A/N : So I've decided to write something, thanks to Brandy's pretty wallpaper. -grins- This will be in Addison's POV. Yeah, probably the first, since we've all read about Derek lusting about Addison and stuff. Well, not our fault that Addison Shepherd is McHot, right? lol

Those blue eyes. Crystal blue eyes, you may say. Clear, piercing, and oh, let's not forget mesmerizing. I always wonder what about the dork that had my attention back in med school. Yes, it's those eyes. The day it happened, we were laughing at the cafeteria, books spread out between us. He was staring at me as I laughed, with the charming smile on his face that never fail to make me smile back. And that was when I really look into his eyes for the first time. I was mesmerized then, I was hooked. I couldn't tear my gaze off him, and as my laughter died, my eyes bore into his. It was the interuption of one of our friends that the moment passed.

"Addie?"

I spun around at the voice, and by the stove, he turned and flashed me a smile. I smiled back, laughing as I blushed slightly.

"What, almost 12 years as your husband and my smile still makes you blush?" he teased, his strong arms working to flip the fillet around.

"Shut up." I said playfully, picking up a magazine from the table top and started to browse through it.

"I'm just saying." he defended himself. "I'm flattered, really. It's like... your eyes. I still get lost in them."

He's just so sweet sometimes, you know? I raised an eyebrow at him as I peek above the magazine, my smile hidden behind it. And he was just standing there with a singlet and blue, checkered boxers, his hair combed back as neatly as it could get. I bit the bottom of my lip lightly as my eyes trailed down his body, all the way to the nicely shaped calves and his bare feet. As gently as possible, I closed the magazine and slided out of the chair. I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling his abs tense on my touch. I giggled lightly in his ear as I pressed the side of my face into his wavy hair. He tilted his head backward for our lips to meet a brief second before pulling his focus back onto the food.

"Almost done?" I asked, resting my chin on his broad shoulders.
"Almost done." He echoed me.

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After dinner, we washed the dishes--together. I was never a fan of dishwashing, and he knew it. But sometimes, we do housework together, or switch. Compromising, it's called. That's what a marriage is about, isn't it? He turned to me with a mischievious smile on his face, and I grinned back. The next thing I know, foam was flying straight into my face. I blinked back in surprise, gasped as I wipe the soapy substance off my face with the back of my hand.

"Derek!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." he laughed, passing a soaped plate over to me for rinsing.
"You're so, so dead." I warned, rubbing my eye with the back of my hand, blinking in attempt to get the moisture that had gotten into it. Immediately, Derek placed the dishes down and rinsed his hands, pulling my hand away from my eye.

"Did it get into your eye?" he asked, his tone apologetic as his blue eyes searched mine.
"No, no. I'm fine." I insisted, my hand moving back up to rub at it. He resisted it, then gently blew into my eyes. I blinked again, swallowing at his gesture. Doing it came naturally to him, but at the same time, it was something he hasn't done for a long time.

"There. Better now?" he asked, wiping the water droplets that had gotten onto my cheeks away. My gaze shifted back down, greeted by the smile on his face and his eyes. Those piercing, mesmerizing eyes. Then instead of answering him, I leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips. A long, lingering one. As I pulled back slowly, his lips came against mine. I feel his wet hands slide around my waist as mine found themselves around his back. His muscles moved under my touch as he pulled me closer to his body, his lips parting. They were soft, with a strong pressure at the same time, almost contradicting, but it felt so good. Being lost in his blue eyes makes the world spin, but being held and kissed by him, made the world disappear. It was like standing in nothingness, that the entire universe had just vanished under your feet and the only support you have was him. Nothing else existed at that point of time, nothing except for the both of you.

My fingers slided down his biceps as he pushed against me, leading the both of us back into the bedroom. I feel the softness of the bedsheets against my back as he let me down slowly, his body hovering over mine. Our lips parted reluctantly. I opened my eyes and looked into his. Love, and desire. Those were the two emotions that reflected in them. I smiled, and he returned one of his own, causing my smile to turn into a grin. My hand reached out, fingers grazing at the side of his face, sliding down to his chin. Our eyes drifted down to each other's lips at the same time, the inches between our faces closes slowly. Our lips met again, tongues roaming around. Things tend to happen in this order. First, the ground will shift, and then, the world will disappear. And finally, when it happens, it will feel like heaven.