"Derek," Meredith breathed as they walked into the hotel late that night. "This place is….really nice."
"I know," he smiled as he led her towards the check in desk. "Come on."
"But…" Meredith frowned, looking around the white marble and golden chandeliers of the lobby with wide eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Mer," Derek laughed. "It's fine."
"Welcome to the Merrion Hotel," the man behind the counter smiled as he spoke with the famous Irish accent. "What's the name?"
"Shepherd," Derek smiled.
"Ah, yes," the man smiled. "You will be in room 374. Here are your keys, and of course, if you have any problems, please let us know."
"Thanks," Derek said with a smile. "Come on, Mer."
Meredith followed him towards the golden elevators, her eyes wide as the bellboy wheeled their suitcases onto the elevator with them. "Derek," she whispered, pulling his head down to hers. "This is way too much."
Derek smiled as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I want to spoil you, Mer," he said. "I'm going to be an intern soon, and I won't be able to give you as much attention as I want to. I hate that, so I'm getting as much time in as I can now."
Meredith smiled softly. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes darting over to the bellboy before they returned to Derek. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Derek smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips.
The doors slid open and the bellboy led them to their room, nodding to them as he set their bags beside the door in their room. "Enjoy your stay Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd," he said as Derek offered him a tip.
"Oh," Meredith swallowed hard as she looked down at her feet.
"Thank you," Derek smiled as he closed the door behind the bellboy and turned to Meredith. "Mer, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for them to think that we're…" he was interrupted by the feeling of her lips on his, her body pressing tightly against his as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Oh."
"I missed you," Meredith whispered against his lips, pulling him towards the king size bed.
"I missed you too," he murmured.
"And now…we're in a fancy hotel," Meredith whispered, pressing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. "In Europe."
"We are," Derek smiled. "And I was promised make up sex."
"Really…amazing make up sex," Meredith breathed, her hands moving under his shirt.
"Definitely," Derek whispered, rolling her onto her back. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Meredith breathed, threading her fingers through his hair.
"Hmmm," Derek sighed, pulling her sweater over her head and moving to trail his tongue around the line of her bra.
"Derek," she gasped, arching her back into his touch.
"You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispered.
"I…" Meredith's eyes fell closed as he unhooked her bra in one easy motion, leaving her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.
He leaned down to suck eagerly on her nipple, smiling slightly as he felt her skin begin to heat beneath his hands. "Mer," he sighed as he trailed kisses down her abdomen to her belly button. "God, I love you."
"Derek," she breathed, sitting up slowly. "You…too many clothes."
He smiled slightly as he reached for the button on her jeans. "I'll be naked," he promised. "But first…first I need to show you how sorry I am."
"But…sex," Meredith panted as he slid her jeans and underwear off her legs.
"This is sex," he smiled as he pressed his lips against hers quickly before he leaned back to admire her naked body as she trembled on the bed. "Hmmm."
"Derek," she moaned. "Please…"
"Oh, yes," Derek breathed, watching as she moved a hand down to her wet folds. "Yes."
"Derek, please," she breathed. "I need you."
Derek smiled slyly as he watched her fingers move over herself. "Did you take care of yourself?" he breathed. "Did you pretend it was me?"
"Yes," she whimpered, her eyes falling closed. "I made myself come and I pretended it was your hard, huge cock inside of me."
"And you called out for me," Derek breathed huskily. "Just like you're going to do now."
"Yes," Meredith moaned, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "Derek, please. I don't want my fingers. I want you."
"Hmmm," Derek smiled, pulling his shirt over his head before he leaned forward to kiss her gently. "No torture right now."
Meredith swallowed hard, breathing heavily in anticipation as Derek slid out of his pants, his erection ready and calling for her. She smiled slyly as she felt her body begin to tremble in anticipation of having him inside of her. It had been far too long since she'd been completely satisfied.
With a sly grin, she moved to her knees to sit in front of where Derek stood at the end of the bed, trailing her fingertips over his length. "I've missed you too," she purred.
"Meredith," Derek moaned, pushing her back onto the bed as he fell on top of her. "Are you…pill?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I want to feel you, Derek. No condom, I don't want anything in between us."
"Good," he nodded, kissing her deeply as he shifted his hips to thrust deeply into her.
"Oh," Meredith breathed, tightening her muscles around him for a moment, not letting him move.
"Meredith," he breathed, letting his head fall to her shoulder as they stayed like that for several moments, completely as one as they adjusted to the feeling of being together again.
"Derek," she whispered after a moment, releasing him. "Fuck me, please."
"No," Derek shook his head, his breathing labored. "Make…make up sex. I'm going to make love to you."
"Oh," Meredith breathed, her brain starting to go blank as he moved out of her and slowly back in, his hands roaming all over her body.
"Later," Derek promised as he reached for her hands, pinning them over her head as he continued to moved gently in and out of her.
"Derek," she moaned, tears springing to her eyes as she finally felt complete again. "God, Derek, I love you so much."
"I love you too," he whispered, his lips moving to her neck, going as deep inside of her as he possibly could.
"Derek," Meredith cried as she felt her muscles begin to tighten around him. "Oh…."
Her orgasm washed over her in a soft wave that made her tremble violently underneath him, her hands releasing his to trail gently over his back.
"Meredith," he grunted as he shoved himself into her a few more times, finally releasing into her as a long loud moan escaped from his lips.
Meredith swallowed hard as he rested his head on her chest, snuggling into her. "Don't move," she whispered, his penis still nestled deep inside of her. "Please, I need."
"No moving," Derek whispered, his breath coming out in a soft pant against her neck.
"Good," she sighed, a hand moving to his hair as the other continued to trace invisible drawings on his back.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Derek."
"I don't think I'm ever going to stop saying that," he sighed.
"Good," Meredith giggled slightly.
They were silent for a few moments before the sound of Meredith's stomach growling loudly caused them both to laugh.
"Hungry, Mer?" Derek asked as he slid off of her and reached for the room service menu.
"Okay, my body's all messed up because of the time change," Meredith defended, snapping the menu out of his hands. "And sex makes me hungry."
"I remember," Derek laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Order whatever you want."
Meredith looked down at the menu for a moment before she closed it and looked at him closely.
"What?" he asked, suddenly uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze.
"I'm not sure how to say this without offending you," Meredith admitted quietly.
Derek frowned. "Just say it, Mer," he said. "You won't offend me."
"Your family….you're not rich," Meredith said. "You're not poor or anything, I know that, but your parents have five kids and two sons in law and grandchildren, so…that's a lot of people to take care of. You're not poor, I know that, but you're not rich, so…"
"You're wondering why we're here," Derek nodded slightly. "My grandfather was a very rich man. He really made a name for himself when he came over from Ireland, started an Irish pub in Boston that's still in business today, I think. But when my mom wanted to marry my dad, who was a poor musician at the time, he was not happy. He refused to give my parents any money, but he set up college funds for all of us when we were born. That's how we've been able to afford med school for four of us, and probably Caitie too. But I got full academic scholarships to both college and med school, and with the interest that's collected on my college fund over the past twenty five years…it's more than enough to spoil you in Europe for a couple months."
"Oh," Meredith nodded, reaching for his hand. "I love it, Derek, I really do. This room…it's amazing. But you know that you don't need fancy stuff to win me over, right? I love you. You, Derek, not the fact that you can spend lots of money on me."
"I know," he nodded. "But the money just came into my name since I graduated, and I want to spoil you. So let me."
"Okay," Meredith giggled, leaning back into the pillows. "I want a cheeseburger."
"Oh, Mer," Derek laughed as he reached for the phone.
"What?" she frowned.
"Only you would want to eat a cheeseburger at one in the morning at the fanciest hotel in Ireland," Derek laughed. "But I love you for it."
"It's five at home," Meredith protested. "Dinner time."
"Right," Derek nodded, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose as he spoke gently into the phone for a few minutes. "Half an hour."
"Good," Meredith giggled, scurrying off the bed. "That gives me time to explore."
"Oh, I can think of something else we can do in a half hour," Derek laughed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back onto the bed.
"Really?" Meredith asked. "What would that me?"
"I want you to scream my name," Derek growled, pulling her underneath him again.
"Oh," Meredith breathed. "Dirty make up sex."
"Exactly," Derek nodded, kissing her hard.
"I want it hard," she purred, arching her hips into his. "I need it hard and fast."
"You want me to fuck you hard?" Derek asked, rubbing his length along her thigh.
"Yes," Meredith breathed. "Make it hurt, Derek. I dare you."
"Oh, you're such a bad girl," Derek whispered as he thrust hard into her. "You're a dirty, dirty, bad girl."
"Derek!" she screamed as she felt him fill her completely. "Oh God…"
"You like that?" Derek asked as he pounded into her again.
"Yes!" Meredith cried. "God, Derek, you're so big. So hard and big."
"Keep talking," Derek grunted into her ear as he pushed himself into her as far as he could go, causing her to thrash beneath him. "Tell me what you feel."
"Derek!" she screamed again as he arched her hips forward, sliding a pillow underneath her as he made contact with her g-spot. "Right there, yes. Oh my god!"
"Meredith," he breathed in her ear, an animalistic groan escaping from his lips. "Oh, yes."
"Derek," she panted, feeling her orgasm wrack her body as another one built. He was the only one who had ever been able to do this to her, make her start another orgasm before the previous one had finished. "Derek."
"Tell me you love me," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips as he stilled inside of her.
"I love you," she breathed, completely at his mercy as he began to pound into her again, faster than before. "I love you, Derek."
Derek only grunted in response as he thrust himself hard into her, the head of his penis repeatedly making contact with her cervix as he felt her moist walls continue to tremble around him.
"Please," she groaned, her hands moving to his back, her fingernails digging into his skin.
"Meredith!" he shouted her name as his body began to shake.
"Yes!" Meredith screamed as he pounded into her as deep as he could, her legs tightening around him as she dug her nails into his skin. "Derek!"
"Oh, Mer," he groaned as he released into her, his breathing shaky as he pulled her into his arms.
"Oh my God," Meredith panted, a shaky hand moving into his hair. "Derek…"
"That was…"
"The best sex ever."
"Definitely," Derek agreed.
"You've learned some new stuff," Meredith giggled. "You sure you didn't practice?"
"I'm sure," Derek rolled his eyes. "I share a wall with Mark Sloan. I spent many a night in my room wishing you were with me so we could show him up."
"So now you have a thing for dirty talk?" Meredith whispered.
"You have a problem with dirty talk?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Definitely not," Meredith smiled slyly. "It's very hot."
"Good," Derek said, running his hands over her hips. "You okay?"
"I'm perfect," she sighed.
"You're going to have bruises," he frowned.
"And your back's bleeding," Meredith sighed. "I suppose hot sex has its price."
"It does," Derek smiled, pressing his lips softly against the bruises on her hips. "I'll make it up to you."
"I fully expect to put that swimming pool they call a bathtub to good use," Meredith smiled as there was a knock at the door. "Go get me my food."
"Going," Derek smiled, kissing her quickly as he pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt.
Meredith sighed as she settled back into the pillows, a pleasant ache already starting to take over her body. She couldn't believe that they were actually here, that they had just had the hottest sex of her life and she finally felt complete again. Derek was back, and she'd never felt happier.