A/N : Another one from Chelsea (DrMcQPS), both on and on The Incision. Addison and Derek just can't take their hands off each other, can they? -smirks-
Her heart was racing with anticipation. She had kicked everyone out of the room. She wasn't trying to be a diva; she just needed a moment to take what was happening in. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and held it. She was no narcissist but she knew she was gorgeous; especially today. The soft knock at the door gave her pause.
"I said I just needed a minute," she declared, impatiently.
"Addie?" his voice whispered.
"Derek! You can't come in!" she exclaimed, looking for something to hide behind.
"Can't I?" he said with a devilish grin as he cracked the door open and snuck in.
"Derek, you can't see the bride before the wedding. It's bad luck!"
She hid behind the divider, grinning.
"Aw, come on Addison. I think today, of all days, we get to make our own luck."
He tiptoed across the room and peeked his head around the divider.
"Oh my god," he gasped, "you look amazing."
They both stood there, frozen, smiling.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked him, blushing modestly.
"I wanted to see you." He waggled his eyebrows at her.
"No! Derek, this is a church. Get out! We're supposed to get married any minute now," she began stepping away from him.
He caught her wrist and pulled her close.
"It's not like they can start without us," he breathed into her ear.
Insert Addek squee
---A short time later---
"And by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
"Again, so soon?" he smirked at her as they forced away their laughter, "if I must."