A/N : This is from Marisa (Lightning Cory), whom I think, also has an account on but I just simply can't remember it. Sorry! Anyway, it's another pretty squee fic from one of us AdDeks of The Incision.
"Derek. This is ridiculous. It's cold and gross out here." Addison complained while sitting in the rustic boat on the lake. " I can't believe I let you convince me into this..,"
"Addi, shh. You're scaring the fish." Derek said quietly concentrating on the other end of his fishing pole.
" Oh. We have not begun to scare the fish." Addison said, and in one fluid motion, she was on the other side of the boat and her lips were pressed against his. Without a thought, he dropped the fishing pole in his hand and began to pry her lips open with his tongue. Her legs straddled either side of his body as she began to fiddle with the buckle on Derek's belt.
"Der, it's stuck!" She said, tugging at the strip of leather.
" Addi. How can you possibly..." But before he could finish the tiny motorboat had flipped upside down, effectively throwing the pair into the murky water.
"Cold. Wet. Cold." Addison complained once she reached the surface. " Derek?" She questioned. "Derek?" She found her answer as a hand pulled at the zipper on her jeans. Derek came to the surface, belt, pants, and boxers in hand, and smirked.
" We haven't finished scaring the fish."