A/N : He never did that to me. bahahahha! Credits go to Chelsea (DrMcQPS)!

"Derek, you are crazy," Addison hissed as she tried to push him off of her.

"Aw, come on Addie," he purred as he nipped at her ear, "you're the one who wore that skirt."

"If I had closet space," she whispered, giving in to the kisses on her neck, "I would have room for more clothing and wouldn't have to wear this skirt so much."

"You love the trailer," Derek mumbled into her hair.

She pulled back and glared at him.

"Seriously! Derek, I hate-"

He silenced her by capturing her mouth in a long, soft, slow kiss.

"What was that darling?"

Her mouth gaped and she looked at him dazed.

"Nothing honey," her voice sounded sweet and innocent.

"I thought so," he remarked smugly.

"But seriously Derek, we can't do this here, it's an OR!"

"You know Addison," he said cunningly, "you were much more adventurous when you were younger."

His comments were below the belt and he knew it. But they also did the trick.

"When I was younger? I'll show you, Dr. McDreamy," she shot back before pouncing on him.

She pushed him back against the wall and threw off her lab coat. His eyes widened a little, in shock at the fire in her eyes.

"Well now, Dr. Sheppard-"

"Derek, you talk too much."

Her mouth was pressed against his and slipped her tongue between their lips; he moaned and let his tongue massage hers.

His hands drifted under her shirt and felt up and down her soft skin. Then he spun her around and lifted her up by her thighs. She squealed and smiled as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"Dr. Sheppard, I am impressed."

"Not yet you aren't," he promised.

Moments later, they were both breathing heavily. Addison's forehead was resting on Derek's shoulder. Her grip on his shoulders tightened when she looked up.

"Oh my god. $#!t. Derek," she looked pointedly at the gallery as she jumped out of his arms and fixed her skirt.

Derek gasped his head rolled back as pulled his pants back up and grabbed their lab coats off of the floor.

"This never happened," he barked at the gallery windows as he fled the OR after Addison.

"Seriously? He's really that good?"

Izzie's mouth was hanging open as she looked over to Meredith.

"Don't look at me."

"Mer, come on," Cristina prodded.

"What he never did that to me!"

"I wish I were McBlind," George commented.

"Dude, I said she was McHot," Alex remarked.

"Well, now I know why you were sleeping with my boss," Miranda shook her head, laughing slightly at Meredith's unclassifiable expression.

"What! He never did that to me!"

"Alright people, show's over," Miranda pointed towards the door, "and these weekly intern meetings: not happening. Ever again."

The intern, sans Meredith, grumbled and chuckled as they left the gallery. Meredith just slunk into a seat, her face still expressionless.

"He never did that to me."