What the- His eyes are open now. His brain is not quite up to speed yet. The dull feeling in his head is telling him to go back to sleep. Derek slowly turned his head to the side to look beside him. The bedside where there was normally a mane of red hair on the pillow and a hip covered in silk so soft, your hand would slip off when trying to reach for it. This time however, it was empty. Had she already gone to the hospital? What day was it today, Saturday? Looking as far as his eyes would allow there was no sign of Addison.

He knew he had left his phone in his coat pocket last night and that was a lot farther than he was willing to go for the time or Addison's whereabouts for that matter. He quickly glanced over to the alarm clock on Addison's side of the bed. It must have been what, four hours ago that he went to sleep? It sure felt like minutes. He had crawled into bed next to Addison worn out after an emergency surgery. Slowly Derek closed his eyes again and managed to drift into a comfortable sleep again.

Thud.

What the f- there was that insufferable sound again that woke him up in the first place. His eyes were not only open but he was awake now.

That's it.

He threw off the covers and got out of bed in just his boxer shorts he'd slept in. He padded towards the living area of the trailer while trying to rub the sand out of his eyes with his right hand. That's when he heard it again. He quickly opened his eyes and looked where the sound was coming from. That was when he saw her.

She wasn't at the hospital, his wife was right here.

Crouched down under the cupboard below the sink, her hands around a wrench working a mile a minute.

That wasn't the first thing he noticed though.

What Derek noticed how little his wife was wearing. Ever since they decided to work on their marriage and she moved into the trailer, they had worn more to bed than usual. Addison had started out wearing full silk sets like she did during NYC winters, then there was a period of time where she wore negligée's. However they barely even touched each other and their sex life had gone downhill since getting back together. So soon after that, Derek had noticed she seemed to be more conscious again about what she wore to bed.

She must have been just as tired as him last night, because they were both not wearing their complete sleeping attire. She clearly had not changed out of her sleeping clothes yet. The shirt she was wearing barely covered her ass. Her mile long legs were completely exposed, from her ankles all the way up to her thighs. Wait, was that his shirt?

He didn't understand what was happening to him. He knew he despised her, the woman not 5 feet apart from him, his adulterous wife. They hadn't been doing well lately. Addison had been trying hard, trying to talk to him, trying to get closer physically. However every time they got close, Derek was reminded of what she had done. Something small.. a smell, a sound, a word, would remind him of new York or Mark or the sheets and he would be right back where he started. A lot of times he couldn't keep the dark, sarcastic remarks to himself and even Addison would feel attacked.

But he couldn't turn away now. Not when she was sitting in front of him like this, dressed like that. God, have some self-control. What are you, twelve.

Derek cleared his throat and Addison's head whipped up right against the top of the cupboard.

''Argh'' she murmured while rubbing the possible bump that was forming.

She sat down on the back of her lower legs and glared at Derek until she saw his sleepy expression. Her ocean eyes went big and locked with his. The rest of her features were just as delicate. From the curve of her nose to the long eyelashes that fluttered when she rubbed her head. Addison had always been naturally beautiful without makeup.

''Shit, I woke you up didn't I?'' She but her lip.

Yes. Yes, you did. Something came over him. The way she was sitting in his t-shirt, she looked so much like she did when they were in med school and instead of telling the truth, he wanted to quell her worry.

''Not at all. I just came out to make some coffee'' he looked at the wrench and asked ''what are you exactly doing?''

''Oh, you know, I can put a fresh pot on for you!'' she brushed her hair back out of her face and stood up. Addison started saying something else but everything was muted when the shirt was now barely covering her pelvic region and ass.

He wasn't sure if she didn't know or just didn't care.

''That's alright'' he said but her hands were already busying themselves with scooping coffee into the filter.

''I actually picked up some of that Columbian dark roast that you like at whole foods''

He watched her move around the little trailer kitchen, the t-shirt coming dangerously close to showing him more than he could handle right now.

Addison turned her head over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows, when Derek realized he hadn't yet responded.

''That's great. Amazing. Great. Thanks'' he said. Was he falling over his words? What the hell is happening. Last time this happened was.. in high school?

''What uh, were you doing down there?'' He gestured to the cupboard she was working in a few minutes ago.

''Oh! Right, the sink is broken. Well, not broken, I think it's a little clogged. I thought about calling a plumber, but they'd have to find this place first and then I thought, the hell with it! Why not just do it myself.''

''You know how to fix a sink?'' Derek asked skeptically. He'd like to think he knew his wife well enough to know that was not one of her skills.

''Well, not exactly. But I'm a doctor, why should I not be able to fix a clogged sink.'' She shrugged. Addison opened the cupboard above her head, where the mugs were. The mugs where just high enough that she'd have to reach. Before she could, Derek raced over and grabbed the mugs himself. However Addison was surprised by his sudden movements and backed right into him.

Her barely clothed body was pressed up against him in a way it hadn't for a while now. Even from the limited amount of contact he got hard almost immediately. ''Sorry'' she said and turned around.

Almost dropping the mug right then and there, Derek looked her up and down. This position wasn't helping much either. With the way she was now leaning against the counter with her hands behind her back, he could quite literally see the outlines of her breast and nipples. She bit her lip again and gave him a sultry look only Addison could give with those eyes. If he looked closely though, it was almost as if he saw some sprinkle of hope in her eyes. Was she feeling the same things as he was?

Derek lowered the mug to the counter without interrupting their staring contest. She lifted her hands to push her hair back once more. She must have done that deliberately because Derek could now clearly make out the black lacy panties she was wearing.

That was all he could take. Without waiting another second he grabbed her face and kissed her. The most gentle yet heated kiss he'd had for some time now. Her arms wrapped around him and he held her tight to him. He started to lift her up while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Warmth was radiating from her thighs into him. He could sense that she was definitely into it, she kept gyrating around and Derek was sure he'd lose it right then and there if he didn't stop her.

He pushed her onto the counter while keeping a hand behind her head to prevent her from hitting it against the cupboard. Her sultry expression changed into a soft one and she grabbed his face and kissed him again. While she put her hands in his hair, she spread her legs and he stood in between them.

His hands started at her cheeks. Both out of breath from their kiss, they rested their foreheads against each other. Addison laid her hands on his. She started licking his right thumb, slowly taking in into her mouth. She sucked it, looking him right in his eyes. He did not expect that, fuck. But he was more than happy to accept the invitation.

He trailed his hands down over her neck towards her back. To the side of her breasts and then her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra. He brushed over her nipples through the thin t-shirt and heard a moan escape her lips.

''Keep.. keep going'' she whispered while her head was facing the ceiling. This only edged him on to go further. After a while he bent down and sucked a nipple through the shirt. She moaned again in agreement.

He looked up and she bent her head down from the ceiling. They gazed at each other intensely. Somehow he wanted to give her more, not just get it over with. He was finally connecting with her again and it hadn't felt like this in a long time. Looking down at the shirt, there was one wet spot and he decided to give her another one. While he sucked the other nipple, Addison started pulling her shirt up.

Derek pulled back and started kissing the side of her hip near her thong. He kissed his way up from her stomach to her breasts. He helped her by pulling the shirt all the way over her head. Her red hair fanned over her shoulders. He took a step back and looked at her. All naked except for the scrap of lace. The urgency only got stronger.

Addison scraped her nails over his chest until she reached his boxers. It was only then that Derek realized he was still wearing his boxer briefs. However she must have been able to see how aroused he was just by looking at his underwear. She reached down to cup him and they started kissing again. Derek slipped his fingers under the hem of her thong. He always loved the lingerie Addison wore and this was no exception. It was a high waisted black lacy thong and he couldn't wait to take them off.

Derek slipped one finger under the lacy fabric and heard her moan in response. He started rubbing circles and her moans got louder faster than he expected. He went faster and faster until she flipped her head back and gasped.

''Derek.. oh.. oh my god''

Derek bent down and took her nipple in his mouth again. After a while, the double stimulation was enough to send her over the edge. She started lightly shaking and screamed his name again. Derek kept looking at her while she came down from her high. She opened her eyes and smiled at him impishly. ''Sorry''

''for what?'' He kissed her neck ''Turning me on?" he smiled

''That uh- that was intense. I've never.. come that fast''

''I know'' he grinned

Derek knew Addison was not someone to help herself. In the beginning of their relationship he needed some time to get used to that, because he did. She made it clear to him that she wasn't a prude and considering her career choice that made sense. She never gave him the feeling that what he was doing was weird though. Same the other way around, he respected her and the fact that she enjoyed sex more as a two player game. It had never been an issue before because they never had breaks.

''It's uh, it's been awhile''

''I also know that'' he gave her a soft smile. ''time to change that shall we''

She shrieked when he lifted her off the countertop and carried her towards the bed. Addison couldn't help but laugh. He threw her on the bed and she managed to lay there as elegant as ever, all the while still having her underwear on.

''I think it's time for these to go now'' He snapped the hem of her thong. ''They're soaked anyway'' He said before he kissed the center. He grabbed each side of her thong and slowly slid them off. He quickly discarded his own underwear and worked his way up. He kissed her calves, thighs, abs, breasts, all the way to her lips. When he was high enough, Addison took the opportunity to feel him. She slowly wrapped her hand around him and moved up and down the length of him.

Derek was trying to control himself but seeing Addison like this. Feeling her like this, it was becoming too much. After years of doing this dance with the same person, Addison recognized his expression.

She flipped them over and was on top. She kissed him deeply while she sank onto him.

''God, Addie, you're so wet''

Addison leaned over and kissed him. Derek took this opportunity to grab her ass. It wasn't enough, he wanted to be closer. He pulled her towards him as close as possible while continuing to thrust. She was meeting each thrust heightening their feelings. He couldn't contain the sounds he was making.

In turn, Addison was moaning loud in his ear. He couldn't help himself and slapped her ass. She shot up and grinned at him.

''Good girl''

She started to sit straight and Derek couldn't keep his eyes off of her. The way her body moved so in tune with his, the way she was touching herself. He could watch that sight forever. ''Addison'' Derek's voice came out raspy. She came back down to kiss him.

He turned them back around because he wanted to stay in a position where he could look at her but speed up his movements. A few moments later, with the faster movements and his urgency to finish together, Derek moved his hand down. With a little help, they both screamed out at the same time.

He layed down next to her and pulled her into his side. Addison took this as an invitation to lay her hand on his chest and her head in the crook of his arm.

She may not have been able to fix the sink, but their endorphin levels were certainly fixed.