"Our relationship is like an addiction..."

Addison voice echoed inside Derek's brain as he was watching her pack her bags, ready to go... again.

"So are you saying that our relationship is a drug?" a very good drug."Derek, you're a neurosurgeon and your neurons aren't cooperating. Drugs are not the only thing in the world related to addiction." He winced when his ex-wife commented, resting her hand on her tilted hip. He's not gonna lie, he missed the way Addison looks at him like that, the less sensible argument they have—the fun from all of it. "Well I can relate you, Addison because your name sounds like addiction." And I think I'm still addicted to you.

"Don't start Derek." She finally zipped her bag close. "I'm catching my flight."

"You're flying private." He argued back, pulling her down the bed with him. "Don't go, Addison." As much as she wanted to stay with him on the bed all day, doing the rated PG things that only two of them can witness, she couldn't. She still has "Work." Addison mumbled, sitting up, sighing hardly. She looked at Derek with a sad smile, indicating that they're going to flip another leaf of their book again.

They both knew that once they entered the complicated version of the book of their lives, it's already hard to stop and there's no way out. Even though they tried to keep themselves from falling onto each other's trap. One call of "I miss you." and they're already on each other's throat again, touching and scratching, biting and marking. That's how possessive and authoritative they are when it comes to AddisonandDerek or DerekandAddison. No one wants to give up on whose name should be said first—howbeit, they always give in to the heat of their body's needs and desires.

An apologetic look received by Derek. "Sorry, Derek. The practice needs me."

And I need you. He didn't have to say it out loud, because he's already coming in again to penetrate Addison's wall by untying her robe and slipping his hands up and down her side. She wanted him to stop but at the same time she's enjoying the good feeling Derek was giving her and it was so hard to resist. It's Derek, her Derek. And his touches were so magical, sending Addison to heaven. "Once I lock your hips with my knees..." Derek purred, licking his ex-wife's earlobe. "You'll find yourself begging."

"Hmm. Not unless if I pin you first." Addison was fast pinning Derek down the bed, but not strong enough to hold him still and when Derek moved swiftly, Addison was suddenly underneath her ex-husband, squirming her way out of his possession. "Wanna fight me, honey?" Addison's eyes widened when she heard the endearment they used to tell each other when they were still together. It rolled out from Derek's tongue so natural as if they still are— together. For heaven and hell's sake! They had an agreement.

· no strings attached

· no calling of endearment

· just pure sex

Derek noticed the abrupt change on Addison's eyes as the blood drained off her face. Her eyes became glassy— betrayal of the deal? That certain shade of blue and green mixed together which made her look more vulnerable yet provocative. "No." She shook her head. "I'm not gonna fight this time, Derek. Because I have a flight to catch." And I already lost. "We say 25 minutes?" she bargained. "One hour." And he also did, yet Addison shook her head in disapproval. "Please Addison. We won't see each other again for the next 2 months."

"Come on Derek, you're already hovering me and you're the one to beg?" Addison showed him a winning smirk. That made Derek's eyes darken. With his strong hands, he pulled the robe that was covering Addison's body, leaving her bare and fragile. She's still beautiful.

Derek slipped his middle finger down to her west side, feeling the tension building in high. "Oh look who's talking." He teased, rubbing his finger so slow making Addison cringe in annoyance. "You're dripping Addison." Derek was grinning, looking intently at the woman who was already panting so hard, lifting her hips high, impatiently waiting to be penetrated with his talented fingers. "Relax Addie. We'll get there." He chuckled still rubbing her down there with a very slow pace. "Derek it's not funny!" That was an almost cry. Derek withdrew his finger then put it in Addison's mouth. She sucked her juices off his middle finger happily, swirling her tongue like what she was doing on the tip of Derek's shaft when giving him a head. Derek felt his manhood throbbing in his already tight boxers. Addison noticed it so she sucked harder and licked slower while staring at the growing bulge inside Derek's undergarment. Two can play at a time, Derek.

•to be continued•