(monts have been on my case terribly for this so they can all stop whinging now xx)

"Oh God... Owen!" Addison moaned softly as her body trembled beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, holding him in place as her perfectly manicured nails dug into his shoulders.

"Addison... fuck." Owen breathed into her ear as he quickened his pace.

"I'm, oh God!" She cried, her body thrashing as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

"Fuck." Owen groaned, gripping onto her hips as he succumbed to his own release.

"Yes." Addison sighed as Owen collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck.

"That was..." He tried to catch his breath.

"Wow." She let out a breathy laugh, her fingers moving gently through his hair.

"You're amazing." He pressed a kiss to her neck before rolling off of her.

"I could say the same about you." She smiled as she turned to face him.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"Shut up." Addison rolled her eyes at him.

"I mean it."

"You do?"

"It's your eyes… And your red hair. It suits you." He said, running his fingers through the silky locks.

"It suits me?" She asked.

"It's fiery, like you." He smirked.

"Funny." She made a face at him.

"Come here." He laughed, pulling her closer.

He wrapped his arms around her as she curled into him, resting her head on his chest. His fingers tracing up and down her back until her breathing slowed and her eyes fell shut.

The next morning, Addison was sleeping peacefully in Owen's arms until she was rudely awoken by a harsh slam. A harsh slam that sounded an awful lot like the front door.

She jolted awake and sat up, waking Owen.

"What's wrong?" He yawned.

"Someone's here." She whispered.

"What?" He panicked.

"It's probably Susan. Hide." She instructed as she got out of bed, slipping on her silk robe.

"Addie!" Archer's voice came bellowing from the foyer.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Owen cursed as he scrambled out of the bed, frantically tugging his boxers on.

Addison tried not to laugh as watched him freak out.

"This is not funny." He muttered.

"Just get in the closet and be quiet." She ordered.

"Sis! You here?" Archer yelled, now at the top of the staircase.

"In my room!" Addison hollered back, rushing to her dressing table.

"What do you want?"

"What? I can't visit my little sister?" Archer smirked.

"The Captain sent you didn't he?" She sighed as she ran a brush through her hair.

"Maybe." He chuckled.

"For God's sake, I'm fine." Addison rolled her eyes.

"You know how he is."

"Yes. But Susan comes here everyday, not to mention I have a bodyguard."

"Where is Owen by the way?" Archer questioned.

"Oh... I was out late last night. He's probably still asleep." She lied.

"Is he?" Archer raised an eyebrow.

"I guess." She shrugged.

"It's just funny because, His door was wide open and his room's empty."

"Well... he's probably in the kitchen or something."

"If you say so." Archer laughed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Addison glared at her big brother.

"Don't worry sis, your secret's safe with me." Archer winked.

"Shouldn't you be leaving now. You can tell The Captain I'm fine." She folded her arms.

"Alright. I'm going." He held his hands up, backing away.

"Bye Owen!" He yelled as he knocked the closet door.

"Out Archer!" Addison said angrily.

"See ya, sis." He laughed as he left.

She waited until she heard the front doors shut before hurrying over to her closet.

"We are so screwed." Owen whispered.

"Why?" Addison frowned.

"What do you mean why? Archer basically just caught us!"

"Oh relax. He didn't see anything and Archer would never tell anyway."

"He wouldn't?" Owen gave her a puzzled look.

"Nope. He's just being... Archer."

"You're sure?" He asked, not sounding convinced.

"Yes. Stop worrying." Addison kissed him softly on the lips.

"So... what do we do now?"

"Now we pick up where we left off last night, before we were rudely interrupted." She gave him a suggestive smile.

"I like the way you think." He smirked, pulling her towards him.