A/N : So I was bored, and I decided to write something. And here it is.

She sandwiched a piece of toast between her lips as she fixed her hair infront of the mirror, her two hands working to tie her hair up into a neat bun, fumbling around the black pins that was held between fingers . Suddenly, an image crept in from the sight of the mirror, staring back at her was a wide-eyed Derek, his hair unkempt. She jumped, her yelp muffled by the toast in her mouth. She let go of the hair in her hands and turned around to face her husband, about to smack him straight in his arm for scaring her that early in the morning when he dove down, stealing the piece of toast out of her mouth.

"Derek!" she shrieked as he laughed, pulling her body to his with one arm while another hand reached up to pull the toast out of his mouth as he chewed the other portion in his mouth.

"Morning, babe." he grinned, taking another munch on her breakfast, then leaned in, kissing her on her lips. She pulled away, wiping the crumbs off around her lips as she backhanded him playfully in his chest.

"Get your own toast, evil." she complained, then turned back to the mirror and started gathering her red hair up into a ponytail again. But Derek's arms snake around her waist from behind as he kissed her at the side of her neck, causing her to squirm away.

"Derek Shepherd!" she shrieked, turning around to face her chuckling husband. "Do you realise that I have already showered! And I am about to be late for work so I do not want to enter the hospital smelling like toast!" she stomped her foot, pushing Derek away forcefully. But he refused to budge, and shoved the toast into her mouth unexpectedly. She took a bite from it, rolling her eyes as she returned her gaze to the mirror. Derek let go of her waist and ran his fingers through her red hair, patting it down at the sides.

"What are you doing?" she asked flatly, folding her arms in front of her chest as she glared at her husband from the reflection.

"Fixing your hair." he explained through the food in his mouth. Addison raised an eyebrow.
"Fixing my hair? You?" she asked, turning around to face him. "Doesn't that sound wrong? Usually I'm the one fixing your hair."

He laughed, now tearing his eyes off her hair and gazing straight into her green eyes. "Now, all done." he said, feeding her more toast. In mid chew, Addison's eyes widened at a sudden realisation.

"Derek..."
"What?"
"Please tell me you did not use the hand you took the toast to make my hair." she warned, only amusing Derek. His arms made their way around her, pulling her forward as he dive in for a quick kiss on her lips. Behind her back, he switched the half-eaten toast in his hands, then thread his fingers through her hair.

"Now." he whispered against her lips. "You have crumbs in your hair."

And before Addison could start smacking and shrieking at him, pressed her body against his and leaned in for a deeper kiss, cutting her words off.

"We. Should. Shower. Together. Now." he said, kissing her after each word. Addison sighed. She definitely wasn't going to go in smelling like toast with crumbs in her hair. It was unprofessional, and very unlike of her.

"I am going to shower. Alone." she emphasized the last word, pushing her way out of her husband's embrace. Derek reached out for her arm, pulling her back and gave her his best puppy pout. She sighed.

"I always wondered why you're called McDreamy. You should be named McPouty." she mused.

"Well I only give pouts to my special special wife." he teased.
"God, and those eyes. Were you a puppy the lifetime before?"
"If I say yes, would you let me join you in the shower?"
"Honey, Richard would be more than just pissed if the both of us turn in late."
"What makes you think we wouldn't just be having a decent shower together?" Derek teased, an eyebrow raised. At that, Addison laughed.
"Oh do you think I would believe that you wouldn't jump on me the moment the first piece of clothing is off my body?" she challenged, her hands now teasing at his chest, fingers drawing circles on his muscles.

"Yes." he said, but a playful smile was drawn across his face. Addison's eyebrows raised higher at that.
"Alright." she said. "No touching then."
"Ok, no." he corrected almost immediately, receiving a good natured laugh from his wife. "C'mon, Addie." he plead.

"Derek, Richard will--"
"Richard will have to understand. He's a man afterall. He has his urges."

Addison laughed at the thought, allowing Derek to inch forward for a soft kiss. "You realise that the image of Adele and Richard going at it is such a turn off, right?"

Derek made a face, then stuck out his tongue at her. "Well my lady, you're suppose to be looking at my body, thinking about my body and--"

"Derek." She cut him off with a smile.
"Hmm?"
"Shut up and undress."