A/N: Drunken Addison. A definite turn on...for Derek. Hee. This is by Lisa (McDreamy)!
"So, tonight was fun," Addison drawled as she ran her hand along Derek's collarbone.
"You would think that," Derek shrugged her hand off as he merged onto the highway, "How many martinis did you have?"
Addison made a show of counting the number of drinks in her head, "5, 6. No 7. Definitely 7. But maybe it was 8."
"You are going to be so sick tomorrow," He rolled his eyes and patted her knee softly.
They had gone the hospital cocktail party with an open bar. Addison, somehow, had ended up going through martinis like crazy. Derek figured it had something to do with her still being uncomfortable around Meredith. Regardless, he was driving back to the trailer with a very intoxicated Addison in the passenger seat.
"You looked really good tonight, Derek," Addison leaned across the console and whispered in his ear.
"Thanks," Derek grinned, "You look like a knockout in that dress.
The inebriated Addison rolled her eyes, "That's why I chose it!"
"I figured as much," He couldn't hide the amusement in his voice, sober Addison would never have admitted that she'd selected her dress to purposely turn her husband on.
But, apparently, drunk Addison only had turning Derek on in mind. Her tongue was snaking out and licking at the spot before her earlobe seductively while her hand was trailing down the front of his white tuxedo shirt.
Derek swallowed and closed his eyes momentarily, "I'm trying to drive, Addie."
"And I'm trying to have sex with you," Her voice was hot and breathy in his ear.
"We are twenty minutes away from the trailer; could you have a little patience?" He knew his request would fall on deaf ears. Drunk Addison wasn't patient or logical.
While her teeth nibbled at his earlobe, Addison's hands clumsily attempted to undo his bowtie. In the interest of saving his neck, Derek used one hand to remove the tie and tossed it aside. She unbuckled the seatbelt to give herself more ability to move; Derek didn't even both to request that she put it back on.
Addison's fingers worked at unbuttoning his white shirt. Her lips followed her fingers, placing a trail of moist kisses where each button had been. Soon, his chest was exposed, and her lips were back up kissing her neck while her hand made a trail from his navel to the waistband of his pants.
A soft groan escaped Derek's lips as Addison's actions began to take effect on his body. He could feel Addison smirk against his neck, and she reached down and unzipped his fly.
If Derek hadn't been completely gone before, he was as soon as her mouth joined her hand at his groin. His eyes began to roll back in his head, but the part of his brain that was still functioning stopped him from completely succumbing to her touch. He forced his mind to the old stand-by of baseball and slowly guided the Range Rover off to the side of the road.
He took a moment to survey his surroundings, but he knew there wouldn't be any people for miles. The trailer was in the middle of nowhere, and the roads getting there were just as deserted. Assured of their anonymity, Derek allowed his hand to get entangled in her red hair, and he guided her head up to his mouth.
Though he had been enjoying what Addison had been doing very much, Derek had been fantasizing about ravishing Addison all evening and he needed more than that simple stimulation. He captured her lips in a kiss and pulled her across the console and into his lap after scooting the driver's seat back as far as possible.
Once she was in front of him, his lips trailed down her neck and collarbone stopping at the moment her cleavage disappeared in the low-cut dress. Derek put his lips back to hers in an intense kiss while his hands hoisted the skirt of her dress up around her waist. He groaned when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"God, if 'd known you weren't wearing anything under here I wouldn't have waited this long," He said between kisses.
Addison giggled and silenced him with a kiss as she guided her hips to meet his.
After they had both reached their peaks, drunk Addison sloppily kissed Derek on the lips before trying to climb back into her seat. She looked back and giggled at him.
"That was fun," Addison asserted.
Derek pulled the car into park and guided it back onto the road, nodding in agreement, "I'm really wondering why I don't get you drunk more often."