Disclaimer: My life is boring. Seriously, I could tell you details, boring boring details. But then you would be bored. If I owned GA, well my life would not be boring. My life would be amazingly exciting. Therefore I don't own GA.
So here it is, the last chapter, the final epilogue. I know how sad it is to see this fanfic end. I have tons of fun writing it. But end it must. I'm not promising a sequel to this fic. And even if there is one, I wouldn't be writing it any time soon. It may pop up. If I can think of the right idea it will definitely come. But right now, no idea for it. So don't hold your breaths. But don't worry, lots to come from me in the future.
And I am proud to say, no one predicted what the epilogue was going to be. I had guesses and no one was right. Hehehe.
Her fingers intertwined with his as cool sand surrounded her toes. The sand would be hot come morning but right now it was relaxing, under the stars on an empty beach. She had never pictured herself as the beach honeymoon type, but Derek had planned it all. And now she was here. And she loved it.
She knew that was partially a lie, she just loved being called Mrs. Shepherd.
Impulsively, Meredith released her husband's hand and ran toward the water, holding up her dress as she splashed her way in.
"What are you doing?" she heard Derek call from the beach.
"Dancing," she yelled back, a grin stretching across her face as she threw her head back to look at the stars, throwing her arms out beside her she started to spin in a circle, loving the feel of the water lapping at her legs.
"My wife has gone crazy," she heard Derek mutter to himself from the beach.
Meredith stopped spinning and met her husband's eyes from across the water. She was happy. She was happy in a way that she had never thought possible. Smiling she beckoned him to join her and he laughed. But slowly started walking towards the water's edge, the moonlight catching the happy glitter in his eye. It made her think of when she walked towards him on their wedding day, a week before.
It had been perfect.
It had been a dream.
They had it on their land. Just a small group of their family in New York and their mish mash of family in Seattle. It had been a short ceremony, but just like a fairy tale. The two had written their own vows, and even Mark had cried. The party after was held at Joe's, the scene of the original crime as Joe had put it, and almost every hospital employee had stopped by to congratulate them. Or at least attempt to, as Meredith and Derek had spent a good amount of time consummating their marriage in the washroom. It had been perfect.
"Don't you look pensive," Derek said, reaching her and wrapping his arms around her, "What happened to the dancing, Dr. Shepherd?"
"Dancing isn't all that much fun alone anymore," Meredith responded.
"I think I can fix that," Derek said, wrapping one arm around her and finding her hand with his other hand. And then he took a step, and soon they were waltzing, no music, but waltzing.
"Derek's we're waltzing," Meredith said, laughter bubbling up.
"You are so observant tonight, Dr. Shepherd?"
"We're waltzing in the ocean, to no music," Meredith said, through her tiny giggles.
"Would you like me to sing?" Derek offered, with a completely straight face.
"Please, no," Meredith said, stepping in closer to him and resting her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating steadily.
"Whatever you want, Dr. Shepherd," Derek said into her hair.
"Are you ever going to call me anything but Dr. Shepherd?"
"No, I don't think so," Derek responded with a laugh.
"Our kids are going to think you're weird," Meredith said with a laugh.
Derek laughed as well but didn't bother responding, just pulled her closer to him, humming their wedding song gently in her ear, as the two continued to dance under the moonlight, oblivious of the other few people on the beach who were looking at them oddly.
"I love you," Meredith whispered.
"I love you too."
And then in a flourish, he dipped her, holding her securely around the waist as he lowered her away from him, far enough so the tips of her hair was in the water. She saw the heat in his eyes and felt her skin flush. It was that way with them. One second they could be innocently enjoying the others company, the next they needed to rip the others close off.
He pulled her back up, and into a searing kiss, his lips mashing against hers, his tongue gently guiding past her opened teeth, finding its mate in her mouth. She let out a soft moan as he pulled her tongue into his mouth, gently sucking on it as his hands found a place on her bottom, pulling her closer to his arousal. Her hands found his hair, just as he pulled away.
"Let's go for a swim, Mer," Derek said huskily.
"Derek," Meredith hissed out, completely aware of the fact her heart was still racing, "we can't go swimming. I'm in a dress."
"It's just water," Derek said, a cute pout playing at his lips.
"Derek . . ."
But he cut her off. "Meredith Shepherd, this is our honeymoon. Next week we have to go back to our real jobs. And the stress that comes with them. And friends and family. And the stress that comes with them. And eventually our own children and the stress that comes with them. This week, this is our week. For us and us alone. So if we want to go swimming who cares that you're in a dress. It's our week. Live a little."
Without giving her a chance to respond his hand found hers and he started walking deeper in. She thought of protesting, of telling him just how much her dress cost, but he was Derek. Her husband. And she was far too happy to really care about how much her dress cost.
She wanted to go swimming.
The two walked giggling hand in hand, deeper and deeper into the water, pausing occasionally to make sure they didn't trip over themselves trying to kiss. Their clothes got wetter and wetter, heavier and heavier, but neither of them really cared. Finally, they reached the point where the water reached just above their shoulders and Derek stopped suddenly, pulling his wife into his arms with a crashing urgency.
Their lips found each other again, at a bruising strength, as he lifted her up so was higher and she wrapped her legs around his torso. Their lips pressed hard together, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as Meredith hands found their way around to play with his curls. His lips left her, and began exploring her neck, sucking and biting gently, running his tongue over her bare skin, loving the taste of her mixed with the salt of the ocean. He pulled her strapless dress down slightly, releasing her breasts to the fresh night air, sprinkling gentle kisses all over them.
Meredith gently pulled his head back from her chest, and kissed his swollen lips, gently licking them with her tongue. "Derek, now," Meredith breathed, millimeters away from his mouth.
He smiled at her, the smile that screamed nothing but sex and gently released her, his hands finding the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down slightly. And then he picked her up again, her legs wrapping around his again, as their lips crashed together desperately, not wanting to be apart for a second longer.
The two moved slowly in the water, their lips exploring each other and gently quivering at each others less than gentle touch, as he thrust gently against her, causing them to both moan quietly in pleasure. Their hands explored each other under the water, as they continued the dance they knew so well.
When they were done they walked back up the beach, on shaky knees and wrapped in each other's arms, giggling at what they had just done.
"Derek, we're both well off."
"Yes, Mer," Derek said, giggling at his wife's mood.
"We should buy an island. A Bahama or something. So we can do that more often," she breated out.
"I like the way you think," Derek said laughing. And then he pulled her into his arms, twirling her around as they reached the water's edge, pressing his lips against her, gently as they were still sore.
"My husband has gone crazy," Meredith said with a laugh as he lowered her to the ground.
"Happy, Mer, just happy," he laughed.
And then he saw her looking up at him, her hair curled slightly and frizzed from getting wet, her lips red and swollen, and her eyes shinning with a happiness that took his breath away. "Forever, Mer," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Forever," she whispered back, echoing the last words they had said to each other during their wedding.
The couple walked up the beach, still oblivious to anyone around them, hand in hand, their clothes dripping.
So that may have been my favourite chapter ever. In anything I have ever wrote. Ever. That was it. That was my favourite chapter. I mean, when I write my first novel, that scene is going to be in it. Just, I blew myself away. Good job Alicia, good job indeed.
So that's it.
That's all you get.
Thanks everyone who read this fic! Special thank you to those who reviewed (whether it was on here, or one of my friends who told me elsewhere). I write for the simple love of writing, but it's the fans that keep me posting. I really do love you all and appreciate all the kind words you send my way. One day, when I'm a famous writer and married to Patrick, I will find a way to thank you all.
Thank you so much!
Look for my next fic, which is at the moment untitled tomorrow. I was contemplating waiting to Friday but Katie will kill me. So tomorrow. It will be up tomorrow. Maybe before GA.
Btw reminder this fic has been dedicated to my person, Nat. I love her. And Nat, well you know that. I can't wait to meet you. Love love love you. This one was for you. Hence Derek's sister's name.
But this chapter was dedicated to Katie, as we love to get porny together. Well not in that way, just porny as in talking porny. About Meredith and Derek. So this chapter was for her.
Okay, done writing . . .
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