As you can tell from the title, this chapter brings their little getaway to a close...so glad you've been enjoying it! Thanks for all the positive feedback.

Chapter 23 - Last Day in Napa

"So what do you want to do for your last day?" Derek asked Meredith as they sat outside, sharing breakfast outside on Sunday morning. After their late night of dirty sex, they had slept in and it was close to noon. So really, Meredith thought, nibbling on a piece of toast, it was brunch. They were flying back to Seattle on Monday afternoon, so this would be their last full day of relaxation.

"Shopping?" she mused, taking a sip of her mimosa. "More wineries?"

"We can do both. There's lots of places we missed yesterday, thanks to lunch…" he smirked at her.

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining at the time." She raised one eyebrow at him, eying him. His hair was still sleep tousled, and he had his blue shirt unbuttoned, and he looked sexy as hell.

"I wasn't then, and I'm not now. We just got side-tracked." Derek grinned at her from across the table.

"That happens a lot with us, doesn't it?" Meredith giggled. "I mean, I'm just looking at you and thinking of jumping you again…the hell with anything else."

"I have to admit, shopping was not my first choice for the day," he told her, thinking she looked delicious in her short robe, her hair falling over her shoulders. "But we should probably do something productive."

"Are you trying to behave?"

"Trying being the operative word here…"

Meredith got up from her chair, and settled onto his lap, looping her arms around his neck. She ruffled his already messy hair, as he shifted to accommodate her and settle into a comfortable position in the wicker chair. Leaning in to kiss him, as his hand found it's way up beneath the hem of her robe, stroking the soft skin of her thigh. "I love this…I love you…" she whispered, resting her head against his shoulder. "I never imagined this kind of contentment with someone. Even if we don't do anything, just being together is enough…"

"I know."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, their fingers moving lightly over each other, playing with a lock of hair, exchanging small kisses. In the warm little secluded courtyard, with the sun beating down on them, Meredith found herself getting drowsy again. Derek placed his hand on her abdomen, rubbing little circles on her skin, and she looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Just how cute you'd look with a baby bump…" he teased her. "I was thinking about our conversation last night before I fell asleep…"

"Ohhh….trying to get me pregnant now?" she murmured, as she slowly pushed his shirt back, slipping her hands onto his chest, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as she did so. She lowered her head and kissed his throat, and down along his chest, until he was breathing rapidly.

"And you're trying to distract me again, woman…"

Her tongue found his nipple, and she slowly wrapped it around one and then the other, until they were both erect. She blew on his wet skin, sending small shivers of anticipation to his core. Her hand dropped to the belt on his pants, and she looked up at him, mischief now in her eyes. "We can always practice the baby making…"

In response, he shifted in the chair, and pulled her over his legs. She straddled his lap, and placed her hand on the conspicuous bulge in his jeans. His pulse jumped, and he closed his eyes, with a strangled groan. Meredith bit her lip to keep from giggling, and inched the zipper down, freeing him to her warm grasp.

"My god, Mer…" he muttered, as her fingers grazed his cock. "Maybe you shouldn't…" His voice trailed off, as she placed her lips on him there, ignoring whatever it was he about to say.

"Shouldn't?" Meredith murmured, intent on drawing her tongue from the tip of his cock, down to the base, feeling his thigh muscles tense and quiver under her hands. Her fingers fluttered against the hot smooth skin along his shaft, her tongue swirling and teasing the head. She kissed and licked, moving from one spot to the next unexpectedly for a few minutes, driving him mad. Then when he least expected it, she took him in deeply, eliciting a deep groan from him, feeling him rock-hard and throbbing against her wet tongue. His hips began to rock upwards, his fingers lacing through her hair, as she continued to suck on him.

"This won't help with that… if you keep going…" he warned her, his voice strangled as she stroked him again with her tongue, licking the drops that glistened at the tip.

Meredith paused, and he groaned in frustration. "You're right…I want you inside of me…" she said with a naughty little smile. Before he could move, she straddled him again, positioning herself over him.

"Here?"

"Why not?"

"I want to be inside of you too much to move anyway…" Derek muttered. He picked her up, and in one swift movement, brought her down onto his cock. She was wet and open for him, and he thrust up into her hard. Keeping his hands on her ass as she rode him, her breasts rubbing against his chest with every rise and fall of her body. Then she slowed down, and ground herself into him, her pussy contracting and gripping him tightly. She moved her hips in a lazy circle, driving him almost to the point of losing control.

Meredith rocked back and forth, as his cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending delicious thrills along her nerves. She moaned as she started to come, and he could feel her even wetter around him. For a second, he forced himself to slow down, to hold onto this moment, sharing the delicious throb of her wet heat around him.

"It's true you know…" he murmured.

"…what?"

"I can never get enough of you…of this…"

"…me either…"

Soft kisses punctuated their words.

"…it's addicting…"

"…very…."

"…..is that a bad thing?"

"No…never…"

Meredith teased him by shifting her hips then, and he hissed in response at the sensation. He closed his eyes, his cock sensitive and swollen. "Honey, watch it…" he cautioned her.

"Sorry…I just need this…"

"…I need you too…just…."

"…just?"

"…slow…"

"….like this…"

She squeezed around him again, and he clenched, the sweet pain almost too much to bear.

"Yes…"

"Will you survive?" she teased him, holding still again, letting her heat envelop him fully.

"Hell yes…or die happy…"

Meredith giggled, her peal of laughter shaking her body, and he shuddered at the sensation that sent shocks along his inflamed cock, and he went mindless from the sensation. He throbbed inside of her, aroused beyond belief.

"Okay?"

"…don't move…again…"

Her pelvic muscles twitched reflexively, and he gulped.

"You feel so big and hot, Derek….god…I need…"

"…now…Meredith, hell I need you now…"

"…now?"

He thrust up suddenly, taking her by surprise, and she squealed in response. Drawing up and then plunging down onto him, rolling her hips over him, as he drove into her.

"That's it…yes…"

Their hands met, palm to palm, as she moved lower across his body, mouths devouring each again, his tongue moving rhythmically along with hers, matching the movement of his cock into her. Meredith lifted her head, and met his eyes, as she moved up and down. The flush on her body intensified, and her skin was damp with a sheen of sweat in the warm sun. Their slow, deliberate lovemaking felt more erotic to him than ever before.

"C'mon, Mer… come for me now…" His hips flexed, and he drove up deeper, languidly slow, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her.

"…close…oh…oooh…..just about…"

"…take me with you….now…."

With a final shudder, Derek let himself go, holding her tightly, his cock exploding into her, wave after wave pulsing from him. Meredith cried out again and again, his name on her lips, as she climaxed with him, feeling him coming hotly into her. If there was ever a moment to feel like they were creating something from their passion, this felt like that moment…

"You would look good in this…" Meredith held out a blue cashmere sweater for Derek, as they strolled through one of the exclusive shops that dotted the main street of St. Helena. The little tourist village was their destination for the afternoon, and they were meandering slowly from store to store. Holding it up against him, she nodded in approval. "Perfect…you should always wear blue."

"Always?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Except in bed…" she laughed.

"Good…" He added the sweater to the other items in his hand, his other arm sliding around her shoulders to steer her towards the cashier. "We've done enough damage for the moment…" His gaze indicated the other bags in her hands, before he deposited the clothing on the counter for the clerk to ring up.

"It's a shopping gene that I think was latent before," Meredith told him with a smile, wandering away while he paid. Her attention was caught by the infant section of the boutique, and she smiled at the tiny little booties on display. Shaking her head, she picked them up, marveling at how exquisite they were, and how small. Must be a motherhood gene kicking into life, along with the shopping gene, she mused. She had never felt this urge before, never thought she would make a good mother after her own lonely childhood.

"See anything else?" Derek's hand was at the small of her back, rubbing against the skin where he eased her tank top up a little. It felt good to have him there, so protective of her. She leaned back against him, looking up at him.

"Just these…" She held up the booties, and he grinned at her.

"Jumping the gun?"

"Just looking…guess I'm thinking about it more than I realized…"

She put them down, and they strolled back outside, hand in hand. "I'm all for it, honey," Derek assured her. "Let's just not get too caught up in the wanting that it becomes a duty…"

"Oh of course not…" Meredith returned his teasing tone. "I would hate if you felt you had to perform on command at the right ovulation time, out of a sense of obligation…"

"It would be difficult…but I would force myself…" he sighed dramatically, looking at her over his Serengeti sunglasses.

"I bet you would…" she countered. "C'mon…let's go have some coffee…and you can tell me about how you would force yourself on me…"

"That sounds vaguely dirty…"

"It's always dirty with you."

"It wasn't this morning, honey…" he whispered in her ear. "That was just loving the woman I adore…"

Meredith blinked away a sudden tear at his words. "I adore you, Derek…you make me feel so special…"

He stopped them in the middle of the sidewalk, unmindful of the other tourists moving around them. Raising his sunglasses to the top of his head, he regarded her for a moment. "You are special, Meredith. Don't ever say you aren't…you're gifted at surgery…you're my wife…and you will make a wonderful mother." He kissed her lips softly. "And I'm not just saying that to get you in bed again, either…"

Her beautiful eyes misted again, but she managed a crooked smile at his last statement. She swatted his chest lightly. "What would I do without you?"

"I have no idea…" he teased her, kissing her again. A few of the other people around them couldn't help but smile at the sight of them embracing in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Conceited much?" Meredith sighed.

"I'm a lawyer, remember? It comes with the territory." He took her hand again, starting to move forward towards the restautant.

"You keep reminding me."

"But you love me anyway…"

"I do, sweetie…I do…"