A/N Thank you for all the comments! I'm sorry I made you wait for this update, but it's eleven pages of wedding night … *giggle*

Enjoy…

FLASHBACK

"It's so hot," sighed Meredith trying to fan herself with her hands for lack of anything else.

"Yeah," nodded Derek tugging at his T-shirt in attempt to cool off his torso.

Every living creature seemed to be hiding in shade from the pitiless sun as their slowly made their trek from the clearing when they left the bike to the cliff.

Meredith halted in the tall grass squinting her eyes.

"Mer?" he stopped beside her putting an arm around her waist. "You wanna go back?"

"Course not," she rolled her eyes. "Mom's at home. She won't let us near your room, or my room, or any room with a door for that matter. I want my orgasm!" she sighed dramatically. "But no pressure," she winked at him, making his lips went into a thin line. "I'm joking, I'm joking! You know you did it the last time, champ!" Yeah, Derek was really getting the hang of the whole sex thing, both in regard to perseverance and overall coordination of his actions. And the last time they sexed up in his room when everyone was gone from the house, he made her come, just seconds after him actually. No surprise she wanted to feel that again, not just with his fingers inside her but with his hard cock. And she loved teasing Derek about it. Of course, she knew the limits. A man's ego was a fragile thing, Derek's especially.

"Oh, you're just asking for it," he smirked at her dangerously.

"Actually, I am asking for it."

They stared each other for a moment in the still scenery until Meredith broke into a run through the grass laughing wildly. She didn't manage to get away very far. He had longer legs, stronger male body and better shoes. He captured her around her middle, throwing them both off balance to roll into the grass.

His lips landed on hers as he pinned her to the ground with the length of his body. She moaned arching her neck to him when something caught her eye. Water was reflecting sun rays, blinding her with their intensity.

"Look!" an exclamation rolled off her tongue.

"I am so lookin'," he muttered hitching her T-shirt over her breasts.

"Not here!" she giggled and pulled his head sideways. "The lake! It's beautiful."

"So?" he shrugged. "Your boobs are much more spectacular…"

"Why, thank you," she smiled. "But I'm hot."

"You are," he smirked.

"I'm too hot," she laughed pushing him off her to sit up. "I want to cool off. In the lake."

"Can we do that later?" he grumbled. "After we… you know…"

"Who said we can't do both at the same time?" she bit her lip and ran to the sandy fragment of the shore. "Have you ever skinny dipped?" she asked knowing the answer already.

"No..."

"Me neither. Another first time for us," she grinned at him saucily and threw her T-shirt over her head.

"I love first times," he said throatily taking her cue at stripping.

"I can see how you love them." She eyed the prominent bulge in his boxers that appeared after she dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She unclasped her bra and threw it over his head. "The last one to the water is a loser!"

He didn't even try to race. He stayed on the shore watching her run into the lake in full glory, laughing and splashing water. It washed over her body and glistened over her thighs, her breasts… He didn't mind being a loser if could this picture to admire and make love to her later.

He took off his boxers and strolled to her direction. The lake wasn't even that cold, it cooled his skin pleasantly. It was small and Seattle was experiencing the longest heat wave in years.

"Grumpy!" Meredith yelled and proceeded with a water attack, completely soaking his hair.

She shrieked and tried to escape when he lunged back after her. He pulled her wriggling form to his and kissed the living daylights out of her. His hands massaged her naked curves.

"Der, I wanna do something for you…" she whispered warmly. "Will you let me?"

"Whatever you want," he breathed out as she led him closer to the shore, where the water barely reached their knees.

She smiled up at him and lowered herself before him.

"Meri?" he gulped watching her mouth getting closer and closer to his penis. He would lie if he said that idea never crossed his mind. He would never asked her to do that though. And now she was offering to do a blowjob for him of her own free will… He just died and went to heaven… Nope, that couldn't be heaven with the amount of sinful fantasies he had with him and Meredith playing lead roles.

"You're okay?" she asked quietly and her breath fanned his sensitive hardness.

"Uhm, yeah…" he breathed out.

"Good," she grinned and braced herself against his thighs.

Mesmerized, he watched down her pink tongue tilt out of her mouth and cautiously touch his velvety head.

She lapped at the engorged tip with curiosity. The precum was already glistening out. She heard many stories but she decided with relief that it didn't taste that bad at all. She licked his swollen length slowly, from the tip to the base. She smiled with satisfaction when she heard him moan. She chanced a peek at his face. It was a mask of concentration, just like every time he tried to hold off his release. He didn't need to try so hard this time thought, it was all about his pleasure.

Becoming a little more bolder, she took him into her mouth. His thighs trembled under her hands as she sucked on his head. She embraced him a little deeper but it was all it took for him to let out a growl and start twitching against her tongue, shooting his seed into her throat. She coughed a little, unable to swallow everything.

"You okay?" she giggled licking him clean.

"Oh, yeah," he managed to breathe out. "You're 'mazing…."

She grasped his hand and led him back into the deeper water. "Come on… another first time for us…"

"Another?"

"We've never done it in the water, have we?" she asked hooking her arms around his neck, pressing their naked bodies flush.

"No, we haven't." She was weightless against him as she hooked her legs around his waist, even more than usual, carried by the water.

"We could name it the lake of first times," she giggled, biting her lip.

"And you call me cheesy," he mumbled and got lost in a kiss.

This was their land of first times though, always would be.

END OF FLASHBACK

THE GEEK AND THE REBEL

"I hope no one will notice we never arrived to our hotel," giggled Meredith getting out of the car. The air was balmy and warm on the bare skin of her arms, carrying the serene freshness of the falling darkness after a hot day.

"Meri," he chuckled as he pulled out a basket and locked the car. "I doubt anyone would be willing to check up on us tonight…"

She reciprocated his mischievous smile and intertwined her hand with his as they followed the path they knew by heart but which they hadn't revisited for years.

"And… my shoes are ruined," she smiled as her sandals were being defeated by the tall damp grass. She briefly wondered if she wouldn't be better off barefoot but that would be just a tad uncomfortable. She held up her dress high around her thighs not to completely destroy it as well.

"I can carry you," he offered glancing at her in the growing obscurity.

"They're just shoes," she shrugged.

"No, in fact, it is my right and obligation as a husband to carry you," he argued with an amused note in his voice.

"Derek- No!" she squealed as he lifted her up into his arms effortlessly, the basket hooked around his elbow.

They became breathlessly silent as they gazed down upon the splendid panorama starting at the foot of the cliff. They saw it so many times but it never failed to take their breath away all over again. Seattle was slowly brightening up with hundreds of lights being lit. The sky over their heads was intensely indigo slowly transforming into black while the horizon was still pale bluish and pinkish.

He delicately let her down to her feet with a throaty whisper, "We're finally home, love."

She trembled at the raw quality of his voice. "We are."

He placed the basket on the ground and pulled a simple blanket spreading it over the grass to their hilarity, in the exact same spot they became united in the physical act of love for the first time. They shook of their shoes as the edge and stood in the middle of the blanket holding their hands.

"I'm kinda nervous…" she smiled up at him.

"Me too," he whispered closing the distance between them. He caught her lips in a lingering kiss, massaging the cavern of her mouth meticulously.

However, just as she let go of his hands to bring them around his neck, he dropped to his knees before her. She intended to follow him onto the blanket but he stopped her with a gentle shake of his head and his palms steadying her legs.

"Wait. I want to pleasure you…"

"Der," she sighed at him simply. "If this is about the remorse thing, please, stop-"

"It's not. Or not only," he looked up at her fiercely. "It's about me wanting to give pleasure to my beloved wife. And you promised me the keepsake garter, didn't you?"

A warm smile spilled over her features. She nodded, her breathing getting quicker as she braced herself against his shoulders. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said before planting kisses to both of her knees. His outstretched palms massaged with apparent laziness the sides and the back of her calves, knees and thighs. His fingers went higher hitching her dress to her second garter. Blood coursed faster in his body at the deliciously arousing sight. He lunged at the lacy material with his teeth but he barely dragged it to her knee when he decided using his hands would simply be easier. He already passed the test during the reception. He pulled it away gently lifting her foot and tossed it somewhere on the blanket.

His hands once again climbed up her thighs this time to hook his fingers under the line of her panties.

Her palms kneaded his shoulders as she waited with bated breath for him to eliminate the last barrier.

He toyed with the with lacy lingerie for a seconds before sending it after the garter with a wide grin.

"You're laughing…" she commented with a smile.

"It's just… you wore black for the first time…" he muttered, ever so slowly rolling her dress higher.

"Are you insinuating I'm too much of fallen woman to wear white on my wedding day?" she stuck her tongue at him.

"Are you insinuating you want… my tongue?"

She shivered as in this exact moment he swiftly exposed her most intimate place to his hungry gaze.

"Not insinuating," she swallowed hard. "Telling you…"

"Yes, dear," he smirked, rubbed enticing circles around her knee and unexpectedly bent it, placing her leg on his shoulder.

"Ah," she gasped slightly as she vacillated forwards, almost crashing against his face.

He didn't waste time as the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. With his tongue, he teased her folds which were already coated with the essence of her need for him, sliding with ease against her seam.

She let out a soft outcry, at the temperature contrast on the most sensitive part of her body. When Derek hitched her dress and removed her underwear, cooler air hit her damp lips while now his hot meticulous tongue was working past them slowly, torturously slowly, tilting inside.

A wild shudder shook her frame when he momentarily brushed against her swollen clit. Seemingly unintentionally, as he continued to tease her avoiding the burning spot again. Nothing about his ministrations was unintentional though, every tiny movement was aimed at building the pleasure inside her so it would explode with a staggering intensity. He wanted to make up for their last unfortunate… well, intercourse. This time he wanted to make love to her, make her feel loved. He knew it. He was also sure she knew it. That was just how he was. That didn't mean he wasn't going to take his own pleasure out of this. His pants were already getting way too tight.

"Derek…" she moaned, her fingers squeezing over the material of his jacket impatiently. "I need… I want…"

"I know," he said against her, making her tremble. He purposefully pressed his tongue against her engorged nub and proceeded to caress it with firm strokes, only to suck on it.

"Der…" Her breathing got even more labored, her fingers blindly went to tug at raven locks in anticipation as she tried to pin his head even closer to her opening.

He strengthened his grip on her leg with one arm while reaching up with his right hand. She groaned with protest when he took his lips from her clit but was rewarded with his finger pushing gently inside her.

"Oh, God…" she gasped. She was one fire and she needed to crash and burn. "More…"

Granting her wishes he added his middle finger, making his movements faster and harder in her slick heat.

With a growl and the last remains of her rationale, she managed to pull up her leg so her foot instead of her thigh rested against his shoulder.

"Der, please…"

Hearing the desperation in her shaky voice, he decided not to prolong her torture. It was torture for him as well. He was hot, his jacket had to land already somewhere in a crumpled heap. His erection was already rock hard and he didn't exactly want a repeat of their first time. Not tonight. He put his lips to suck on her clit even harder while his fingers plundered her tight channel. It wasn't long before ripples of orgasm took over her body making her clamp around his fingers and flood his tongue. She trembled in ecstasy supported by his strong frame as he carefully licked her clean.

She collapsed onto him inertly and he finally let her slide down to his level, observing her with adoration. He loved to watch her come, it was even past a simple turn-on for him. He experienced happiness watching her happy. Like now. She was clinging to him, still shaky after her orgasm. Her eyes were hooded, her lips slightly parted to catch her breath. Her skin was all flushed and covered with a sheen of sweat.

She smiled looking up into his eyes. "I should return the favor…"

"Later."

"I fully enjoyed your attention," she argued with a smile. "I want you to-"

"I enjoyed it too," he assured her. "And I'll be ecstatic to enjoy you giving me your attention but not now," he smiled at her dreamily in the way that always made her drown in his eyes, "I think now it's the moment to consummate our marriage…"

She giggled, pressing her mouth to his, tasting herself in their kiss. "You're right. The whole wedding's kinda invalid if you don't do the husband thing."

"The husband thing?" he chuckled as his hands trailed all over her torso searching for a clue how to get rid of the dress.

"Yeah, it's when you take me as your wife."

"I thought I've already had," he quipped engaging her in another scorching kiss that left them both breathless and tingling with anticipation.

"Take me, take me, Derek…" she rattled off busying herself with unbuttoning his shirt.

THE GEEK AND THE REBEL

Derek's shirt lay forgotten on the opposite end of the blanket while Meredith's hands explored his chest bit by bit, the clear-cut definition of his muscles, the trail of black hair pointing downward under his belt. His ribcage kept shrinking and expanding rapidly as her fingertips followed the ridges between the muscles of his six-pack. She felt the wetness flooding her core as she watched his unrestrained reaction to her touch. They would never get tired of this, the fire would never be extinguished.

His hands traced circles on her waist as they knelt on the blanket, kissing sweetly until breathlessness. He craved to see her, all of her, it was a desire similar to the one he had while undressing her for the very first time.

He could feel her smooth body underneath the thin layers of the dress as he massaged her sides from her thighs to her breasts using more and more pressure. The fact that she was already pantyless seemed to arouse him even more.

He groped around her in search for the zip sighing with frustration. It seemed to be seamless. He was half decided to just pull it up when she grabbed his fingers and moved them behind her to the hidden closing on her small bodice. It parted when he tugged at the zipper, his outstretched palm covering the exposed skin at once. She didn't wear a bra, other than the one sewn in the dress. He pulled away slightly to take it over her head.

"Be gentle," she asked him. "I want to keep it."

He nodded and swallowed as the whole of her angelic body was being slowly uncovered to his eyes. Her perfect thighs, the apex of her thighs, the widening of her hips and her slim abdomen, the flawless roundness of her breasts with her pert nipples and her gorgeous face with her now ruffled hair. Just as he promised he delicately deposited the gown away and returned to cradle her into his arms, his eyes glazed with desire. She was such a perfection. His lungs barely managed to pump oxygen into his blood flow as her feminine softness clashed with his hard built.

Every little detail about her inflamed both his heart and body. The way her unblemished skin glowed in the moonlight, the warmth with which she leaned into him, the way she tried to remove the lily that was pinned to her hair behind her ear and got crooked when he shed her dress.

Ever so gently he pushed her backwards onto the blanket. It took him a second to discard his pants and boxers and join her down. With a smile, he took the flower from her hand and inhaled its scent. It still carried the smell of lily but it was now distinctly infiltrated with her aroma of lavender.

He rested his weight against her and brushed her temple with the lily. His lips followed immediately. She blinked, a smile playing on her features, as the soft petals teased her nose, moving to her lips, jaw line up to her ear and down her neck, his hot mouth faithfully covering the tracks.

"Whatcha doing…" she breathed out spastically, her toes curled as her inner muscles squeezed in anticipation.

"Loving you," he murmured against her pulse point which was now jumping madly.

"Torture... ing… me…" she choked as the flower moved over her clavicle into the valley between her breasts. The chain of her pendant meandered over her upper ribs like a river.

"Myself too," he assured her and pressed his hardness into her leg as the proof of his raging desire. His tongue licked a path between her heaving globes until the end of her sternum, his evening stubble sending shivers over her body.

Her fingers that tried to grasp the edge of the blanket over her head went to his head and neck, coming his overgrown black ink curls, spurring him to continue. He intended to lavish her perfect mounds with much more attention. The lily went a winding path around it to the top pressing against the engorged crimson nipple, his tongue mimicking the movements onto its neighbor to suckle and bite on the sensitive tip.

"Derek," she moaned his name sensuously, arching up into him, begging him to take her whole. Her leg went around his instinctively, trying to get her womanhood as close to his cock as possible.

"Not… that… fast…" he muttered even though the world around was getting really hazy with the overpowering lust that seemed to replace blood in his organism. He wanted to enter her heat, bury deep within her, spent the erotic energy against her sex… But he needed to give her pleasure first, make her see stars, not only those that were beginning to twinkle over them. His primal instincts needed to wait.

Meanwhile the oh so pure lily resumed its journey down her body, Derek's mouth hot on its trail, making circles around and into her belly button. Wild outcries of want tore from her throat as the white petals arrived to her pubic bone and delved parting her moist lips. He teased her fat nub mercilessly until she was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Oh, good Lord…" she moaned throatily trying to look at him though her universe was shaking with need. For him. For her husband. Her Derek. Her love. For his love and passion to fill her whole.

He decided it was time to let go the white lily that was not so innocent any longer and sank fully against his wife's frame that was shivering blindly just as he was. She spread herself as far open as she could for him on instinct while her hands went around his neck once more.

One of his arms rested against the blanket propping himself up while his right hand cradled her head. Their chests crashed against each other as their hearts hammered madly. Their eyes locked hypnotically when he started to slide in, slowly, inch by inch. They both gasped when she clenched involuntarily around him. Finally, they were one again, joined into one being, just as they belonged. One heart, one mind, one body connected in the most intimate of ways.

"Meri…" he moaned and flexed his hips away breaking the silent moment of reverence. They needed to burn alive.

"Oh, yes…" she screamed as he thrust back into her tight channel. "Harder… deeper… need to feel you…"

He first wanted to be gentle and delicate but they were both past that. Their need reached the level of desperation. They had to brand each other again, to feel each other again.

His pushes gained on intensity while she managed to hitch her legs up higher, the heels of her feet digging into his taut butt. They gave and took everything they had until they both exploded in sync. Her world burst in flames before her unseeing eyes, the unbridled pleasure crashing against her. The only thing she was aware of was Derek, going with her through their inferno of ecstasy, filling her with his hot seed to the brink.

They stayed connected for a long while, continuously trembling with the aftershocks. It was without a doubt one of the most intense orgasms they experienced, one that left them blissfully inert and boneless.

"I love you," he whispered shakily near her face.

"I love you too," she managed to breath out before falling into a lethargic rest.

THE GEEK AND THE REBEL

They lay in a perfect snuggle with their arms draped over each other's waists, not an inch of their bodies untouched. Full smiles stretched their lips as their hearts pounded in their chests.

"It think it might be the time for champagne," proposed Derek, his tongue reentering her mouth unhurriedly. "A toast…"

"Hurry up," she sighed contently. "I don't like to be away from you…"

He smiled planting a kiss into her nose and reached for the basket to retrieve the bottle of champagne.

"Wow…" she sat up and marveled at the view of Seattle reappearing in her line of vision. A sea of light spread at their feet. "It never fails to take my breath away."

"Just like you," he remarked.

She turned to look at him and once again she encountered problems with breathing. He was glorious in his male nudity. A shiver of desire passed down her spine.

"Are you cold?" he asked protectively, noting the way the goose bumps erupted on her skin and her nipples hardened. He moved to perch behind her, his legs around her, as they peered over their city.

"Not really," she giggled, nuzzling and wiggling her back against his chest.

"Here," he handed her her flute of the golden liquid, his other hand sneaking around her abdomen lazily.

"To us," she whispered clinking her glass against his.

"To us," he repeated and took a sip. A drop of champagne slid down his glass and landed on Meredith's shoulder, making her shudder at the unexpected stimuli. "Sorry," he muttered and leaned to kiss the cold alcohol away from her skin. It didn't come as a surprise to him that once his lips touched her milky skin, they didn't want to part.

"Mhm," she hummed arching against him and laying her head on his shoulder while he feasted on her neck, nibbled on her earlobe, licked little circles over her pulse point, bit her skin in a way that would surely leave distinct hickeys…

Her free arm went behind to plunge her hand into his rich hair, making it more wild than it was before.

She quickly downed the rest of champagne and tossed her glass away so they wouldn't crush it in the throes by accident. She grinned hazily as she felt the champagne going to her head, heightening her arousal. She squirmed against his crotch feeling the wetness seep out of her again.

He didn't waste time to swallow the remaining contents of his glass and fling it away by her example. He needed both of his hands free to cup her full breasts. He started with a slow gentle massage but she pressed her own palms over his, letting him know she wanted more pressure, more fire.

She moaned when he obeyed her command, kneading her glorious mounds, squeezing them, toying with her nipples while his cock got harder and harder against her ass. She bent forward rubbing against his palms, propping herself against his parted thighs.

Her unrestrained moan tore the silence of the night as the tip of his hard length slid along her damp opening.

"Der… now…" she groaned, her hand going back to his head for leverage against him. He gripped her hips to impale her on him. She buckled against him, desperate to achieve more friction.

He scooted up to sit on his legs to get into a more advantageous position. He thrust up into her, brining her down on his manhood, his palm blindly rubbing her belly, her breasts, her clit as his teeth grazed her neck.

The lights of Seattle danced before their eyes as they made love in a dazed trance only to be overcome by the sweet delight of their release once again.

THE GEEK AND THE REBEL

When they opened their eyes for the next time, the sky was getting navy blue again.

"We fell asleep," Derek stated quietly with a yawn. Everything around them was silent and listless with that eerie stillness just before the dawn.

"We were tired," she giggled sweetly, stretching against him under his jacket that was draped over their torsos, their legs bare.

It wasn't their longest night of lovemaking but it was certainly equally intense, both physically and emotionally, and it left them deliciously tired and achy, as well as damp with dew. They had never actually fallen asleep in their secret spot before. Another first time.

"We were," he agreed beaming at her with his half-hooded eyes. "We were busy last night."

"It was wonderful, Der…" she whispered planting a kiss to his chest.

"It was incredible," he sighed and stared up over their heads. The stars, including the mischievous one that always seemed to peep on them, were fading.

"I know what you're thinking," she said quietly as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"I know that you know," he turned his head sideways to face her. "I'm sorry."

"You wouldn't be you if you if it wasn't going through your head," she sent him a tender smile. "It's probably one of the reasons I love you."

"Probably?"

"Well, a lifetime would be too short if I wanted to enumerate all the things I love about you. You were pretty amazing since the beginning." She caressed his scalp, playing with an unruly lock on his forehead. The current state of his head resembled his bad hair school times.

"And then I turned asshole and hurt you," he stated, no mercy for himself.

"Temporarily," she shrugged. "You learned your lesson. You're not going to do that again."

"You believe in me so much," he whispered gathering her in a tighter embrace.

"I know you. Even when you forget who you are. I always know."

"I'll do anything to prove you're not mistaken," he assured fiercely. "The past weeks were agony."

"And now?"

"Now it's heaven," he breathed out leaning for a slow tender kiss. "Remember what I promised you here?"

"Hm, let me think… You promised me lots of things. A cheesecake, a movie night, a screaming orgasm…"

"A house," he grinned. "When we are fancy neurosurgeons coveted by all hospitals in the country, we're going to buy this land and build a house. For us… and our children."

"I like that," she smiled from side to side. "Meanwhile, more heaven…"

"More heaven," he agreed, meshing their bodies in the first rays of the rising sun.

A/N Please don't hesitate to leave me a word of comment. This was the very last chapter of the story. Only epilogue to follow.

Love,

Em