A/N : Satan never look this good. This is by Kendel (kendel17)
"What are you wearing?" Addison asked in a low voice as she leaned over Derek's shoulder, her mouth close to his ear.
"It's Halloween," he replied not looking up, "This is my costume."
"I see that," Addison turned so she was standing beside him, the front of her body pressed up against his arm, "But that are you?"
"I am the Captain of a Ferryboat." he told her, looking up and finally seeing her.
She was wearing a red dress. It was a little shorter then she usually wore, and a little lower then she usually wore, and her heels were a little sexier then she usually wore. Not that he was arguing, it made her legs look even longer. She looked hot. Too hot.
"And what are you wearing?"
Addison took a step back so he could admire her more fully, "Do you like it?"
Derek cleared his throat. "Yes."
"Really?" she persisted stepping closer, "I was hoping you would."
"Why?"
Addison smiled and leaned forward, "Because, I plan on spending all day, making you want to rip this dress off me."
Derek's jaw dropped slightly, and he stuttered slightly as he spoke, "What are you suppose to be?"
Addison leaned in even closer, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear and her voice dripping with seduction, "Satan."
Derek released the breath he didn't know he was holding as Addison leaned back.
"I'll see you later... Captain," she teased as she walked away.
Derek rested his head in his hands, he was not going to make it through the day.
The next time he saw her he was talking to Meredith Grey. They were discussing the dog when he heard the sound of nails tapping. He looked up to see Addison, her back to him studying a chart at the station. Slowly she brought the tip of her finger to her mouth, wet it and turned a page. Derek couldn't look away, but still nodded and responded to Meredith. Then Addison leaned further over the counter, gracefully lifting one leg as she did. The second both her feet where on the ground she glanced over her shoulder at Derek, who stared in awe. Smiling triumphantly, she started towards him, touching his arm but not stopping on the way by.
Then she joined him at lunch. She didn't say anything. Just sat across from him, and watched. He tried to make small talk but she would only smile seductively, raise an eyebrow, tilt her head, or twirl a piece of hair around her finger. Derek tried his best to ignore her, but he knew and she knew that he wanted to take her right there on the table. Addison locked eyes with him and reclined slightly in her chair. Derek jumped as he felt his wife gently caresses the skin above his ankle with her foot.
"Addison!" he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was watching as Addison moved her foot higher. She only raised an eyebrow.
Derek was beginning to sweat as Addison reached the top of his thigh. Suddenly she stopped. She leaned forward, "I have patients to get back to," she teased, kissing him forcefully as she stood.
Derek sat stunned as she walked away.
He barely saw her again all afternoon. He would catch a glance of her here and there, or she would pass by and run her fingers across his back, sending shivers down his spine. Once she had passed him as she came down the stairs. She had paused when she reached him, dragged her eyes over his body then kissed him slowly on the corner of his mouth. "I like the hat," she whispered.
As the day ended Derek was forced to perform one last, relatively quick surgery.
"Dude," Alex Karev said as he stood beside Derek observing, "Your wife, looks hot today."
Derek glanced up at the gallery and saw his wife sitting there, her legs crossed, just looking sexy. She smirked at him and winked, "Karev, you are suppose to be observing this procedure, not my wife."
"I'm just saying, she's hot."
Derek paused and looked at the intern, "You realize she can hear you right?"
"Oh, I'm banking on it," Alex nodded to Addison, who grinned back, "Your bringing her to the party right?"
"No," Derek finished up the procedure, "We are just going home. I am exhausted."
"That's a shame," Alex looked back up to the gallery, "Hey, you should dump the old man and come out. Izzie and Meredith's."
"All right, Karev. Out." Derek ordered.
Addison raised her eyebrow as Derek glanced back up at her, she grinned and leaned forward.
"You haven't won yet."
As Derek suspected, Addison was waiting for him when he got on the elevator.
"Hey there," she said with a smile as the elevator closed behind him.
"You," he walked towards her until there bodies where only inches apart, "drove me crazy, all day."
Addison smiled and tilted her head back, "That was the idea."
Addison didn't move a muscle as Derek's arms moved around her waist and he began to kiss her neck, "We are losing the dress as soon as we get home," he muttered.
Addison grinned, "About that," Derek quickly pulled away, "I want to go to the party."
Derek ushered Addison thru the front door of Meredith and Izzie's house. "I cannot believe you wanted to come here instead of going home."
"We were invited Derek," Addison teased, "It would be rude not to come."
"You were invited." Derek murmured as helped her take off her coat, dragging her hands down her arms.
Addison turned to face him, "That's right, your the one crashing," she leaned in an let her lips linger on his for a moment before leaving him alone in the entry way.
Derek spent the evening being teased mercilessly by his wife and begging to go home. It was starting to ruin what was an excellent party. He wandered over to her once again and handed her a drink, absentmindedly he put an arm around her waist and held her close, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. Addison turned away from Bailey, who she was talking to, and winked at Derek.
"Miranda was just telling me about the vacation her a Tucker are taking next month."
"Really?" Derek tried to pay attention as Bailey went through the details, but all he could concentrate on was Addison's hand roaming around under the cover of his jacket. "I am going to go sit over there, come get me when you are ready to go."
Addison watched her husband retreat once again, then turned back to Bailey.
Bailey looked at her sternly, "What have you been doing to that poor boy all day?"
Addison crossed the room to the empty corner where her husband sat in an armchair. He looked up at her his eyes full of lust.
"You win."
Addison grinned and sat down in his lap, carefully re-crossing her legs. "I know." She slowly leaned forward, her lips slightly parted as she kissed him, leaving it up to him how far to take things. He surprised her by kissing her with no restraint. "Wow," she whispered as he pulled away, "I really did win."
"Yes. You did. Can we go now?" Derek begged, fighting a loosing battle as his hand begged to travel further up her thigh.
Addison laughed and slapped his hand away, "Just let me say good bye to some people. You try to hold on until we get home." She leaned in to kiss him again, not caring that people were definitely watching them.
"We need to move closer," he murmured against her lips as she got up to leave.
Derek watched his wife as she moved around the room saying goodbye. Then Addison caught his eye, she nodded slightly and urged him to follow her.
He entered the hall just in time to see Addison disappear into the kitchen. He kicked closed the door as he walked into the deserted kitchen, approaching his wife where she sat, legs crossed on the corner of the island.
Without saying a word she ducked her head down, meeting his lips and kissing him relentlessly. Without pausing to think about it he moved to untie her dress, thankful it was a wrap, less work, quicker pay off.
"Jesus," he groaned, seeing what she was wearing underneath, "Does that even count as underwear?"
"La Perla seems to think so," Addison teased as she uncrossed her legs and pulled her self closer to him, one leg locked around his back, "If you want to stop, now would be the time to do it," she whispered in his ear as she dragged her moist lips across his jawbone, her fingers trailing through his hair.
"Stop?" he moaned, willing his hands just to leave her skin for a moment, just to undo his pants, "Why should we stop?"
Addison moved her hands to unzip the zipper herself, trailing her hands slowly over his skin as she pushed the materiel away, "Because this is Meredith kitchen."
But Derek had passed coherent thought hours before, all he wanted as he pressed his lips to her stomach was to taste her skin, "Meredith who?"