A/N : By the person who claims she cannot write squee. Which of course, I don't believe. By Mel (iloveleo15)
Addison watched as her husband flew in to the storage room, an angry look on his face. Meredith followed him, but was stopped when the door slammed in his face.
"Derek...?"
"It's Dr. Shepherd." He snapped, flinging the door open. "You are an intern. Do not ever address me that way in front of a patient. Ever." Meredith nodded and Derek slammed the door again. Addison saw Meredith's face scrunch up and made her way over to the intern.
"What happened?" Addison asked, her hand on the door handle.
"I made a mistake. I questioned him...I should have kept my mouth shut." Addison nodded as Meredith walked away, and then slowly turned the door handle.
"What?" He snapped, flinging around. The startled look on his wifes face broke him, and Derek sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought you were..."
"Meredith?" Derek nodded. "What happened?"
"She questioned me. In front of a patient. She questioned me, and my authority, as if she can do that!" Derek sighed. "And then when I asked her to leave she called me McDreamy." Addison stifled a laugh. "I dont mind the nickname, but not in front of a patient. It makes me sound like I'm not a real doctor." Derek took a deep breath and leaned against one of the shelves. "Plus, I was wrong about their diagnosis earlier, so I had to go back in..." Derek kicked the floor. "I just...sometimes I hate my job."
"You love your job." Addison said, resting one hand on his chest and bringing his chin up with her fingers. "Everyone has their bad days."
"Whatever. You're the star around here, Addie."
"I have my bad days too Derek. It's all part of the job." Derek took a shaky breath. "What else happened?"
"I've lost three patients today, Add. I dont know what to do. I feel like I'm losing my touch."
"I doubt that very much." She said. Derek looked down in to her eyes and attacked her mouth, pushing her against the only empty wall in the room. Addison moaned as Derek hoisted her on to the wall, letting her legs wrap around his waist and pressing himself in to her. Dereks hands roamed her clothed body, his palms finding every possible place to untuck her blouse or apply pressure. Addison let out soft moans every time he touched her in a different place. Her hands were in his hair and soon there was very little clothing left on either party. Dereks hands were cold, but Addisons body was heated enough that she barely noticed.
Just a little while later, Addison was straightening her skirt when she felt him press against her from behind. Derek placed kisses on her neck, letting his hands slide down her sides.
"Derek?"
"Yeah?" Addison spun around, one hand on her husbands waist, the other on his chest. "What?" He asked, the grin on her face mischeivous.
"That touch you were talking about?" He nodded, cocking one eyebrow. "You most certainly havent lost it."