A/N : I think I need to stop myself. lol. Yes, another one by me.
"Feeding the beast." Derek said, throwing the coat over his shoulders. Addison turned to him with a frown as she replace the space her labcoat took up with her bag.
"What?"
"Feeding the beast. Haven't you heard of it? Bailey's interns have been talking about it." Derek explained, adjusting the collar to his coat.
"Huh. No. I've never really pegged you as the type who would listen to gossip, Derek." Addison said, pulling her hair out of her coat as Derek reached forward to adjust the collar for her.
"No. I'm not the type." he said.
"Glad to know I wasn't wrong" she mumbled.
"Just they happen to be speaking that loudly and that much about it that it travels to my ears." he explained. "Haven't you heard? Another thing that spreads faster than disease in the hospital is gossip."
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"Hey." Derek whispered into her hair from behind. At that, Addison frowned, not actually smiling. She turned around to him and shot him an odd look.
"Hey." she greeted, leaning towards him as he close in on her to kiss her on the cheek. "What's up?" she asked, continuing her way to the nurses' station to hand the chart in.
"Nothing." he said, falling in pace next to his wife. They walked side by side, so close that their shoulders bump onto each other now and then.
"You never really told me what 'feeding the beast' meant." Addison recalled, the both of them stopping by the nurses' station and handed the files over. Derek turned to her with a smile.
"It's kinda hard to explain. I'll have to uhmm..show you."
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"Derek." Addison said, turning to her husband with her arms folded in front of the chest. "Why are we here?" she asked, confused, her green eyes wandering around the empty locker room, half expecting for some gruesome monster to jump out on them.
Derek locked the door to the exit of the locker room secretly, then took a few long strides towards his wife, sliding his hand under her labcoat and around her waist.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you how to 'feed the beast'." he explained, closing the distance between their bodies and looked into her eyes with a smile.
She unfolded the arms in front of her chest and wrapped them around his neck, seemingly to have gotten the message.
"Oh. Alright," she said. "What exactly do I have to do?"
Derek leaned in and planted a soft kiss onto her lips, his tongue working to part hers as the kiss deepens. He pulled away, making his way down to her jaw, then to her neck and slowly, do her collar bone. Addison's eyes fluttered close, enjoying the pleasure of his lips against her skin. "Oh Derek." she whispered, her hands running up his thick, wavy hair. His hands moved up her back, peeling the labcoat off her in the process. Bang. Derek's back hit the row of lockers behind him. Her hands moved down his back, tugging his scrubs out. Bang. Her hands slided under the scrubs, now fumbling with his bare back. And now they shifted again, Derek pushing forward and Addison stumbling back towards the row of lockers behind her. Bang. she felt her back hit the cold metal. Someone would have heard them, but they didn't care. Their eyes were closed, lips onto each other's while their hands roam all around each other's bodies.
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Three hours later, they were still standing. Now completely bare, Addison was leaning against the wall, looking into the blue eyes of her husband's as they breathed heavily. Together, like a wordless command, the both of them leaned in for a slow kiss.
"What was that about?" Addison asked, a grin on her face as she leaned in for another kiss.
"That, honey," Derek said between kisses. "Was feeding the beast."