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Chapter 6 – The Girl Can't Help It

First time
That I saw your eyes
Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmmm
Play it cool
But I knew you knew
That cupid hit me, mmmhmmm….

Meredith stepped out of the shower, and wrapped the huge fluffy towel around her, feeling her body ache in delicious ways that made her smile. Cristina was sooo right – one night of pure hot lose-your-mind sex was just what she needed. Humming happily to herself as she rubbed her skin with moisturizer, her thoughts drifted to how Derek hands had touched her. Oh, but the man was talented – skillful and sure, taking her into shuddering climaxes that seemed to last forever. A little shiver skated over her spine as she slipped her robe on and stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror.

With a little grin, she nodded at herself. At least she made sure she gave him some very memorable orgasms too – well, at least he seemed to be enjoying himself! And she left a few little tell tale love bites along his chest, and his shoulder, to remind him just what an equal partner she had been. Let Delinda get an eyeful of that, she giggled as she headed out of the bathroom.

And stopped short, finding Derek still there, calmly sitting in a chair by the window, and reading the morning paper, coffee cup in his other hand. "You're still here," Meredith said, eying the room service cart that had arrived in her absence. She poured herself a cup of fragrant coffee, inhaling the aroma thankfully. "I thought you were leaving while I had my shower."

"I thought we could have breakfast," he replied smoothly, looking over the top edge of the paper. "You must be hungry."

"You think so…" Meredith nibbled on a piece of bacon, suddenly ravenous, but unwilling to admit it. "What, you can read my mind now?"

"I seemed to be able to last night," he chuckled, setting the paper aside, and coming to stand behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and drawing her back against him. His lips brushed her damp skin, along her neck, and she sighed involuntarily. "Or was I mistaken…?"

"Hmmm….the sex was adequate…" she teased him, as his lips slid further along her shoulder that he was baring, tugging the silk robe lower.

"Adequate?" Derek's voice was tinged with disbelief, turning her around to face him.

Meredith bit back a gurgle of laughter. "Okay…above average then…"

Derek's eyebrows raised, as he tugged at the belt of her robe, loosening it further. "So, those screams were just my imagination…"

Meredith nodded silently, her breathing suddenly quickening, as the robe gaped open. Her nipples puckered in the chilled air conditioned room, and he rubbed his thumb over the silk that just barely covered her there. "Couldn't have been me…" she managed to say finally.

"Ah, there I beg to differ…" he murmured, leaning in to feather little kisses along her skin, his tongue dancing over the taut nipples one by one. "I distinctly heard screaming…"

"…that was you, I thought…" she countered, trying to keep her thoughts together, keeping up with the banter. But it was increasingly difficult, as Derek continued to tease her nipples, with his tongue, and tweaking them with his fingers. Low, unbidden sounds of desire began to slip from her.

"See…you're starting already…" he said softly. "I know what you like, Meredith…"

"Oh, you don't know anything about me," Meredith protested weakly.

"I think I do. I know you like this…" His mouth moved across her ribcage, and over the flat of her belly, eliciting another little whimper. She clutched at the edge of the serving cart to keep from pitching forward. "…and this…" His lips drifted over her navel, sliding over the silky scented skin, heading lower. "…and this…definitely this…" He dropped to his knees, and flicked his tongue over the delicate nub of her clit, so that she inhaled sharply.

"You're…all wrong…" she whispered, trying not to give in to her traitorous body that was so keenly aroused, his slightest touch made her want more. "I …oh damn…" Sudden wetness dripped against Derek's tongue, and he felt her shaking against him. He teased her further with his fingers, and his tongue combined, holding her tightly to keep her from falling. The dark stubble along his jaw scratched her skin – the rough contrasting against her tender thighs. She could barely stand from the sensation of his fingers in her, and his mouth doing wicked luscious things to her. She closed her eyes and hung on for the ride, not caring any longer, moaning and bucking into him. Who cared if she screamed…she was lost in the orgasm that pulsed through her, as the world spun away.

Meredith fell forward, bracing her hands on Derek's shoulders, panting, disheveled, and weak. "I screamed" she admitted, as she slid down to the floor with him. His arms caught her, as she straddled his lap, and his eyes met hers in a warm, sensual look. "You have the most amazing tongue…"

Derek's lips twitched. "It's not a contest, Meredith…not here when it's just you and me…" He planted a soft kiss at the corner of her lip. "Later…at the poker table…then we're adversaries…"

"…yes…but not here… I agree with you, Derek…"

"…you did say you could keep your sex life and your professional life separate, as I recall…" His voice was low and seductive, as he ran his hands along her naked back, and she placed her palms against his chest.

Meredith leaned in to kiss his throat, licking the little bites she'd left him the night before. "Do you remember everything I say…?"

"Everything…I told you…I find you very fascinating…"

Meredith pushed his shirt away from his shoulders, tracing the muscular definition of his arms, and his chest. "So why is it that I'm naked, and you still have your clothes on yet…?" she breathed, running her finger beneath the waist of his pants. Warm morning sun was bathing them now, spilling into the long windows.

"Poor planning on my part, obviously…" he murmured, his voice now shaking as she continued her lazy exploration down the front of his body, over the throbbing bulge of his cock. "Give me a second, and I'll fix that." Meredith scooted away from his lap, kneeling on the plush carpet, her hair hanging over one shoulder as she waited for him. Her eyes slid along his lean body as he moved to his feet, watching the play of his muscles as he walked. When he dropped the pants to the floor, she whistled at him.

"This is better than a Vegas show…" she teased him, breathless with anticipation as he turned back to her.

"You think…?" He smirked, falling onto her, parting her legs. "And it's all for you, honey…just like this…" And he pulls her against him, thrusting into her easily, into her slick warm tightness. Meredith gasped, winding around him, as he lifted her off the floor. "Just perfect…" Pulling her legs up against him, finding the deepest penetration he could, as she cried out from the pleasure.

Meredith let herself ride the waves of her climax that rushed through her, each thrust taking her higher, until the delicious spasms wrenched her from head to toe. "So good…oh god…" she cried out, clawing at the carpet, as her mind spun away again, her body a quivering boneless mass of bliss.

Derek gave in to the heat that rolled through him then as well, his head going back as he shuddered with how damn good it felt to be inside of her. Every part of his body screamed for release, and it came in great shaking waves. "Damn…" he muttered, his chest heaving, as they sprawled together on the carpet, shafts of sunlight falling across their tangled limbs.

"Derek…"

"Hmmm….?"

"I'm glad you stayed…"

"I knew you'd see it my way…" he chuckled, earning a swat on his ass from her.

"Ass…"

Much later, after Derek finally tore himself away from Meredith's bed, he walked along the silent hallways towards his own suite. His jacket slung over his shoulder, his hair in disarray, and a happy satisfied smile on his face. So deep in his thoughts, he didn't see the man heading his way until they were face to face. A strong grip on his forearm, and he looked into Danny McCoy's boyish face.

"Derek! Where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you…" Danny eyed Derek's appearance, taking in the obvious fact that he was still wearing his suit from the night before, the bruises along his throat, and the aura of sex that clung to him. A suspicious look glittered in his eyes.

"I had a…well…I was with someone…" Derek grinned.

"That's obvious," Danny snorted.

"It wasn't who you think…" Derek started to say, hoping to ward off any jealous thoughts that may have been simmering in Danny's mind.

"Who do you think I think it was…?"

"I think you think it was Delinda…and you're wrong…"

"Mike said he saw you two together on the security cameras, a couple of times, talking and looking very intimate," Danny said, glaring at Derek. "You know you can't hide anything around here Derek…"

"Well, what Mike saw was just that – Delinda talking to me," Derek retorted, throwing Danny's hand off his arm. "I told her I wasn't about to get in between the two of you. If you've got problems, it has nothing to do with me." He started to walk away angrily.

"Derek…wait…" Danny ran up behind him. "God, I'm sorry…she's got me running in circles some days…ever since Ed left…"

They reached Derek's door, and the two of them walked in together. Danny flopped onto the sofa, rubbing his fists over his eyes. "I love her like crazy, but she expects me to be on call night and day….on top of keeping this place running for Cooper, man…I'm beat…"

Derek gave him a sympathetic glance. "Delinda did tell me you've been busy."

"Some days I wish I was back running surveillance, it was a helluva lot easier, and more fun."

"I'm sure." Derek sat on the sofa opposite Danny, and leaned back, lacing his hands behind his head.

"So you had a good night…" Danny grinned, switching back to Derek's appearance. "Do I know who it is?"

"Maybe…you know Meredith Grey?"

"Meredith…the poker queen who eats opponents balls at the poker table and spits them back out?" Danny squinted at his friend. "Isn't she a lesbian?"

"Hardly…" Derek assured him wryly. He raked a hand through his hair, stretching to work the kinks out of his back. Smiling to himself at the memory of how those kinks got there, he had to admit he'd never felt this completely physically wrung out from being with a woman before. Hell, he usually left before they woke up in the morning. Strangely, he had slept deeply and soundly with Meredith, not stirring until she did.

Danny's cell phone started to ring then, and he glared at the phone that he whisked out of his jacket pocket. "Coop…yeah…what's up?" He nodded several times, listening. "Okay, I'm on it…tell Mike to meet me there…"

"Trouble?"

"Gotta run, Derek. Mike's got a problem at the roulette table." He jumped to his feet, and straightened his tie. "Hey, let's have a drink once you're done with this tournament. I'm buying...bring Meredith along too if you want."

"I'll see – I may need to drown my sorrows by that point."

"Aw, you can't let her win, Derek…men are counting on you…" Danny laughed, as he walked towards the door. "Catch you later…"

Derek nodded, and let his head fall back against the sofa, shutting his eyes. Sleep…he needed sleep right now…and then he would do his best to win tonight…it was in the cards…

Meredith picked up her cell phone from the coffee table where she'd abandoned it the night before. Idly flipping it open and scanning the list of missed calls, remembering it had been ringing a few times. Cristina…obviously…better call her and give her all the juicy details…and what the hell was that number…

She snapped the phone shut quickly. No way he was calling her now…of all the times to get a call from Alex…why now? Sighing a little, she walked to the bar and poured a glass of bottled water. A blast from the past was just not what she needed. She gulped the ice cold water, hoping to clear her head. The night and the morning with Derek had been fabulous, and she was sure she wanted to see him again. But not until after the tournament was done, and she'd beaten that hot ass of his…

There was a little knock at the door to the adjoining suite, and then Cristina poked her head in. "You alone?"

Meredith waved her over. "Yep…"

Cristina hopped up on a barstool and looked pointedly at the tequila. "Give me a real drink."

"It's only 2 o'clock…" Meredith said, grabbing a shot glass.

"Who cares…I'm not working…not tonight anyway. Got the location secured, and they're flying in the models tomorrow. I'll be here the rest of the week now. God help me…coddling those skinny ass divas is gonna kill me…"

Meredith giggled. "But you love it…"

"So…what happened with you and the sexy stud? Details…give me details…"

Meredith leaned onto her forearms, smiling at the thought. "You have nooo idea, Cristina…oh my god…I ache in places I never ached after getting laid. And his tongue…he does this amazing thing…" She giggled.

"Didn't I tell you…?"

"You did…I admit you were right."

"I'm always right. I know all." Cristina winked. "So now you're gonna beat him, take the money and run…."

Meredith shrugged lightly, pouring herself a little shot of tequila. "Maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"I intend to win, but maybe I'll stick around too…"

"You're seeing him again, aren't you…I should have known…"

"It has nothing to do with Derek."

"Uh-huh…you can't fool me, Mer."

"Seriously…I'm just having a good time…it's just sex with him, nothing else…"

"If you say so…"

"Jeez…Cristina…it's not like I'm marrying the guy," Meredith giggled. "No way…it's just fun. And I think I'm ready for a little fun in my life."

Song lyrics from 'Clumsy' by Fergie