It had been a fantastic evening. They had gotten to the bed and breakfast in time for tea, and had enjoyed tea and cake with the proprietors and a newlywed couple. Afterwards they had been led to their little suite, which was on the ground floor with a private garden. The room had a gigantic king sized bed, a Jacuzzi tub and a table and chairs and love seat. There were candles all around and a fireplace in front of the bed. They had settled their bags and then headed to the coast to enjoy some shopping and wading.

Derek had bought her a straw hat, a necklace made out of pearlized shells, and a shot glass, which he had presented to her with a wicked grin.. for her tequila. He had laughed and asked her if he should get her a bottle for tonight.

Afterwards they had dined in a little French place that had disgustingly expensive but delightful champagne, which Meredith had only allowed herself to have one glass of. After walking the beach once more, they had come back to the room, and Derek had just finished expertly lighting a fire in the fireplace.

"I ordered some brandy to go with the fire," he told her as she came out of the bathroom. She had decided against her better judgment to forego the blanket sleeper she had found and was wearing a pair of silk pajamas with a robe, that she clutched around her like armor. Derek was still in his jeans and pullover. She made a face.. she didn't think she had ever had brandy before.

"Oh you have to have a toddy with a fire in a place like this Mer," he said, seeing her expression.

"Ok, " she agreed.

"I guess I'll change in the bathroom too…" he said. She nodded, thankful he was going to spare her that sight. He grinned at her before rummaging in his bag for a pair of pajama bottoms, "You know I normally don't wear pajamas, so see how nice I'm being," he told her as he waved them at her. He vanished into the bathroom, coming out a minute later with just the bottoms on. She had perched on the edge of the bed, near the fireplace and he came over to her with a glass of amber liquid and set down next to her.

She took a sip , and coughed.. brandy was not quite like the tequila she was used to. After a few more sips she started to feel all warm and tingly, and she hopped up and set the glass down on the table, before coming back to the bed. Derek raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want to see things all porny, " she explained. He smirked at her.

"Am I allowed to kiss you in front of the fire?" he asked her.

"Just quickly," she replied back, before giggling at how silly that sounded.

Derek reached over for her after setting his glass on the floor, and tangled his fingers in her hair. Her heart leapt to her throat, as he pulled her into him and met her lips. He tasted like the brandy he had been drinking, and smelled like a woodfire. She inched her hands up and into his hair, pulling him closer, and failed to notice when he pulled her onto his lap, until she felt his arousal poking into her bottom.

"Derek' she squealed. "This is not not having sex!"

"We're not having sex. Surely you haven't forgotten what sex really entails have you?" He stroked her chin with his hand. "Sex means you aren't wearing these bottoms, and I'm naked and I …"

She clapped her hand over his mouth. "I think it's time for bed."

He gave her a delighted smile, and she said ,"sleeping bed." To which he gave her a mock frown. She jumped off his lap and went up to the top of the bed and pulled back the covers before sliding in. After sticking a pillow behind her to blockade him, she settled in and closed her eyes, not waiting to see what he would do next. She heard him sigh, before he came over to his side and laid down too.

"Derek," she whispered, "I'm sorry about the whole no sex thing."

He pushed the pillow out of the way and pulled her into his arms, "I'm just cuddling, I have my pants on.. still." He said defensively. She sighed and settled into him, trying to ignore the obvious fact that he wanted to more than cuddle. Deciding it was okay to cuddle with him, she closed her eyes and relaxed. Until she felt him planting gentle kisses on her neck which started to turn into those nips and bites that he knew drove her completely insane.

"Derek!"

"What?" he asked as innocently as he could, " We can't even make out?"

"You know I can't just make out with you." She answered.

"Well so I have to suffer because you have no self control?" he asked her challengingly.

Ugh she thought, he knew she couldn't resist a challenge. He was saying he could resist, but she couldn't, and he knew very well that she would be up for that challenge. Deciding to try to teach him a lesson, she decided to make out with him to the point of driving him to agony before she would roll over nonchalantly and go to sleep. Then she crossed her fingers that she could do that.

A/N

This is noway near the end of this night, but I have to get to bed and I thought it would be fun to post a little update and set things up. Glad everyone is liking the story.