A/N : I tell you, people. They can do it anywhere. Another one coming up by Kendel (kendel17)!
"And of course, the master bedroom has an amazing view of the city," the realtor led them into the bedroom and motioned to the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one wall, "Over here," the realtor lead them to a door in the corner, "Is an attached office, but it would also make an excellent nursery."
Addison and Derek nodded uncomfortably, and changed the subject.
"So the master bath..."
"Look Addy, big closets..."
After showing the couple all around the penthouse apartment, the realtor suggested they wander around a bit on their own and 'get a feel for the place'.
Addison wandered back into the master bedroom and stood at one of the windows, looking down, her arms crossed, "We are really high up," she said unnecessarily, as she heard her husband enter the room.
"Mmm," Derek murmured in agreement, looking around, "It would be nice to have the attached office."
"Or nursery," Addison said, turning away from the window.
Derek nodded, "Or a nursery."
They were silent for a moment, watching each other.
"Don't worry Derek, I was just thinking out loud."
Derek shrugged, "It is something to think about."
Addison raised an eyebrow.
Derek took a few steps closer, "But, I'm just thinking out loud too."
Derek reached out his arm as if to encircle her waist but instead reached past her and tapped the glass of the window.
Addison traced his movements with her eyes, "What are you doing?"
Derek smirked, "I just wanted to make sure that the glass wouldn't break, if I was to say, do this." Derek grabbed her by the hips and backed her forcefully against the window.
Addison was momentarily shocked, "Well, it didn't," she murmured in a low voice as he aligned the full length of his body against hers.
"No, it didn't," he whispered back, his breath hot on her skin as he moved his mouth tantalizingly close to her neck, but not actually touching her.
Addison moaned softly in anticipation, "This is a bad idea," she said more to herself then to Derek, who's hands had found there way inside her black trench and were untucking her shirt agonizingly slow.
"You sure?" Derek questioned as he finally allowed his lips touch her skin, resting lightly on on her pulse for a fraction of a second.
"Yes," she gasped. Unable to stop herself, Addison moved her hands slowly up his chest, loosening a few buttons and ever so softly, traced a line with her nail from just under his chin, down his neck, over his Adams Apple to rest in the groove at the base of his throat. She could feel his body tense, and he made a sound deep in his chest that told her, he was as far gone as she was.
Derek inched his hands between them and slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, lightly dragging his fingers over her skin, causing her to shiver.
Not to be outdone, Addison slowly and deliberately undid the buckle of his belt, and dragged down the zipper of his pants as she traced light lines above the waistband of his boxers before easing both garments to the floor, her fingertips grazing his hips. He could feel her ragged breath, hot on his chest.
"So, do you want me to stop?" He teased hoarsly, caressing her upper thighs before hoisting her up and pressing her harder against the window.
"No," she moaned as Derek dragged his lips over her collarbone.
"Then I'm glad your always wearing skirts," Derek groaned against her chest as he hiked her skirt further up her hips.
Addison brought her head down, looking straight into her husbands eyes before bringing there lips together for the first time, "And now you know why."