A/N : Aww..this makes me smile! Love love love! It's so sweet! By Kendel (kendel17)

As soon as Derek woke up he was happy. The day hadn't even started yet and it was perfect. This was his favorite way to wake up, and he would give anything to keep this moment from ending.

He looked down at Addison, still sound asleep on his chest. He gave her a gentle squeeze and softly brushed a hand over her hair as he remembered the night before.

"What are you reading?" Addison had asked as she exited the bathroom and moved around the kitchen, doing a few last minute things before bed.

"The Well-Beloved," Derek had replied, flipping a page.

"Hardy?" Addison asked as she'd set the timer on the coffee maker.

Derek nodded even though she couldn't see him, "This guy spends his life trying to create his perfect women as a statue, and it is seriously messing up his personal life. Clearly his well-beloved is Avice. He is just being stubborn and trying to recreate her in all these other women he meets."

"Imagine that," Addison raise her eyebrow as she entered the bedroom, "Maybe I'll read it when you are done."

Derek stared at her as she'd taken off her robe and thrown it over the end of the bed, "I'm only 40 pages in, I'll read it to you if you want, like I used too."

Addison looked at him strangely, "Okay." she crawled into bed and propped her head up in her hand.

Derek cleared his throat, "The Well-Beloved - now again visible - was always existing somewhere near him..." Derek trailed off.

"What?"

"We never read like this."

Addison looked at him, confusion in her eyes.

Derek reached over and took the wrist that was resting on her hip. Slowly and gently he pulled her towards him until she was laying completely on top of him, her head laying contentedly against his his chest, "This is how we read," he whispered as he kissed the crown of her head "The Well-Beloved..."

He had read to her long after she had fallen asleep.

And now it was morning, and he hated it because it meant that soon she would be waking up. And he didn't want her to move.

She shifted slightly, her body stretching as if she was waking up, but she didn't. She simply buried her face further into his bare chest, inhaled deeply, and continued to sleep.

He kissed the top of her head. He felt guilty that he couldn't remember the last time they had done this. He ran his fingers over the arm that rested against his, her skin felt so soft first thing in the morning.

Before he was ready, she started to wake up. He could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his chest and her arms tightening at his side as she pulled herself closer to him. She inhaled deeply and made a sound in the back of her throat that made his heart leap. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with sleep.

"Are you awake?" he gently teased.

"No," she pouted, returning her head to his chest and closing her eyes again.

She was perfectly still for a few minutes, his breathing matching hers, becoming slow and regular. He was starting to drift back to when he felt her hips move slowly against him, lazily teasing him.

He gently tilted her face up towards him, "I know your awake," he whispered as he kissed her.

This was why morning had always been their favorite time to make love. The kiss was slow and gentle. Lips and tongues moved with no agenda, just acting on instinct. Their hands moved against each others bodies, tracing paths on the familiar skin that they had never forgotten. Clothing was removed only if necessary, and never in a hurry. Nothing was rushed, everything slow gentle and perfect.

She was his Well-Beloved.