His kiss was somewhat violent, deep and passionate. Addison's leg remained wrapped around his torso while her hands explored his body. "I think...mmm" she managed between kisses.

She lost her thought when his hand ventured between her thighs, she felt his smile against her face. He began to press kisses into her chest, then torso-following the same trail as his hand. Addie's back arched the second he kissed her folds causing Derek's free hand to reach for hers, twisting their fingers together.

He gently pulled her legs up to have full possession of what was once his. You're perfect. For a moment all that was heard was the sound of their harsh breathing. He could see her body writhing, helpless under his touch.

Derek began to make his way back up, "Sweety," he whispered as he feathered a kiss to her prominent hip. His mind became lost in her perfect body; the curves, small breasts, delicate fingers. So engrossed that only when he was kissing her fingers did he notice a hitch in her breathing. That's when he saw water glisten down her face.

He quickly sat up to have her join him and caress his exwifes face, "Ads?"

Breathing in deep before meeting his eyes, "I-," she knew she had to pace herself in order to prevent sobbing.

Derek's thumb brushed her cheek as her breathing slowed. Addison glanced up to see his tired face, features trimmed by the light shining through the window.

"You didn't before," his eyes were stuck on her stomach, watching her ribs reappear with every breath she took, "so talk to me now."

And what? What do I say, sorry I just wanted to screw you and not fool around? Sorry, I never realized that you wanted to take your time?

"I want to-"

The red head cut him off, "You don't just have sex," she paused, trying to articulate her words. "You take your time." Their gazes met.

"I don't just want to be with you." His eyes seemed to dig deeper, "I want to know every inch of you." He didn't want to touch her further for fear of upsetting her.

Addison was reminded of every time she was too caught up with her own wants to realize that Derek tried to take his time. I never gave him the chance to know.

Irritated with herself, Addie pulled him into a hard kiss that Derek quickly broke. His head leaned against hers, careful of her cut, and with every word he spoke, his warm breath flooded her face, "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

Pick me, chose me, love me. The red head positioned her lips right at Derek's ear, "Know me."

Addison knew those words unlocked a dangerous thing; she didn't care. Between his hands and mouth, every inch of her body had been found with moans of her own name. She had no attention to spare to self-ridiculing thoughts of her past self.

Derek knew what he was doing, teasing until Addie would almost break, and letting go. When he was done on his adventure, he remembered exactly how she like it. Preparing himself in knowing it would be over quickly, he spared one last delicate kiss to the gash on her head. He lined himself up with her opening and tucked his head into her shoulder as he quickly pushed into her.

The sound Addie released was unfamiliar to him, she was always tight but this time so wet. They both reveled in the moment of being together again. But after seconds it wasn't enough.

Derek grasped a handful of short fiery red hair as he pulled out and thrust back in to her warm body. After multiple times they found their rhythm, Addie's nails dug into Derek's back as he continued in and out of her. One of her legs wrapped tight around him only to let him deeper into her.

When Derek pulled out of a deep, messy kiss and Addie knew he was there. She felt him let go inside of her, sending her over the edge too.

Derek lay on Addison's bare chest as she lazily ran her fingers through his hair, trying to ignore her pounding head. Uneasy with the silence Addie broke it with, "That was better than the how many fingers and name questions."

She felt her lover silently laugh atop of her. He finally pulled out of her, he stood, put his boxers on and went to the wall closet as Addie sat up, confused. Was it bad for him?

He returned to the bed where he propped up two pillows on the side opposite of Addison, he had gauze in the other hand. Why are you acting like nothing just happened?

Derek saw the distress in his exwifes eyes, "Ads, come here," he held his hand out across the bed. "I want your head up so we can stop that bleeding," gesturing to the blood soaked comforter.

With relief Addie touched her head, "jesus, I thought that was sweat." She crawled across the bed to Derek, where she laid her head on the pillows.

"That hurts," she slowly kept pulling her head from his hands.

"That's not what you said the first time you bled on my bed," he smirked as she shot him an amused look. He bent down to kiss her nose, "Now stop moving or I will hold you down."

Addie raised an eyebrow, " You're in charge."

He finally got the bleeding to stop and noticed her body awake with goosebumps again, "Have you become a desert dweller?"

"This weather is inhumane," she joked as he tucked her under the warm blankets.

Derek made his way to the other side of the bed and crawled in himself, "Hey Ads.?"

She rolled toward him and tucked her cold feet under his legs to warm them,"Hm?"

He held up three fingers which were quickly knocked down as she nestled into his side. Within seconds they were asleep.