A/N: Thanks for Reading and Reviewing everyone. Work with me on this chapter here, guys, cause I love the paddie fluff, okay? And I'm seriously missing PrP so badly, I just had to write this. And then, when you get to the end, don't throw things, and just remember that I am an AddiePete shipper. Also when you get to the end press that little blue button and show me some love, or hate, if you hate it. I must know these things. It makes me better. enjoy!
Somehow, everyday for the next four weeks, Addison and Pete were able to finish a full day's work without pouncing on each other. It was more than impressive, if they could say so themselves. Even the other members of Oceanside had witnessed this and commented (much to the opposition of Addison and Pete, who still were demanding their friends respect an 'only comment on their relationship when asked--thank you very much' agreement) on what an exceptional job they were doing at not mixing their business with pleasure. That said, however, did not mean they didn't take every other available opportunity to partake in hot, sweaty marathon sex that always seemed to end up lasting way longer into the night then actually intended when the aforementioned sex first began. They were sure it must have had something to do with it being new, and something to do with the fact that they'd gone without it for the first six months of knowing each other. It was just so damn good that they couldn't get enough—but to be truthful they both were secretly hoping (just a little) the excitement of it being new and wonderful and all that would wear off eventually, but it hadn't—yet. It's not like they were complaining. They had fantastic sex, all the time. But they were tired. They had to try particularly hard most nights to keep their hands off of each other long enough to insure at least five hours of sleep, or else neither would be functional for work the following morning. But they weren't complaining—in fact if you asked anyone who knew them, they'd tell you they'd never seen either of them happier.

"Let's go away this weekend," Pete whispered to Addison as he stepped out of the shower behind her. She just chuckled at him and grabbed a towel off the rack and handed it to him as she quickly slipped into her robe. She wasn't taking him seriously, because to be honest, she heard him say it too frequently to expect him to mean it in any other way. It was a joke of theirs. Anytime Addie and Pete time got interrupted by one, or all, of their friends, they would smile and invite them inside and then Pete would lean in and whisper, "We should have gone away this weekend" just to make her smile, otherwise she might roll her eyes in frustration and scream at her friends to leave her and Pete alone. Although they made time nightly for the sex, it seemed like every weekend or free afternoon they had from work to spend some actual time together, someone always wanted to shop or play poker or was in need of a respective girls (or guys) night, and Addison and Pete were forced away from each other.

"Come on, Addison. On Friday, let's just go somewhere, anywhere."

When she heard him call her Addison, though, she knew he was serious. He never called her Addison anymore unless he was speaking with a serious tone. It was always Addie now, sometimes even Add when he was really trying to make her weak in the knees, which still wasn't that hard to do to begin with. She turned to look at him, and as sure as she'd expected, his face matched his serious tone of voice. "It's Thursday, Pete." She said leaning in and kissing him quickly, "There's no way we could just drop everything and get away tomorrow."

"But that's not you saying you don't want to go, though, right?" he replied with a smile. She can't help but match the smile he's giving her, and with that, he knew she definitely was agreeing. "Let me take care of it. Sam and Naomi owe me."

"Where would we even go?" she said turning from him and walking out into the bedroom.

"I don't care. We can go wherever you want, Santa Barbara. We could drive to San Diego, we could fly to San Francisco if you want to." he rambled, and she could tell he was extremely looking forward to having some alone time with his girl, and she couldn't help but smile like an idiot at him—again.

"Okay, let's go." She agreed, "Just you and me? What ever will we do?" Addison teased, "I love our friends, but I'm really getting tired of weekends without you, you know, for more than just sex."

"I'm definitely looking forward to Pete and Addie alone time." he said walking to her and wrapping his arms around her."Addie and Pete time is very much needed." She agreed with another kiss.

--

"No." Naomi stated plainly to Pete. "You can't drop everything and just leave. I have a practice to run here."

"Please, Naomi. Please. It's always Addie, Pete and someone else. We need to be with each other away from here, just us. Please." He begged, and the look he was giving her made her realize why it was so hard for her best friend to say no to him.

"If I say no, you're just going to go and ask Sam, aren't you?"He looked sheepishly at her; of course he was going to ask Sam, he'd just thought it would be polite to attempt to ask Naomi first. He gave Nae a small nod.

"Fine," she caved, shaking her head at him, but smiled, "Go. Take good care of our girl."

"I will." he agreed. Hurrying out the door, he realized he had a lot to do. Addison wasn't one to appreciate having no plans at all. He thought a destination and at least a place to stay should be something he figured out before he got her in the car.

--

So without another thought about jobs or friends, the next morning, Pete and Addison were on the road. Addison was hating being out of the loop, and had about a hundred questions for Pete about where they were going or what they were going to do, but Pete kept quiet for a while letting her fidget around in anticipation. She was skeptical and was hoping they weren't just driving without a particular destination, but the way Pete was smiling when she looked at him, relaxed and comfortable, made her breath deep and smile too. She was excited for a fun weekend away with just Pete.

After driving south on the PCH for a while, they ended up in Long Beach, and Addison was hoping this wasn't really where they were going to end up. He could see the worried look on her face, "Relax, Addie. We're going to Catalina Island, there's a boat, right over there, that's going to take us out there." he laughed a little at her, "I even booked a hotel room and everything, okay?" She let out another deep breath and was sure she was one hundred percent relaxed this time.

Three hours later they were walking around on the beach hand in hand talking about nothing in particular. In the afternoon Addison convinced Pete to follow her around as she shopped in the small stores, buying anything she thought was cute, but needing nothing she'd actually purchased. Pete did offer his own credit card rather quickly, though, after Addison had tried on a strapless sun dress she'd wanted his opinion on. She took the gesture as a very much yes and was excited that Pete was embracing the shopping. They watched the sun set that night from the balcony of their hotel room, Pete's arm holding her close, and although they both knew it was way too soon to be uttering certain words about how they felt or imagining things like forever, they both knew they were feeling those things anyway. They spent Saturday in bed, enjoying the simplicity of just being together. She was scratching his back as they watched football, Pete attempting to explain to Addison how everything worked. They called for room service and wound up talking all night instead of paying attention to the in room movie they'd ordered. Hours later when she didn't respond to something he'd said, Pete noticed she'd drifted off to sleep, so he pulled her close and fell asleep with her next to him.

When Sunday morning finally rolled around neither of them wanted to leave. This alone time was definitely what they needed and had brought them closer, they were sure. On the drive back Pete reached over and grabbed her had.

"This weekend was perfect." He said smiling at her.

"Pete—the 'nothing is ever perfect' guy, admitting something was perfect?" she teased.

"Ok, so maybe I was wrong when I said ever. I should have said…" but he didn't know what he should have said, and offered instead, "I've learned rather quickly to change my opinion on a lot of things, because of you."

"It really was perfect," she agreed.

--

The next few moths went by quickly—Pete's clothes were slowly making their way into her closet and what Addison referred to as 'crazy holistic voodoo crap' was finding it's way to night stands and random shelves throughout the house. There were some nights when one or both would work late and return to their own houses in accordance to the late hour or just for a night of alone time (which really just meant a full night sleep, since in the now four months they'd been together, they'd still yet to encounter a disappointing sexual experience), but more often that not, they absolutely disliked being without each other—even if meant sleeping a little less. They rarely fought or lost their tempers with each other, which sometimes worried them both when it seemed everything was going too perfectly. But sometimes after long days in which Addison lost babies, or mothers, she'd yell about petty things and take her frustrations out on him, and he'd let her, because he knew he was still going to be the one she wanted to hold when the yelling was done. Sometimes, if Pete had had a bad day too, he'd yell back just so she'd have someone to fight with, because he knew, that as much as Addison liked to yell, she enjoyed it even more when she had someone to play off of. They'd usually realize about half way through their arguments that they were meaningless and they would quickly forgive each other. He'd pull her into his arms and they'd agree to shrug it off as just another bad day.

If their friends could say that Pete and Addison's relationship were too good to be true without getting hit by both Addison and Pete, they would. But everyone at Oceanside knew they'd never seen either of them happier—which meant more to them than trying to figure out how they actually did it.

--

Before they knew it, it was May already and the warm California air had finally settled itself around them. Pete was all for the warm weather, of course, because Addison was back to wearing short dresses that showed of her unbelievably sexy legs and halter tops that revealed her exquisite back.

"So today…" Pete said, playfully kissing Addison's neck.

"Is going to be the worst work day ever." She interrupted. "I'm completely booked—over booked in fact. Not to mention, it's a girls/guys night again which means I won't even see you tonight." She pouted and tilted her face in to kiss his mouth.

"No, I mean the date today. Today."He emphasized the second today, like there was something that she was missing, but she stared at him completely puzzled.

"What do you mean today," she said mimicking his voice, but he gave her a blank stare. "Look, I don't have time to play this cute little game with you," she said standing and kissing his mouth again and then turning to grab her shoes from the side of the couch, "Just tell me so that I know and then I can get going, cause I've really got to get going."

"Ok, for one, you're not even paying attention to me, and also, you really don't remember what today is, do you?" he said disappointed, but she hadn't really noticed because she was busy collecting her things for work.

"It's May fifth, Pete, just another day…"

"No, it's not just another day. It's important and you're acting like it doesn't matter." He said, not yelling, but the tone in his voice had definitely changed, enough to make Addison stop what she was doing to turn to look at him.

"Wait, slow down," she said softly, "I didn't mean to make you upset. I honestly don't know what's so important about today and I certainly didn't mean to make you go all freaky on me just then."

"Well maybe that's the point," Pete said getting louder this time, "I can't believe that you're acting like it doesn't matter. When I remembered, me, the guy who… I never remember anything, I…" he was getting flustered.

"Pete, calm down," she said walking toward him and putting a hand on his chest, "just tell me…" she started but he interrupted.

"I shouldn't have to tell you. It doesn't mean anything if I have to tell you!"

Addison was really confused now. They'd had stupid and ridiculous arguments before but she always knew what they were fighting because of reasons having to do with nothing they were actually arguing about. This time was the first she felt hurt because he wasn't letting her fix the reason he was angry, and he wasn't even making sense.

"I'd better go," he offered, "I don't want this to turn into some fight where I say something I regret." He said calming his voice down, finally.

"Stay and talk to me," she said sweetly and tried to move closer to him.

"I should go. I'll call you later after poker tonight."

She watched him leave, still completely confused. She knew it wasn't a bad fight because he was obviously still talking to her and he'd leaned in and kissed her cheek before he'd turned to go, but it still didn't give her any clue as to what she did to set him off. She hated not knowing what in the hell it was that started the stupid argument in the first place, or why, for the first time, they couldn't fix it.

--

When Addison arrived at Violets that evening for Naomi's much needed girls night, she'd decided to keep her and Pete's argument to herself, at least until she found out what it the hell it was about. They quickly sat down and listened to Naomi ramble about how everything with her and Sam was changing, and that it was back to being weird between them because they couldn't decide who was moving back in with whom and if it would be weird for Maya to be living with her parents who weren't married.

The rambling from Naomi had lasted for a solid hour before she trailed off onto another thought, "…weird. You know what else is weird. You've been here a year, Addie."

"What," she said snapping out of her daze. She'd still been thinking about Pete and honestly hadn't really been listening until she heard Naomi saying her name.

"It was a year ago when you came down here, you know for your 'vacation'. Trashy novels, you doing crazy surgery on that insane surrogate woman who liked having sex with as many men as she…"

"You making out with Pete." Violet interrupted

"What did you say?" Addison said looking at her, paying total attention now.

"Ok, so it wasn't a make out, but you admitted there was tongue." Violet laughed.

"Oh my god, Today. He kissed me. A year ago today." She shook her head, it was stupid, extremely, but he had remembered and she didn't, and now she felt terrible. "I have to go."

--

When Addison arrived at Sam's she immediately ran to the back. It was warm enough and she figured they'd be playing poker outside. When she reached the back deck, though, she saw through the glass that they were inside in the kitchen. She knew better that to just burst into a guy's night, so just stood outside the window for a while. Cooper finally was the first to see her standing here.

"Dude, you're girlfriend's totally spying on us." He said in his usual Cooper-like tone.

When Pete turned and met Addison's eyes through the window he could tell she was all jittery and bouncy, nervous, but the huge smile on her face told him she'd figured it out. He smiled back at her for so long he hadn't realized he'd left her standing outside until Sam had walked over to the door to let her in.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam said looking back and forth from Pete to Addison as they continued to smile at each other.

"He kissed me." She said through her grinning teeth.

"Who kissed you?" Copper said sounding utterly confused and Sam's expression was saying the same thing, but Pete, still smiling, made his way over to where she was standing.

"Pete kissed me." She clarified—but they were still as confused as Addison was earlier. When Pete reached her, she spoke again, "I didn't mean to forget. I couldn't forget."

"It was stupid of me to get so angry about it. It was just a kiss." He said rubbing the back of her arm with his hand.

"Just a kiss?" she repeated playfully. "That was a great kiss—an excellent kiss." He was still smiling but she knew there was one thing she could say that would really get him, "It's why I moved here, remember?"

He laughed out loud at another running joke of theirs, "The truth finally comes out," he said taking her in his arms and kissing her, reminiscent of the very first one they'd shared, before they pulled away quickly realizing they were still in the presence of Sam and Cooper.

The look Addison was giving Pete, however, was enough to make him realize that if they didn't excuse themselves they'd be showing their friends something neither of them wanted Sam and Cooper to see. Although they were sure that if Cooper had his way, he'd watch willingly.

"Deal me out the next couple rounds, guys." Pete stated as he backed Addison out the door.

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her mouth up against his. He carried her quickly across the path to her house and their clothes were off as soon as the door was closed behind them. They didn't even make it onto the couch the first time, or the second, when they thought about it. They were more up against it, than actually on it, and by the third time, they'd given up on trying for the couch all together.

"You're not going back to poker night." Addison said between breaths and kissing Pete's neck.

"Absolutely not," he agreed. As much as he liked poker, Addison panting on top of him couldn't beat anything.

"Mmmm," she moaned into his chest, "Why is sex always better on the floor?" she giggled.

"I always thought it was best in the shower—or the bedroom door—

"The acupuncture table." She interrupted and they were both laughing remembering the day they'd slipped and broken the no sex at work rule.

"I have an idea," Pete said, sitting them both up, he quickly stood and was at the back window peering through the curtains.

"What are you looking for?" she said, standing and pulling his shirt on over her head.

"No, naked, must stay naked." He called to her and she raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm making sure there's no one on the beach."

"Why." She asked finally making her way over to where he was standing.

"Because we're being spontaneous, Add. Take my shirt off, now." He said and then stared at her, waiting for her to take it off.

"We're doing what naked, exactly?"

"Skinny dipping." He stated with an adorably large smile on his face.

"Ooohh no. no. no. Someone will see us. I do not need any more people around here seeing me naked." She said seriously, but he was laughing at her.

"You don't know any of your other neighbors and Sam's already seen you before. I don't see the problem. Let's just do it." he said giving her that look.

"Why can't I just wear your shirt until we get down to the water?" she questioned.

"It's more fun if we just run down there naked." He said grinning like and idiot.

"You're really excited about this." She realized, matching his smile, "Fine." She agreed and pulled his shirt off, "But if anyone sees us, I'm going to hurt you."

But he was too busy to respond to her threats because he was pulling her out the door by the hand and before she could protest anymore they were already running down the beach. He let go of her arm and continued into the water, but she waited standing at the edge of the water with her arms crossed over her chest. "It's cold," She whined.

"Not if you get in here next to me." He promised, and she did as she was instructed. She swam out to him and they treaded water for a few minutes and he laughed at her bottom lip that was quivering from the cold water. "Cold?" he asked stupidly and she gave him an extremely annoyed and frustrated look. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms over hers and she pulled her arms under his and held on tightly to his back. He could feel her body tremble, and he laughed again at her for being such a girl. But he leaned in and kissed her passionately and when her tongue parted his lips he wrapped his arms tighter around her. The deep kiss was enough to send warm after-shocks through her body and his hard chest pressed against hers was starting to warm her. When he pulled back to look at her, she couldn't help but smile her biggest smile at him. They held each other, riding the dull waves for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other and the sound of the ocean around them.

"Addison?"

She leaned in and kissed his mouth, "What?" she answered playfully wondering if he was going to tease her again for being too girly and cold.

"I love you." He whispered softly, "I'm… so in love with you." He said, sounding sure and not nervous at all.

She was smiling as soon as she heard him say it, it she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to stop now. She leaned in and kissed him again and put her forehead against his, "I'm in love with you too, Pete."

Their lips where together once again and they hadn't noticed how close they'd gotten to the shore again. Before she knew it, he was pressing her back into the sand.

"Pete. Someone will see us." She protested, but she could tell by the way he'd continued kissing down her neck to her chest, that she wasn't winning this one either and fisted her hand into his hair and pulled him closer.

Sex on the beach was definitely going on Addison and Pete's best places to have done it list.

--

They snuck back to the house and quickly showered the sand from unusual places you wouldn't particularly like finding sand. With Pete in his boxers and Addison in his shirt they whispered I love you's again, quickly realizing it felt way too good for them not to say, and possibly trying to make up for months of feeling that way, but never uttering the words, they held each other close and drifted off to sleep.

They both awoke the next morning to a loud banging and the doorbell ringing.

"Who in the hell," Pete mumbled still half asleep, looking for his watch, "What time is it?"

"Eight Thirty," Addison yawned and the doorbell rang again preceded by even louder knocking.

"We have to get it. They aren't going away. It's obviously someone who knows we're here." She said trying to push him out of bed, when she said we, she meant he.

"Anyone who knows we're here knows better than to interrupt us at eight on a Saturday morning." Pete stated, annoyed. But the ringing and knocking continued, and he angrily threw the covers of and stood from the bed.

"Wait, I'm coming, too," She said hopping up and jumping from the bed grabbing on around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. "You don't think, someone saw us last night, do you?" she said as they made their way down the hall, "Oh my god, someone saw us."

"Nobody saw us," he said as he reached the door. "We hate you for making us get out of bed!" he screamed, still holding Addison on his hip with one arm and opening the door with the other.

It wasn't anyone that Pete recognized, but the look on Addison's face when she'd dropped herself to the ground to stand beside him, told him exactly.

It took her a minute to find her words. She just stared, and then swallowed hard. "What in the hell are you two doing here?"