A/N : Yes, I've contributed too. So here it is. Enjoy!

Their coats were meshed together, their bodies pressed against the nurses table as their eyes were wandering on the charts in front of them. Derek had a pen in his right hand, but his left hand was wandering. His eyes shifted towards his wife briefly, smiling slyly as she tuck her hair behind her ears.

The mind that has been registering the information on the chart stopped as Addison felt a hand up her thigh. She casted a glance towards her husband on her right and caught a cheeky smile on his face. "Derek." she hissed softly, but the hand only slided furthur up, slowly worming its way under her shirt. "Stop!" she warned, trying to focus on the chart in front of her.

"I can't." Derek whispered into her hair as he leaned in. "I need more to make up for the boring sex last night." His hands moved up Addison's back, tugging her shirt loose underneath the labcoat, slowly, he slided his arm around her waist, working a finger up towards her chest.

Oh god, no. Addison pled silently. Quickly, she fumbled with the pen and scribbled her signature down on the line and chuck the chart onto the nurses' table. She shifted her body nearer to Derek, a leg clipped between his, her foot stroking against her husband's inner calf. Derek drew in a deep breathe, turning to Addison with a raised eyebrow, but only received a smile in return. He signed the chart without taking a second look like he always did and with another hand, he wrap it around Addison's waist and heaved her up onto the counter. He reached up, kissing her lips, then moving down to her neckline.

"Derek..." she moaned. "We're out in the public."
"I don't care." he said between kisses. Addison reached down and grab him by the collar, forcing him up onto the counter.
"People are looking." she said, but her hands were fumbling all over Derek's hair, pressing his head down to her body. Then he stopped, his mind back to the reality that they were out in the public. He casted a sheepish glance towards the on-lookers and dragged Addison away.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her shoes clicking against the hospital floor as they ran.
"We have five hours. Richard's in surgery."

Five hours later, they were still at it.

5 hours later, the door to Richard Webber's office swung open. But it was his voice that caught their attention.

"I have people telling me that there is a commotion in my office and I rushed all the way here to see this! What the hell is going on?"

Derek and Addison scrambled apart on his couch, grabbing at the clothes on the floor to cover themselves up. Addison's lipstick was almost gone, her hair was in a mess and so was Derek's. Richard slammed the door shut and pulled down the binds, folding his hand across his chest.

"First it was New York and now Seattle? How many furnitures of mine do you have to destroy? Don't make me bring up on how you broke my desk back in New York." he warned, shaking his head as the couple raced to put their clothes on.

"Slow down. There's nothing of you that I haven't seen, Addison. And there's definitely more than I ever wanted to see of you, Derek." he said.

"I'm sorry, Richard. It was her fault." Derek explained, Addison turned to him with a gasp as she pat down her hair.
"My fault? If you haven't--"
"I don't want to hear it." Richard cut them off, gesturing a thumb towards the office door. "Get the hell out. Don't let there be a next time but if there is, at least have the brains to pull down the binds and lock the door!"

Nodding with a giggle, the both of them rushed out, avoiding gazes as they pass the hallways together. Richard sighed, pressing the speaker and speed dial on his phone cautiously.

"Debbie, I want my entire office disinfected immediately. This is an order!"