Finally an update! I know it has been forever...and I apologize. My life is extremely hectic right now...and I don't always post here right away. You can always read the updates as soon as I post them on my site that is listed on my profile. I hope I still have some readers...and I hope you guys enjoy the update. Thanks for reading and being patient with me.

-Marci

Meredith becomes vaguely aware of something scratching her shoulder. Shortly after she begins to feel a wet warmth as Derek's mouth begins to place small kisses along her shoulder. She keeps her eyes closed, relishing in the sensations that his mouth is sending through her body.

"I know you're awake," he murmurs against her bare skin, the vibrations reverberating throughout her entire body.

She mumbles incoherently as he slowly slides the sheet down her body. He chuckles in response, his hot breath fanning over her in puffs.

"I get that you're not a morning person, but I was thinking about breakfast," he whispers as he brushes his lips against her ear.

Her eyes pop open as she turns to look at him. She doesn't think about the sheet falling further down to reveal her bare breasts. "Ooohh…french toast…with strawberries…and coffee…I need coffee…" she rambles excitedly as she looks up at him.

He chuckles warmly as he runs his hand down the side of her bare breast, causing her to gasp. "Hungry?" he asks as his eyes darken.

A flush begins to form in Meredith's cheeks, working its way down her neck and chest. "Starved," she breathes almost inaudibly.

As Derek dips his head down to give her a good morning kiss, the shrill ringing of a phone causes them both to jump. Meredith blinks several times as she attempts to regain her footing on solid ground and Derek grumbles.

"Are you going to answer that?" he groans into her neck.

"It's your room!" she whispers harshly, almost as if she is afraid the person on the phone can hear her.

Derek chuckles as he lifts himself over her and reaches for the phone. "Right. Forgot that part," he smiles at her as he picks up the phone. "Derek Shepherd," he answers in his most professional tone. He suddenly turns white. "Oh…Mr. Grey…Meredith…yes…she is…I don't know why she isn't answering the phone in her room…maybe she has her ipod in her ears…she has been listening to that thing nonstop…something about not being able to stand the sound of my voice…" he says as he smiles broadly at Meredith, who has now turned the color of the sheets. "Right away, sir," he says as he places his hand over the phone.

"What does he want?" Meredith whispers.

Derek chuckles. "To talk to his little princess."

Meredith rolls her eyes. "Whatever," she mutters as she shifts, suddenly becoming aware of something stiff now poking her in the side.

Derek shrugs as he hands her the phone, fighting the urge to climb on top of her and take her right then and there as her soft skin brushes against him.

"H…hi, daddy," Meredith stutters as her cheeks begin to flush. "S..sorry…was listening to my ipod…" she answers as she stares at Derek. "I know…I saw him play…Yes, it was quite amazing…What? Why do you want me to talk to him? But…he…okay..okay…I will…I will see what I can do…I will…Bye," she says as she hangs the phone up.

"Ugh!" she explains as she throws herself back against the pillows, not thinking about the way the action would make her boobs bounce.

Derek forces himself to tear his eyes away from her exposed chest. "What is it?"

Meredith narrows her eyes at him. "He wants me to talk to another player while I'm here."

Derek knits his brow as he brushes a strand of hair out of Meredith's face. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter. He won't join the team anyways. It would be almost impossible to get him out of his contract. It just doesn't make any sense. It would cost millions to acquire him and he doesn't even play in any of the positions we need filled," she rants as she stares at the wall.

"Okay…" Derek says slowly. "Why are you so upset?" he asks confused.

"Because…because he says he is handing the team over to me yet he dictates everything that has to do with the team. Like he actually knows anything about soccer. Seriously!"

Derek chuckles as he leans down and brushes his lips quickly across hers. "Has he already signed the papers handing the team over," he mutters against her lips.

"Yes," she huffs.

"Well, then it doesn't matter what he tells you. The team is yours. You can do whatever you want," he says as he begins to place soft kisses along her jawline.

"You're right," she says softly in sudden realization. "I can't believe I didn't realize that." She mutters as she begins to run her nails up Derek's sculpted back.

Derek chuckles as he moves one hand to cup Meredith's breast. "I know. I'm a genius."

Meredith rolls her eyes as she tugs on the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him back and forcing him to look at her. "You…are not a genius. Soccer god with amazing body? Yes. Genius? Hardly," she says seriously before giggling.

Derek feigns shock and hurt as he pulls back. "I'm hurt. Really. That…really hurt.."

Meredith sticks out her lips in a pouty look. "Awww…did I hurt soccer god's feelings?" she giggles.

Derek narrows his eyes at her. "You…are going to pay for that," he says as he begins to tickle her.

"No! No!" she gasps as she squirms under his touch.

"Not until you apologize," he chuckles as her squirming only causes him to grow harder.

"Have…have to pee!" she gasps as she suddenly escapes from his grasp and jumps out of the bed.

He can't help but chuckle as he watches her bare ass disappear into the bathroom. Meredith Grey is one feisty girl that he just can't seem to get enough of. He picks up the phone and dials down to the front desk. He has plans to make and he doesn't want Meredith to hear them.