A/N : Like I've said. They're doing it everywhere. By Stephanie (Beauty in the Breakdown 21), who haven't updated One Headlight in ages and I will kill her if she don't update it. You will too. But then again, after you read this, you may let her off just for a few days more. -wink-
Addison looked at the newly painted white wall proudly. She was pleased to get rid of the hideous red that had once been there. She and Derek were finally moving in to their new home. She had been in charge of all interior, while Derek chose to stay out of it. THANK GOD. The man had absolutely no taste.
"It looks good," Derek commented from the door way. Addison smiled. "But what about the other 3 walls?"
Addison flung her wet paint brush at him. " Shut up! It took me 3 hours to get this wall perfectly white. Whoever lived here first had absolutely NO taste. Red walls, Derek? Who paints a room red?" Addison ranted.
"I'm sorry that everyone doesn't have your immpecable taste," Derek said, strolling into the bed room. He bent over to pick up a paint brush. He dipped the tip in the ultra white paint and dabbed it on her nose.
" Need some help?" He offered, with a teasing grin. Addison looked at him surprise.
"Oh yea. Tons," she replied and ran her brush over his face. Derek stuck his tongue out at her. He reached his hand into the tub of paint and rubbed it into her hair.
"NOT THE HAIR!" Addison shrieked. Derek laughed. The war had officially begun.
The Shepherds splashed paint all over themselves and the room. Derek slipped on the plastic covered floor and fell into the paint plate, butt first.
Addison cracked up from above him.
Derek glared and pulled her down. Addison strattled his lap and grinned.
"I told you not to go for the hair," she teased.
"What about for this?" he asked before running his paint brush down her neck and chest. Addison looked at him in disbelief. Derek took this as an opportunity to kiss her. The kisses between the paint covered couple heated up within seconds. Derek pulled his old college t-shirt over Addison's head and threw it in the empty paint bucket.
"I really hope this stuff washes off," Addison said sometime later. Derek looked down at her paint caked hair, shoulders and face.
"Why don't we find out?" Derek suggested. He picked her up and carried her down the hall, leaving their paint splattered clothes in the middle of their mess.
"You are going to be the one to clean all that up! And doing THAT will not help your case." ... " okay, maybe a little."