A/N : And they can even do it in small, confine spaces. Here's another by Lisa (McDreamy) aka McMarried9 of The Incision!
"Mrs. Shepherd," Derek wrapped his arms around his new wife and placed a tender kiss on her lips.
"That's Doctor Shepherd," Addison's voice was teeming with glee as she kissed him quickly.
"A thousand pardons," He chuckled, squeezing her tighter.
"Now boarding first class, flight 920-A to Cozumel," A woman's voice came over the airport's speaker.
"That's us," Addison smiled and turned to board.
Derek hurried to catch her, and he placed a protective arm around the small of her waist, broadcasting to the world that she was his. The Shepherds never broke contact as they boarded the plane and took their sets in the last row of first class.
Addison took the seat next to the window and laced her fingers in Derek's, "So, are you ready?"
"To go on our honeymoon? I can't wait," He lifted her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss above the new ring on her left finger.
She slipped her hand from his and placed it firmly behind his head. She used it to guide his lips to hers in a passionate kiss teeming with desire. Derek instinctively raised his hands to run them through her curly red locks.
The kiss would have lasted forever had the flight attendant not arrived to offer them drinks.
"He'll have scotch, single malt, and I'll have white wine," Addison smiled, not at all bothered that the woman taking their drink orders was looking at their affection with disgust.
As the flight attendant turned around to get their drinks, Derek gave Addison a quick kiss, "Thank you."
"For what? For knowing what drink you take?" Addison was genuinely curious.
"For being my wife, you goof," Derek rolled his eyes.
"We haven't been married two hours, and you're already calling me mean things!" Addison playfully slapped at his chest.
Derek leaned over and whispered heavily in her ear, "I could call you other things, Mrs. Shepherd."
The way he pronounced her name made Addison quiver. Her voice caught, and it took a real effort to swallow the lump in her throat. If Derek kept tempting her, her resolve was going to crumble, and they would have to consummate their marriage in the very spot she was sitting.
"It's Doctor Shepherd," Addison corrected, pulling away from him to gather her bearings.
They paused their conversation to accept their drinks from the flight attendant, but Derek soon picked up where they left off.
"But if I call you Mrs. Shepherd it means you're mine," He argued.
"So I'm yours now? You own me?" Addison crossed her arms across her chest.
Derek laughed and leaned across the arm separating their seats and kissed her softly, "Of course not. Will you ever forgive me?"
"I might be persuaded," Addison raised her eyebrow suggestively as Derek continued a barrage of kisses on her.
"I will definitely work on that," Derek placed a final kiss on her nose before sitting back as the plane taxied to takeoff.
He rested a hand on her knee but began slowly running it up her thigh. Addison bit her lower lip as his fingers teased their way under the hem of her skirt. She had felt Derek's hands over every inch of her body countless times before; they had been dating for over a year. But, the sensation of his strong hands felt suddenly different now because they weren't just the hands of her boyfriend; they were her husband's.
She draped her arm across his shoulder and fingered his hair as his hand continued its trail up her thigh, "I love you, Derek."
"I love you too, Addie," He didn't stop the gentle teasing with his hand as he leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.
The plane was in the air and the fasten seat belts sign turned off ten minutes later, and Addison was already struggling to keep an even pace of her breathing. Derek's hands, though doing nothing truly inappropriate, were magic.
She cleared her throat and stood slowly, her legs shaky, "I'm going to the bathroom."
The few moments Derek waited, in an attempt not to attract attention, felt like an eternity. And when he felt it was safe, he nearly ran to the bathroom and knocked three quick times on the door.
"It's me," He called softly.
The bathroom door slid open and Addison took a fistful of his shirt in her hand and yanked him into the small space. He reached behind him and fumbled with the latch so that it locked. Once he had done that, his lips descended on Addison's in the most passionate kiss of their married life.
Addison wrapped a leg around his waist and he scooted her onto the sink area, in hopes of giving him more room to maneuver. She moaned as his lips trailed down her neck and didn't stop at her blouse.
Sometime later, Derek stuck his head from the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear and walked back to his seat, a slight pep in his step. Addison followed a few moments later.
Derek leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You know, now you're officially Mrs. Shepherd."
Addison's lips parted and her grin spread from ear to ear; she didn't even bother to correct his misuse of her title. She definitely didn't mind being Mrs. Shepherd.