A/N : Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep sw-squeeing, just keep squeeing... Dulchey (Dulcineah1)
Addison sighed as she flipped through the channels again. The Travelodge got a total of six stations, and there was nothing on. She missed staying in five star hotels where you not only had two hundred some channels and all the premium ones as well, but room service where you could get a DVD player and any movie you wanted. But Derek had been asked to speak at a neurological conference in Tucson by an old friend of his, and he had asked Addison to join him. And said old friend had booked the conference here, at this budget motel just off of I-10. It wasn't that bad, really, the Travelodge was downright luxurious compared to the trailer, but Derek had been at the conference all day and she had finished her book two hours ago and she was bored.
She'd thought earlier that she might go outside and get a little tanning in, maybe lie by the pool for awhile or go swimming, but the sky had gone gray around two, and rain had been pummeling the streets for the last hour and a half. Just great. Tucson was supposed to have three hundred and sixty days of sunshine a year, and she just happened to be here when it rained.
The door opened and Derek entered the room, shaking a few drops of water from his hair. "Wow. It's really coming down out there, isn't it?"
"I thought it wasn't supposed to rain in the desert," Addison pouted. "You lured me here under false pretenses, Dr. Shepherd."
"I'm sorry, babe." Derek gave her an apologetic grin and the McDreamy look and Addison had to fight hard to stay mad at him. "But I'm done for the day, so why don't we go do something?"
Addison raised her eyebrow. "Like what? It's raining, unless you can't tell."
"We could go somewhere," Derek suggested. "I'm sure there's something interesting to see around here."
"Do you know where any of it would be?" Addison countered. "Or if it would be open this time of day?"
Derek shook his head. "Not a clue."
Addison sighed. "Damn."
"What did you want to do?" her husband asked, sitting down beside her on the bed.
"I wanted to go swimming, but it's raining." She knew she was complaining, but she would make it up to Derek later. She was used to an extremely hectic lifestyle and boredom always brought out the worst in her.
"I've got an idea." An evil grin spread across her husband's face, and Addison shrunk back. She knew that look, and it never led anywhere good.
She started to protest, but before she knew it Derek had leapt off the bed, pulled her to her feet, and lifted her up and over his shoulder. He had taken her by surprise, and by the time Addison could process what was going on they were already outside and headed for the pool.
"Oh no. No, no, no," she protested, struggling in vain against Derek's firm hold. The rain was still falling furiously, plastering her hair to her head in wet strands and causing her clothes to cling to her body. "Derek, I'm warning you, if you don't let me go, I'll--"
"You'll what?" her husband teased, taking another two steps toward the pool. "What's it worth to you?"
Addison expected him to throw her in, but instead Derek lowered her down to the ground, although he kept his arms locked firmly around her waist. He was soaked as well, with water dripping off of his hair and even his eyelashes, and a few drops fell onto her face as Derek bent his head and kissed her.
Her arms went around him immediately as she pressed against him, the heat from Derek's kisses spreading throughout her body. She slid her hands beneath his shirt and peeled it off of him, tossing it onto a nearby lawn chair.
Derek grinned as his hands moved swiftly up the front of her shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it back over her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her skirt, and with a wink and a seductive smile at her husband, dove into the pool.
Derek followed within seconds, yanking off his shoes and jumping in after her. Addison was waiting for him.
The rain really wasn't so bad. Neither was Tucson. And she just loved swimming.