This is basically just a short Addek one-shot squee using a holiday as an excuse to write it.

AU Addek with no Mark/Seattle/Meredith drama.

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Addison heard Derek open the front door, place his bag on the floor, and slip out of his shoes. She knew he'd be putting them neatly next to one another on the mat before walking from the foyer. She knew this because he had entered the house the same way for the past 15 years.

"What's all this?" he asked as he saw her sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by eggs and cups filled with different colored liquids.

As he stopped behind her chair and placed his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing gently, she replied, "This is called dying eggs. You have three sisters and a hundred nieces and nephews. Haven't you done this before?

"Of course I have. I've just never seen you do it."

"Oh. Well, I wanted to this year. It's….therapeutic… in a way." Addison balanced an egg on a spoon and contemplated which color it should have.

"If you say so." His hands slipped from her shoulders and slid down the sides of her arms.

"Derek, you're going to knock off my egg."

He bent down and began placing soft pecks from his lips onto a small spot on her neck under her right ear. "Mmmm, sorry," he mumbled.

Addison giggled, "No, you're not."

Derek picked his head up for a second and replied, "No, not really."

Taking his hand and surrounding Addison's, he guided her hand holding the spoon with the egg toward the cup with green liquid inside of it. Gently turning her hand, they watched as the egg slipped off of the spoon and plopped into the water. He took the spoon from her fingers and placed it onto the table. "I have other therapeutic plans for these hands."

Smirking, she pulled his head towards hers and met his lips. After breaking their kiss, she said, "I guess the eggs can wait."

Derek took her hand and helped her rise from the chair. He then led her up the staircase to their bedroom. Once inside, they both began undressing. "I'm impressed."

Addison raised an eyebrow while slipping out of her slacks. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Derek chuckled and replied, "You left the kitchen a mess. I'm flattered."

Addison playfully slapped him on the arm. "Shut up. I'm not that anal."

Laughing, Derek grabbed her arm and gently tossed her onto the bed. "You are that anal, but I wouldn't love you any other way."

:)