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This chapter has Meredith shopping for her dress, and of course finding time for sweet moments with McDreamy, which is the whole reason for this story after all! Enjoy!

Chapter 12 - Better than Tequila

"So you're going shopping for dresses today?" Derek asked, glancing over his shoulder as he stood in front of the mirror. The very same mirror in the bathroom where Meredith had watched him make her come in very inventive ways. She smiled at him from where she was perched on the bed, sitting cross-legged in her bathrobe. There was something incredibly sexy about watching him dress for work – something about all that masculine strength beneath the tailored suits he wore, she mused. He looked so groomed and polished, as opposed to the way he looked in bed with her. And she loved the blue shirts he favored, that made his eyes look even more intense. He must have a helluva effect on the females in the courtroom.

"Hmm…yes…Izzie talked me into it. I guess I better…can't go naked…" she teased him.

"Hell, I'd go for that, but I think the pastor might not approve," he grinned at her, giving his tie a final touch. "Just get something you like…don't let Izzie talk you into something that isn't you."

"Don't worry, I already told her I don't do frilly or pouffy…" Meredith rolled her eyes. "Besides, our wedding won't be the kind for long white dresses with trains dragging behind…" Thinking of the intimate gathering they had planned, to be held here in the backyard. They had rejected the usual route, opting for something smaller and more personal.

Derek winked at her. "Good. Is your other friend, Cristina, going with you?"

"Maybe. Depends if there are any good surgeries up for grabs." She leaned back on the bed, letting the robe fall apart, knowing his eyes were on her. "I just hope we find something quick, since we have to look for a dress for Izzie too. It might be a long day. She was muttering something about flower arrangements too. She's taking this maid of honor thing very seriously…"

"Well, then…let me give you something to take your mind off such mundane details," he murmured, joining her on the bed. His hand moved down her warm skin, pushing the robe open wider, resting at her thighs. "Maybe I should give you one screaming orgasm before the day begins." His mouth moved over her belly, following his hands, as her legs parted for him. The tip of his tongue gently probed, slowly searching for the spot he knew was already aching for his touch. Meredith whimpered as he stroked her clit, and he sucked harder, until tremors rocked her body. His hand strayed back up her body, to play with her nipples again, as he kept sucking and licking. She arched up to meet his mouth, crying out louder and more breathlessly, as the climax started to hit her. It wiped away all the other thoughts, and her body throbbed with pleasure over and over, as she wrapped around him.

"There… you can think of that later," he teased her, returning to her mouth, kissing her slowly and deeply, winding his tongue along hers, prolonging the moment. Meredith responded eagerly, tasting the lingering traces of her own wetness on his lips.

"Oh god, Derek…are you sure you have to leave right now?" she sighed, laying back against the pillows, her creamy skin flushed against the red robe that was open beneath her.

Derek made himself back away, tempted by the sight of her there, but shaking his head in regret. "Baby…you have no idea how difficult you're making this…" he told her, running his palm over her hip and down her leg. "But we both have places to go, and things to do…we can continue this tonight, honey…"

"Damn right…I better have something to look forward to during this shopping expedition," she giggled, making a move to sit up but he held his hand out to stop her.

"Don't move…I just want to back away, and keep that image in my mind," he told her. "I love you, honey…and you look sexy as hell like that…" His body tightened even more in desire, as he got up and moved away from the bed.

Meredith blew him a little kiss. "Bye sweetie…love you too…"

"I must be insane…" Derek muttered to himself, swearing at having to leave her like that. But a quick glance at his watch confirmed he had to leave or he'd be late for the court appearance he was scheduled at. "I want you right there like that tonight…okay?"

"Okay…have a good day…" Meredith's little naughty giggle told him she was well aware of how good his day would be after this.

Meredith looked around at the myriad of dresses in the bridal shop, as Izzie hummed happily beside her. "Okay…we're here, let's do this."

"Don't act like this is that difficult, Mer. I know very well you have a secret love of shopping…after all, who has the most pair of shoes in the house? And the most expensive? I'm looking at you…owner of the Louboutin pumps and the Jimmy Choo sandals…"

"On sale…what can I say?" Meredith sighed. "Besides, Derek likes it when I'm wearing just my shoes…"

"Please…do not go there. Bad enough I have to listen to you two…"

"We're not even there most nights, Iz! And you and Mark aren't that quiet either," Meredith pointed out, skimming her fingers along the satins and laces on the rack.

"Okay, okay, but my point is that you do like to shop on occasion…"

"It's just that this is such an important thing…what if I don't find what I want?"

"Trust me, you will," Izzie assured her. "Here…what about something like this?" She held out a strapless ivory gown, with beading along the hem, and a long train.

"Nice."

"Nice isn't good enough…you have to love the dress, Mer!" Izzie put it away and proceeded to pull out several more, until Meredith was dizzy from the various designs and materials.

"Ack! Enough…these are all too over the top…I need something simple!" she moaned, dropping into the little gilt chair. The sales lady was leaving them alone for the moment, hovering over another potential sale. "Wait…what was that last one?"

"This?" Izzie held the dress out for Meredith's inspection. It was elegantly simple, and Meredith jumped up eagerly. It was tea-length, strapless, with a little bolero jacket. The skirt had a hint of fullness, but nothing too over the top, just enough to emphasize the small waistline.

"Oh that's just what I want!" Meredith held it up critically, checking the size. "And it just might fit without much fuss, which is good since I don't have a lot of time!" The salesclerk bustled over then as well, scenting an imminent sale. "I'll try this one…" Meredith handed it over, and followed the woman to the dressing room.

"Good choice…it should fit you well, you're so tiny…and this is the smallest size we have left. But don't you worry…our seamstress works wonders if you need anything altered." She continued to chatter away, as Meredith trailed behind her, exchanging a look with Izzie. "This is one of my favorites…we don't get many in from this British designer, but she makes the most gorgeous gowns. I can see it will look stunning on you already, without even trying it on…"

"Who is the designer?" Izzie asked.

"Stephanie Allin…she does a lot of vintage look dresses. Well, here you go dear…let me know if you need anything else…"

Meredith slipped into the gown, and took a moment to survey it before she stepped out to face Izzie. "Oh, it's perfect…d'you think it's perfect?" Izzie exclaimed, as she circled around Meredith, inspecting it from all sides. "Derek is going to love you in this…god…wait, we need shoes for the right effect…" She snatched up a pair that was sitting on the dais, to be used for checking the dress.

"Oh my god…" Meredith breathed, looking at her reflection in the big three way mirror. The cream color lace over matte satin was perfect with her hair and coloring.

"You look amazing. Your fiancée will be speechless, if I know men," the saleslady commented knowingly. She adjusted a couple of the folds, assessing her with a critical eye. "And not much will need to be fitted, you're a lucky woman."

"Is there a veil to go with this?" Izzie asked.

"No veil…I think just my hair up a little, with maybe a comb, nothing fussy…" Meredith told her.

"Excellent idea. Now, we do have a bridesmaid gown that would complement this perfectly…" the saleslady suggested, glancing at Izzie. "In pale rose, very simple as well, if you're interested."

"Oohh…sounds perfect," Izzie beamed. "What do you think?"

"Works for me, the color would be good, and we could have bouquets to match that color…" Meredith murmured. It was all starting to fall into place, and she was starting to realize she would be married soon. It was hard to believe the one-night stand had turned into a fairy tale…

After finishing the last appointment for the day, Derek edged his Porsche past the legal speed limits in his eager rush to get home to Meredith. She had sent him a couple text messages during the day, giving him updates on the shopping extravaganza, and he was looking forward to hearing all about it in person. That, and making love to her until they couldn't move a muscle.

The house was quiet when he hurried inside, dropping the briefcase to the floor, and loosening his tie as he took the stairs two at a time. By the time he reached their bedroom, the jacket was off and his shirt cuffs were unbuttoned. He wasn't disappointed when he stopped at the bedroom door – Meredith had taken him at his word. She was waiting for him, posed on the bed again, the plush red robe spread open beneath her.

For a moment, as their eyes met, neither of them spoke - her arousal burning up under Derek's hot gaze. Then she trailed her hand along her body, cupping her breasts, toying with the nipples, moaning a little at the feel of it. She could hear Derek's ragged breathing as he crossed the room to stand closer to her, and she smiled at him, her tongue darting along her bottom lip. "This is how you wanted me, wasn't it, honey?"

"I want you so fucking bad right now," Derek said quietly, discarding his shirt eagerly before he fell over her, grabbing her head and crashing his lips over hers. Tongues dueled erotically, as she met his mouth, just as hungrily. "This damn near drove me to distraction today…thinking about coming home to you…" he muttered, against her mouth, caught up in the sizzling need for her.

"So here I am…take me…" Meredith urged him, winding around him, the scent of pure arousal in the air. Derek dropped to the floor, and put his hands to her thighs, so that Meredith shook from the heat that shot through her. The wetness already glistened along her pussy lips, and his tongue found it, lapping along the soft skin, his fingers parting her folds. He teased and sucked at her clit, as his fingers drove up into her, making her hips push forwards, seeking more and more. "God, Derek…" And her brain fogged as he pushed his fingers deeper, twisting and teasing, as his tongue continued its assault on her swollen clit. Meredith could feel the softness of his tongue snaking around her, his sure fingers sliding wetly in and out of her. Her body shook from the pleasure that radiated through her, the pure sweet desire that she couldn't get enough of.

Her chest heaved and she was nearly ready to lose control. Her fingers curled into his thick hair, her hips bucking wildly against him. "Derek, yes….oh hell yes…YES!" she almost screamed at the intensity of the climax that hit her and she collapsed backwards, as the little tremors continued to zing along her nerves.

Derek stood up, and stripped the rest of his clothes away, his cock achingly hard, pulsing as the cool air hit his naked body. For a second, they stared at each other, before he crawled over her on the bed. He settled over her, the welcome weight of him against her, as he kissed her again. This time with the deep, intense passion that they were so familiar with now. His hands buried in her hair, just the way she loved, making her feel like he would never let her go. The kiss was endless and erotic, fueled by the primal need that they couldn't resist. Her breathing quickened, anticipating his next move, her body taut with desire. She was all sultry female in his arms, ready for whatever he wanted to do.

"Damn, you are so good to come home to…" Derek murmured, breaking the kiss, to look at her.

"I could hardly stand the suspense before you came home," she giggled softly, touching his cheek. "I kept thinking about this too..."

"Then we won't waste any more time," he grinned, pulling her upwards. For a moment, they knelt facing each other, slowly touching and kissing, until he moved behind her. She fell onto her elbows, as his hands slid along her skin, spreading her legs wider. Playing, teasing, as the head of his cock slid against her, between her legs, making her whimper again.

Derek growled, bending over her back, biting her shoulder blades lightly, feeling the tremors in her body. "This is all for you, Meredith…you know that…" he murmured, teasing her clit with his fingers that snaked around the front of her.

"Just love me now…please…" she sighed, wanting him inside of her so badly she couldn't think straight.

"Are you begging, now…hmmmm?" he teased her.

"Yes…"

"Hell, maybe I should be the one begging," he groaned, penetrating her in one slick slide, until he was as deep as he could go. He moved slowly, his cock pulsing and hot, so that she could feel every ridge and vein, every bit of him demanding her response. "Now…damnit…" His control snapped and he moved faster; fierce and crazy, they moved in tandem. His body thundered with the imminent climax, lost in how good she felt. "So hot…so wet…"

Meredith was lost in her own feverish pleasure, shaking from the force of his thrusts, her hands twisted in the sheets. Her head went back, as the start of her climax tingled, her hair flying wildly.

"Wait…I want to see you…I love watching you…" Derek eased away from her, and she sighed in frustration at the loss. Meredith nodded weakly, as he let his cock fall away from her, and they turned to face each other. Kissing in a long, open mouth kiss, the feel of bare sweaty skin inflaming them both even more.

"Then we're both bad…I love watching you come too…"

They shared a look of heated pleasure, as he moved against her, sliding inside again, before he buried his face against her throat. He was pulsing in and out, every throb intensifying the tingle building in her clit again. "Make me scream, Derek…" she begged, gripping the swell of his biceps.

"Oh, you got it, honey…" Derek groaned, withdrawing almost completely, leaving just the throbbing head inside of her, holding her hips. His body shook from deliberately waiting. "NOW!" And he thrust deep and hard into her, so that she cried out, her back arching and her breasts bouncing from the force of his movements. Her legs tightened around him, urging him to give her more. Derek pulled back, and drove deeper again, catching her mouth this time, and driving his tongue against hers. Moving in the same wild rhythm of his cock, as her tongue met his eagerly. The pressure built at the base of his spine, as they moved faster, and her nails dug into his back. One more long slow thrust, and her pussy clenched around him, and she whimpered against his mouth. His own control shattered, and he pounded against her, abandoning every thought but how good it was with her, as they clung together.

When they managed to unwind themselves, Derek kissed her softly, reluctant to move for the moment. "I really do think this is the best way to end the day," he told her.

"Mmm…I have to agree…much better than tequila shots at Joe's…"

"I'm happy to know I rate above tequila," Derek teased her, pulling her up to his lap. His hands moved to cup her ass, kneading the skin tenderly with his thumbs. His cock stirred imperceptibly against her belly, as he claimed her mouth again. The kiss was deep and erotic, and he felt her body responding again, her nipples hardening against his chest. Their tongues met and slid together, as their bodies rocked slowly. When he raised his head, and their eyes met, the spark of desire was igniting again.

"Much higher rated than tequila," she vowed. "And there's no hangover in the morning…"

Derek laughed softly. "I adore you, Meredith…I never quite know what you're going to say next…"

"Good…then you won't be bored…"

"Bored will never be in our vocabulary, sweetheart…"

"I love you, Derek…" she sighed, "…now let's see how we can be un-boring again…"