They barely made it through the door when they arrived at the hotel, the sexual tension had been building the entire plane trip, however both were too exhausted from their long day to actually try anything. So instead he had pulled her onto his lap and after some languid kisses she had curled up against him and fallen asleep, moments later he rested his head on hers and followed her into the world of slumber.

Therefore after sleeping the majority of the way to Hawaii, they were eager to get settled in their room. Enthusiastically he led her through the trees to their private bungalow that overlooked the beach, when they reached the steps he swept her into his arms and carried her in. As he walked through the house neither noticed the amazing view, their private spa or any other of the bungalows mod-cons; their main focus was each other.

He collapsed on top of her, his tongue entangled with hers and his heart racing, as a deep throb with in him grew. He started to slip of her pants, when she suddenly froze beneath him, "Stop." She ordered as she crawled out from beneath him, "I'll be back in a sec."

"Mer…" he pouted as he watched her grab a bag and dart into the bathroom.

"Patience is a virtue," she cooed through the frosted glass door.

He let out a loud groan as he waited, still lying flat on his back, looking over to the entry he noticed a bottle of champagne and a fruit basket. Getting up he opened the champagne, found two flutes and poured them each a glass, he then put them on the bedside table along with the fruit basket. Then getting under the covers of the bed he slipped of his shirt and proceeded to wait for Meredith.

"Ready?" she called as the door to the bathroom slowly opened.

"Ready," he stuttered as his eyes wandered over the beautiful creature in front of him, Meredith had changed, and her new white lingerie was peaking out from the fluffy dressing gown she had on. She climbed over her silent husband and straddled him, leaning down and laying a heated kiss on his lips as she slipped something over his eyes.

"Not fair," he pouted, as the blindfold disrupted his view.

"But worth it," she seductively whispered in his ear. His hands roamed blindly around her body until they managed to slip the gown off her shoulders and drop it beside him as his lips ferociously attacked hers. He didn't know what to expect when her lips pulled away from his, so the sudden explosion of juices in his mouth made it nearly impossible for him to control him self.

She had spied the fruit basket next to her and had stolen a grape from it, squeezing it above his mouth as she took a sip of champagne.

Her sweetened tongue then entered his mouth again, as his senses worked overtime trying to take in as much of her as he could. His hands were roaming her body and he was noticing things he hadn't noticed in years- he felt as if they were making love for the first time. He fingered the flimsy material of her camisole before slipping it over her head, trying in vein to bring her breasts to his mouth.

She knew what he wanted but decided to make him wait just a little longer so shimmied herself down his legs and began to slowly take off his pants. He lifted his hips to help her as she dragged the material down his legs and exposed his aching member.

His breathing peaked when she rolled a chilled fruit around his base as her fingers massaged his tip. He started to sit up, his fingers desperate to find her skin but she pushed him back down with a firm hand. He opened his mouth to complain, but found an erect nipple between his moist lips and started to suckle.

She arched her back as his mouth toyed with her nipple as his hand stimulated the other, still hovering on hands and knees above his quaking body she gasped as his hands went to her panties and slid them down her legs, the touch of his hand burning her legs. As the panties were discarded she moved off him quickly so that he would not catch her.

His hands searched the moment they lost her touch, but clenched at the sheets when her warm mouth covered his member. His head was thrown back at the sudden shock and he ground out in pleasure, as she sucked hard at him. Feeling the bed move and her position on him change, he untangled his hands and resumed his search for her. It did not take him long to feel her touch again as his fingers soon felt the warmth of her sides hovering above him. Running them towards him he soon felt the rounding of her bum as his fingers madly searched for her center. Being that she had turned around on him, he could smell her scent and he desperately wanted to taste her.

Starting slowly he rubbed at her bud, before slipping a finger into her depths- she moaned at his touch, her hips jerking with each of his movements. Knowing she wouldn't last she began to turn around but he grabbed at her hips pleading with her to wait, he then raised his head and carefully sucked at her bud, only releasing it after grazing it lightly with his teeth.

She slid the eye mask off as he rolled them over to enter her; she missed seeing his eyes and knew he liked to watch her as she came. They climaxed quickly, each gasping for breath and clutching at each other as he collapsed on top of her.

He rolled them back over carefully so that she was laying on him, her head resting on his chest while her arms and legs pooled at his side. Lazily she looked up at him, propping her forearms against his chest as he stroked her hair, "Hi there Mrs. Sheppard," he smiled as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Hi there Mr. Sheppard," she replied running a finger along his jaw line, "Want to join me for a shower Dr Sheppard?"

"Only if Dr Grey can come too…" he cooed in reply.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged," she laughed, dragging his naked body out of bed and towards the bathroom. It was he that had suggested her being Mrs. Sheppard, but Dr Grey as she had already built a reputation in her own right and it also made it a little less confusing for other patients and other staff, as it would have been if their were two neurosurgeons called Dr Sheppard.

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The next morning Derek woke in his favourite position, completely tangled with Meredith, feeling his stomach rumble he reached for the phone and when the concierge answered he quietly whispered an order for pancakes.

The waiter silently brought them into the room and set the table, waving quickly to Derek as he picked up the tip Derek had left out for him, before silently slipping out the door again. Now all Derek had to do was wait…5…4…3…2…1…Meredith opened her eyes, she never could resist the smell of pancakes. "Morning," she whispered.

"Morning, beautiful." He grinned.

"Can I smell something?" she asked groggily as she scanned the room, "Pancakes," she grinned as her eyes found the surprise on the table. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" she asked as she leaned over to Derek and kissed him.

"Maybe once or twice," he laughed, releasing her from his grip and watching her spring out of bed and pounce on the table.

By the time he followed her onto the decking she had already devoured half of hers and had a dribble of maple syrup running down her chin that Derek couldn't resist but kiss off.

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Later in the week as they lay enjoying the sun on the beach Meredith lay looking at a photo of Sam and Peaches while Derek stroked her slightly expanded belly, this had become his habit when he wanted to talk about the kids, the future, or anything that involved their family, she was just waiting for him to broach the subject.

"After this one…" he began, "Can we add one more?"

"You want four kids?" she asked, lowering her sunnines to look at him in the eye.

"Or five," he replied, his hand coming to rest, "As many as you will let me have," he grinned.

"Derek…we're surgeons, busy surgeons. How are we meant to have more kids and actually have time to sleep?"

"We will work it out, besides once we get to ten Sam and Peaches will be old enough to look after the rest of them…" he joked, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"How about we get this one out first before we start thinking about the next," she sighed.

He took the photo from her and studied it for a second, "Its amazing how a like they look, but how different they are," he stated. In the photo they were wearing matching grins, the one Christina had dubbed the McDreamy, while covered head to toe in flour- they had been helping Izzie bake cookies when Sam had dropped the bag of flour causing it to explode and cover them both.

Looking at the photo she relented, "Ok. One more after this one," putting her hand on his as he thumbed her bare stomach.

"Truly?" he asked like an excited child.

"Truly." She stated as her mind roamed their future family.

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Ok it's done…complete…caput!

Well to all my reviewers (and lurkers) thanks for reading, hope this one finished it off for you all.

Mwa, all my love

Alex (Yes I named Peaches/Alexandra after myself)