A/N : Now another one from our Kendel(kendel17), who can't resist the urge of writing squee now that she has finally finished her essay. lol. Angry sex? Hmm. Well alright, in her words, semi-angry.
Every Tuesday morning the staff played with the idea of having Richard Webber committed. Richard, in his attempts to bring the Shepherds closer together had forced them to share an office, claiming that he only had the one available. Tuesday mornings the Shepherds had counseling. And on tuesday mornings they would come into the hospital, lock themselves in their office, and yell. This tuesday was no exception.
"Oh god Derek," Addison yelled, "I cannot even talk to you when you are like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like a child. You are acting like a petty child."
"Am not."
Addison rolled her eyes, "I am not talking to you."
"Now who is being the child?"
Addison glared at him.
"Fine, I'm not talking to you either."
"Ugh!" she exclaimed in exasperation, glaring at him across the desk.
Derek took a step forward, leaned forward on her desk and glared back.
Not quite sure why, Derek took a deep breath and quickly leaned forward to kiss Addison, hard.
Addison considered pulling away for about half a second, but instead found herself simultaneously crawling across the desk and pulling Derek on to it. The surface of the desk was slippery and the couple found it hard to keep balanced as their knee's slid out from underneath them and files were pushed out of the way and falling to the floor.
Derek pushed his wife roughly down onto the desk, rigorously attacking her neck with his mouth as he struggled out off his pants. Addison gasped with pleasure as Derek nipped lightly at her collarbone, she frantically tore at the buttons on his shirt as she tried to kick off her shoes which were not giving her any leverage on the slick surface. Finally she attempted to sit up and pull them off herself, but as she did, Derek used the opportunity to flip them over, so Addison found herself straddling him.
"Are we feeling lazy this morning?" She mused as she stripped off her blouse.
Derek ran his hands lightly over her bare skin, then moving them down to her hips, positioning her how he wanted, "Shhh. We aren't talking, remember."