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Meredith was now standing before Derek; her mouth hung in a gaping shock that revealed everything about what she was feeling in that moment. She had managed to forget about him for the brief time that she'd been enjoying her birthday; but she did, however, forget that Izzie had practically announced the celebrations to the entire surgical floor at lunch.

"Derek…"

Derek shook his head and ran his free hand down her cheek tenderly as it tickled her skin and brought goosebumps to the surface of her body's cover.

"Is that all you can say…?" he whispered.

Oh…his voice…

Meredith was once again captivated with those dreamy blue eyes that stared back at her and pleaded for a more coherent and sustainable response.

"I just…"

His lips, just like before came crashing into hers and gripped in a sensual motion as Meredith allowed her thoughts to consume her every move.

As Derek's hands travelled across her back and slipped for a brief moment under her shirt, Meredith pulled back and realised exactly what was happening.

"Derek…I just…"

"What?" Derek's words were breathless.

"Cristina is asleep on the couch…and Izzie is…a light sleeper…and…"

Derek let his voice tickle her ear as he leaned in slowly and gently.

"Let's go to my house…"

"Derek…what about…?"

"She's on call…"

"But she…"

"Will never know…"

"Derek…I…"

"Meredith, shut up and let's go!"

Meredith sighed and allowed his strong hands to pull her out the front door where she climbed into his car nervously.

Her heart raced at a rather rapid speed as they made their way into the newest part of Seattle, filled with fancy town houses and expensive cars.

They pulled into a side street where Derek drove his black BMW through an automatic cedar garage door and into a small garage. Meredith climbed out of the car and followed him through a door that led into a dark apartment.

As the lights flicked on Meredith gasped; the apartment looked as though it had been photographed for Vogue; the walls were all white and fabulous paintings hung from every viewpoint. The house's condition was immaculate and it looked as though no one ever lived there.

"Derek…it's beautiful…"

Derek, on the other hand, wasn't about to waste precious time.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her over to what appeared to be the bedroom, without turning on the lights; he began to pull her sweater over her head while she fiddled with the belt on his jeans.

"Since when…" she murmured through kisses. "…do you wear a belt?"

Derek chuckled and with one swift movement, he pulled it free from the loops.

"Smooth…" Meredith said softly.

As Meredith fell to the bed with him closely in tow, she looked over at the bright red LED lights on the alarm clock; it read 12:47a.m and with a second glance, she felt his lips come into hers; he was ready for more.

As soon as their clothes fell to the floor, Derek reached with his hands under Meredith's back and lifted her gently so that he could pull the covers back slightly and push them away.

Meredith drew in a deep breath as she realised that somewhere along the line, this was so wrong; so incredibly dishonest and deceitful; just as their movement peaked Meredith began to feel sick; no, actually, horrified was the word. She pulled back and looked at him, shaking her head over and over again.

"This is wrong!" she told him as she sat up and pushed him away for a moment.

"What?" Derek cried.

"It is wrong!" Meredith yelled.

"Mer…"

"No! This is just crazy!"

"It's not though…"

"You are married!"

"I just…"

"No! I won't do this…"

Meredith jumped up and began throwing on her clothes in an attempt to compose herself from her recent attack of conscience.

Derek, while still lying on the bed, confused in the lightest sense of the word, looked back at her and shook his head.

"I'm sorry…" he said.

"This is not about apologising Derek, this is about the fact that you have a wife…and she is really, really nice…and it's not fair!" Meredith cried.

At this point, she had radical tears flowing down her cheeks at an impossible rate as she realised that what she'd done was unforgiveable.

"I need you to take me home…" Meredith told him.

"Meredith…"

"No, Derek…I need you to take me home!"

"Okay…"

The drive home was horribly quiet; the tension could be cut with a butter knife. The pitted feeling in Meredith's stomach was now becoming worse and she knew as soon as she arrived home she'd have to talk to Cristina.

As they pulled up at the colonial style house Meredith unbuckled her seatbelt and tried her best to avoid Derek's gaze.

"Meredith…"

"I'll just speak to you soon…"

And with that she ran from the car all the way along the driveway and to the porch where her feet hit in heavy thuds mimicking the sound of her heart.

As she fumbled for the doorknob she came face to face with her reflection in the tinted glass door. Her hair was a mess and her sweater was gaping to one side.

"Oh my god…" she muttered as she attempted to tidy herself.

Running through the door she raced over to the couch where Cristina slept heavily, a light snore escaped her lips.

"Cristina!" Meredith whispered.

No reply.

"Cristina!"

A frustrated grunt sounded, but with no apparent response, Meredith shoved Cristina in the back.

"Cristina!"

"What?"

Cristina jumped up and glared at the person who had awoken her so abruptly; but as her eyes adjusted to the sight before her, her glare softened into confusion.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Now why do you always assume that I did something…?" Meredith asked.

"It saves time…now spill!" Cristina ordered.

"Well…when everyone went to bed…Derek came over…"

"Surprise, surprise…"

"And I went back to his house…actually it was his and Addison's…"

"You went to the McMansion?"

"More like the McApartment…"

"Yeah, I've heard it's like a Vogue spread…"

"It is…"

"And…?"

"We started having sex and I stopped…"

"You had sex in his wife's bed?"

"That's why I stopped!"

Cristina looked back at her friend and nodded.

"It was so wrong…" Meredith sighed.

"I know…"

"I just…well…I think it's over…"

Cristina didn't reply.

"Can I sleep on the couch with you?" Meredith asked softly as she looked at her friend pleadingly.

Cristina nodded.

"As long as couch translates to your bed…"

Meredith managed a smile.

"Okay…"

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As Derek pulled up at the apartment his heart back flipped twice when he saw the familiar Silver Mercedes parked in the driveway.

"Oh god…"

It was Addison's car; half an hour earlier, this situation could have been problematic; very and incredibly problematic.

Walking into the apartment, he put his keys down on the kitchen bench and came face to face with his wife.

"Hey honey," she said with a smile as she walked over and put her arms around him.

"Hey, I thought you were on call…?"

"There was a mix up…why were you out?"

"Oh…I uh…just had to get gas for the morning…"

"Oh okay…are you ready for bed?"

Derek smiled and followed his wife into the bedroom as the messy bed came into vision.

"Why is the bed so messy?"

"I had a sleep when I came home…"

Addison climbed under the covers and wrapped her arms around Derek as he followed her. She breathed in a heavy sigh and closed her eyes; until something tingled her nostrils.

"Derek…why does our bed smell like Chanel Coco Mademoiselle?"

Okay, so busted may be the word.

I really wanted them to realise just how wrong their affair is; it means they, at least, have a conscience.

Never fear though!

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Amy.