A/N: There's always a back seat... How many things do they wanna do it on? Seriously. This is by Raven (Paroducks)!
Derek glanced at his wife, admiring the hint of cleavage peaking over the top of her lacy shirt. He shifted in his seat as he noticed that her skirt had ridden up allowing him a perfect view of her long legs under her black skirt.
After mingling for about ten minutes, Derek was getting annoyed at all the men undressing his wife with their eyes. He narrowed his eyes as he casually wrapped his arm around his wife's waist.
Derek leaned over to whisper in his wife's ear, "Let's get out of here."
"Derek," Addison hissed at him as she excused them from the conversation. She pulled him out a door near the back of the ballroom.
"Where are we going?" Derek asked absently as he watched his wife's behind as she walked in front of him, "You took me into a bathroom?"
Addison laughed as he shoved her against the closed door, "Adele told me about this rarely used bathroom."
"Who would have thought?" Derek asked as his lips descended onto hers. His hands inched up her skirt until he could brush aside his wife's panties.
As he pressed into Addison, his eyes rolled up under his lids. He paused for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of his wife. After a few moments Addison started wriggling impatiently against him. He opened his eyes to mock glare at his wife, but ended up obliging her because he was unable to deny her anything when she that wanton come hither look in her eyes.
"I love you," Derek whispered leaning his forehead against hers as he started to move against her. Addison's brilliant smile at his words caused his heart to leap.
"I love you, too" Addison whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her face was tinge slightly pink, as she started to mewl softly in encouragement as Derek picked up the pace.
He held her pressed up against the door, as the pleasure washed over then both. Derek shuddered with the aftershocks, as Addison leaned her head back against the door, panting.
Derek took several deep breaths as he tried to blink the black spots out of his eyes. He leaned back and looked at Addison's flushed face, before gently molded his mouth against her slightly open, panting mouth. His tongue slipped inside to sensually tangle with hers. Derek broke away from her mouth gradually, reluctantly because of the cramp that had formed in his leg. He settled her back on her feet, as he pulled her skirt back down, her dropped purse started beeping.
Addison picked up her purse on unsteady legs. After looking at the page, her shoulders drooped as she turned.
"It's a 911 page from Richard. I have to go in," Addison said quietly to her husband, willing him to not be upset.
"Okay," Derek whispered as he placed another soft kiss on her lips and smoothed her hair back away from her face, "I'll drive you and perhaps later on we can continue what we started. It's our anniversary for another five hours."
Addison laughed before she curled her fingers around the front of his shirt and pulled him out of the bathroom. A flushed Derek followed his wife as they make excuses and said their good byes before exiting the hospital sponsored fund raiser.
Derek dropped his keys under the car, when he heard his wife suggest, "There's always the backseat."