Meredith and Derek

"Remind me never to be in another wedding on a yacht," Cristina grumbled, trying to finish her make-up in the tiny bathroom. Owen chuckled from their cabin.

"How's the seasickness?" he called out.

"Getting better!" She took a sip of ginger ale and sighed. Prone to seasickness all her life, she was having a miserable day.

He came to the door, checking his watch. "It's almost show time."

"I know, I know. My throwing up slowed me down."

He rubbed her shoulders as she continued to apply her make-up.

"I have to ask," he said softly. "It is just seasickness, right?"

"It is," she said. Then added, "I took a test, just to be sure. No shotgun weddings in our future."

He squeezed her shoulders. "Okay."

She looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was looking down. She smiled softly and slipped off her robe, making Owen look up. He whistled. "You're wearing that under your dress?"

She smirked and cocked a hip provocatively. "You like?" She was dressed in red lacy lingerie, including a garter belt.

"I love," he said, grasping her hips.

"No time," she said. "Pass me my dress."

He sighed and helped her into her scarlet maid of honour dress. "Are you trying to make me all hard throughout the ceremony, thinking of you standing up there wearing that?"

"Yes. Let's go."


"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

The crowd cheered as the happy couple kissed. There was no happy running down the aisle - the deck of the yacht didn't exactly have an aisle. Instead, Cristina, the maid of honour, leaned over and hugged her person, triggering an onslaught of well-wishers to stand up and surround them.

Cristina gave Derek a playful punch on the shoulder, then carefully extricated herself from the mass of people. She lifted up the folds of her dress so that the silky material didn't get caught on one of the many chairs placed on the deck.

"Let me help you," Owen's voice rumbled behind her. He started moving chairs so she could walk to the other side of the deck. She squeezed his hand as they turned and looked at the mass of people surrounding the bride and groom.

"You looked so damn hot up there," he breathed into her ear, pulling her close. Close enough to make her smile. He had been thinking of her lingerie. Just as much as she had been thinking of him removing it from her.

"Come on, nobody will miss us," she murmured, grabbing his hand.

They quietly slipped away, making their way to the tiny cabin that was theirs for the night. As soon as they were inside, Cristina started pulling on her dress. "Help me get it off. We can't get it wrinkled for the photos."

He eagerly unzipped the back and helped her pull it off without tearing anything. Then he pulled off his jacket and undid his pants while she laid back on the small bed, bending a leg and crooking her finger suggestively.

"You're a terrible tease," he muttered, lying on top of her and kissing her. He rubbed his hardness against her.

"I think I'm a very good tease," she retorted. "You like it when I tease. You like it when – watch the hair – when I wear lingerie just for you."

"Damn right," he muttered, moving down to unsnap her belt and yank off her panties. Without preamble, he stuck two fingers in her, testing her wetness. "Mm." She heard the rustling of clothes and all of a sudden he was in her, thrusting urgently.

She grinned and kissed him hungrily. He stuck his hand between them, firmly massaging her clit. In no time at all, he was grunting against her neck as he spilled within her. She moaned and arched against him, his fingers still working on her. Once she was sated, he rolled off of her.


"Oh wow," she agreed. He laughed and reached for her hand.

A pounding on the door disturbed their contentment. "Cristina?" Alex bellowed. "It's time to take photos!"

"Be right there!" she called out, sitting up. "Where are my panties?" she hissed at Owen, who had already rolled off the bed and started pulling up his underwear and pants.

"Right here," he said, picking them up off the floor – and sticking them in his pants pocket.

"Give them to me!" she whispered, making a grab for them.

"You can have them back tonight," he smirked, reaching for her dress. "Now do up your belt and put this back on."

"You are a bastard," she growled, obeying him, as Alex pounded on the door again. She lifted her arms so he could drop the dress over her head.

"I'll be thinking of you going commando under your dress," Owen whispered in her ear, before he zipped her up again. "You're going to be all bare by midnight."

And so it was that Cristina had an unusually large smile in Meredith and Derek's wedding photos.