"Seriously?" I exclaimed. "Seriously!"
Derek laughed and wrapped his arms around me.
"Welcome to our holiday home Mrs. Shepherd!" he laughed.
I flashed the ring at him.
"Honey, until those papers are signed…I am not quite Mrs. Shepherd!" I told him.
Derek kissed me deeply.
"Babe, you'll always be Mrs. Shepherd, papers or not!" he smiled. "So what do you say we check out the bed?" a mischievous smile crossed his face and his eyes twinkled with desire as I allowed him to pull me into the bedroom and close the door.
Back in Seattle, however, Charlotte was sitting up on the barstool resting her chin in her hands while looking extremely bored.
"Aunty Izzie can we colour?" she asked.
Izzie turned around and smiled at her.
"Of course we can honey, go and get your crayons," she told her.
Charlotte bounded up the stairs.
George walked into the kitchen, not too long after; he stood behind Izzie and wrapped his arms around her, letting her blonde hair flick in his face; stringy and wavy curls tousling under his fingertips.
"You smell nice," George commented. "New perfume?"
"Miss Dior," Izzie answered.
"Miss beautiful…" George's sensations were enhanced by the scent that circulated through his nostrils and flared at his senses. He smelt a combination of roses and flora, but his taste was lingering for her lips; pulling her close with a million vibrations passing through his mouth and lasting in the back of his throat.
"Ew…" a voice interrupted them.
Charlotte was standing at the door with her hands resting on the tiny waistline of her body.
"I'm telling mommy!" she taunted.
Izzie looked at George frantically.
"Oh honey pie…" Izzie fumbled for words and came to no alternative but this one in particular. "Here's ten bucks not to tell her!"
"You're bribing a four year old with money…the same four year old who gets so distracted with her life that she can't tell you where her crayons are from where she left them five minutes ago…?" George cried.
Izzie shrugged.
"Oh god, I am going to be a bad mother!" she cried.
George laughed.
"If you bribe them you will!" he chuckled.
Izzie put her head on the counter.
"Bath time babe!" she said picking up Charlotte and kissing her incessantly.
Meanwhile, some 1000 miles away, it was bath time in the Penthouse of Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd…
I felt his hands encircle me and the water pass over my chest.
"Mmm…this is incredible," I said as he kissed my neck.
Derek smiled and ran his hands down my arms, letting his fingertips tickle the top of my shoulders, my skin erupting with shivers from the light grace of his touch. His hands gently rested on my stomach and cradled the small evidence of a baby bump; running smoothly over it and pressing lightly. I closed my eyes and let my hair fall back into his face, curls were gracing the edge of his shoulder, and falling down in front of his chest, tickling the skin of it; rough sparse hairs on his chest meeting soft and luscious curls of my hair.
"Turn around…" Derek managed to say between the motions of his lips around my neck.
I flipped over to face him where my eyes steadied with his; I straddled his waist where I allowed him to kiss me and guide himself into me.
I could do this everyday for the rest of my life…
Later on, I was leaning against the railing of the balcony where my eyes trailed along the glittering skyline; they stopped for a moment and locked onto the water – water was definitely something I didn't forget too easy; but when my eyes glided upwards and my gaze fixed on the bridge, suddenly I eased into another thought…a lot less depressing, a more content thought.
I gasped quickly as I felt arms encircle me from behind.
"What are you doing?" Derek whispered.
"Thinking…" I smiled.
Derek frowned.
"Good thoughts?" he asked.
"Yep…" I replied.
He slipped his hands under my robe and parted it slightly, allowing his fingertips to run over my panties.
"How about now…?" he said softly.
I breathed against the intensity of his feeling.
"Yeah…" my voice trailed off in anticipation; the sound was barely audible.
Derek's hands travelled under the fabric and lightly breeze over the place he knew it was easiest to make me squirm.
"How about now…?" he smiled as my eyes darkened in lusty desire.
"Uh-huh…" my voice was now barely a squeak.
Derek let his hands make magic ripple through my body as the feeling overtook my senses and consumed my thoughts.
Damn porny thoughts…he even makes looking at a bridge porny…
I felt fire crackers explode in my mind before I collapsed back against him and breathed heavily.
"Talk about good thoughts…" I drew in sharp and quick breaths.
"Mmm…" Derek pulled his hands away and kissed my neck. "I've gotta have a cold shower…"
"You won't need a shower…" I whispered seductively. Now it was my turn to distract his thoughts; although, his seemingly one track mind would not be distracted so easily.
I pulled on his hands and lead him inside where I pushed him down on the lounge and straddled his waist once more. I felt him hardening under me and saw his eyes fill with deep desire.
"Thank you…" I whispered between kisses. "For making my dreams come true…"
Derek smiled and deepened the kiss; it was then I took the opportunity to reach into his pants and make him quiver at my mercy.
"Mer…" he murmured against my lips. "I love you…"
I smiled at him and kissed him again.
"I love you too…"
Moments later, I lied on his chest, breathing in every scent of him; letting my eyelashes flutter against his skin and tickle the stubble on his neck…That stubble…oh it made me feel so at home; it was prickling against my forehead as his chin rested slightly on the top of my head.
"God, Izzie would love this place…" I thought out loud.
"You're thinking about Izzie?" Derek groaned.
I looked up and smiled at him.
"I'm thinking about a lot of things," I laughed.
It was true; I was thinking about home…and all the things that could be happening there.
"Charlie is fine," Derek interrupted my thoughts.
I smiled at him knowingly; I left her in the hands of very capable adults.
Those very capable adults were forgetting that Izzie's cookies were in the oven burning while they sat in the lounge room watching movies with Charlotte, who was beginning to fall asleep.
Izzie rested gently on George's shoulder, breathing in his aftershave and taking in the scents of him; he smelled so…incredible…his Calvin Klein teasing her senses and were it not for Charlotte, she would have taken him right then and there.
But something else flared her nostrils – a smoky smell…something very unlike George, but something very much like Meredith…a burnt smell…a burnt food smell.
"Shit!" Izzie jumped up.
Charlotte's jaw dropped to the ground.
"The cookies! Oh shit!" Izzie yelled running into the kitchen.
George looked at Charlotte.
"I'm telling mommy!" she cried running into the kitchen.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Izzie pulled out the cookies and threw them on the bench; the charcoaled mess scattering across the bench top.
"Aunty Izzie!" Charlotte exclaimed. "You used bad words and burnt the cookies!"
Izzie looked at George helplessly, who was trying his best to muster a laugh.
"Shut up George!" Izzie shot back. Her eyes and cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She turned to Charlotte. "Sweetheart, can I give you twenty dollars to not tell mommy?"
Charlotte beamed.
"Okay!" she said happily snatching the twenty dollar bill out of Izzie's hand.
"Now, it's bedtime princess!" George smiled.
Charlotte nodded as Izzie carried her up the stairs, George following closely in tow. They walked into the bedroom and turned on the light, a flood of bright light enhancing the bright pink walls, sending reflections through the canopy that covered the bed. Izzie pulled back the covers of the white and pink comforter that covered the bed and slipped Charlotte under them; placing a light kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight honey," Izzie smiled.
"Night-night Aunty Izzie, I love you!" Charlotte replied.
George leaned down to snuggle her nose.
"Goodnight little darling," he said to her. "I love you so much…"
He almost choked on his words; his little niece meant more to him in the world than he could imagine.
"I love you Uncle George," Charlotte smiled at him and touched his cheek with her tiny little hands; she looked like a little fairy lying in that big bed.
George and Izzie walked into their bedroom and closed the door; needless to say Bethany Whisper was reproduced that night!