A/N : Ooo! The balls! -lmfao- This is by Lisa (McDreamy)!

Derek shut the door behind the last of their guests and turned to face his wife. She was grinning deviously as she leaned against their new pool table and lifted her bottle of beer to her lips. He chuckled as his eyes took her in for at least the hundredth time that evening. With as absolutely sexy as she looked, it would be impossible for anyone to not want to watch her.

Her red hair was twisted off her neck, with a few tendrils falling forward and framing her face. Her white blouse was unbuttoned at least two buttons lower than she would have usually considered decent for work, highlighting her cleavage without being distasteful. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that highlighted her assets and supped just an inch above her knees. And her stiletto heels just completed the ensemble, making her legs even shapelier.

It took almost no time for him to cross the room and press his lips into hers forcefully, "I've wanted to do this all night.'

Addison shook her head, "No. That is not what we're doing. You're going to have to play me for it."

At that, she pushed Derek off of her and grabbed two pool cues. She handed one to Derek before chalking the end of hers.

Derek bit his lip as he watched her hold the cue, "You've got to be kidding me."

"What?" Addison wondered as she stretched across the table to rack the balls.

"You, in that," Derek managed, "You want me to keep my hands off of you?"

That was exactly what Addison had been looking for. She raised her eyebrows suggestively and shrugged, "All you have to do is beat me at pool. And we both know I suck."

"Yeah, but I'm going to be very distracted," Derek argued.

"Think of it as evening the score," She directed her attention to the pool table, "You want to break?"

"Sure," Derek didn't even consider offering her the first shot. He was going to win this game.

Like an expert, Derek completed the first shot, sinking two balls as he did. He breathed a sigh of relief; it looked like his concentration wouldn't be too disrupted after all. Without even realizing what he was doing, his eyes drifted up to Addison as he lined up his next shot. She was casually leaning against the pool cue with one arm while the other slowly ran up and down most of its length.

Derek choked on the shot.

"Tsk, tsk, Derek," Addison mused as she approached the table, "You are going to make this far too easy."

He walked to the counter and reached for her beer. After taking a swig he turned to watch her. She was on the opposite side of the table from him lining up her shot. When she leaned over to strike the cue ball it provided him with a perfect view straight down her shirt.

The shot was easy, and she sank it. She gave it an appreciative grin and looked up at Derek.

"Nice shot," He managed.

She made her way around the table, so she was standing just a few feet in front of Derek to make her shot. He inhaled deeply as she leaned over, her backside perfectly highlighted. She was doing this to tempt him, he was certain.

"Your turn," Addison announced as she straightened herself after the missed shot.

He walked around the table, trying to visualize a shot. Regardless of the angle he viewed the table from, all he could envision was Addison lying on top of it. He glared at her as he leaned over to make his shot.

Addison could see his frustration and slowly made her way to him. She leaned over, just as he was preparing to shoot, and whispered seductively in his ear, "Do you need some help?"

"Addie, seriously," Derek closed his eyes and swallowed, trying to concentrate.

All was lost when Addison leaned back into his ear and blew softly. He tossed his pool cue aside and straightened himself. His hands grabbed her hips, and he threw her onto the table. He lifted himself onto the table with her and pushed her backward with a passionate kiss.

"Ooh, the balls," Addison sat straight up.

"What?" Derek raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"The pool balls," Addison rolled her eyes as she lay back on the green fabric after pushing them aside.

"Oh," Derek shrugged as he leaned back in to kiss her, running his hand up underneath the hem of her skirt simultaneously.

Nearly an hour later, Addison pulled Derek's shirt on and buttoned it part of the way before slipping off the table, "That was new. Even for us."

Derek chuckled as he put his boxers back on and jumped from the pool table. He leaned over to observe the supports, "Looks like it handled our adventure pretty well."

Addison grinned, "Yep. We know how to pick 'em."