A/N: OK, Chapter TEN! Its just a little R-rated filler chapter I decided to write for all you great reviewers out there. Its kind of the happy before the angst that plans to work its way into the story line. Also, this story isnt even close to over. I have to many ideas coming up.

ENJOY and Read and your own Risk!

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Later that night, Meredith was once again with Derek. Doc hadn't been feeling too well and it was such a great night that Derek and Meredith decided to go to the woods without him. The two ended up in a beautiful grass clearing. A place no one ever went. They didn't think that anyone knew about it.

They were sitting together, watching the sun set over downtown Seattle, when Meredith pulled Derek in for a kiss. The perfect kiss, they both thought to themselves.

Neither knew who initiated it--whether it was Derek adjusting himself so that he could lay on top of Meredith, trying to get as close as possible, or Meredith, who grabbed his arm to pull him on top of her, eager for the contact--but within moments, Derek's body was against Meredith's, pushing her into the soft grass. Their arms were wrapped around each other, keeping themselves as close together as could be without somehow being fused together as one person.

The kiss started out innocent enough--or at least as innocent as their kissing had been thus far. But by some unspoken, mutual agreement, they began to slowly explore new territory. Their hands began to investigate areas they hadn't allowed themselves to before.

Derek's hands traveled slowly down Meredith's sides, coming to rest on her hips, part of him a little nervous about pushing her too far. But Meredith's legs fell open, cradling him between her thighs, inviting him to explore as little or as much as he wanted. She was young sure, but she wasn't an amature when it came to sex. So he allowed his hands to slowly travel farther, gently caressing the sides of her legs, or at least what he could through the soft fabric of her pants.

Meredith's hands found the hem of his shirt, then slid her hands beneath it, entranced with the smoothness of his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing and relaxing as he shifted around. A small smile came to her lips when felt him shudder as she trailed a fingernail lightly up and down his spine. She enjoyed that she could get that kind of reaction from him.

Slowly, Derek's hips began to push slowly against Meredith's. The shift was so gradual that neither noticed it begin, and by the time he realized what he was doing, he wasn't sure if he hadn't been doing it the entire time. He knew what he was doing was wrong, he shouldn't be pressuring Meredith like this, but he was in heaven. Until Meredith's hips began to reciprocate, pushing gently against his, their rhythm perfectly timed, moving to beat that neither could hear but both could feel.

It felt amazing.

Eventually, Derek's hands found their way to the hem of Meredith's shirt, where they paused for a few moments, gently playing with the skin at her waist before sliding under completely. He somehow couldn't find the courage to go more than halfway up her torso, with any other woman it would have been different, but it was enough for now. All he needed to feel was her; it had been ages since Derek felt like this. His fingers circled her belly button, danced up and down her sides, stroked her ribs as if he were strumming a guitar. It was too much, and it was not enough. Nothing with her would ever be enough.

He began to feel as though he couldn't control his hands. They reached higher and searched lower, desperate to find new parts of Meredith, parts they hadn't yet touched. Perhaps that's how he came to realize that not only was one of his hands on her breast, but it was also gently rubbing, squeezing, and caressing. Instantly, he froze and jerked his hand away as if it had been burned. He pulled away from her and stared, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights, panting heavily.

Confused, Meredith's eyes opened to see a concerned Derek staring back at her. "What? What's wrong?"

"I--I'm sorry. We shouldn't be doing this..."

Slowly, she realized what he was trying to say--he was apologizing for groping her. She really hadn't even noticed what he'd been doing until he'd stopped. Everything had felt so good, so amazing, one sensation after another, that nothing had registered as individual actions.

She smiled at him and whispered, "It's okay."

He looked stunned. "What?"

"I said it's okay. I don't mind--not in the least." She paused, swallowing hard. She knew what she wanted to feel and she knew what she wanted him to do, but saying it was a different story altogether. "I want you to touch me."

His already wide eyes opened even futher. "Meredith, we really shouldn't be doing this, we could get into a lot of trouble."

She shook her head. "No, I want this Derek. I want...your hands on me. Please don't stop."

She noticed that he still looked a little uncertain, so she removed one of her hands from its position under his shirt and brought it up to gently stroke his face. "I mean it." And to show him that she was serious, she took his hand in hers and slowly moved it back underneath her shirt.

"Derek, look at me." She waited until he complied and stared at him for a few seconds, trying to somehow let her own eyes show her trust of him. "This is me. It's just me. You know me. There's nothing to worry about. I want this just as much as you do." With that, she moved his hand the remaining few inches until it was once more upon her breast, their eyes still locked with each other, though her breathing a little heavier at the feeling of his hands on her body.

Smiling a little, she pushed with all of her strength until he was the one flat on his back and she was straddling him. Almost reluctantly, she pulled herself to a sitting position and crossed her arms in front of her chest, grabbing the hem of her shirt in both hands. With a grin, she pulled it over her head, sending it sailing off into the general vicinity of his own shirt, which was pulled off earlier.

Slowly, he brought a hand up to her face and gently trailed one finger down from her chin, between her breasts, coming to rest on her naval. He paused there, silently letting her know that it was her turn. She leaned down and began kissing him once more. The feeling of skin on skin was incredible. Their kissing grew more intense. They hands began to take more liberties. Their hips were grinding together in a frenzy.

Suddenly, Meredith pulled away, grinning at Derek devilishly. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, her hips still moving against his, enjoying the feel of this even newer territory.

He just rolled his eyes, and though his skin was already flushed from their activities, she was fairly certain he turned a slightly darker shade of red. "So sue me," he answered, pulling her face back down to his.

A few minutes later, without warning, he moved into a sitting position, keeping her firmly in her position on his lap. This felt even better than anything else had. In this position, they could get closer to each other, feel more skin, hold each other tighter. It was just what they wanted. Meredith moved her legs so they were wrapped around his back, pushing the pelvises closer together. Derek's lips traveled from her lips, down her neck, to her shoulders, where he found her bra straps were in the way so he pushed them off her shoulders. He moved his lips further down, down to her chest, where he gently kissed the tops of her breasts, nuzzled his face in her cleavage. He glanced at Meredith, trying to find her reaction. He assumed it was positive, seeing as how her head was thrown back, her eyes tightly shut, and her mouth was hanging open ever so slightly, soft noises of what he knew to be pleasure escaping her lips.

The sight was too much for him, so he returned his lips to hers once more, but kept one hand on her front, one hand on her back. He wanted to feel everything all at once and was cursing himself for not having enough hands.

Somehow, deep within the passion-induced haze in his brain, he realized that their hands were straying lower and lower than they'd ever dared before. In fact, they were each gently stroking the skin that lay hidden just underneath the waistbands of their pants. It slowly dawned on him where the night was heading, and he didn't know if either of them were quite ready for that.

"Meredith," he whispered, drawing his lips millimeters away from hers.

"Mmmm," she answered, chasing after him.

"No, Meredith." He brought his hands up to the nape of her neck, gently holding either side of her face. "Open your eyes."

His request took a few moments to register, but her eyes slowly fluttered open. "What?"

He took a deep, calming breath before continuing. "I think we should stop."

She groaned in frustration. "No. Why?"

He sighed, resting his forehead against hers. "For starters? We've only been going out for, what? Five weeks?"

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"I just don't think that we should be doing this. I could get into a lot of trouble, and so could you. Your mother would kick our asses and you know it."

"How would anyone find out?"

"They have their ways. They always have their ways. Plus, I can give you one more good reason why now is not the right time."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"You're not on the pill and I don't have any condoms."

She chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You know, I think of all your reasons why we shouldn't do this, that was the best one." She sighed, and pulled away slightly so she could look him in the eyes. "Okay. We'll stop."

"For the record, I just want you to know much I want you."

"How much?"

"So much that I can't see straight. So much that I'm not even going to be able to stand up straight for at least another ten minutes."

She grinned and pulled him into a hug. "Thanks." They were silent for a moment before she spoke up again.

"We really shouldn't have decided to go for a walk without Doc."

END CHAPTER TEN