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Previously: Baby decorating and evil Derek tortures Addison in a very intimate way
Summary: Over dinner out, Derek shares two pieces of news with Addie unsure of her reaction. Addison's hormones get the best of her in more than one way.
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Chapter 29: All's Well that Ends Well
Derek stood in Donald's door, "yes?"
"Derek, please come in," Donald was smiling, that was new.
"What's going on," Derek questioned slumping into the chair tiredly.
"She was found not guilty, or rather the charges were dropped," Donald sighed, "there's no way they had enough evidence against her to prosecute.
Derek felt a wave of relief sweep through him and he grinned with a flash of energy, "So we're done?"
"Yes," Donald nodded.
Derek knew Addison would also share his excitement.
"I called you in here for another reason," Donald hesitated, "out in Seattle, there's a conference next weekend on personalized brain cancer vaccine, I'd like you to go."
Derek raised his eyebrows curiously, "oh?" Maybe she wouldn't be so excited.
"I understand if you can't, but I think you'd enjoy it, and I can't go. Someone needs to." Donald eyed him.
"Yeah," he was deep in thought, Addison really wouldn't be that happy with him. Maybe if he accompanied it with the other good news. He'd have to find someway to break them both to her, maybe in public.
"Okay," he nodded, "I'll talk to her."
Derek stood inside his front door preparing himself to see his beautiful wife. He only hoped she wouldn't mind him being gone, after all they didn't live together currently and he was going to be around more now that the whole malpractice issue was off the table. However with her moods and their recent attempt to reconnect, he wasn't so sure if she'd be supportive.
"Derek," she appeared at the top of the stairs wrapped in a towel and he grinned as his thoughts derailed.
"What a nice welcome home vision," he teased.
"Dinner?" she beamed at him and he nodded.
"Let's go out dancing," she vanished leaving him to wonder what she was talking about.
"Addie, I don't really dance much," he sighed, "I don't dance at all."
Suddenly she appeared with her hands planted on her fists.
"Don't be silly," she glared at him.
"Well I do, I dance for you, rarely," he amended.
"Well tonight is one of those nights," and she was gone again.
"Addison," he made his way up the stairs wondering if he could still talk her out of it.
"Derek," she mimicked from the bedroom.
He leaned against the door and tried not to stare; his sexy wife was dressed in skimpy black lace bra and was pulling on a clingy black dress with a slightly looser skirt. It was perfect for dancing.
"Jesus Addie," he breathed out.
"You like what you see," she teased him as she adjusted the top straps examining herself in the mirror, and he nodded. His mind was already imagining what he could do to her.
"Derek," she warned him and he shook himself out of it grinning unashamedly.
Addison knew the second trimester was when her sex drive would be the worst, but she somehow wanted him again. Their impromptu fun in the baby's room the day before reminded her how good he was at, well being her husband.
"Let's go," she made for the door with her clutch in hand.
"Do I get a say in where we go," he complained walking downstairs behind her.
"Pondarosa," she replied.
He sighed, "Apparently not," muttering quietly, but not subtly enough.
"What?" His wife glared at him again and he shook his head hastily.
"I'm ready," and he was, to find a way to get his evil revenge for this torturous adventure. He also could tell her the news over dinner, perfect.
Addison studied her husband, she was secretly grateful he'd come along so easily. She expected there to be arm twisting involved.
Much to her surprise he had followed her out the door with only mild complaints.
"So I have a few pieces of news," his voice was hesitant and she tensed. That was why; he was trying to get in her good graces. However, he had come and she vowed to listen with an open mind. How she wished she could drink.
"What," and he ignored the tightness in tone.
"The malpractice was dropped," he grinned and her eyes widened.
"Really?!" she was thrilled, it was good news.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Are you okay," she wondered what was wrong with him. He sounded weird.
"Well, yeah it's great news, but there's one other thing," and she braced herself again, hating that her reaction was so far out of her control.
"What is that," she questioned feeling he was more nervous about telling her this.
"Donald has this four day conference he wants me to attend, some new cutting edge research," Derek met her eyes, "I told him I'd talk it over with you before I gave him my answer."
She didn't know what to say, there was no logical reason he couldn't go. Four days wasn't that long, and the baby was doing fine.
"Okay," and yet there was something odd about the situation.
"You don't have to say yes right away," he reminded her.
"Why not," she forced a bright smile, "I'm sure it will be quite informational, and it's only four days," almost like she was trying to convince herself.
"Yeah," he hesitated, "I think he wants me to give him the run-down on what is presented and see if we can possibly become a test hospital for it," it was a feeble attempt to justify the trip.
"I'm not going to put you under house arrest Derek," she assured him.
"I thought I'd visit Adele and Richard," he mentioned and her face lit up.
"That's a good idea, it's been forever," she nodded.
The dinner itself was silent, and Derek wasn't sure what he should say to break the hush. She seemed alright with it, but Addie didn't always show how she was feeling.
"I'll be right back," his wife stood and vanished into the hallway towards the rest rooms. Feeling a pang Derek stood and followed her knowing an apology of some sort was probably in order.
After he made his way through the dancing room and into the darkened hallway, he heard a muffled sob coming from the bathroom. He paused outside the door glancing around for signs of other people.
"Addie baby," he opened the door glancing around inside, no one was there. She was standing at the sink wiping tears away.
"Derek you shouldn't be in here," she responded.
"Are you alright," he was nervous.
"Fine, sorry it's the hormones," she excused her tearful face and he sighed.
"I won't go if you need me here," he assured her.
"I don't need you here Derek," damn her emotions, "I just," she stopped.
"What?" He stepped towards her.
"I want you," and that was the bottom line. She could survive without him, but she just wanted him to be with her. Addison was usually so independent and she hated how weak and hopeless she felt when he told her he was flying across the country, even if it was just for the weekend.
His lips crushed hers pushing her against the wall and she almost stumbled, his strong arms caught her and she surrendered.
"Derek," that was all she managed to get out before she lost the battle to speak.
Derek knew it wasn't the best time or place. Anyone could walk in and nothing was really settled between them. Yet he couldn't resist her, he wanted her to know he wanted her too.
"Stall," she gasped and he moved them into the stall on the end and pushed her up against the solid wall fumbling as he attempted to lock the door.
"Someone might come in," she didn't stop kissing him.
"We'll be quick," he promised and her hands reached for his belt.
He pushed the skirt part of her dress back and nearly lost it, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Oh god Addison," he could barely speak.
She felt a flash of delight in her decision to go commando.
"You approve," she whispered seductively and he just moaned in response.
He was about to grasp both her wrists but she stopped him and before he knew it she slid down in front of him.
"Addison," he was seeing stars and he closed his eyes bracing himself against the wall.
She grinned evilly, it was her revenge, sweet revenge she decided, for his springing the news he was leaving her…again.
Derek pulled her up again not wanting to have his release without her. He shoved the skirt up and pulled her right leg up allowing him access. She clutched his back pulling him towards her and inhaling sharply at the sensation as he moved inside her. They paused briefly before he began a slow steady motion. Suddenly a noise made them both freeze.
Her eyes widened questioningly, and Derek shook his head in annoyance as the sound of heels made their way into the stall next to them.
Addison bit her lip to keep from making a sound, laughter or anything. Why did people always manage to have such bad timing? First Donald and now this?
Derek suddenly moved subtly against her, and she glared at him with all the annoyance she could muster biting on her lip. Her husband of course, could always be counted upon.
He moved again in the same way, against her sensitive spot, and she felt herself tremble, how she hated him right now. She would never be able to live this down if the woman figured out they were in here. Pregnancy made her irrational, but she was still proper, still Addison Montgomery Forbes, it was the Shepard on the end that made this whole situation happen to begin with she grouched to herself. Anything she did would make noise, except…
Derek was rather enjoying the position he had his wife in. He felt powerful, after all she was pinned up against the wall and they couldn't make a sound, but he could decidedly make her writhe while they waited, how fun, and yet suddenly…
His jaw clenched as he felt her clamp down around him and his hands, clasped around hers as they pressed them against the tile wall, dug into her in a frantic attempt to take out his frustration.
Her lips softly and silently met his as her eyes danced, 'two can play this game,' he didn't need verbal confirmation to know what was running through her head.
They kept up their battle of torturing each other as the person washed her hands and left.
As soon as the door shut, all Derek had to do was thrust twice into her and they both came in absolute desperation.
"Oh god," she groaned.
"You are evil," he accused.
"Well you started it," she retorted and he just sighed.
"This doesn't make you leaving any better," she warned him.
"I really don't have to go," he studied her face searching for her real feelings.
"I want you to," she sighed, "just come back to me."
He nodded kissing her sweaty forehead, "I promise. I'll always show up."
As they exited Addison couldn't help but feel let down and Derek, although he was excited about seeing Richard and Adele as well as attending the conference, sensed that she was hiding how she really felt. He didn't want to push her anymore at the moment to talk to him, but he made a mental note to bring it up again soon.
