Behind closed doors.
Part six: b
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Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and other related characters and ideas are owned, ™ and © by The Mark Gordon Company and Shondaland Productions in association with Touchstone Television and ABC. No copyright infringement is intended. So, don't sue.
AN: Set during end of the episode 'Into you like a train.'
Rating: R for this part.
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After Derek's mini-breakdown in the elevator in front of Bailey, Derek kept his head down and quickly made his way to the attending locker room. Rounding the corner to where his locker was, he stopped short when he saw that Addison was changing. His eyes taking in her long legs as she stepped into her skirt. Smiling he walked closer, stilling her hands zipped up her skirt himself.
"Thanks," Addison smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
As she took in his red rimmed eyes and the expression on his face she quietly asked "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Derek said as started to change into his street clothes.
"Are you ready to go?" Derek asked a few minutes later.
"Yes," Addison replied as she picked up her coat and bags.
Derek briskly led the way out of the hospital, anxious to leave so that he could continue his emotional breakdown. He glanced at Addison in surprise when she grasped his arm and matched her step to his. Meeting her husband's eyes, she merely smiled faintly. After a moment, Derek's other hand briefly covered her hand as he led her to his car.
After opening the car door for Addison, Derek's hand grabbed her elbow. Confused, she turned to him and was pleasantly surprised to find herself being pulled into his arms. Tentatively her arms came around to hug him back.
The drive to the hotel was made in silence. Instead of being dropped off at the front of her hotel, Addison was silently relieved when Derek parked the car and reached for his overnight bag.
As they entered the hotel room, Derek stood back and watched as Addison closed the drapes before she tiredly started to pull off her clothing. As she had stripped down to her panties and she crawled into bed, Derek winced as he noticed the faint bruises on her back and hips.
As Derek crawled in next to her, he was sure that she was asleep before her head touched her pillow. Just to be sure he waited a few heartbeats before he turned on his side facing her, and allowing his fingers to lightly trail along her face. When her soft skin started to beg to be touched, he leaned in and pressed several open mouth kissed against Addison's jaw line.
His eyes softened at the sound of her laughing softly in response to his kisses. The sheet moved, giving him a glimpse of the rounded curve of her breast. His eyes darkened as he felt himself respond. The sight of Addison naked in their bed always made him ache, a deep-seated urge. Just the thought of her waiting for him even to that day still makes his mouth go dry.
Addison smiled faintly as her stomach fluttered happily at her husband's intense gaze. With another laugh she pushed him backwards before straddling him and crushing her lips against his.
Derek's hands reached up to cup his wife's breast as the kiss heated up, he couldn't seem to be able to stop touching her. It wasn't long before he gently eased Addison onto her back, so that he could pull off her panties. After kicking off his boxers, he made his way back up to her lips, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He paid special attention to the fingertip sized bruises on her hips.
Addison's fingers dug into his shoulder as her husband pressed into her, before she eased her legs around his hips. This time, he set a slow and leisurely pace, knowing that Addison was already bruised enough from their previous encounters and that after that talk with Danny it was what he needed to reconnect with his wife.
Afterwards, Derek stared down at is sated wife, her red hair fanned out across the bed as she slept. Brushing the back of his hand against her cheek, he pressed a swift kiss to it before tenderly tucking the bed sheet around her naked body.
Derek stopped in the bathroom in front of the mirror and asked himself what he was doing. After a few minutes when he realized that that the answer was not forth coming, sighing he stepped into the shower.
As the warm water streamed down Derek's bent head, he recalled how he had always thought of them. How it seemed always seemed like she was hard-wired into him, just him. Addison's reactions to him had always been instinctual. Her response to each caress, each nuzzle against her soft skin, each smoldering glance, the same old standard moves had reinventing themselves and to accommodate her, only her. She filled his senses, made all similar exchanges with anyone else cheap and tawdry in comparison. It scared Derek because he found himself wanting to climb back into her warm embrace and never let her go. Regardless of what had happened in the past few months, she was still the only person that he couldn't deny anything. It was moments like this that made it hard for Derek to remember why he was mad at Addison.
Derek's inner musings were interrupted when the shower curtain behind him was suddenly moved aside. Derek smiled smugly as he took in Addison's tousled hair, well loved lips and unreadable eyes.
Concerned, Derek drew Addison to him before whispering, "What's wrong, Addie?"
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Addison's chest had tightened painfully when she realized that she was alone in their bed, again. Tears prickled in her eyes as she sat up in bed. Sighing, she slowly moved to the edge of the bed, her legs were feeling shaky like jell-o. Addison just continued to sit there for a little bit reasoning that she wasn't sure if her legs would even hold her up, not because a small part off her was waiting for Derek to come back.
Her fingers plucked at the sheets as she got lost in her thoughts. Horrified, she realized that she was pining over Derek. When Derek has left New York, Addison had promised herself that she would not moon over Derek Shepherd again. Why did she let him get close again? A small voiced answered because he was the only guy to have ever made it past her defenses. The only man who, by merely giving her a smoldering look or a lingering caress, could reduce her to a quivering mess even when she was upset with him. The thought that he could leave her so easy hurt. It bruised her, to think that his feelings for her weren't as deep as hers were for him.
Addison was torn from her thoughts when she heard the shower turn on. The relieved feeling that engulfed her that Derek hadn't left her again caused her to sag backwards onto the bed. She waited until she had her emotions somewhat under control before shakily moving to join her husband in the shower.
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Addison avoided her husband's eyes, as she trailed her hand down his chest softly replied, "Nothing."
Derek not to be deterred as she shrugged off his question grasped her chin and forcing her to look him in the eyes, "What's the matter, Addison?"
Addison's eyes were sad as she whispered, "When I woke up alone, I just thought that you left again."
"Oh, Addie," Derek replied as he hugged her tightly not knowing what to say to take that look out of her eyes.