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Okay, I've had some questions as to how long this story is going to go on. I was planning on making it go a little longer, at least through the end of med school, but I know it's getting long already. I really had no intention of bringing it this far, so if people think it's getting too drawn out and the end should be near, please let me know. I have some rough ideas for other fics, but I could also carry this one out a little longer, probably until summer. So...let me know what you think. Thanks so much for all the support. You guys are really amazing :)

"Derbear!" Meredith giggled loudly as she saw her husband approaching her from across the room. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Derek laughed as he reached out to steady her. "I ran back to our apartment," he said softly. "Nathan needed some more scotch."

"Oh," Meredith said. "Is there more tequila?"

"I think that's the last thing you need," Derek laughed as she stumbled into his arms.

"I'm not drunk," Meredith shook her head. "It's just these stupid heels. Why did you make me wear them?"

"Mer, you know better than anyone that I can't make you do anything," Derek said, guiding her to sit down on a barstool. "You wanted to wear them because it's New Year's eve."

"Oh," Meredith said, scrunching her nose as she tried to remember getting dressed. "I have a question."

"Shoot," Derek said, reaching to take the heels she had taken off and was holding out to him.

"Don't say that," Meredith shook her head. "Cause you were shot and it was scary. So don't say that."

"Sorry," Derek said, trying to hold back his laughter. "Ask away."

"That's better," Meredith nodded. "Why aren't we outside?"

"Because it's January?" Derek suggested. "And it's below zero outside."

"But it's New Year's," Meredith sighed. "And we're in New York City. We should be at the Rocking Clarking…whatever thing."

"I think it's a little late for that," Derek said. "We'll go next year if you want."

Meredith sighed as she looked at the people filling Beth and Nathan's apartment. "I don't know any of these people," she whispered loudly.

"I know," Derek sighed. "I think the point was so you would get to know them. That's why they invited us."

"Oh," Meredith said. "Derek?"

"Yes?"

"You're really hot."

"Oh," Derek laughed. "I know."

"You're like…really hot," Meredith continued. "And dreamy. Like before we were even dating and Addison and I called you McDreamy. Did I ever tell you about that? You're McDreamy and Mark's McSteamy?"

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you think Mark is steamy," Derek said.

"Meredith!" Beth's giggled carried over their conversation as she made her way over to them. "It's almost time."

"Time for what?"

"The ball to drop," Beth rolled her eyes. "And we get more champagne."

Meredith rolled her eyes. "Not me," she said. "Derek thinks I'm drunk." She motioned for Beth to come closer and whispered, "I think he's the drunk one."

Derek bit back a laugh as Beth examined him closely. She was obviously enjoying the alcohol just as much as his wife was. "Our husbands used to be fun," Beth stated.

"What, we're not fun anymore?" Nathan laughed as he handed Derek a beer. "I think I'm offended."

"Derek's still fun," Meredith supplied. "We went sledding at Christmas. And then I pelted him with a snowball. That was fun."

"Thanks Mer," Derek laughed. "I'm glad you think beating me up is fun."

"You're fun at other things too," she nodded. "Like the time I tried to make cookies and we had a fight with the dough you said was too salty. Or when you called me Dr. Shepherd the time we had sex on the ferryboat. That was fun."

"Okay," Derek laughed. "Mer, when you're sober and find out how much people know about our sex life, you're going to find a way to blame me, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop."

Meredith sighed dejectedly. "Fine," she said. She looked around the room for a moment, then turned to Nathan. "When's the ball thing drop?"

"Ten minutes," Nathan replied, glancing at the TV.

"Good," she nodded, turning back to Derek. "Want to have a quickie?"

"Meredith," Derek groaned, not sure how he was supposed to respond.

"Not in my kitchen," Beth said loudly. "Even though Nate and I…"

"Okay, that's enough girl talk for the night," Nathan said, clapping a hand over his wife's mouth. "Let's get the champagne. Sex can wait for later."

"You don't want me?" Meredith asked, pouting as she looked at Derek.

"Oh, Mer," Derek sighed, pulling her close so she could feel his arousal through his pants. "Of course I want you. But we're in a room full of people. And as much as I love you… I'm not an exhibitionist."

"Fine," she sighed. "But I want some cam…champy….some sparkly stuff."

"Okay," Derek laughed. "One glass won't hurt at this point."

"Good," Meredith nodded, reaching for the glass Beth was handing her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Beth giggled. She held up her glass and said, "Here's to being married."

"Even if we're married to idiots," Meredith nodded.

"I'll drink to that," Beth said.

"I won't," Derek frowned.

"You won't drink to our marriage?" Meredith frowned.

"I…" Derek trailed off, knowing that he was in trouble. "Crap."

"Crap?" Meredith asked. "Our marriage is crap?"

"No," Derek said quickly. "I love our marriage. I…would just much rather drink to my amazing, intelligent, sexy as hell wife. Because there's nothing worth toasting more than her."

"Oh," Meredith breathed, ducking her head down as she blushed, a slight giggle escaping her lips.

"Nice save," Nathan laughed.

"Happy New Year!" Meredith suddenly shouted.

Derek turned to look at the TV screen, seeing the clock read midnight as celebrations peaked in the streets. "Happy New Year, Mer," he whispered, pulling her close.

Meredith giggled as she leaned up to kiss him passionately. She leaned her entire body weight into him, causing him to smile against her lips as she wrapped a leg around his waist. "It's the new year now," she whispered against his lips.

"It is."

"So we can have sex?" Meredith asked hopefully.

"I…" Derek sighed as he looked down at her, not even trying to hide his desire for her anymore. "Yes."

"Yay!" Meredith giggled as she turned to Beth. "Derek and I have to go have sex now," she announced. "But thanks for the alcohol."

"Anytime," Beth giggled. She turned to Nathan as Meredith pulled Derek towards the door, and as they left, he could hear Beth say, "Nathan, we have to turn the music up now. Because otherwise everyone will hear them."

He shook his head, relieved that Meredith probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her this drunk, and although he wasn't a huge fan of seeing his wife drunk, he had to admit she was pretty adorable. And she tended to be even more adventurous in bed when she had some alcohol in her, which was already becoming apparent as she slammed the door to their apartment closed behind them, pushing him up against the door as he kissed her passionately. Yes, it would be a fun night indeed.

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"Oh my God," he gasped a couple hours later as Meredith collapsed on top of him, giggling softly. "Meredith…you're incredible."

She smiled coyly as she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. "You liked that?" she asked.

"Hmmm," he nodded eagerly.

"Good," she purred, reaching up to untie his hands from the headboard. As soon as they were free, his hands automatically went to her face, pulling her towards him as he kissed her passionately.

"I like when you're in charge," he whispered huskily.

"I know you do," Meredith giggled. "I like it too."

Derek sighed as he pulled her into his arms, the heat of their earlier activities starting to disappear and the cool air of the room settling down on them. "Last year was a good year," he sighed.

"What, with all the fights about med school and crazy stalkers?" Meredith asked.

"No," Derek sighed. "With the marrying you and finally starting a real life together."

"Oh," Meredith smiled as she reached for his left hand, stroking her thumb across his wedding ring before holding it up against her own, the matching rings sparkling in the dim candlelight of the room. "Yeah, that was pretty amazing."

"This year will be good too," Derek nodded confidently.

"You planning on getting married again?" Meredith giggled.

"No," Derek laughed. "Unless you want to. I'd marry you every day if you'd let me."

"Derek," she sighed. "That's corny. Corny and cheesy and stupid."

"I'm trying to be romantic," he frowned.

"You don't need to be romantic," she shook her head. "I love you, Derek. And I don't need romance. Just you."

"Well, you have me," Derek nodded. "Forever."

"I know," she smiled. "Forever and ever."

Derek sighed, his arms tightening around her. "Meredith Shepherd…you are amazing."

"I'm glad you think so," she giggled.

Derek frowned. "That's the part where you're supposed to say, 'Why thank you, Derek, you're incredible as well.'"

Meredith giggled as she leaned over him straddling his hips as her hair fell around both of their faces. "You're pretty amazing," she whispered. "But you know…I do have some fantasies of my own…"

"Oh?" Derek asked, his brain beginning to cloud again. "Like what?"

"Well, Beth left her Cosmo here the other day," Meredith whispered, rolling off of him to grab the magazine from her nightstand. "There were some very interesting positions in there."

"Hmmm," Derek sighed, reaching out to trace the creamy skin of her back. "Like what?"

"Well, we've already tried the look but don't touch," Meredith said. "And this one…this one is very interesting. It's completely and totally…new."

"Hmmm?" Derek questioned as she gently reached up to run her finger up and down his nose. "Mer…what?"

"I'm just checking to see if it's right," Meredith giggled, grinding her hips over his as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Because apparently…if I touch your nose in just the right way…it imitates the feelings in your penis."

Derek groaned as she leaned forward to lick his nose gently, arching his hips closer to her as he tried to get inside her. "Meredith…" he moaned loudly as she pulled her hips away. "Please…"

"Not yet," she shook her head, pulling back to run her finger up and down his nose again. "I guess it's true," she whispered. "And you know…I'll never complain about you having a big nose again."

"Oh my God," Derek groaned as she forcefully sank onto him, holding him in place as she kissed his nose. He let his hands move to her hips, begging her to move before he finally allowed himself to take control, flipping her onto her back and pushing deeper into her.

"Derek!" she screamed. As he pinned her hands above her head.

"You want to play dirty?" he asked, a smirk on his face as he reached down to hook one of her legs over his shoulder. "I can play dirty."

Meredith swallowed hard as she looked up at him, wondering if she'd even see his eyes this dark with desire. Her still slightly drunk brain became completely cloudy as her husband pounded himself into her, forcing her to repeat his name over and over as he drove her quickly over the edge. He came with her only moments later, collapsing on top of her as he rested his head in between her breasts, his breath soft against her hot skin.

"Wow," she whispered, reaching a shaky hand to run through his sweaty hair.

"Hmmm," Derek nodded against her skin.

"Who knew that your weird nose means you have an amazing penis," Meredith giggled. "All these years I've been making fun of it…"

"Yes, I'm sure there's a direct correlation," Derek rolled his eyes. He shifted so he was no longer laying on top of her, but kept his head on her chest, gently tracing invisible patterns on her stomach. "God, I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered. "Happy New Year."