft touch of her fingers along his hard shaft. Muscles bunch and flex as he fights for control of his hips, which have taken an instinctual thrust forward.

Unable to resist, he takes her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, searing her with the intensity, kissing with a possessiveness that takes her breath away. Meredith eases backwards, warmed by his unrestrained passion. He looks dangerous and predatory, as he crawls over her, his fangs just visible as he gives her a sinful smile. His hand touches her hip, gently stroking, driving her insane with wanting more. His fingers glide towards her damp thighs, towards the spot he is craving to discover, delving inside carefully, stretching her to fit his touch. All the while exploring her mouth, giving her silent messages of encouragement.

Meredith is lost in another dizzying wave, burning with need for him. He invades her senses, as she gives herself to him completely. As her body tenses around his fingers in a slow climax, he shifts without warning, sliding his cock against her instead. She arches to meet him, a fierce need driving her. Without hesitation, she enfolds him into herself, inch by inch, until he is buried in her. For a second, she holds her breath, at the unaccustomed feel of his maleness. At the slight pain that accompanies it. "That's it, love, you're beautiful, so good...you'll be fine in a moment..." Derek murmurs, taking away the sting of pain with another kiss. "Just like that, yes...." It takes all his vampire strength of will to keep from thrusting into her hard, it feels so perfect, like hot wet silk around him.

Meredith moans at the feel of him inside of her, the barrier between them forever broken. The pain is already lessening, washed away in the arousal that surges through her. She feels hot and languid, partly from the fire, and mostly from the sensation of him inside of her. Wrapping herself around him, she pulls him closer still. His breathing quickens, and sweat-damp hair curls beside his face as he looks into her eyes, his own pleasure-dilated and ringed in gold. They pulse together as one, as he pins her hand to the rug beside her head, fingers intertwined. Derek lowers his head to her throat and kisses it. Meredith feels a brief shock as his fangs graze her skin, just enough to send a hot jolt of passion down her spine. Pleasure rocks her and erases any lingering doubts and thoughts.

Derek is consumed with the heat and the blood calling to him. He is so close to sinking his fangs into her throat and tasting her blood, as the moments spin away into the dark. Something that he cannot do with her, not yet. Finally he lifts his head and moves his hand away from hers. Sliding his hands beneath her, he lifts her up, still around him, then down as he kneels on the rug. Hands on her hips, he kisses her, and they rock together, creating a tempo of their own heat and longing. Meredith is certain nothing exists outside this moment in time – no danger, no fear – just Derek burning inside of her, fitting against her like he was made for her. His mouth finds her nipple again, and the sweet sensation builds up in her, spiraling higher, until it is close to consuming them both completely. Plunging them into an intense vortex of delight, wiping away everything else.

One hand at Meredith's lower back, the other at her hip, Derek drives into her hard and fast. His eyes close and his mouth is parted, fangs gleaming in the candlelight, as she holds him tightly. As she starts to climax again, his eyes open, and she is lost in the sight of them, wide and gold now.

"You are mine, Meredith..." he growls, before his breath catches in his throat, almost strangled as the orgasm surges through them both.

"Yes...god yes...Derek..." she cries out, as he shudders in her arms, and she catches him closer, her heart hammering against her ribs. Unable to deny she is his, and he is hers.

Easing back, he moves them onto their sides, facing each other, still joined, still touching everywhere. He caresses her face, and touches her lips softly as they recover. "How many rules have we broken?" she murmurs, fingering the medallion at his throat. Feeling the connection between them as the power shimmers under her fingers -a connection that goes deeper than anything she has experienced. Making her think of fate and destiny...her future going in a whole different direction than she had thought just a short time ago.

"Probably all of them," he grins, unrepentant. "But I don't regret being with you like this, nor do I believe that Lukos will be angry." he assures her, playing with her hair, unable to move away from her. It's as if he can't get enough of her, that she is some missing part of him. He feels the same connection, the realization there is more between them than just the physical act of making love. That deep down she belongs with him for eternity. "You are very special to me, Meredith. Your father is a very wise man, to have put us together like this..."

Meredith sighs, her body still pulsing from the incredible orgasm, and lets her hands trace the strong muscles along his back, and lower, as he hisses silently at her touch. "I don't regret it either, Derek," she whispers, "I've never felt this way before. It was amazing…just like I dreamed..."

"I know..." he says, remembering the visions they shared. "I wanted you like this from the moment I saw you. No, before I even came here, I had visions of being with you..."

"Is it me, or is it Kiera you envision?" she asks, searching his face, wishing she could get more of a glimpse into his mind.

"Only you, sweetheart. There is only you, in this moment..." he assures her before claiming her mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. Without even pausing, he stands up, carrying her to the bed, pulling the duvet back and laying her onto the cool sheets. For a second, he is gone, and then he returns with a warmed cloth, wiping away the traces of blood on her thighs, taking away the evidence of her virginity.

Meredith pulls him back down with her, touched at his actions, finding that he is already hard and hot against her again. She gives a little gasp of surprise against his lips. "Again...?"

"Ah, sweetheart, vampires have amazing recovery time - you didn't think I was finished with you already did you..." he murmurs, pulling her over him quickly. She falls forward, her hair like a silk curtain around them, as she flicks her tongue over his hardened nipples. Derek's breath hisses through his teeth, and his fingers thread into her hair.

"Am I doing this right?" she teases, not sure if she is doing what he wants.

"Trust me, Meredith, anything you do is perfect…" And he arches his back, letting her explore his skin, the trail of dark hair that narrows down to his groin. As her tongue dances along him, he realizes she is more giving and loving than any woman he has known in many centuries. Though he can't shake the feeling she is part of his past, as well as his present. But she is her own woman, that much is certain - and whatever is between them now is real. And that he is in danger from more than the Renegade vampires… he is in danger of losing his undead heart to her…