A/N : "It's your territory, and she's peeing all over it." - Cristina Yang. Now how true is that? In squee-land? Very true. :P Here's another one by me.
"Derek." she whispered as she buried her head into the side of her neck, smiling as she feel the warmth of his body behind her as the cold wind blasted ruthlessly into their faces. He wrapped his arms tighter around her body and took a whiff from her hair.
"Mmm..." she mumbled, closing her eyes for a brief moment before she turned to him for a kiss on the lips. It was 5am in the morning and they were on the ferry boat ride since an hour ago, both waiting to watch the sunrise by the waters. "It was so beautiful." she admitted, feeling his lips curled up into a smile as he rested his chin on her shoulders.
"I told you." he teased. "There's no way you wouldn't love it here."
Addison opened her eyes and spun around, now the front of her body pressing against Derek's as she started drawing her fingers around his shirt. He moved his hands up her back, rubbing it gently as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"I'd love it better if we could get a proper house." she pushed on, feeling Derek's arms around her waist loosen a little as he sighed.
"I don't know why you hate the trailer so much." he pouted, running a hand through his hair for the third time. It wasn't doing any good though, considering the wind will just blow it out of place. Addison's hair however, was kept neatly under the french cap.
"But there isn't enough room for sex." she pointed out. Then Derek looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What? It's true."
Derek took a glance around the deck of the ship. There wasn't anyone around, considering that it was too early in the morning for anyone to wake up on a Sunday morning. He looked to his wife with a smile, and knowing that he was up to something, Addison pushed herself off him, looking around the deck self-consciously.
"What?"
"There's enough space here." he said.
"You're kidding me."
"I'm serious." he challenged.
"No. No way, Derek. There is no--" His lips pressed against hers, his tongue flickering out to part them. His arms that gripped around her shoulders released, his hands now moving to her back as he pulled her closer to his body. They stopped, pausing to take a breathe before their lips met again, his hands moving to her stomach and push the coat off.
"It's cold, Derek." she mumbled against his lips.
"Mm-hmm." he agreed, but tug it off her body anyway. He pushed their bodies backwards, hoisting her up onto a table as they lay down on it, with Derek's lips working his way down to her neck and to the collar of her low-cut v-neck blouse.
30 minutes later, the both of them lay on the empty deck floor with clothes stacked over their still naked bodies as the snuggled up against each other's body, their eyes gaze up at the blue sky.
"I told you we shouldn't do it here." Addison teased, burying her head into her husband's chest. He rubbed her arms with a laugh. "It would be easier if the wind wasn't so cold."
"It's Seattle, Derek. You should know."
He turned to her with a smile, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "But at least we managed to, even if it's for awhile."