A/N : I don't blame Derek, really. This is why a woman should never wear their man's clothings if they don't wanna have squee the morning after. By Raven (Paroducks)!
Derek woke up to hear his wife cursing. A very sleepy, disheveled Derek stepped into their kitchen. His head tilted to side as he saw his wife on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess she had made. Derek's eyes widened as he saw a flash of skin as Addison's borrowed dress shirt shifted as she leaned forward. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he silently knelt behind his wife. Smirking Derek grabbed his wife's hips as he rubbed his silk boxers against her exposed skin. Startled, Addison pushed back against him as she glanced over her shoulder. Derek closer to her, molding himself to her, allowing her to feel just how much he wanted her.
"Derek!" Addison scolded as she attempted to get up.
Derek smiled at the sight of a flustered yet aroused Addison. Her cheeks were a rosy, her hair lose and curly, and her eyes were dark and smoldering. In short she was absolutely gorgeous.
Ignoring her words, Derek kissed her neck as his hand trailed a path up her outer thigh, trailing along her hip bone before sliding up the front of her shirt to cup her breast.
Addison's eyes slipped shut as his other hand came up to gently caress her stomach. She moaned when Derek nipped playfully at her ear, the hand on her stomach drifting southward.
Afterwards, Addison collapsed next to her exhausted husband, allowing him to nuzzle his nose against the creamy skin of her neck.
Derek whispered in her ear, "This is why I don't want you to wear my clothes."
Addison laughed softly as she finally succeeded to get her trembling legs to work. She paused in front of the shower door and turned to look down at Derek.
"I need a shower," Addison smirked, "I could use some help washing my back."