Well, I was feeling a little concerned that there aren't a lot of reviews for this story, which I consider to be a happy place after the traumatic season finale...and yet, the reviews that have been posted have been enthusiastic. So I can only hope that the story is entertaining a few others as well...or what would be the point of continuing? I'll see how it goes for the next few chapters, at any rate. Please be sure to let me know if you like it...I do like the feedback, seriously!

Now this chapter was inspired by the infamous pink pillow scene...with both Izzie and Alex knocking on the door of Mer's bedroom, finding Derek holding the pink pillow in front of him...a little different in this version obviously, but I hope you enjoy it...

Chapter Eight - Nice Pillow…

Meredith stretched languidly, looking over at Derek still sleeping beside her. They were at her place, and it was just after dark. He had surprised her by picking her up at the hospital at the end of her shift, and they had spent a very satisfying time in bed. Her body still felt sated in very delicious ways. He certainly knew how to make her feel good, in ways she never imagined before.

"Hey sleepy..." she whispered, and he lifted his head from the pillow to give her a smile. Her bed wasn't as big as his, and he was taking up more space than she was accustomed to sharing. But it felt good, in a way, to have someone there. "I'm going to get something for a snack..." she told him, wiggling out of his reach.

"Hmm...does this involve chocolate again?"

"No, smartass...I think there's fruit and cheese, and maybe even some wine in the fridge..." she smirked, grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed. "You just stay here."

"Good...I have no energy at the moment to go anywhere," he grinned, watching her walk away, before rolling onto his back, his hands behind his head.

Meredith disappeared, closing the door behind her. He closed his eyes, relishing the way he felt comfortable here with her. The bedroom was feminine, but not overly so, and he couldn't picture her anywhere else. He sat up, and got to his feet, wandering around the room for a moment, looking at the pictures along the wall.

Suddenly, the door opened, and he glanced over his shoulder, thinking Meredith was back already.

"Meredith...! D'you have a minute...?"

Derek grabbed one of the large pink pillows from the window seat, holding it front of him, as he turned to face the woman at the door. "Meredith's not here..."

"Oh...god, I'm sorry..." The woman clapped her hand over her mouth, backing away. "Um...you must be Derek..."

"Meredith…" Another woman poked her head past Izzie, "…I brought the tequila…oh…crap…"

Derek rolled his eyes. "Ladies, forgive me for not shaking hands..." he shrugged, keeping the pillow over his abdomen. "And you are...?"

"Oh...I'm Izzie...I live here, I mean I'm her roommate..." she said, trying not to stare at him.

"I'm Cristina, we've met at Joe's, remember? Just visiting..."

Derek nodded. "Nice to see you again, Dr. Yang."

"Oh, hell…just call me Cristina…"

"We should...just go...sorry to barge in, but I wasn't expecting you to be here..." Izzie stuttered, trying not to stare at him.

"Meredith's in the kitchen," he told them both, beginning to feel slightly ridiculous, but trying to maintain his composure.

"Good, we'll just go find her there..." Izzie nodded, her eyes flicking to the pillow and back to his face. "Nice...to meet you…"

"See you..." Cristina smirked, backing away as well.

The door closed behind them, and Derek shook his head, listening to the rush of feminine laughter on the other side. Obviously, he'd been living on his own for enough time to forget what this was like...the whole roommate thing reminded him of college. He made a move to retrieve his pants from the floor when the door opened again, and he straightened, keeping the pillow against him. This time the intruder was male, tall and well built. A t-shirt was stretched across his chest, emphasizing his impressive pecs.

"Hey Iz…?"

"Wrong…she just left to look for Meredith in the kitchen," Derek offered, narrowing his eyes.

"Sorry, man…thought she was here. I'm Mark…Izzie's boyfriend."

Derek nodded. "Derek…"

"Ah, the infamous lawyer…nice pillow," Mark smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "The color suits you."

"I didn't have much choice," Derek grumbled. "Hey, is it always like this around here?"

"Like what?"

"Everyone popping in without knocking…?"

Mark folded his arms over his chest, staying put in the doorway. "It is kind of crazy, but if you hang around here long enough, you get used to it. You may want to keep your pants on if you're not in bed, though…"

"Good point – I'll keep that in mind."

"Hey, Mark," Meredith commented, sneaking past him with a tray in her hands. "Izzie's in the kitchen. Cris is here too, with tequila."

"Thanks. I'll leave you two alone. Nice meeting you, Derek."

"You too."

Meredith giggled at the sight of Derek holding the large pillow against him. "I'm not even gonna ask…"

He dropped it and moved onto the bed again, as she settled the tray down. "Your roommates have a serious disregard for privacy."

"Izzie apologized. We're just used to it, I guess." She handed him a glass of wine, before sitting down across from him. The robe slid down her shoulder, giving him another glimpse of the curve of her breast.

"I guess I should be happy it wasn't when I was making you come…" he grinned, reaching for a piece of fruit.

"Trust me, I locked the door when we got here. You just didn't notice…" Meredith winked at him. "You were too busy getting undressed…not that I'm complaining…" She took a sip of wine, setting the glass on the bedside table.

"You weren't complaining at all, as I recall…" he agreed. They nibbled at the food for a minute in companionable silence, before Derek held out a piece of apple for her. Meredith leaned closer, her lips parting to accept it. Her tongue managed to flick along his fingertip as she took the fruit from him, sending a little tingle along his nerve endings.

"Mmm…" Meredith murmured, reaching for him, touching his arm. She leveraged him closer, arching her body against his chest. The food was forgotten as his mouth crashed against hers, tasting her greedily, enjoying the combination of wine and fruit along her tongue. She buried her hands in the mess of black curls, wrapping herself around his lean body. Heat and wanting surged, as she felt his cock long and hard against her, making her clench with need. Her hands stroked along his back, feeling the muscles play under the smooth skin, and he lifted his head to look down at her. His eyes were smouldering with hunger for her, and she caught her breath.

"Let me take care of you right now…" he whispered, tasting her skin from her cheekbones to her throat, circling over her nipples, just the merest hint of his teeth grazing her. He held himself in control, brushing kisses along her stomach, her ribs, the inside of her wrist. Meredith closed her eyes and just herself float along on the erotic cloud, letting him take over. His mouth touched the inside of her thigh, and he licked the tender skin gently, so that she pulsed with arousal. It was almost too much, the combination of his tongue and then his teeth, gentle and dangerous all at the same time.

Meredith moaned, her hips lifting towards him, as he continued to torment her. His fingers crept higher, between her legs, finding her swollen and wet. Just as he slid into that delicious heat, his teeth nipped lightly at her thigh, and she almost screamed out loud at the sensation. Her body clenched, her pulse hammering, at the exquisite sensation that flooded her. She pulled him closer, needing those fingers to caress her, lost in a dizzying swirl of hot, helpless climax. Derek grinned, enjoying the flush of arousal on her skin, as she came again and again, until she was breathless.

"Damn…" she muttered, when he let her go, and pulled her into his arms. "You have the most talented mouth…has anyone ever told you that…?" But she bit her lip even as she said that, not really wanting an answer. She didn't want to think of his other women, not now, not here. And she didn't want him to be thinking of anyone but her at the moment either. "Don't answer that…" she murmured, easing him to his back. She placed her fingers against his mouth.

Derek nodded silently, realizing his past wasn't really what she wanted to know about. At any rate, any other woman he`d been with didn't compare at all to her; she was so beguiling and intriguing, and he didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment. He waited for her to make the next move, and her fingers trailed away from his mouth, over his chest, landing on the flat plane of his abdomen. She pressed her mouth along his ribcage, seeking the sensitive spots she already knew made him shake. Her tongue slid wetly over his navel, and his whole body jerked. Then she moved lower, her mouth touching the inside of his thigh. This time he waited in anticipation, as her hand slid over his cock, caressing him while her teeth grazed his skin. Her fingers snaked lower to take his balls, squeezing him enough to elicit a shudder, and he pushed harder against her. She gave him a little nip as well, and the sensation made his cock even harder than he thought possible.

"Hell, Meredith..." he groaned, as she turned her attention to his cock. He moved against her, and she took him into her lips, bit by swollen bit, enjoying the taste, and the feel of him. She swirled her tongue around him, teasing him at the tip before sliding down around him again. It was his turn to be almost mindless with need, as she took him to the edge of his control.

"Need you now baby…" he groaned, as she crawled up to hover over him. She gripped his shoulders, sliding against him, until he was moving deep into her. Sinking down as far as she could go, as he invaded her, before she lifted up, and dropped back down again, her body clamping around him. Meredith sighed softly, almost moaning herself at the feel of him inside of her. "You feel so good…"

Meredith lowered her head to his throat, nipping and licking, each jolt making his cock twitch, and his senses sharpen. "You make me feel good…" she sighed, punctuating her words with nibbles, feeling his cock deep inside of her, pulsing with feverish energy. "I want something…more…" she whimpered, raking her hair away from her face, moving off him, leaving him frustrated.

"Oh, baby…I know exactly what you need…" he assured her, with a wicked smile as he helped her onto her knees, and he moved in behind her. "Just like this…" He took her slim hips in his hands, and thrust into her in one deep push, making her gasp. He bent over her, kissing her shoulder, his tongue tracing down her spine to the small of her back. She gasped as the sensation sent tingles along her, straight to her clit. Her head went back, and he pushed again, deeper, thrusting faster, their bodies slipping on the sheets. His teeth nipped at her skin, marking her now, the sweet pain mingling with the pleasure that swept along her nerve endings. He bucked against her, their sounds of pleasure urging them faster, the headboard of the bed bumping noisily against the wall with every rock of their bodies.

"God…now…Derek…" she panted beneath him, her body convulsing around him as she began to climax in waves of wetness. He buried himself again deeply, as she clenched him tighter, and he shot into her with a deep, satisfying growl. They rocked together slower, slower…dropping onto the sheets with muffled moans. Her eyes closed, Meredith felt warm, delicious, damp and totally sated, as he sprawled over her.

They shifted positions, so that they were side by side, and she traced his face with her fingers, getting lost in his dark blue eyes. "I think we may have made too much noise that time…" she sighed, realizing the others were likely still in the house, listening to their loud, enthusiastic sex.

"My fault," he said, catching her hand and stroking her palm with his tongue. "I'm not used to having anyone else around…"

Meredith giggled. "Trust me…I've heard plenty of noise from Izzie and Mark…so I don't feel too guilty…"

"Good, you should never feel guilty about enjoying this," he grinned. "At least, that's my opinion."

"I like that opinion, Derek…and I like having you here…" she said softly.

Derek kissed her temple. "I like it too, honey…" he murmured, feeling her body relaxing, her breathing slow as she started to fall asleep against him.