A/N : Even when the air conditioner is down, people. That's the power of AdDek squee. -wink- This is by Lisa (McDreamy)

The air conditioner at Seattle Grace was broken. In fact, according to the Chief, the air conditioner hadn't been needed in 10 years. Seattle was known for its rain, ferryboats and unvarying climate. It rarely dropped below freezing and it was unheard of to go above 80. Today was July 1st, and the temperature was a humid 100 degrees.

The patients were miserable. The nurses were on edge. And the doctors refused to move for anything short of a code blue. The Chief had agreed that all surgeries, except for emergencies, would be cancelled, and the doctors only needed to do what was absolutely necessary. The last thing he needed was a bunch of health professionals suffering from heat stroke.

Derek Shepherd was lying across an empty bed in the hallway with a few charts stacked on the floor next to him. He wasn't even pretending to work. It was hot, and he was miserable. Heat like this should have been reserved for time spent outside. It should have been for swimming in lakes or for camping in the summer. It was definitely not meant for a hospital.

"Your lazy ass should be doing work," Bailey walked past Derek and smacked him with a chart.

"Do I have to remind you again that I'm technically your boss?" Derek wondered, barely having enough energy to argue.

"And I'm afraid of you and your McDreaminess?" Bailey crossed her arms over her chest, "If you can get off your lazy ass, your wife wants you."

"My wife?" Derek wondered, momentarily confused why Addison would be sending Bailey after him.

Bailey rolled her eyes, "The lounge." She muttered something about good looks getting him through med school under her breath as she left.

Sweat was already beginning to bead on his back and his forehead as he walked the short distance to the lounge. He was actually a little embarrassed to be wearing scrubs because they were most certainly showing sweat spots. Derek's first conscious thought as he stepped into the lounge was that she was wearing the salmon scrubs.

"Hey," She drawled from where she was sitting on the counter, "Are you hot?"

The way she pronounced the word hot made Derek rather certain that she wasn't talking about the temperature. He swallowed, "Um, yeah."

"I've got a way to cool down," Addison lifted an eyebrow and motioned to the door, "Lock it."

Derek did as he was instructed and walked to her, "So um, what are we doing?"

"Top off," Addison instructed and reached over to the large pitcher sitting next to her and dug her hand into it and retrieved an ice cube.

Derek tossed his blue top aside and stepped close to Addison. He was shivering with anticipation of what she was about to do.

Addison touched the cold cube of ice to his lips and pulled it away, leaving him licking his lips. She then began to trail the ice across his chest making it glisten with the moisture. Derek groaned as she brought the cube down to the edge of his scrub bottoms, allowing the ice to melt just inside the hem.

"God, Addie," He closed his eyes, reveling in the cool feeling that covered his front.

Addison grinned as she reached for another cube and brought it to her lips. She lifted an eyebrow, and Derek reached out for another cube and motioned for her to remove her scrub top. Once she had removed it, he urged her to the floor. He took his turn tantalizing her with he cool, moist cube.

"I thought it wasn't hot in Seattle," Addison nearly moaned as Derek slipped an ice cube underneath her scrub bottoms.

"I blame it on you," Derek brushed his lips against hers never stopping his hand guiding the cube down.

Addison moved to untie his scrub bottoms; "I brought ice so you can't blame it on me."

She pushed him backwards and straddled him with both legs. This time she tempted his lips with one cube while guiding the other along his thigh. She could feel him tense as she ran the ice within inches of his groin, but she stopped short and deliberately reversed directions.

The ice cube she was tempting his lips with had mostly melted, and Derek snaked his tongue out to lick her moist fingers. He used one of his hands to guide hers closer to his lips so he could kiss the tip of her fingers before moving to her wedding ring and finally stopping at her wrist.

He let her hand drop once he had finished the trail of kisses. She remained immobile for several moments, her eyes locked with Derek's. When she did finally realize that she wasn't moving, she instinctively made to lean in to kiss her husband, but she stopped. She stretched out to get another ice cube, but Derek grabbed her wrist firmly to stop her.

"No more ice, I just want you," Derek dropped her hand and flipped her over so he was on top.

"But it's hot," Addison whined as he nearly devoured her neck.

"Oh, it hasn't even begun to heat up," Derek whispered as he brought his lips to hers.

Two sticky, sweaty Shepherds lay on the floor of the lounge an hour later both panting heavily. Derek smiled as he stretched his hand over and pushed a sweaty lock of red hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

"Thanks," Addison breathed heavily. They lay there on the cool tile silently for several minutes before Addison wondered, "Is the trailer air conditioned?"

"Well, yeah," Derek answered after thinking for a few moments.

"What do you say we continue this there, where it's a little less sweat?" She suggested as she pushed herself off the floor and began collecting her clothes.

"I thought you liked it hot?" Derek chuckled.

Addison slipped the salmon scrub top back over her head, "Well then let's go heat up the trailer."

"You don't have to tell me twice."