A/N : This one is by Lisa (McDreamy)! Ok, I need to stop them, or even myself from reading them. Too hot!

An envelope with his name scrawled across the front in handwriting he recognized immediately slid across the chart he was working on. He glanced up momentarily and locked eyes with his wife who deviously raised an eyebrow. Derek gulped, that look made him want to tear into the envelope right there at the nurse's station, but it also suggested he should wait until he got to a much more private venue.

"There, tell Karev to proceed with treatment as prescribed," Derek scribbled his name at the bottom of the chart and handed it to the nurse behind the desk.

He glanced around. Addison had disappeared, and no one seemed to be in urgent need of a neurosurgeon. With an extra burst of speed, he made his way into the lounge. It was empty, and he collapsed on the couch.

Furiously, his hands tore at the seal and he pulled out the letter. He grinned as he began reading:

My Derek,

Are you alone? I'd recommend finding some privacy or stashing this away until you find some. It's not exactly something I'd want… well, anyone except you to see.

It is 6 in the morning, and Doc and I are watching the sunrise outside. It's been 24 hours since I've seen you and . . . at least 3 days since we last made love. I need you Derek.

My body literally is aching for you. I need your lips to take mine in the perfect kiss. I need your hands to tangle themselves in my hair as you support my head. I yearn for the sensation of your teeth nibbling on my earlobe, which will successfully make me putty in your hands.

I want to taste your skin. I want to see the look of desire in your eyes from just my touch. I want my hand to explore every inch of your body, leaving a perfect trail for my lips to follow.

I can think only of getting lost in your arms. I need to hear you say my name. I want to find that moment where I can no longer remember who I am or who I'm with, that moment where directions and labels mean something. I quiver at the thought of experiencing the moment when you and I become one.

Will you come home, Derek? Will you let me feel your heart beat against mine? Will you let me become a part of you? Will you let me spend the rest of the night with only the thought of you and me? Will you let me love you?

Only thinking of you….

Your Addie

Derek swallowed hard. He still had four hours left on his shift. But, now, all he wanted to do was Addie. God, these were going to be the longest four hours of his life.

He slumped along the couch and closed his eyes, still clutching the letter. How was he going to perform surgeries when all he could picture was his wife's naked body? How was he supposed to concentrate on medical issues when all he wanted to do was concentrate on loving Addison? The answers to these questions, and about a million others, evaded him.

"Oh, screw it," Derek mumbled to himself. He had taken very few personal days since his arrival in Seattle, and there was no way anyone was keeping him away from Addison.

+

"Evil," Derek tossed the letter that was still grasped in his hand at his wife as he entered the trailer.

"Satan," Addison raised her eyebrow, "Although I'm guessing you appreciated it a little bit more than you're letting on."

Derek nodded and took two steps forward; kissing her with such force that she stumbled backward until they slammed against the counters. He nipped at her bottom lip and began to travel downward. On the way down her neck and collar bone he nipped and kissed softly. He grinned with satisfaction as her head rolled backward and she closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping from her lips.

"It's been way too long since we've done this," Derek whispered hot in her ear.

"I was the one who had to tempt you here," Addison countered as she pushed him the few feet across the walkway, so her body was pushing him against the counters.

Derek took her lips with his as she untucked his flannel shirt, "No talking."

Addison just nodded as she directed her attention to his pants.

Derek snaked his arm out across the floor of the trailer as he and Addison lay together after their intimacy and grabbed the letter. He held it out to her, "Next time you feel like writing one of these? Don't give it to me at work."

"What makes you think I'm writing another one?"

"Because it makes me do this," Derek rolled back on top of her and kissed her again.