Thanks all...I'm glad you're still happy with the MerDer fun...and now for an SGH function, with Derek accompanying Meredith...enjoy!

Chapter 17 - "I'm not jealous"

"So what is this dinner for again?" Derek asked Meredith as they entered the lobby of the hotel. He kept his hand at the small of her back, as he escorted her towards the ballroom where the function was being held. The small gesture made her warm all over; he was always doing those small things, touching her to keep their connection, reminding her he was there for her. It had taken her awhile to be able to do the same thing – but now she loved showing everyone they were together. Along with making sure no other woman would think he was available…Meredith liked to straighten his tie, or push back a stray curl of his hair, just intimate little gestures.

She glanced up at him now. He looked dangerously sexy in his impeccably cut suit, as always, making her want to turn around and take him back home again to rip it off him. "It's an award dinner, remember? Chief Webber is being recognized for a new procedure he developed, and we were all invited. You know how these things go…"

"Right…and how long before we can go home?" he teased her. "You look too damn good in that little black dress."

"Hmm…I was just thinking the same thing about you," she replied. "I think we have a sex addiction thing going on."

"And that's a bad thing?" He leaned closer to brush his lips against her temple, inhaling that unique womanly scent that he would recognize anywhere. His body tightened in desire as his gaze swept over the cleavage of her dress. "And you expect me to behave when you wear that?'

"For now…" she murmured. "You did say you would be willing to attend these things, and be Mr. Grey…"

"I did, didn't I?" he sighed. "So long as my reward is you in bed, naked, after we're done, I'm all for it."

"Well, then you'll be rewarded with lots of dirty sex…" she giggled, as they entered the room. Several people were already there, and the noise level was high.

"I like the sound of that, honey," he told her. "Let me get you a drink…"

"Okay…" Meredith watched him head for the bar, weaving confidently through the crowd, nodding towards some of the people he knew.

"Ah, Dr. Grey…glad you made it," Dr. Webber spoke up beside her.

"Dr. Webber…wouldn't have missed it," she replied.

"Good, but I know these things can be rather boring," he laughed. "But you'll want to stay till the end, we have a surprise to come."

"Oh? That sounds rather mysterious."

"Just be prepared." He patted her shoulder. "And here comes your husband, I believe."

"Derek, this is the man of the hour," Meredith introduced Richard. "My boss, the Chief of Surgery."

"Good to meet you, sir," Derek juggled the glasses and shook hands, as Meredith took a glass of wine from him. "Congratulations on the award."

"Thank you. Enjoy the meal."

They circled the room then, chatting with Izzie, Mark and Cristina. Dr. Bailey was at the hospital, on call for the evening, along with George and Alex. Derek kept his hand at her waist, or her elbow, just a subtle reminder of what was to come later. By the time they were ready to sit down at the table for dinner, Meredith felt flushed and tingling. Derek pulled the chair out for her, and he let his gaze linger on her warmly again. The appreciation in his eyes took her breath away for a moment. He leaned in towards her. "You look good enough to eat in that dress," he whispered, "and I mean that in the dirtiest possible way..."

Meredith tried to hold onto her composure at his remark, but she blushed anyway. His breath in her ear sent an immediate thrill down her spine, as always. "You are so bad sometimes, Derek," she murmured as she eased into the chair, his hands at her shoulders. "I think maybe you need some discipline."

"That sounds like fun. Does it involve spankings?" he said, giving her arm a squeeze. "I'd be happy to come up with some fantasies we can work on in that regard…"

Meredith just shook her head with a small laugh. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of several things, but none of them can be done in public."

"Derek!" she protested, giving him a mock glare.

He just shrugged innocently, winking, as he took his place beside her, and everyone else joined them. "Later…" he reminded her.

At the end of the meal, Richard stood up to accept the award, and spoke briefly for a few moments. Meredith felt Derek's hand resting lightly on her thigh, hidden under the tablecloth. It made her lose track of what the Chief was saying for a moment, as her body responded to his touch. She glanced at him, and he winked at her again, before looking innocently back towards the podium. Leaning closer to him, she managed to squeeze him just a little as well, and he sucked his breath in sharply.

"You want to play dirty…" she whispered in his ear.

"I like dirty…' he whispered back.

"Promises, promises…"

Applause broke out around them, and she dragged her attention back to the podium. Her pulse was jumping like mad, and she took a gulp of wine to cool her.

"And now, we have a special announcement," Richard said, and she looked up. She exchanged a puzzled glance with Cristina across the table, who just shrugged.

"We have a group of fine interns this year at SGH, and that group has outdone themselves on the residents exams. I'm happy to say that all of them passed with flying colors, with marks well above the national average. We are proud to have them at our hospital, and we would like to recognize their achievement here tonight as well. Most of all, Dr. Meredith Grey was at the top of her group, which should be no surprise to those of us who know her."

There was another round of applause, and Derek leaned over to kiss Meredith softly. "See…? All that studying paid off…" he whispered.

"Should I tell them it was all thanks to you?"

"Go for it…" he grinned.

Much later at home, Meredith sat brushing her hair, until it was a silky cloud around her face. The little silk robe was falling down one shoulder, giving Derek a tantalizing glimpse of her skin as he watched her for a moment. He had felt so proud of her tonight, and so overwhelmed with the emotions that still were new to him in a lot of ways. He moved in behind her, dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder, feeling her little shiver as he did so.

"You took the dress off already…" he murmured, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "I was rather looking forward to having that pleasure…"

"There's lots of other things you can do," she assured him.

Derek nuzzled her neck, nibbling on her skin. "Mmm, you looked so lovely tonight," he said, his voice thick with desire, tinged with alcohol. "Should I be jealous of the way the other men were looking at you?" His hand stroked the silky material covering her breasts, igniting heat in her core.

Meredith looked at him reflected in the mirror, and smirked. "Are you serious? I don't recall anyone looking at me...you, on the other hand, were getting a lot of attention…"

"Trust me, honey, you were the most beautiful woman in the room. I only had eyes for you…"

"You're just biased," she sighed, leaning back against him.

"Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact you looked good…and there was one guy in particular that seemed to be very familiar with you…"

"Who are you talking about?" Meredith twisted around to look at him.

"That guy at the bar, just after dinner…the one who had his hand on your arm…"

"Oh, that was just Damon…he's one of the guys in Research, he studies blood diseases," Meredith murmured.

"Hmm…"

"Derek, don't worry…he's got a girlfriend."

"If you say so…"

"He gives off that aura of a bad boy, but trust me…he's a sweetheart."

"Fine…" He kissed her cheek, his fingers easing the robe away from her other shoulder. "And you are the sweetest…most intelligent…woman…I've ever known." His lips skated along her collarbone, emphasizing his words with soft kisses.

"Derek…you don't have anything to be jealous about…"

"I trust you, sweetheart…" His touch skimmed her nipples, watching her expression in the mirror. "It's all those other fools like Damon out there that think maybe they have a chance to come between us." Without warning then, he swung her up into his arms. Meredith slid her arms around his neck, as he walked across the room with her towards the bed.

"That won't happen…" she assured him, as he dropped her onto the bed. She propped herself on one elbow, as he tossed his shirt aside impatiently, and kicked the pants away just as fast. Her breath caught, admiring his body again, lean and muscled just perfectly, and already hard for her.

"Now I'm going to claim you all over again…" he muttered, falling onto her. He pulled the robe apart in one swift rip, covering her with a flurry of kisses and caresses, from her lips down to her thighs. Meredith arched up into him, taken by surprise at the sudden way he was ravaging her. Then his mouth was on her thighs, and moving towards her clit, possessing her completely, not stopping until she was screaming and shaking from the intensity of the orgasm that wrenched through her quickly.

"I'm not jealous, Meredith," he whispered, covering her body with his again, and claiming her mouth. "Not when I know how your body responds to me, when I know exactly where to touch you to make you shake, and how to make you come under my tongue. When I know you are going to be in my bed, in my arms, and every other man knows that too, the way you look at me. I know you're mine."

Meredith saw the intensity in his gaze, "And you are mine," she breathed, pulling him down to claim his mouth again. "I would never trade you for anyone else, you know that, Derek."

She let herself melt as his body covered hers, their hot skin touching everywhere. His hands were gliding everywhere, strong and sure, leaving no part of her untouched. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was going to give it to her. "I know, Mer," he replied, his mouth on her breast, his hands at her hips. "I never want to be anywhere but here, like this…" he paused, dragging his tongue around her nipple, "and like this…" he kissed the hollow of her throat, "for the rest of my life."

He raised his head to look at her, his smoky blue gaze intent, and she felt the sweet pleasure pouring into her. She gasped, as his hands stroked the sensitive skin along her inner thighs, and his mouth came down on hers again. She moved against him, pressing into his hand. He pulled on her lip, and searched for her tongue, their breathing combined.

"Derek…" she sighed, loving what he was doing to her, loving the heavy weight of him on top of her, claiming her as his. She tunneled her fingers through his hair, kissing him harder. "I want you so much... I need to have you inside of me, filling me up…fucking me hard…."

"Honey, I love it when you get dirty," he teased her, smiling at her. "Sometimes I forget how dirty you can be. You have that sweet and innocent look in your eyes, and yet you can be dirty at the same time."

"Turns you on, doesn't it?" she giggled, shifting beneath him, feeling the hot throb of his cock against her leg.

"It always has, from the first time I saw you at that damn party," he admitted. "I couldn't resist that combination."

"Lucky me, then," she moaned, the sound low and wanting, making him caught up in that promise of desire. His arm slid around her hips, lifting her to him, as he pressed closer to her, feeling the wet warmth of her waiting for him.

"Lucky for both of us," he reminded her, holding her gaze. "Otherwise we wouldn't be here now…like this…"

"That would be tragic," she agreed. She was shaking from the anticipation, her fingers tracing the muscles along his upper arms, waiting for the moment when he would move inside of her.

"Mmm…very…" He kissed her, his tongue moving lazily against hers, prolonging the moment. Just when she thought she would go mad, he began to push against her a little harder, sliding into her just a little. One hand supported her, as he moved slowly into her, the other hand in her hair, letting the silky strands fall through his fingers. Meredith felt the world tumble away into bliss, as he slowly thrust in and out of her, each time a little deeper. She wanted to prolong the moment, the delicious feeling of just making love with the man she loved.

Derek groaned at the sensation, so wet and hot around him. Keeping her mouth captive, he shifted so they were side by side, driving harder and deeper, as her leg lifted around his hip. Heat flashed through his body, as she matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and he felt the tremor deep inside of her. He could feel it, and she could see it in his eyes, the dark smoky passion that excited her further. Her head went back and he pumped into her, a low growl of want in his chest as he felt her tighten around him.

"Now, baby, now," he muttered, intent on making her come, needing his own release, jerking and pulsing inside of her, his cock hot and hard. Then there was only the pleasure, taking them away, making them one, body and soul.

"Oh hell…" Meredith sighed, wrapped in his arms, her body still zinging with pleasure.

"Good?"

"Very…"

Derek kissed her again, too sated to do anything more at the moment. They lay in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, content to kiss and touch without saying anything.

"Derek…?" she whispered finally.

"Mmm?"

"You ever think about babies?"

"What? Why? You're not…?"

"No, I'm not…but you know we didn't really discuss that much before we got married…" She propped herself up against his chest. "I don't mean right away, but someday?"

"Sure, someday…" he agreed, running his fingers along her back. "I understand you need time to get your career underway, but I think it would be great to start a family at some point. We can always hire a nanny to help out, you know…"

"I'm just picturing a cute little baby with that hair of yours…" she giggled. "I never gave it a lot of thought before now…"

"So why now…"

"I'm not really sure, I mean, I didn't imagine being married before, and here we are…and I never imagined I could be a good mother…"

"Mer, why would you even think that?" he asked. "I think you would be amazing…just like everything else you do."

Meredith smiled at him softly. "See, this is why I love you…"

"I love you too, Meredith…now maybe we can start practicing…you know, just to get it right…" he teased her, moving over her again.

"I like that idea…" she sighed, but just then her cell phone rang from where it was laying on the nightstand.

"Ignore that…" he urged, kissing her throat, sending ripples of heat through her, but she sighed.

"Can't…might be urgent at this hour…"

Derek flopped onto his back, as she picked it up. "Hello? Damnit…okay, I'll be there as soon as I can, Dr. Bailey…" She snapped the phone shut and looked over at him. "I'm sorry…there was a huge multi-car accident, they need us all to come in and help out…" Meredith leaned over and kissed him quickly, ready to jump out of bed, but he caught her hand.

"I'll drive you – it's late," he offered.

"Are you sure? Don't you have an early session in court tomorrow?"

"Yes to both, but I want to go with you. I promise to stay out of the way," he assured her, as she moved out of bed, heading for the closet to grab some clothes. "I think I'd like to see Seattle Grace's top new resident do her thing."

"Ah, god, Derek…" she protested, rolling her eyes.

"This is what married people do, honey," he grinned at her, dressing just as quickly as she did, in faded jeans and dark blue sweater. "Now, let's go, before Bailey calls again to wonder where you are…"