A/N: I love Addie and Derek. And I loved how cute they were when they talked about the futon couch. I did not love writing this chapter. It was hard to come up with the right mood and situaton. I hope I've done it justice. Please review, seriously people, I LOVE it when I get to read your feedback and it makes me want to write just that much more...

Addison had a very ugly, very heavy futon couch.
-Derek Shepherd… "Oh, the Guilt"

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Derek grunted from exertion as he managed to get the futon couch to its desired location. He looked to Addison, who had just reentered the living room from the bedroom, for approval. She pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly, trying to get a better view. After a moment of observation she shook her head.

"What part of put it across from the kitchen was too confusing for you?" Addison propped her hands on her hips in disapproval.

Derek gave an audible groan, "Addie, you've got to be kidding me. I distinctly remember you telling me to put it across from the door."

"I would never have told you that," She responded quickly, "You obviously have no taste for design."

"It's a very ugly futon, Addison," He retorted, "Putting it against another wall isn't going to change that."

Addison rolled her eyes, "You just can't stand that you put it in the wrong spot."

"No, I think I put it where you told me to," He answered, "You've changed your mind and want me to move it now."

She narrowed her eyes into a glare, "Derek, stop arguing and just move the futon."

"Addie, it must weigh a thousand pounds!" He whined, "Let's just leave it here and accept that it's going to stick out like a sore thumb where ever we put it."

Addison raised her eyebrow disapprovingly, and Derek knew she wasn't appreciating his logic.

But he really wished that she would. They had been married just over a month and this was the first Sunday since then that neither of them had to work or had tests to study for. It only stood to reason that Derek didn't think the day should be spent moving into their new apartment. Rather, moving heavy, ugly futons was at the bottom of a long list that mostly contained sex with Addison.

"Derek, are you just going to stand there with that pathetic look on your face all day?" Addison wondered, a disapproving grin on her face.

"Addie, let's just forget this whole futon business and have sex," He gave his shoulders a quick shrug and tried to give her his best puppy dog eyes.

Biting her lip to keep from laughing, Addison crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head, "Derek, you are not getting within 10 feet of me until you move the futon."

"What if I'm too exhausted and weak to move it?" He attempted hopefully.

"Then you should be glad I have such fantastic taste in furniture," Addison answered with a smirk, "It's very comfortable to sleep on."

Derek narrowed his eyes to glare at her, rather enjoying himself now, and, when Addison narrowed her eyes to match his glare, they both broke into peals of laughter. As he laughed, he couldn't help but hear her. Her soft laughter never failed to make an impression on him every time he heard it, for it was one of the most beautiful sounds ever.

When they had finished laughing and they had come into silence with mutual smiles on their faces, Derek murmured softly, "You have a beautiful laugh."

In the moments it took Addison to respond, Derek actually wondered if he'd merely thought the words. But she finally responded, "Thank you. But don't think you're getting out of moving it that easily."

"A man can't even pay his wife a compliment anymore?" He rolled his eyes.

"I know the way you think, Derek Shepherd," She reminded him with a grin.

He sighed, finally admitting defeat, "You know, you could help me move this. Then it wouldn't be so bad."

Addison scoffed, "You think that I am going to help you move furniture?"

"It was worth a shot," He shrugged, turning his gaze down to the futon.

With all his concentration, Derek bent his knees for support and hoisted one end of the piece of furniture. Just as he was feeling as if his arms were going to come out of their sockets, he realized that the other end of the futon was being lifted. He glanced up and saw Addison at the other end, trying to help.

Derek flashed her an appreciative grin.

"You just looked so pathetic; I took pity on you," She shrugged.

He nodded and began leading the futon to the wall Addison had originally directed. It took them several minutes. The futon was heavy, and Addison was rather inept at moving furniture. But they finally maneuvered the futon to its desired location, and they both collapsed back across the couch, the tops of their heads touching.

"I don't see what you were whining about," Addison remarked after a few minutes, "That wasn't so bad."

Derek laughed softly, "You are such a bad liar."

Addison propped herself up on her elbows and stared indignantly at him, "I cannot believe you just said that."

He grinned up at her and lifted his hand so that it was behind her head, "Oh just shut up and kiss me."

At that, he guided her lips down to his, and they kissed.