A/N : Annnd. Another creation of Kendel (Kendel17)on the way!
Derek pawed through bin in the supply closest desperate trying to find a band-aid.
"Hey Babe," Derek turned to see his wife standing at the door a curious look on her face.
"Paper cut," Derek whined as he held up his finger.
"Awww," Addison took at step inside the room and took his hand in hers. Locking eyes with him she kissed the cut gently, "All better?"
Derek cleared his throat, "Yes, thank you."
Addison raised her eyebrow and smirked.
"Where you looking for something?" Derek asked suspisiously, recognizing the glint in her eye.
Addison shrugged,"Just you."
Derek glanced at his watch then at the still open door to the supply room, "I have sugery in an hour..."
Addison took a slow step towards him, "An hour? What I have in mind," she said in a low voice, "We could do... twice."
Addison's back hit the door as it slammed and Derek struggled to lock it, "I liked the locks in New York better."
"Well at least you still like something about New York," Addison muttered as she tugged off his belt, tilting her head back as Dereks teeth scrapped over the skin on her neck.
"Don't move away from the door," Derek warned, as he ripped off her blouse, sending more then a few buttons flying.
"Jesus, Derek." she gasped as his hands assulted her skin and his lips trailed over her shoulders, "I have to wear that shirt for the rest of the day."
Derek grinned at her, and kicked away the pants that had fallen to his ankles, "I think you look much better without it." he teased, leaning forward kissing her lips for the first time.
Addison groaned as Derek's hands traveled up her skirt and grabbed hold of her hips. In one smooth motion he hoisted her up, causing her back to again hit the door forcefully.
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Outside, Miranda Bailey rolled her eyes as she heard someone slam up against the inside door of the supply closet. Damn interns and their hormones.
She crossed over to the nurses station and picked up the phone, Derek Shepherds OR was ready early. Miranda continued to stand there waiting for Shepherd to return her page. She heard the supply room door open and glanced up.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked as Derek approached her.
"I had a paper cut,"Derek explained, holding up a finger which now sported a band-aid.
Addison followed a few minutes later, her left shoe not quite on and a blouse that clearly proclaimed that clevage was the new black.
She shrugged. "I had to kiss it better."