Meredith felt the warmth of his breath against her neck, and the soft whispers of tender romantic words giving way to sensuous teasing while nibbling her earlobe, his arms embracing her. She smiled, enjoying the feel of his mouth as it continued its path down her neck.
"What are you smiling about," he whispered.
"Who says I'm smiling?" she said as her smile broaden, a soft moan her response to the gentle bites on her neck before his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple.
"Derek," she moaned softly.
"Uhmmm..." he smiled, "forget smiling...moaning's good..."
"We're outdoors..." she reminded him.
"Yes..."
"Derek...anyone can walk out..."
"There's no one around," he said, quickly shifting his position so they were facing each other, their bodies pressed together.
"Derek..." she moaned again softly, as his mouth found hers.
"They know we're newlyweds," he murmured against her lips.
"Uhmmm," she replied as his tongue slipped into her mouth, the slow rhythmic dance their mutual pleasure once again.
"So..." he paused, stroking her face, his eyes holding her gaze.
"So," she said as she leaned to kiss him, but he held back, keeping his lips away form hers.
"Why were you smiling," he insisted.
"You think you know me so well..."
"I do..." he said, kissing her and then attempted to pull back again, but she captured his lips before he had a chance and deepened their kiss, making him forget his playing mood and giving in to the mating dance they both loved before the need to breathe forced them to break their kiss.
"Seems..." she smiled, "I know you better."
"Uhmmm...want to bet..." he chuckled, nibbling her neck.
"I was thinking," she said meeting his gaze, "of our wedding...the last few days..."
"Ah..."
"How can I not smile..." she asked, running her fingers through his hair.
"You're happy?" he questioned.
"Of course I'm happy," she said surprised at the doubts she heard in his voice.
"I love you Meredith," he said softly.
"I love you too," she said, and smiled as he placed his leg over hers, holding her closer.
"It's been good," he murmured, "the last few days."
"It's been amazing," she smiled, "that's why I was smiling, thinking of the last few days...and yesterday...our wedding day," she finished, "unforgettable."
"And..." he whispered, "last night..."
"Ah...last night," she said and whispered in his ear, making him laugh.
"Mrs. Shepherd, you're a tease."
"Only...if I don't deliver..." she said, wrapping her arms around him, pressing more intimately against him, forgetting they were indeed outdoors and oblivious to the sound of footsteps on the small grey stones.
"Mer," he said, "stop."
"Why...you like..." she said, surprised he'd pulled away from her.
"Signore Derek," Meredith heard Angela said, thankful Derek had heard her approach, "I'm sorry, I did not want to bother you, but this was just delivered from the hotel, and it seemed it could be important."
"Thank you Angela," he said, accepting an envelope with the hotel's logo on the outside, "please don't apologize."
"I will be leaving shortly," she said, "but, Signora Meredith, I will leave dinner ready for you only to heat."
Derek laughed. "You don't want her to in the kitchen Angela, but I'll take care of it."
"Signore Derek, you are joking,she is a doctor...she told me this morning."
"Yes," he laughed, "and a very good one, but she can't cook."
"Well, she only has to heat the food, I'm sure she will be fine," she smiled.
"Grazie Angela, my husband is not being very nice," she pouted.
"Signora..." she winked at her, "if he can do it better...than let him...that's what I tell my husband."
"That is very good advice," Meredith smiled, "I believe I will remember that."
"Enjoy your day," Angela said, "we will see you in the morning, but please, remember if there's anything you need, any time you call us," she added before walking away.
"What is it?" Meredith asked as she looked at the unopened envelope.
"Let's find out," Derek said taking the note out, "oh crap."
"Derek, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said handing her the note, "just...I totally forgot."
Meredith read the note, which was actually a handwritten note on a facsimile sheet from the Danieli in Venice.
"Derek Christopher, you were supposed to call me. It is a good thing your sister knew where you were staying so we could confirm you arrived without mishap.
Meredith dear, bet you chose some of the black last night, so I can overlook your distraction. I remember how much Irish loved black. Derek, close your mouth, yes your mother knows about honeymoon sex, and I figured you deserved that comment...since you were so thoughtless about calling.
Enjoy the rest of your trip. Love, Mom."
Meredith blushed, slightly embarrassed by the reference to the black lingerie, but it was humorous that her mother in law would bring it up, knowing Derek would be reading.
"Mer..." he paused, "how...how does she know about the black lingerie."
"Derek..." she teased, laughing softly, "you are a prude."
"I'm not a prude..." he argued, "but Mer...she's my mother..."
"And...she was at my shower...she saw the gifts."
"That's true..." he agreed.
"You liked the black," she teased, "I'll try one of the others tonight."
"How many more did you get?"
"A few...your Mom...and sisters...and Lex and Cristina..."
"From Mom...you got lingerie from Mom?"
"Derek...of course...I did...it was all lingerie, well...plus the journal from Lexie."
"Don't..." he said, "don't...tell me...what she..."
"Ok," she agreed, "I won't," but couldn't keep the smile from her face.
"Meredith..." he warned, "oh ...no...don't tell me it was that black almost nothing..."
"I won't," she said and turned to kiss him.
"Diversion," he chuckled when he spoke again.
"I love you Derek."