A/N : OMG. This is just hot. Can I have a boyfriend like Derek in this fic? Seriously? This is another one by Lisa (McDreamy)!
Addison glanced up at her husband as he came walking into the "bedroom" with a sly grin on his face. She had been lying on top of the bedclothes with an afghan covering her body as she absent-mindedly flipped through a magazine.
"What?" She wondered as Derek stood there and looked at her.
"I have an idea," Derek reached into Addison's closet and grabbed a box with her scarves in it and sat it on the bed.
She watched as he pulled out two silk scarves and pulled at them to test their strength, "What are you doing?"
"Lie back," He instructed and pressed a kiss to her lips.
He then proceeded to tie each of her hands to the edge of the bed, rendering her arms useless. Addison bit her lip as she waited for what he would do next. Whenever Derek initiated anything creative, it was bound to end in happiness for her.
"So, I was watching a movie the other day," His lips hovered above hers, close enough so they could taste each other's breath but not touching.
"Yeah?" Addison snaked her tongue out and licked her lips in anticipation.
"Yeah," Derek confirmed and gave her a soft kiss that he terminated quickly.
"What movie?" She wondered, struggling against the restraints; she could only think of pulling her husband in for a real kiss.
"No, telling you would spoil all the fun," He began a trail of kisses along her jaw line and down her neck, "Otherwise you won't be surprised at what I'm about to do."
"Are you going to give me any hints?" She gasped as Derek nipped at her earlobe.
He shrugged and rolled from the bed without a word. Addison called after him, but Derek gave no response. After several minutes of tempting silence, Derek returned to her line of sight. In his hand was something small, but he kept it concealed and set it on the bed next to him where she couldn't quite see it.
"Yes," He said simply as he returned to teasing her lips.
"Yes what?" She murmured.
"I'm going to give you a hint," He grinned and kissed the soft spot underneath her ear causing her to moan.
"Give it to me," Addison groaned.
"I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve," Derek once again placed his lips inches from hers as he recited a line from their favorite movie, Bull Durham, and he descended on her for a deep kiss as he finished, "And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
Addison closed her eyes as Derek engaged their lips in one of the kisses he had just described; she was breathless when he finally pulled away.
"If you tied me up to read me poetry, I'm going to kill you," She warned breathlessly, referring to the movie.
"Oh, no, my love," He shook his head, "I have much better ideas in store for this."
With that, Derek broke all contact with Addison and twisted himself around so his head was near her feet. He retrieved the item he had carried over to the bed and held it out to Addison.
"Nail polish?" Addison wondered, "You're going to paint my toes?"
"I'm going to paint your toes," Derek nodded with a grin as he pulled the brush from the bottle and began painting her toes in slow strokes.
Addison's eyes were locked on her husband. At first thought, there was almost nothing erotic about nail polish, but as he brushed the red paint across each toe she became more excited. It was like ready-made temptation, and she writhed with pleasure.
If she hadn't already been completely turned on, the next thing Derek did would have still managed to push her over the edge. He sat the polish aside, for he had covered each nail in bright red paint, and leaned across her toes. With soft puffs of air, he blew on each toenail individually to dry the paint.
Addison was still gasping for breath when he made his way back up her legs, "You'd better be finishing what you started."
Derek didn't answer as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss and reached to remove the afghan.