Can't Help Falling in Love

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Meredith sighed as she walked into her apartment nearly a month later, completely ready for a few weeks off of school. She was actually looking forward to Christmas this year, to spending time with Derek and his family. It was going to be amazing, and for the first time in her life, she was actually looking forward to Christmas.

She stopped short as soon as she entered the living room, frowning at the candlelight, the soft jazz, and the pile of blankets set up into a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace. Derek must have gotten home early, a rare but exciting occurrence.

"Derek?" she called into the bedroom, dropping her bag on the floor and slipping out of her coat.

"Hey," he smiled, coming out of the bedroom. "You're home early."

"So are you," she smiled, making her way through the candles to stop in front of him. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Derek smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Is it working?" he asked.

"Well, the scene is very romantic," she nodded. "Throw in some alcohol and food and I'm all yours, all night."

"Promising," Derek smiled, pressing his lips to hers. "The wine's on the table and the pizza's on its way."

"Pizza," Meredith raised her eyebrows as she moved towards the wine. "You really do love me."

"That and cooking takes too much time," Derek smiled.

"So what's the occasion?"

"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve," Derek shrugged. "And since you have that stupid rule about no sex in my parents' house, I figured we had to celebrate early."

"It's not a stupid rule," Meredith argued. "You're stupid."

"How romantic," Derek laughed as he took the offered glass of wine from her.

Meredith giggled as she sipped her wine before her hands went to the buttons on her blouse. "So. Dr. Shepherd," she purred. "What's the mood for tonight?"

"Mood?" Derek asked, his brain clouding and his pants tightening as Meredith's bra came into view.

"Yes," she nodded, sliding the shirt over her shoulders and tossing it to him. "It could be slow and romantic. You know, the kind where you kiss me all over and then make love to me, slow and gentle. Or it could be completely wild, where you fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. Or it could be very very dirty. With...whipped cream. And blindfolds. And me having you completely at my mercy."

"Oh," Derek breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from his fiancé as she stood before him clad only in her panties and bra. "Um...all of it."

"All of it," Meredith nodded. "Okay. But there seems to be a problem."

"Problem?" Derek knew he sounded like an idiot, but at this point the only thing he cared about was being inside Meredith, all night long.

"Yes," she nodded. "You are wearing far too many clothes."

"Oh."

"So...before you do anything about me being naked," she breathed as she shed the last of her garments. "You may want to do something about that."

"Right," Derek nodded, pulling his t-shirt over his head and fumbling with the buttons on his pants before he slid them down with his boxers, his erection standing proud and ready for her.

"Well," she breathed, moving to the blankets and laying on her back, propping herself on her elbows as she looked up at him. "I'm ready."

Derek was on top of her in an instant, covering her body with her own as he moved to brush her hair out of her face.