A/N: This is another one by Raven (vinh)! Queen of squee, indeed...
It was just before 1 am when Derek quietly slide the card key into the lock and eased open his wife's hotel room door and just as quietly closed it behind him. He had been very hesitant to come. In fact, he had even made it all the way to his trailer after his disastrous post-work date with Meredith but after spending two hours trying to get to sleep, he finally admitted to himself that he needed to have someone next to him in bed. And not just anyone, he needed that person to be Addison.
But after his realization that morning that Addison had once again managed to gain access to his heart, he had lashed out at her rather ruthlessly. He had seen how much his words had hurt her yet he couldn't stop the flow of words.
When she reacted to his words by handing him the divorce papers, he had to admit that he had been shocked. Even after everything that had happened between them, divorce had not even entered his mind. It hurt that Addison could even conceive of a life without him when he had to shut down emotionally to survive without her, so he had lashed out even more viciously. He should have felt triumph as he watched her try to hold back her tears but all he felt was shame. He was disgusted and disappointed with himself for intentionally hurting her. After all that he wasn't sure if she would want him in her bed tonight or ever again.
He stopped short when he noticed that Addison was asleep on the couch with the television blaring softly in the background. As he moved closer, he noticed a bottle of sleeping pills on the table along with a half full glass of wine.
"Oh, Addison," Derek whispered as he knelt down to peer at her face. He felt a stab of guilt when he noticed that the dried tear stains on her face and the redness around her eyes. He pressed a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth when he noticed that she was wearing his old college soccer shirt. Addison had always done that, when she was sad and Derek couldn't be there to hold her she'd wear his clothing to be close to him.
"I'm so sorry, Addie," Derek whispered as he continued to press mores kisses down on to her face. Addison's eyes sleepily fluttered open after a few minutes.
"Derek?" She asked her hand reaching for him as she tried to keep her eyes open.
"I'm sorry I made you cry," Derek whispered back as he smoothed her hair back from her face so that he could lean his forehead against his wife's.
Addison responded by tangling her hand into the hair at the back of his neck because it wasn't okay and there really were no words to comfort his conscience. Derek responded by wrapping his arms around her.
"Let's go to bed," Addison suggested after a few minutes of Derek just hugging her. She smiled faintly as Derek picked her up, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck. He lowered gently her to the bed. She waited until he had crawled in beside her before reaching for him.
Derek had been awake for the past thirty minutes, he hadn't been able to make himself get out of the bed and start the day just yet. So, he spent the last thirty minutes thinking while absently watching his wife sleep. He smirked as he watched his wife shift in her sleep causing the sheet covering her to slide down a few inches revealing a dusky nipple to his hungry eyes. Derek had spent much of the night rediscovering his wife's body before her previously ingested sleeping pills had dragged her off to dreamland. After previous few hours Derek couldn't image ever letting Addison go but at the same time he wasn't sure if he could forgive her and forget about the affair. Every time they got into an argument no matter how small he always sucker punched her by throwing the affair in her face. Derek wasn't sure how to move past that and if he even could yet the thought of cutting Addison out of his life and his bed made his heart hurt. They had shared so much and she was family. How can you cut someone out of your family? And if push came to shove could he actually cut her out of his family? She was the woman who still loved him after seeing and experiencing him at his worst.
As Addison rolled over onto her back, the sheet had drifted down so far that could see the curve of her hip. Groaning, Derek resigned himself to that fact that he had to ravish her one more time before he had to go in for an early surgery.
"Addie," Derek whispered, his voice betraying his need as he settled in between her legs. He traced his wife's features as she journeyed to wakefulness.
Addison smiled as she pulled his face down for a kiss as he pressed into her. She opened her mouth under his assault allowing him to battle passionately with her tongue. As the kiss deepened Derek poured out all the pent up frustration, confusion, desire, passion, and love he had for her into their embrace.
Afterwards as they both came down from their euphoric daze Addison asked sleepily, "What time is it?"
"Early," Derek responded as he eased off her, "Go back to sleep. I have an early surgery but I'll reset the alarm for you, okay?"
"Okay," Addison said as she accepted his soft kiss.
Derek stayed at her side playing with her hair until she drifted off to sleep. After a quick shower, Derek paused for one last look at his wife. His eyes had drifted to her wedding rings; this image had stayed in his mind as he kissed her forehead good bye and softly closed the hotel door behind him. With that image in his mind his own ring finger had felt conspicuously bare. He absently rubbed his ring less finger as he waited for the elevator