A/N : Another one by me! have fun!
"Derek." Addison started, stroking her arm subconsciously as she peek up to her husband.
"Hmm?" Derek asked, sipping at the coffee, his eyes still focused on the newspaper in front of him. The both of them were seated in the empty conference room, spending the morning of their anniversary there in almost-silence. The night before, the both of them were on-call, their eyes straining and hands working to save patients in the middle of the night.
"I've got something to show you." she said softly, a smile tugging at her lips as her husband look up at her with curiosity. Slowly, from under the table, she pulled out the item that she had requested to be shipped over on this very day itself--black, stilleto boots. At the sight of the items in his wife's hands, Derek's eyes lit up, his mouth drawing into a grin as he leaned forward, interested.
"It's the boots." He said. "I missed the boots."
"They missed you too." Addison purred, kicking off her heels and slipping the boots on. Derek's eyes wandered down as she pulled her skirt a little higher to reveal more of her thigh.
"I've got something to show you too." he said, standing up and making his way over to her. He stood in front of her, brushing her hair out of her face as their eyes locked, lust and mischief were the only two words exchanged in the silent message. From his back pocket, he drew out a pair of silver handcuffs, shining under the dimmed light. Slowly, Addison stood up, her fingers tracing her husband's jawline and down to his neck, her nails tickling at his collar bone. Derek drew in a sharp breathe, the cuffs left his hand and fell to the floor with a loud clink. He pressed his lips onto Addison's furiously as he started fumbling with her shirt. But she stopped, pushing him away firmly.
Confusion in his eyes, Derek started to ask, but Addison placed a finger gingerly on his lips.
"Have you been a bad boy?" she whispered into his ear. At that, he grinned.
"What's my punishment, officer?"
She smirked, pushing him on top of the table as she made her way on top of him, one leg knelt down on each side of his body.
"Answer a question." she said, her palms down onto Derek's chest as she leaned into him, their face inches apart.
"Anything." he managed to breathe out.
"Did you wear them?"
He nodded, and her smirk turned into a grin.
"Good."
It's all about the boots--and the black, leather man-thongs