Well, my apologies for taking so long to update this story! This week has been incredibly hectic, and I had no creative juices flowing whatsoever! I finally had some time today to write, so here is a shortish chapter.

Chapter 16 – You Make Lovin' Fun

I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.

I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why.

Don't, don't break the spell,
It would be different and you know it will,

You, you make loving fun,
And I don't have to tell you you're the only one.

"Mer, seriously, I don't speak girl," Cristina commented, as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

Meredith was packing her bag for Florida, and she paused to look at her friend. "What?"

"You've known me since ninth grade. I'm not a girly girl – I don't do bridesmaid. Get Sam Marquez again - she loves all that dress up, designer stuff. Why d'you think I was happy to let her do it the first time?"

"Seriously, I don't remember the first time," Meredith reminded her, rolling her eyes.

"Mer, I'm not wearing a frilly dress and mincing down the aisle carrying flowers, with a fake smile on my face," Cristina groaned. "I'm a leather girl, remember?" She indicated the black leather pants she was wearing, her habitual outfit.

"I know, I don't expect you to wear a pink dress, believe me."

"Tell me again why you're getting married a second time?"

Meredith contemplated two sundresses as she answered. "To remember this time, obviously. Since we're staying together, I want to have a memory of our wedding, and so does Derek."

Cristina hopped off the bed, and wandered to the bar, pouring a shot of tequila. "So, Shepherd makes you happy after all? I mean, other than being a good kisser with a talented tongue that is…."

"Cris, I love him. I do, can you believe it? Me, the girl who swore she'd never marry…"

"Yeah, hell must be frozen over," Cristina said dryly.

"You were the one looking for Ms. Right, as I recall. Why are you being cranky about this?"

"I didn't mean immediately."

Meredith laughed again, and came to sit beside Cristina. "Cris, I want you to be my maid of honor, please…"

Cristina shook her head, her dark curls bouncing. "Mer, I love you like a sister, but don't make me do this. I'll be the photographer, that's what I do."

Meredith shook her head at Cristina's vehemence. "Fine…I'll ask Sam."

"Thank god."

They were interrupted then by the sound of the door opening, and they looked over to see Derek crossing the room. Meredith felt her heart flutter, as he took her hands, and leaned in to kiss her lips. "Missed you," she murmured against his mouth.

His hand slid possessively down her spine, to rest at the small of her back. "Missed you too," he replied, with a wink.

"Ah, god…" Cristina smirked. "I think I need to leave now. Romantic overload…"

"Don't leave on my account," Derek said, but his eyes somehow never left Meredith's as he spoke.

"Nope, gotta run. I'll talk to you when you get back, Mer. Have fun in Florida. I'll get started on looking for a great place to take wedding shots." She swung down off the barstool, and Meredith impulsively hugged her, making Cristina roll her eyes in surprise. "Mer…stop hugging me…"

"Sorry…"

"Shepherd, take care of her, or I'll come find you and hurt you," Cristina said, half kidding, as she turned to leave. Despite her tough talk, Cristina felt a little bereft, knowing that her friendship with Meredith had changed subtly.

"She's in good hands," Derek assured her, pulling Meredith back against him, and sliding his arms around her waist. "Nothing will happen to her as long as I'm around." He pressed a little kiss against Meredith's temple.

"Good…" Cristina gave a little wave and disappeared through the connecting door to her own suite, leaving them alone.

"I know she's your best friend, Mer, but she scares me sometimes," Derek laughed, kissing the side of her throat, feeling the little tremble that ran through her. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, braless beneath the green t-shirt she wore. From the moment he'd walked into the room, seeing her in the short-shorts, her gorgeous legs bare and tanned, he had been unable to think clearly.

"You know, you look absolutely delicious," he murmured, his lips at her temple.

"Are you going to eat me?" she purred, arching back against him, and his cock bucked hard against his jeans. "I thought we had a plane to catch…"

"We do…" he replied, "but I have this need…"

Meredith could feel him, hard and insistent against her ass, and her eyes closed. "I seem to have the same need…" she whispered, as hot desire knifed through her. "You have this effect on me like no one else ever before…"

Derek turned her around suddenly to cup her face in his hands, kissing her long and hard. "You…" he groaned hotly, "you have made me addicted to you, I want you like crazy all the time. I can barely function." His breath came in ragged gasps, as her hands grazed along the front of his jeans, across his erection. At the same time, he yanked the t-shirt over her head, and his mouth descended on her breasts, the stubble along his jaw assaulting her as he buried his face against her. Then he returned to her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lip, and she moaned as the little shock of pain hit her nerve endings.

"Ow..oh…" Meredith whimpered, as he continued to nuzzle her chest, and lift her up against him. She grabbed him a little harder, stroking him through his jeans so that he sucked his breath in sharply. "Do you want to play dirty? I think we have time for some hot sex before we go, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," he growled, suddenly swinging her up on the bar counter behind them. His fingers tugged at the zipper on the little shorts, pulling them away from her hips smoothly, and running the palm of his hand across her damp panties. Then his mouth replaced his fingers, stroking her through the thin silk, sending her into instant bliss.

Meredith's head went back as he slipped the silk aside, stroking the wetness that seeped out of her. Delving with his fingers until she lifted her hips in urgent need. "Oh that feels perfect…"

"You feel perfect…" Derek murmured, intent on her response. "Just like this…watching you come…" Her moans rose with each little caress and the sound of his voice, and she clutched the edge of the counter desperately. Wave after wave of delight surged through her, until she thought she would lose her mind. Derek let her go slowly, and for a long moment, they stared at each other, breathing hard. She was sprawled across the counter, the flush of her orgasm spreading pink across her chest. Slowly, he ran his hand between her breasts, resting on the smooth skin of her belly. He captured her mouth in a long, searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. "I need to have you right now, Meredith…"

"God, yes…hurry, Derek…"

Meredith watched him, as he kicked his jeans away, and pulled her up against him, settling her around his hips. Dropping his head to crush her mouth under his again, their bodies grinding together, as his cock slid into her tight slickness. All she could feel was heat and wetness, and the seductive thrust of his cock in and out, in a slow sliding rhythm. Derek levered her backwards, pumping up into her urgently, each flex of his hips taking them closer to the edge. Incoherent throaty sounds of pleasure tumbled out of her lips, as she squeezed around him, her hair tossing around them in a silk curtain. Their mouths met again, as they rocked into their release, panting and groaning.

Derek managed to bring them down to the floor, and she settled into his lap, resting her head against his chest. "Oh god…" Meredith sighed, giggling at their impetuous love making. "That was fun…"

"Fast and furious…" he agreed, taking a quick glance at his watch. "And we really better get going, or we'll miss that flight…"

"Right…" She tipped her face up to look into the deep blue of his eyes, half hidden by the dark curls that had fallen across his face. He looked so completely assured, and satisfied, yet more relaxed than the first time she had met him. He seemed to have let go somewhat of that arrogant, cocksure attitude, and she smiled a little at the thought. "I love you, you know that…" she whispered.

"I love you too," Derek responded, realizing that she had changed his life for the better. "My cute little cardshark…"

"Ha…still bothers you doesn't it?" she teased him. "We'll have to play again, you know."

"One of these days," he agreed, kissing her softly, and helping her stand up. "Now, get dressed, Mrs. Shepherd." He gave her a soft swat on her ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes and she jumped.

"Careful, Mr. Shepherd, or I'll get even with you for that."

"You can spank me anytime, sweetheart," he drawled, pulling his clothes back on. "I'm just a bad boy at heart..."

Meredith pulled her t-shirt on, and fluffed her hair, before she moved closer to him. "We'll have to work on that, then, won't we?" she giggled, giving him a quick kiss before she turned and headed for the bathroom to freshen up, leaving him with a satisfied grin on his face, shaking his head. Life with Meredith was going to be intersting, if nothing else...

Song lyrics from "You Make Loving Fun" by Fleetwood Mac