Meredith and Derek drove home, fast. He maneuvered his car through the streets of Seattle expertly, some piano music playing on the radio. They didn't speak much. Meredith couldn't stop looking at her hand, with the giant diamond sparkling on her finger. She looked up and realized they were driving further into the downtown.

"Derek?" she asked him.

He turned and looked at her smiling. "Tonight we don't need roommates, or a trailer. Tonight we are going to sleep in expensive linen, and drink very expensive champagne."

"Oh we are?" she asked him with a smile.

"We are." He affirmed. He pulled the car into the circle of the , and they got out and handed the car over to the valet. With his arm around her waist, they walked into the lobby.

"We don't have any clothes here Derek." She whispered to him.

"We can buy some." He assured her. They walked up to the desk. "My brand new fiancée and I have a reservation, for tonight, the Queen Victoria suite. I would also like to have a bottle of cristal, and some strawberries and chocolate delivered shortly after please. It's under Dr. Derek Shepherd."

The concierge nodded and started typing, before handing over a card key and summoning a bell hop. "We don't have any luggage." Derek told him.

"Very well Sir, follow me." He led them through the plush lobby to the elevator. Meredith gazed around in awe. Derek held her hand in the elevator, giving her his McDreamiest smile.

"Can you afford this?" she asked him quietly.

Derek laughed. "Should I show you my bank books before you tell everyone you're marrying me?"

"Will I be impressed?" she asked him teasingly. "I mean you do live in a trailer…."

"Do you know how much that trailer cost?" he asked her incredulously. She shook her head. He leaned over, pushed her hair back and whispered in her ear. Her eyes grew large. "That's more than my mother's house cost!"

Derek chuckled. "So I guess you weren't after me for the money?" She punched him lightly in the arm. He caught her fist in his, and gave her a suggestive look, before he opened her palm and trailed his fingers along it.

"Derek, " Meredith whispered hoping the bellhop didn't hear, "We are in an elevator."

"We do things in elevators." He whispered back to her with a sly grin.

"You better behave yourself until we get to the room." She muttered. If it wasn't for the bellhop she was pretty sure she'd be getting herself in trouble.

"I ordered room service, it will be longer yet." He told her.

They got off the elevator and walked down a plushly carpeted hallway to their suite. The bellhop opened the door and showed them inside, lighting some candles and turning on some lights. "Would you like a fire Sir?" he asked him. Derek nodded, and he knelt down and started a fireplace in the living room. "The bedroom fireplace too Sir?" Again Derek nodded. Finally he had everything set up and Derek tipped him before he excused himself.

Meredith was looking around in awe. The balcony had an amazing view of Seattle and the sound and the lights. A knock sounded at the door, and when Derek opened it, they brought in a wheeled cart with a bottle of champagne on ice, some flutes, and a platter of strawberries dipped in chocolate. After they left, he poured them both a glass. He motioned Meredith to join him on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"The strawberries bring out the taste of the champagne." He told her, as he fed her one before letting her take a sip.

"Mmmm." She said, savoring the flavor and sensations in her mouth. Derek nuzzled her neck.

"Shouldn't we drink some of this expensive stuff before it goes flat?" she asked him wickedly.

Derek took a sip of champagne, and then brought her lips to his, to kiss her, letting the champagne sink into the kiss. Meredith pulled back a few minutes later, "Ok that is so much better than tequila."

"Meredith, have you ever made love in front of a fireplace? Or in a Jacuzzi tub?" he asked her, slipping the straps of her dress off of her shoulder. They got up and sank down in front of the fireplace, on the luxurious carpet, both slowly undressing each other. The lights were dim, and the fireplace gave off a flickering light and heat. Derek laid her down , spreading her hair out around her, before he started to lightly run his fingers over her neck and collarbone, following them with his lips and tongue. The champagne was making her feel light and floaty, and his kisses were making her skin tingle, and she felt like she was in a giant glass of champagne. She gasped as first his fingers traced her nipple, and then his hot mouth covered it. Her hands weaved in his hair.

"Derek…" she moaned.

He pulled up and looked at her, the firelight was dancing on her skin and she looked like a goddess. "Shhh." He told here before he moved to her other nipple. His hands traced circles down her waist, around her hips, before moving to the core of her and stroking teasingly.

She sighed as his mouth followed his fingers and he started to make love to her with it. She tried to push him away, not sure she could stand it, but he caught her wrists in his hands and stilled her. Giving in to the pleasure, she tangled her fingers in his hair, and let him lead her into oblivion. After she crashed back down to earth, she tried to pull him up to her, but he made her stay as he brought her into another harder orgasm.

She cried out to him, begging him to stop, and in an instant he was on top of her, and she could feel him pushing at the juncture between her thighs with his hardness. He entered her with a groan, and she felt herself clench around him and cum again. She opened her eyes and met his, he was biting his lip as he waited for her to finish, not wanting to it to be over. His eyes were smokey and dark, and he met her lips with his, as he started to move inside of her. Meredith raised her legs up higher and felt him move deeper inside of her. Together they began to dance, with him making long, slow deep strokes inside of her, until she finally thought she was going to expire, and she started to have an orgasm from deep inside. Derek couldn't hold back any longer, she was making those little sexy whimpers that she made, and her body was hugging him so tightly, like a velvet sheath, that he started to cum too. A few minutes later they lay together still, trying to catch their breath.

"That's why I said yes." She told him, when she finally could breathe.

"That's why I asked." He teased her. He rolled off of her, and laid next to her, pulling her over into the crook of his arms. They lay there for a few minutes together, enjoying the fire.

"So.. you said Jacuzzi tub?" she asked him.

"You are insatiable." He told her, kissing her. "What was that… three times?"

"Four." She admitted.

"Don't forget, I am middle aged. You don't want to give me a heart attack."

"But then just think of all this money I'll inherit." She teased him. She stood up and dashed into the bathroom to run the tub. It was a large round raised bathtub, definitely large enough to accommodate the both of them. She let it fill with hot soapy water, while she lit some of the candles around.

"I could get very used to this," she called to him.

He came into the bathroom, naked still, smiling. "You mean all the sex?" he asked her.

"No, Jacuzzi tubs, and champagne…" she gave him a flirty laugh.

"Anything you want." He told her earnestly.

"What I want right now Dr. Shepherd, is for you to join me in the bathtub." She didn't need to ask him twice.