A/N : From me, again. I couldn't help it. Reading all that squee makes me want to write one of my own. Anyway, those who have read "Our Choice" may find it slightly familiar. I tweaked it to make it non-sad. haha.
Derek Shepherd sighed wearily as he killed the engine of his car. Today was an exhausting day, his eyes had never been strained more, peeking through the magnified lenses attached to his eyes, trying to work his way through the delicate organ. He jingled the keys of their newly build house the way he always does before slotting it into the keyhole, his eyes gazing upwards for a second to realise that the lights to his bedroom was turned off. He went in, peeling the coat off his body and tossed it onto the hanger. Placing the keys on the kitchen counter, he frowned at the piece of square paper pressed onto it with a paper weight.
"Come to the bedroom. We need to talk."
He groaned. When Addison meant talk, it would go on for hours and hours. Talk about their marriage, their living arrangements, about Meredith, about Mark. He didn't want to talk, tonight, he just want to sink down onto the bed and sleep. He was positive that Addison had heard him jingling the keys, heard his vehicle when he pulled into the drive way, and there was no way he could escape the talk from a wife like Addison. The faster this is done, the faster I can go to sleep. he thought to himself and headed up the stairs to their bedroom.
There was no light pouring out from the gap underneath the bedroom door. Was she asleep already? he wondered, finding himself praying that Addison has indeed fallen asleep before he came home. He neared the bedroom, a sweet fragrance travelling to his nose. Rose. he concluded. Please don't tell me she sprayed air freshener into the entire bedroom. he prayed, placing a hand over the knob and pushed the door open.
The room wasn't pitched back like he had expected, instead, it was dimly litted with candles that has been placed all around. Rose-scented candles. He stood by the doorway, gaping at the decoration.
"Hi." Addison purred, her fingers tracing the sheets in front of her. Derek found his eyes drifting down to the motion of her fingers, then up her arm and down her shoulders, visibly checking her out in the skimpy, red night gown. Red, the color of her hair. He swallowed. Addison patted lightly at the space in front of her, beckoning him over.
"Addie." He started, but she was already off the bed, gliding towards him. "I..I thought you--"
"Shh..." Addison coaxed, placing a finger gently to his lips, sliding down to his neck and finally, landing softly on his chest. Derek felt his heart beat increased, his breathe getting heavier. Addison smiled, leaning forward to the side of his head. Her breathe tickled at his earlobe. "Tonight," she whispered. "I'm yours."
Derek drew in a deep breathe to compose himself, his eyes locking into her green ones, and after a still moment, she smiled. Derek tried to smile back, but his breathe was caught. Instead, he leaned forward, enjoying the taste of her lips as they meet. His hands fitted at the back of her neck as her fingers reached up to touch the side of is face, their kiss deepening. With another hand, Addison slided it underneath Derek's shirt, tugging it upwards. For a brief moment, they stopped, pulling the shirt off Derek's head.
Derek grinned, his blue eyes dancing with desire as it looked into his wife's. She placed her hands on his shoulders, allowing them to slide down the sides of his arm that was hooked around her waist.
"God, you're beautiful." he whispered. He leaned forward, dipping his wife over as their lips met once again. Their bodies moved, and soon, Addison felt her back touching the soft mattress of their bed. He reached out, brushing the strands of hair away from her face while she lifted her hand up, fingers tracing his collarbone. Derek leaned foward for yet another kiss, his hands gripped at his wife's shoulders as in just a swift moment, they flipped over, positions switched. Her red hair fell down, acting like a fiery curtain around their faces.
At that moment, 'sleep' no longer existed in the mind of Derek Shepherd's.