A/N : I don't know what her name is, and I really don't remember her penname here. I'm such a bad person. :( But I love her stories. She's writing "Healing Process" now and it rocks. It's nathalia004 from The Incision!
Derek pulled at his Armani tux, clearly uncomfortable. Addison squeezed his free hand.
"Easy Derek," she said quietly as they sat in a private box at Lincoln Center.
"I still don't understand why we're here," he muttered.
"We're here to support our daughter remember?"
"Yeah, well Ava didn't tell us that her performance wasn't until the second act."
"I know you're tired, so am I. But I promise that as soon as this is over, I'll make it up to you."
"How?"
"Good things come to those who wait darling," she replied with a mischievous smirk before returning her gaze to the dancers onstage
A small smile flitted across his face as he returned to the performance. But a few minutes later his hand worked its way underneath Addison's black silk Carolina Herrera gown. His work was rewarded with a soft gasp from his wife as he gently pushed her legs apart.
"What are you doing Derek?" Addison asked trying not to moan.
"I'm bored. I hate ballet you know that."
"Don't let Ava hear you say that."
He continued his ministrations, all the while keeping his eyes on the dancers, "We're in a private box Addie."
"And your point is what exactly?" Addison asked fighting to stay coherent.
"We're alone," he repeated, his touch driving his wife closer to the edge.
Addison looked at her husband and then a second later her lips were on his and they sank to the floor, the music from the orchestra providing the perfect cover for their activities.
An hour and a half later, Derek emerged from the theatre with his hand around Addison's waist.
"Time certainly does fly doesn't it?" Derek said as they made their way into the lobby which was partially empty by this time. They had waited in the theatre on purpose in order to be able to meet Ava when she came out.
"Yes, it certainly does," Addison said smiling as she kissed her husband's cheek.
"Ava was good."
"She was fantastic Derek. Did you remember to grab the flowers?"
Derek held up 2 dozen white and red roses, "Right here."
"I'm amazed we didn't crush them."
"We were careful," Derek said as Ava emerged from a door just off the lobby, she looked radiant.
"You were wonderful sweetheart," Addison said as she embraced her adopted daughter.
"You were magnificent baby," Derek said when Ava turned to him and he handed her the flowers.
"Thank you daddy," she said hugging him. "You have a hickey on your neck by the way," she whispered in his ear. She was smirking when she pulled out of the hug. "That's why I put you in a private box."