A/N : -phew!- Thanks to Raven, here are the ones that have not been posted before the thread was deleted. This is by Kendel (kendel17). Enjoy!
Addison laid across the foot of her bed and stared at her husband. This had never happend to her before. Dispite her best efforts she could not get her husband interested in sex. And she had tried, she had tried all afternoon. As soon as she had gotten out of surgry at 4 that afternoon she had started trying. She had been subtle, she had been suggestive, she had blantly told him that she wanted to have sex 'right here, right now' when she had cornered him in the mens washroom. All she had gotten was a 'I can't Addy, later'. She wasn't interested in later, she was interested in now. She had had a stressful morning and a really stressful surgry and she needed release.
And he was ignoring her. Not in a indifferent, your there but I don't see you sort of way, he was actually ignoring her. Since he had gotten home he had sat at the kitchen table pouring over charts and medical journals and video's of the proceedure that he was performing in the morning. She knew that he was nervous, and that he had never done this proceedure solo befor, but she also knew that he would do great and that he was just getting himself worked up. Really it was in his best interest just to give in to her.
So since she had gotten home she had stepped up her efforts. When she had showered she had left the door ajar and tilted the mirror so she knew he could see her. After she had taken her time getting dressed, first wandering around the trailer in just a towel as she moisterized and brushed out her hair, always in his line of vision. The hair tactic never failed, until now.
She'd carefully picked out what she wanted to wear, he wasn't going to go for 'sex vixon' right then, she had to go with 'naturally sexy, i'm not actually trying to get you into bed, I can't help it if you want to rip my clothes off'. So she'd casually donded some boycut panties and a ribbed tanktop, noticing as she did that Derek had picked up his papers and moved to the couch where he couldn't see her. She knew he couldn't actually ignore her.
But he still was, he kept his eye's stubbornly on his papers, barely glancing at her as moved around him, showing off her every curve as she did. Addison suppressed a sigh. She was going to have to take complete control of the situation cause clearly just tempting him was not going to work. She crawled over to where Derek was sitting, she gently took his earlobe between her teeth, something that always turned him on, and ran her fingers lightly over his chest. He reached up and locked his fingers with hers, "Not now," he murmured.
Addison sat back on her heels. "Seriously? You have been going over this for hours. Maybe if you just relaxed..."
"Addy," he cut her off, "I need to go over this stuff. This surgery is to important not to be prepared."
Addison stared at him, "Fine."
Which brought her to where she was now, stretched out on bed, alone and ignored.
"Derek?"
Derek looked up at her and smiled, she did look adorable.
"I'm going to bed. Is there any chance that you are planning on joining me?"
Derek glanced at the papers around him, "I just want to review this one more time."
Addison was beyond trying to mask her disappointment. "Okay," she crossed the trailer to kiss him goodnight. He tilted his face up to her expecting a light peck on the lips, what he got was a kiss so deep and so intense it left him breathless.
"Night," she whispered, heading back to the bedroom, casting one last glance at her husband, she turned out the light. Derek tried to look away as he watched her silouette pull the tanktop over her head and crawl between the sheets.
Addisons last coherent thought befor she drifted of to sleep was, 'I am sexing him tomorrow wether he likes it or not'.
Hours later Addison became aware of strong arms encircling her waist and lips nuzzling her neck, "So now your in the mood," she murmured, tensing slightly as Derek's hand lightly traced the seams of the only clothes she was wearing.
"I was never not in the mood, I was just busy," Derek whispered, his hands working to free her of her reamaining garment.
Addison groaned, "I'm sleeping."
Derek laughed, "Well wake up, I have surgery in less then 6 hours and I have some built up sexual frustration. Besides, I'll be fast."
Addison couldn't help but laugh, "How can I refuse that."
40 minutes later they lay completely entangled, slick with sweat and still trying to recover.
"Your only going to get 4 hours of sleep," Addison murmured in her husbands ear as he lay completely spent against her neck.
"Right, surgery."
"No," Addison lightly kissed his sweaty hair, "I was planning on releaving some pre-surgery stress when you woke up. Your going to need your energy."