A/N : Ok, this is a request from Mel, and I've been poked to do it by Michelle. lol. I swear, it's a request. No, I'm not crazed. So here it is.

Even before they left the hospital, they could not keep their hands off each other. The elevator door opened, causing Derek and Addison to pull away from each other.

"Let's go to the bar." Derek said, walking out with his arms still around Addison's waist.
"Right." she whispered breathlessly. "Maybe it'll make us behave. Delay the gratification. We're thirsty, right?" Derek nodded, pulling her body close to him as they headed across the street towards Joe's. His fingers wiggled its way into the side of her skirt, digging down to her hips. She drew in a sharp breathe, and behind him, slided a hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

Before they could even make it into the bar, Derek spun his wife around and pinned her to the glass window of the bar, his lips pressing against hers while his hands moved to slide under her shirt.

"The bar." she mouthed between the kisses. Derek pulled away, shoving his hands into his pocket and drew a few deep breathes. "Right. The bar." he said. Addison wiped her lips as the two of them head straight to the bar which was thankfully, almost empty.

"Double scotch, single malt." Derek ordered.
"Hot butter rum." she said. The bartender poured them their drinks with a raised eyebrow.

"Great night?" he asked, placing the bottles back. Derek casted a glance to his wife with a grin.

"Soon." he said, taking a gulp from the scotch. He reached an arm over, sliding it around Addison's waist like telling everyone that she was his. It took only a few seconds for him to start pulling her towards him, along with the chair that was underneath her. He leaned in, breathing into her neck as she smiled uncomfortably at Joe, who was trying not to stare at them.

"Derek." she warned, but his lips parted at her neck and pressed in for a kiss. His hands slided underneath her shirt and started roaming around her back, reaching up towards the back of her neck. Addison closed her eyes at the pleasure, biting her lips to stop herself from making any sounds. She dropped the glass to the table and ran a hand through Derek's hair, resting her chin on the top of his head as he nibbled at her collarbone.

"Dude." Joe started. "Get a room. Seriously." But they ignored him. Derek wrap another arm around Addison's waist and hoisted her up onto the bar table.

"Ookay." Joe mumbled to himself, shifting the glasses away from behind them into a safer place. Things like that are sometimes inevitable, but to prevent things from breaking in his bar? He can help it.

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The bell to the entrance rang, announcing the arrival of another customer. The blonde casted a smile at the bartender and settled down on the stool in front of it with a sigh.

"Bad day?" Joe asked. It was a habit for him to converse with his customers. Keep them coming back, makes them like the bar better than any others. Meredith nodded. "The usual." she said, allowing Joe to pour her a shot of tequila.

Then, there was a loud crash coming out from behind the bar. Joe tensed at the sound, but continued wiping the glasses nonchalently. Meredith placed the glass down with a frown. "What was that?" she asked. Joe looked up at her and shrugged.

"What was what?" he asked. Another crash. Meredith swore she could hear some giggling.
"That." she said. "Didn't you hear it? It's coming out from behind."
"No, nothing I hear." Joe shook his head. And then, there was another crash. Joe would kick under the table for a warning if he could, but he didn't want to risk kicking the wrong person, or the wrong parts. Instead, he cleared his throat.

Meredith slided off her chair and made her way towards the back of the bar. "Do you have a dog in the bar or something?" she asked, curious.

"Uhh..no." Joe answered, shifting his position in hope to cover the entrance. But Meredith pushed past him, still facing him with a smile. "You have a pet." she said.

"Dude, you don't want to--"

"Oh. My. God." Meredith said, cutting Joe's voice off and immediately when she turned her head only to see the naked couple on the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut and spun around. Ok, Meredith. Breathe.

Recognising the voice, Derek pulled away from his wife and look up, instinctively throwing a piece of cloth on Addison's body while he pulled one up against his.

"Meredith!" he called out, more shocked than surprised.
"Hi, Derek." Meredith waved, but her back was still facing them. Still laying low, the both of them raced to get their clothes on.

"Bye, Derek." Meredith said after a moment when Derek failed to respond, then grabbed her bag and dash out of the bar without looking back.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Derek asked, putting his belt around his jeans. Joe shrugged.

"I tried. But she thought I had animals back here and wanted to see it for herself."