Thanks as always for the reviews to the last chapter - and can you believe this is already the twentieth chapter? Considering I wasn't sure how far this would go, that's not bad.

Now this begins a few chapters arc for their getaway...enjoy the fun...

Chapter 20 - A Weekend Getaway Begins

At the end of her shift on a misty Friday afternoon, Meredith walked out of the main doors at SGH, with Izzie and Cristina on either side of her. She was chatting with them about the operation they had all scrubbed in on, still on a high from the procedure.

She looked up to see Derek wearing a trench coat and holding an umbrella, as he leant against the side of a sleek black limo. A little grin broke across her face, as she caught his eye on her. "You crazy man…" she murmured, just as her two friends noticed him as well.

"Damn…" Cristina murmured.

"Okay, what's going on?" Izzie asked.

"We're going away for the weekend…I have Monday off too…" Meredith said happily.

"You're going in a limo?"

"I have no idea…Derek said he was taking care of everything."

"I can guarantee it's somewhere romantic…" Izzie smirked.

"You're going to be in bed all weekend anyway…what does it matter where you go?" Cristina asked. "You could just stay here in Seattle."

"But it's more fun this way!" Meredith giggled. "See you next week!" She sprinted through the mist, and into Derek's embrace. His free arm went around her waist, pulling her close underneath the umbrella. From their vantage point, the two women watched as he kissed Meredith passionately.

"Damn…I need to get laid…" Cristina muttered.

"I need Mark…but he's got a late operation…" Izzie sighed. "I think I'll go wait for him…inside…" She turned around. "Lucky, lucky Meredith…"

Under the shelter of the umbrella, Meredith lifted up on her toes to kiss Derek a little more deeply. "Mmm…this is a nice surprise…" she murmured, breaking away finally. She touched his cheek, brushing away a little bead of rain away.

"Just the beginning, honey…" he assured her, opening the door and ushering her inside. She scrambled onto the seat, brushing her hair back, as he closed the umbrella and then came inside with her. The limo purred away out of the parking lot, and she looked around in appreciation.

"This is very nice…" she said softly, "I could get used to this."

"I figured we might as well do this all in style," he told her. He opened a side pocket in the door, and pulled out two glasses and a chilled bottle of champagne. "Starting with this…" He filled the glasses, before turning back to her. "To us…and a happy weekend…"

"To us…" she echoed, touching her flute to his. Her eyes sparkled at him, happy to be here with him, as always. Every little thing he did like this touched her to her soul…no one had ever done this kind of thing for her before. The icy tang of champagne tickled her throat as it went down, and the bubbles hit her nose, making her giggle.

"I love hearing you laugh," he told her, leaning in closer to kiss her again. Touching her lips, kissing her with slow, deliberate desire, as she moaned involuntarily. Somehow, juggling the glasses, they moved together, until she was in his lap. His own response to her body was immediately evident to her, and she could feel his erection bulging between her legs. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he kissed her a little deeper, and she lost herself for a few seconds. She pulled away, and they looked at each other, eyes wide, sexual heat crackling between them.

"We don't have time for anything now, do we?" she asked him, placing little kisses against his cheek, and his temple. His hands roamed the soft contours of her body, slipping up beneath her t-shirt, searching for her warm skin. She moaned, and arched into his touch, small cries of desire on her lips.

"I'm afraid not…" he murmured, "this is going to have to keep you going until we get there…"

"Get where?"

"I'm not telling…surprise, remember?"

"I could make you tell me, if I really wanted…" she warned him, her hand sliding between them, over his cock. His eyes closed briefly, as she stroked him, her fingers just as light as butterfly wings, but enough to make him shudder. "Hmm…?"

"Never…."

"Please, baby…?" Her hair fell around his face, tickling his cheek, as she kissed him softly, her tongue dancing over his. His body was on fire, realizing she was able to make him lose track of everything but how much he wanted her. He would give up whatever information she wanted, willingly.

"All right…you win…" he groaned. The limo was beginning to slow, closing in on the approach to the airport. "We're going to…"

Meredith put her fingers over his lips. "Don't tell me…I just liked teasing you…" she laughed. "I don't want to know yet. I just hope you packed all my things for me."

Derek raised one eyebrow. "What things? You won't need too many clothes…"

"Smartass…"

Derek swung the rental car into the curving driveway, as Meredith took in the view of their destination. It was getting dark, and she could see the lights twinkling in the big bay windows of the hotel. After the private jet he'd chartered had landed in San Francisco, it hadn't taken her much to figure out he was taking her to the Napa Valley, somewhere she had always wanted to go.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Derek…" she murmured, turning to him in the car.

"I thought you would like it. Very historic, and it's more like an exclusive bed and breakfast than a hotel. You can be pampered all you want, and it's close to everything."

Meredith looked at the sign, flanked by greenery. "1801 First…" The exterior was Victorian in design, very charming and elegant. "I may never want to leave, you realize that…"

"We can always come back sometime," he assured her, parking the car. "Now, let's get inside before I have to ravish you here."

Meredith rested her hand on his thigh briefly, feeling his muscles tense. "Not that it would be the first time, but not a good idea out here in the parking lot…" she laughed softly.

He gave her that sexy smile that always made her melt inside. "Not good at all…"

"You're really spoiling me," Meredith sighed, once they were alone in the cozy, yet luxurious, cottage adjoining the main building. It had it's own private patio, a king size bed, and a two way fireplace that she could see could be enjoyed whether you were in the Jacuzzi tub, the bed or the sitting area. The colors in the cottage were all soothing sage and cream, and there were distinctive decorative touches everywhere she looked. The bed looked heavenly, heaped with pillows and a soft feather comforter.

There was a huge bouquet of roses and orchids on a small table between two cream-color wing chairs, filling the air with their scent. A bottle of wine was waiting, with a tray of cheese and fruit, making her realize she was getting hungry. She opened the French doors to the patio, which was surrounded by a beautiful garden that was lit with small white lights. Spinning around, she beamed at Derek, who was watching her take all of this in. His own smile was just as wide, enjoying it with her.

"You approve?" he asked her, leaning against the French door behind her, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Absolutely!" She launched herself towards him, so that he had to catch her quickly. He lifted her up off the floor, as she wrapped herself around him. "Now let's check out the bed, before anything else…"

"We could start with the tub first instead…?" he suggested playfully. "Or by the fireplace?"

"So many choices…"

"How about I turn the fireplace on and we can enjoy that from the bed?"

"Good plan, and save the tub for tomorrow…" Meredith agreed, kissing him quickly. "I'm just gonna freshen up a bit, kay?"

"Hurry back…"

Meredith made her way to the bathroom, grabbing her bag along the way. She found her favorite lotions and bubblebath packed, along with the nightgown she knew was his favorite. Humming to herself, she patted the lotion onto her skin, and fluffed her hair, before slipping into the silky gown.

As she stepped out into the bedroom, she found he had dimmed the lights, the flickering fireplace the only illumination. The covers were turned back on the bed, revealing the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets, where Derek was waiting for her…already undressed, and very ready for her. Scattered across the bedding were a few of the roses from the bouquet.

"Oh…just the way I like you…" she laughed, joining him quickly, kissing him. "You thought of everything..."

Derek pushed her backwards against the pillows and kissed her eyes, her lips and her throat softly, his hands running down her body. "I'm going to be very good to you sweetheart...let me take care of you right now. This weekend is all about you..."

Taking one of the roses, he pulled a few petals off, and rubbed them across her parted lips. The petals drifted down softly onto her chest. His eyes were fixed on hers now, and they felt the heat radiating from each other. Meredith reached to touch him, but he motioned her away gently. She pouted and shrugged the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders. They fell away and the silk slithered to her waist. Derek let his eyes stray to her breasts but he didn't touch her yet, letting the anticipation build further.

Meredith looked at him through half-closed eyes, her smile soft and beckoning. She let her gaze wander across his strong, muscled chest, watching the firelight play across his skin. She wanted to trace the line of hair trailing down his torso, stroke the length of his cock that jutted out towards her, but for now she was content to watch him. The room seemed cozy and intimate, just the two of them in their own private haven, with the fire glowing warmly. Her body felt heavy with desire, the soft petals on her chest clinging to her skin, adding an exquisite layer of seduction.

Giving Meredith a heated look, Derek selected a lush, pink bloom and pulled a few more petals from it. He held them in his fingers and then lifted them to her eyes, which she closed. Meredith could feel the petal skin brush over her lids and continue down her cheek. Again it made a circuit down to her mouth, petals coursing slowly along over her half open lips.

Meredith wet her lips then to try to say something, but he placed a finger on them to silence her. She tried to lean forward to touch him then, and only managed to brush her nipples against his arm, feeling the desire arc through her at the touch of his skin. A petal caressed her chin, then slipped from his fingers, spiraling to the sheets. Another petal then brushed against her earlobe, so softly she didn't feel it at first…then across her shoulders, and her throat, and the valley between her breasts.

Derek weakened then, and quickly kissed her lips, his hands twining in her hair, and pulling her close. Her breath matched her desire, and rushed inside her, pulling him with her. She moved her head in a slow circle to increase the pressure of his touch, enjoying the sweet intimacy of the moment. Her whole body hungered for him, as he lingered over her. Then he backed away slowly, tugging more rose petals from their stems, dropping a myriad of tiny petals everywhere, dotting the sheets with bright color.

She closed her eyes again, and the anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for the next touch. A full open rose moved slowly in arcs around her breasts, and her nipples responded to the soft petals. Then his fingers, a little bit more demanding, but just as provocative, were on her. Soft and smooth, fingernails and petal flesh alternated equally. The heat of his touch warmed her even further, and she arched to meet him, soft little cries escaping her lips. He pulled the negligee down her hips then, touching her skin everywhere.

The rose brushed against her thighs, and up across her wetness, and Meredith moaned at the velvety soft flower touching her intimately. He moved it up and down, caressing her with it until she was mindless with want. The rich scent filled the air, mixing with the scent of her arousal, intoxicating and sensual. Derek paused, kissing her eyelids and she opened them again to see him over her, silhouetted against the firelight. "God, Derek, this is just so perfect," she murmured to him, as she pulled him down to her. The silky petals crushed between them, releasing further scent to the room.

"You're what's perfect, honey…" he muttered, as Meredith wrapped herself around him, surrendering to his touch and his kisses. She had no conscious thought other than the desire bubbling up in her core, and the need to have him inside of her. Urgently, she kissed him, trailing her tongue down his throat and biting at his skin. He pulled her up towards him, spreading her legs and searching for her clit with his mouth. The contact of his tongue on her there was just as velvety as the rose, and it set off small tremors of her orgasm instantly. She bucked and pushed against him, desperate for more, and he gave her everything she needed.

"Now, Derek, please…I can't wait any longer…" she begged him, breathless and hot.

"I like it when you beg," he teased her, smiling at her in the dim light. The rose petals that still clung to her were further crushed between them as he lowered himself down to cover her body and they rolled over so that she was sitting on top of him. She stroked his cock slowly, taking the last rose from the pillow, and brushing it along his hard length, and around the engorged head. A few drops of cum formed, trailing down, and she swirled the soft petals across it, until he growled in frustration.

"Now who's begging…" she giggled, flicking her tongue across him, licking up the drops. Then she moved over him, and watched his expression as she lowered herself onto him. "But I can't wait any longer either…"

With a little soft whimper, matched by his groan of satisfaction, she took him inside of her completely. Matching her rhythms to his thrusts, she squeezed around him tightly, as he gripped her tightly. His hands were warm on her skin, spanning her delicate body easily. Murmuring incoherently, urging each other to go faster, harder…rocking together in the now familiar sensual dance.

"I can't wait…can you?" Meredith panted, watching the play of erotic need across her husband's face. His eyes were dark with passion, his hands touching her everywhere he could.

"No…need you now…" he muttered, as she bucked over him. "Hell…"

"More…more…" It was all she could think of at the moment, her own orgasm building, and then washing over her in waves of pleasure. Then faster and harder and harder, as he was caught up in the torrent of her heat, until they were both exhausted and sated.

When she could speak again, Meredith propped her chin on his chest, giving him a happy smile. "I love the start of this weekend…" she teased him, plucking a stray petal from his chest hair.

He stroked her face softly. "Good. Tomorrow we can tour some of the wineries…maybe have a picnic somewhere…"

"Oooh…get me drunk and take advantage of me…"

"I don't need to get you drunk, my dear…" he reminded her, with a wink.

"No…just get naked…" she giggled, squealing a little as he pinned her beneath him again. "I love you, Derek…"

"I love you too, baby," he whispered, taking her mouth again, kissing her, deeply, with all the love that he felt for her. When he finally released her, she was almost breathless. He tapped her nose playfully. "You want a drink or something to eat now?"

"Soon," she murmured, as she pulled him back down again, "but for now...I just want you like this..." And they lost themselves in the need that consumed them all over again, food and drink completely forgotten, before falling asleep, entwined, petals clinging everywhere.

If you're interested, the hotel I have used for this story is a real place, you can Google it up if you're interested to see some pics of the place...it looks wonderful!