Just to keep you in suspense... :)

Meredith moans softly at Derek's words. He takes her hand and they head inside, out of the chilly air. She is still shivering, and he looks at her in concern. "You're freezing, Mer," he says, picking her up. "You need to warm up."

He carries her up the stairs, and deposits her gently on her bed, drawing her duvet around her. "Just wait there, kay? I'm going to run you a nice hot bath."

"Derek!" she protests.

"Shh, let me take care of you right now."

"But…"

He places his finger on her lips. "I'll be right back."

"Alright, whatever you say."

He heads to fill the tub, and she waits for a moment, before getting up. She goes to lean against the bathroom doorway, quietly, until he becomes aware of her watching him. The steam is rising from the hot water, making his hair curl even more than it was before. "Hey," he says softly, coming to stand in front of her. The duvet is still draped around her shoulders, and trails along behind her. He tips her face up and kisses her softly, then with more urgency, until Meredith feels the desire racing through her veins, warming her more than the heated air swirling around them.

"Derek…" she finally whispers. "The tub…"

"Shit!" He jumps back to shut the water off before it runs over the edge of the tub. The bubbles are frothing dangerously close to the edge, as it is. He turns back to Meredith, and she hooks her fingers in his belt, pulling him closer again.

"Are you joining me, Derek?" she asks him, running her fingers up along the buttons on his shirt, starting to open them one by one. As she uncovers his chest, she presses her mouth to his skin, her tongue circling his nipples until he groans. The shirt slides from his body, and her lips travel up his chest, his throat and to his lips. She nibbles softly at his bottom lip, her small tongue darting in to search for his.

"Mer, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, here," he tells her, putting his hands on her shoulders. The duvet slips to the floor, and he is surprised to discover she is naked already.

"I'm not cold anymore," she says, laughing at the expression on his face. "But the bathtub sounds like fun."

"I don't know, that's what got us into trouble before," he laughs, as she advances towards him.

"We'll just have to be more careful," she says, intent on undoing his belt and his zipper. Her fingers graze the skin of his belly, and along the line of hair into his shorts, before cupping him in her hand. Then as he pushes the jeans off his hips, she slides down to kneel in front of him. He tangles his hand in her hair, as she strokes him with her hand, his knees shaking as he feels her touching him. His breath catches, and she takes him into her mouth, feeling him warm and pulsing.

Meredith lets her tongue play along his length, teasing him at the tip, and squeezing him at the base with her hand. Derek braces his legs against the side of the tub, nearly dizzy with the warmth of the room and the way she is making him feel. Totally not what he was expecting, but he isn't about to complain. Her tongue is circling him, tantalizing him with soft licks and fast darts around him. "God, Mer…" he groans, as he feels himself on the edge of losing control. His free hand searches for something to hold onto, but all he touches is smooth damp tiles.

Within seconds, he is losing his balance, and topples into the tub, creating a tidal wave of water, soaking Meredith, and half the floor. She sinks to her knees, her hand over her mouth, wide eyed. "Oh my god, Derek, are you okay?" She rushes over to him, as he manages to pull himself up, sputtering and coughing from the water, wiping bubbles from his eyes.

"Derek!"

"Come here, you," he growls, yanking on her hand and pulling her into the tub with him. More water cascades onto the floor, as she shrieks and giggles. She ends up on his lap, his erection very much okay, hard and thick against her belly. "This is much better," he murmurs, his lips on her throat, his hands in her hair.

"Much," she agrees, wrapping her arms around him. Her nipples press into him, sliding wetly, as he captures her mouth. His tongue devours hers, searching her mouth, wanting all of her.

Her hands slide down his back, and around to stroke him again. In response, he pulls her even closer, his own hands dipping into the water, and between her legs. Meredith sighs, her whole body trembling with need now. The air is more steamy and the mirrors are misting up from the heat they are generating. "God, Derek, I want you so much…" she whispers, her tongue wet on his earlobe.

"We just have one tiny problem," he groans, feeling the urge to push himself into her and never let her go. Her pussy lips are rubbing him, and his cock is aching to be inside of her.

Meredith giggles against his chest then. "Oh oh…well, not so tiny, Derek!" She strokes his hard length with her fingers. "But, maybe we better stop now…"

"Torture, Mer, you're killing me…" he murmurs against her hair, his breathing ragged and his heart beating like mad.

"Or get out and go to the bedroom…"

They look at each other then. "Bedroom!"

More water splashes as they scramble up and out of the tub, and as soon as she grabs a towel, they leave a wet trail as he chases her into the bedroom. Meredith dives onto the sheets, pulling the towel around her, as Derek searches for the condom box in the bedside table. "What the hell?" he laughs, holding up the package. "Glow in the dark?"

"I thought it might be fun," she giggles. "Now get over here…"

"It's not dark enough…"

"I don't care right now, Derek…"

"Right." And he is between her legs, and back to where he was in the bathtub, with her wetness surrounding him as he slides into her. "God, this is perfect," he mutters, as she squeezes him tightly. He braces himself on either side of her, their damp skin touching, as he glides in and out of her slowly. "I love you so much, baby," he says, watching her as she starts to climax.

"I love you, too, Derek," she sighs as she gets lost in the heat that burns through her. As they rock slowly back and forth, their hips meeting and grinding together, their bodies fitting perfectly. Meredith has no doubt this is where they are supposed to be. And no matter what else happens, they'll have each other.

Meredith curls into the crook of Derek's arm, and tucks her head beneath his chin. She closes her eyes as he absently runs his hand across her belly, making little circles on her skin. Neither of them has to say anything to know the thought uppermost on their minds, and they lay quietly for a few minutes.

"Maybe I should get one of those home pregnancy tests," she finally says. "Just to end the suspense."

"Are you sure?" he asks, his hand resting at her belly button.

"Don't you want to know?"

"I guess."

"Don't sound so excited," she says, a little uncertainly.

"Sorry, baby, do you want me to go with you?"

"No, seriously, Der, I can handle it."

"Well, then, wait till I get home before you take it. Whatever it is, I want to be with you when you find out."

Meredith props herself up, and rests her chin on his chest, smiling happily at him. "Okay. You know you're just the sweetest guy sometimes."

"What? Just sometimes?" he laughs, cupping her face tenderly with his hand, rubbing his thumb across her cheek.

She wrinkles her nose at him. "No, actually, all the time. I'm so lucky to be with you. There's lots of guys who wouldn't stick around to find out if a girl is pregnant or not. Can I tell you something, you promise not to tell?"

"What?" he asks, not sure where she is going with this.

"Oh, it's not about me," she giggles. "It was Izzie. She actually was pregnant, last year, but something was wrong with the baby, and she had a miscarriage. That's why she was away all last summer. D'you remember?"

"Not so much, but I heard something at school about it in the fall."

"Well, as soon as she told Adam she was maybe pregnant, he dumped her so fast, it was amazing. Poor Iz."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. Get the thing tomorrow, and then we'll find out, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you Derek," Meredith says, a little catch in her voice, and a small tear at the corner of her eye.

"Hey, no more crying," he whispers, wiping it away, and holding her tightly until her eyes drift shut, and she falls asleep. For a long time, he lays awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the next day will bring.

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