A/N : Another one by me! ;) They're just lucky like that not to get caught. haha!
"I still can't believe we're doing this. We don't have to do this, you know." Derek asked, an arm around is wife's waist as he took a glance towards Meredith, standing by the couch having a laugh with their dog's vet, Finn. Addison rubbed his arm, lightly, her eyes wandering around the crowded house as they stood on the spot, awkward.
"We're friends with her, she invited us, we come. That's what friends do." she mumbled, drawing in a deep breathe herself.
"Hi Dr. Shepherd!" Izzie called out as she walked cheerfully towards Addison, then nodding as she saw Derek beside her. "Hi, Dr... Shepherd." she greeted, her eyes drifting down to the arm around Addison's waist. "So..." she started, not knowing what to say. "Good to see you here!" Then without another word, she bounced off.
Finally, Addison let out a sigh and turned to Derek. "You know, since we're here, we might as well loosen up and have fun." she told him through the loud, blaring music in the house. Derek turned to her, almost debating about going home when he caught her eyes. She really want to make it comfortable here, and he gave in, nodding. "Want a drink?" he asked, but she shook her head, a smile spread across her features.
"I wanna dance." she said. And he laughed. "Seriously?"
The couple haven't danced to party music ever since they got too busy with their jobs. The last time they went to a party like this was almost 10 years ago. Addison nodded, then held out her hand as she lead him towards the crowd of people moving to the beat. Upon reaching it, she closed her eyes, starting to loose herself in the song. Even in heels, it wasn't difficult for her to dance in. But it was just fortunate that she wore a red halterneck top and jeans to the party instead of something Manhattan-style. Derek laughed, trying to move to the beat, awkwardly at first.
Five songs and uncountable drinks later, Addison was laughing in her husband's arms as they moved in sync to the coming music. For once, they felt like teenagers again. Then, Derek leaned his cheek next to his wife and whispered into her ear.
"Addie, I'm bored." he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. She turned around to him with a laugh. "Of dancing?" she asked, her body still moving to the beat gracefully, drawing a line down Derek's chest teasingly as she did so. He backed away, holding a hand out to her as a cue for her to follow, and she did, grabbing the hand as he led her upstairs.
The music sounded softer on the second floor, giving the couple a chance to take a breather from all the dancing. They leaned against the wall, feeling the heat within them cool down. Then, Derek turned to his wife with a grin. "You had fun?" Addison nodded, turning to face him with a grin.
Then, in the abscence of loud music, their eyes locked for a moment before their lips did, but hungrily. Derek pressed his lips against her mouth, his tongue working hungrily around. Caught in the heat of moment, Addison kissed back, her hands work to tear off Derek's shirt as their bodies shift, weight pressing onto each other. Then, one of their backs slammed against the door, and surprisingly, it swung open, causing the both of them to lose balance and stumbled backwards, finally, landing straight down onto a bed. Derek reached behind to kick the door close and moved the both of them higher onto the bed. He brushed the hair out of her face and leaned down, prying her lips apart with his again. He slided his hands behind her neck and undid the knot to her top and tug it downwards, allowing it to slide pass her hips and off her body completely.
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Morning came and poured through the windows of the room. Derek woke up with a groan, shielding his eyes as he opened them slowly. They adjusted to the room, then confusion struck him. This looks familiar. he thought, then turning to his side to find the redhead he was married to for 12 years fast asleep beside him. Where am I? he thought, and in the next moment, he realised it. As much as he hate to do it, he shook Addison by the arm.
"What?" she muttered, flipping over as her husband grabbed his jeans off the floor and started slipping them on.
"Wake up!" he hissed.
"Why?" she groaned, clearly having a hang over.
"Because we're in Meredith's room!"
And that worked.
"What!" Addison sat up straight in bed and immediately, her hands flew to her eyes to shield them from the sunlight.
"Party last night. Dancing, drinking, sex, and we're in Meredith's bedroom right now." Derek explained, tossing her clothes on the bed.
"Oh god." she mumbled, still disoriented. She looked up at her husband blankly. "What do we do?"
He stared at her in disbelief and waved her shirt in front of her face. "Get dressed, Addie! Hurry up!"
And she did. The next thing they know, they've picked up Derek's shirt in the hallway and tiptoed down the stairs, pass the many people who were knocked out on the floor, out of the door, and into their car, speeding away before any one else wakes up.