A/N : Another one by Michelle (MichelleR) here. Lovely.

Derek Shepherd sat in an attending meeting, trying his hardest not to fall asleep against the hand keeping his head up. Preston Burke sat beside him, and noticed when Derek snapped back up after nearly falling over.

"What's up with you, Shepherd?" Burke asked in a clipped tone.

Despite being half-asleep, Derek smirked, his memories triggering up. "My wife," He whispered. "...She kept me up all night long. I came home from surgery to see her standing in the hallway with nothing but an apron and a martini."

The pleasant memory brought a lopsided smile to Derek's face and a disgusted look to Burke's. "I'm never going to be able to look at her in the same way again," Burke mumbled.

"No kidding," Derek's smile turned into his smug grin.

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Derek sighed as he approached the porch to the trailer, knowing it was about midnight and figuring Addison was either reading or asleep. He grabbed the keys and unlocked and opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb his wife. As he looked into the trailer to see if she was in bed, his eyes widened as he saw her dressed in nothing but an apron and holding a glass of martini, which she innocently took a sip of while keeping her eyes on him.

It didn't take Derek two seconds for his bag to be on the floor and his hands on his wife. He made sure the martini was thrown to the other side of the trailer before he lifted her up into his arms and kissing her roughly. He then noticed that boots were beginning to dig into his legs, causing him to stop and smile against her lips.

"You wore the boots."

"I wore the boots. Now shut up," She said, bringing her head down to kiss him once again. Soon Derek's clothes were off with Addison's apron laying somewhere on them.

Never once had the sex been so hot and so great that they didn't even realize they would have to be at a meeting in less than an hour.

"Dear God, Addie," Derek breathed heavily, trying to control himself.

"That makes up for the boring sex, doesn't it?"

"Yes," He smirked, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

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Derek looked over at Addison as the meeting continued, seeing that she had her elbow propped up on the desk, and that she was sleeping on her hand. A smirk rested on his lips as he remembered the night.