"You're sure Mark's not there?" Meredith asks, as they head up to the apartment, still breathless with anticipation.

"He told me he was going out to play poker tonight, so here's hoping!" Derek fumbles with the key, as she presses up against him, kissing his neck. "And that means he should be out the rest of the night…"

He turns his head, and kisses her, as they fall into the darkened apartment. One small lamp is glowing warmly on the end table, but the place is mostly in shadows. With a muttered groan, he pushes her against the door, as she quickly unbuttons her coat, letting it slide to the floor. His hands are chilled from the drive home, and the cool sensation on her hot skin makes her moan. Her nipples pucker immediately, as he pushes the thin jacket away from her chest, his hands brushing her skin.

Then his fingers trace the line of the silver chain that trails down between her breasts, and his lips follow. "Here, this is what I wanted to do at dinner…"he whispers, fingers and tongue at the soft underside of her breasts, in the curve just visible from the neckline of the dress. Her legs turn to jelly, as he pushes aside the material, searching for the nipple that aches maddeningly. She braces herself against the door, winding one leg around his calf to steady herself. His hand slides along her hip, fitting her tightly against his hips, as he continues to feather kisses along her breasts.

Finally, he pulls back, breathing heavily, and he lets her leg down slowly. Backing up and pulling her hand, he leads her across the room to the couch. Facing each other in the dim light, his hands go to his jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor. Never letting go of her gaze, he starts to unbutton his shirt, pulling it away from his chest.

Meredith runs her tongue across her lip, feeling hot and delicious with longing, reaching up to untie the knot that holds her dress together at the back of her neck. His eyes burn into her, as she slowly lowers the material, letting it caress her skin as it falls forwards. Bare to the waist, her skin looks like cream in the nearly dark room. The silver chain catches a wink of light from the lamp. The tiny silver heart is suspended between her breasts, quivering with each rise and fall of her chest.

Derek's breath catches, and he throws the shirt to the floor.

Meredith's pulse is quick, as she steps out of her shoes, the heat building in her core.

Without a word, his pants and shorts join the rest of his clothes, and she reaches for the zipper at the side of the dress. The dress floats down her hips, landing on the floor in a puddle at her feet.

He takes her hand again and pulls her against him, kissing her hungrily, more urgently, as her breasts crush against his hard chest. "This has been the longest day of my life," he tells her, his hands on her back, tracing the curve of her spine. "I kept losing focus in class, thinking about this…picturing you instead of seeing the notes on the board…"

Her head falls back, and she half moans, half laughs. "I know…."

His mouth finds her nipple, tugging and licking alternately, sending more sharp arcs of desire straight through her. "God, you're so perfect, Mer. I never want to let you go…"

Easing them down to the couch, he lands with her on his lap, his cock hard and hot between them. She places her hand on him, and his eyes close, barely able to think straight any longer. Trailing kisses along his lips, and down his neck, Meredith only adds to his desperation. Shaking and groaning, he shifts against her, feeling the wetness of her panties against him. "I want you bad, Mer, right now…."

She lifts her head to give him a smile, placing her hands on his face, and giving him a deep, wet kiss, her tongue searching for his, touching and molding her body tightly against him. "I want you too, baby…"

Standing up then, she hooks her fingers in the top silken edge of her panties, and teases him with the slow, seductive movement of her hips. Moving as if to music, she swings her hips, twitching the material ever lower, and lower. His eyes follow the tiny scrap of silk trailing down her body, and she peels it away from her, revealing the dampened swollen lips of her pussy, moisture glistening temptingly. With a little kick, she tosses the panties aside, standing nude in front of him, smiling at him.

"Tease," he growls, "come here…" He grabs her hips, and puts his mouth to her, licking the drops of wetness that tempt him. Meredith whimpers at the sudden touch of his tongue against her, clutching at his head, tangling in his hair. She quivers, as the sudden wrench of orgasm builds from his tongue driving into her. The soft cries are pulled from her, as he relentlessly strokes her, sucking on her clit, taking her higher and wilder.

Just as she is at the point of orgasm, he stops and pulls her into his lap, driving deeply into her wet warmth. Her eyes go wide, as the sudden penetration takes her breath away. Already tingling with the start of the climax, she squeezes around him, moaning and taking him deeper. "God…oh……" Her body falls back, as he cradles her in his hands, letting her arch away from him. The angle of his cock sliding into her seems deeper, sharper, more intense, as she clenches around him. "So good…Derek…."

Thrusting slowly, hanging onto her, Derek watches her body shake from the orgasm hitting her, feeling her tighten around him. Then he pulls her back against him, driving as deep as he can, until she moans his name over and over, riding him hard, her nails scratching his back. "Give it to me, Mer…harder…"

"Yes…" she moans, her head thrashing, her hair whipping across his face. The chain twists as she moves, the little silver heart bouncing wildly across her chest. "Harder! Now…NOW!!"

He feels the tremor deep inside of her, pulling him with her, and as she lowers her head to his, kissing him madly, his own release starts to hit him. They rock and shake together, pulsing and moaning, their tongues dancing in rhythm. She bites his lip and he growls at the sharp pain, losing what little control he had, and they climax in a tangle of moans and heat.

Finally she relaxes against his body, and he strokes the damp skin along her back, his own body limp. "Wow, that was just…wow…" she breathes, kissing the side of his neck.

"Yeah, I know…"

"…better than dinner…" she giggles softly.

"I still like that dress on you, but it's better off…" he teases her, finally catching his breath.

Placing her hand on his chest, she pulls back to look at him. "We're hopeless, aren't we? Seriously, we can't even last through one dinner…"

"…and that's a bad thing, how?" He raises his eyebrows at her.

"I don't know, it just seems…"

"..wicked? Hot, horny, crazy?"

"All of the above, I guess," she sighs happily, relaxing against him again. "But now I'm hungry…"

He laughs, and kisses her temple. "Okay, I guess I did promise you dinner, didn't I? Pizza?"

"Sounds perfect, and then …."

"…we can start all over again…"