A slow smile spread over Addison's face and she began unbuttoning her pants. Derek returned her smile with a grin and laid his hands over hers. "Let me."

Sliding her slacks over her hips, he allowed his hands to rub the small of her bare back. As her pants fell to her ankles, Addison worked on Derek's shirt buttons. Using her skilled fingers, his shirt was quickly loosened and she pushed it over his broad shoulders. Bringing her hands to his face, she pulled him towards her and began kissing him with a needed feeling of being wanted. Derek returned her fervor and let his hands rise up into her shirt. He found the clasp of her lace bra and unhooked it with ease. While still kissing, Addison moved her hands down his chest until she located his belt buckle. Sucking in a breath as Derek moved his touch from her back to the softness of her breasts under her open bra, she began to unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants.

She continued to tug on his lower lip with her teeth as moved her hands over the back of his head entangling her fingers in his curly hair. She missed this; the familiarity of their caressing routine; his response when she ran her fingers over his throbbing lips after gently biting at them; and watching his eyes roll back as she shoved her hand down into his open pants and curled her fingers over his most sensitive areas.

As they quickly removed the rest of their clothing, Derek asked, "Floor or couch?"

Addison began lowering herself to the floor and replied fervently, "Floor." Derek smirked and said, "Still couch-shy, huh?"

"Shut up."

"You know you only fell off onto the hard, cold, tile that time because you didn't stay where I told you to stay."

Addison briefly remembered the time when during a rather adventurous lovemaking session, she was knocked off of the couch and onto the floor. She also remembered the bruise on her hip that didn't heal for a month. Pushing that experience from her mind and knowing that if things didn't progress soon, her head would overrule her heart, she whispered, "Derek….."

He responded by lowering himself over her. He gently nudged her knees apart and lay between them. As he entered her, she held her breath until she could begin to match his rhythm. While still filling her, he grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled it towards them. Addison wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as the deeper feeling engulfed her. If this was totally wrong, she's pay for it later, she thought. Now was the time to just enjoy being this close to him.

Addison could feel Derek's heart racing and as she braced for his final push, she drove the back of his head down so that she could lock his lips with hers for the pulsating ending. With their mouths forced upon each others, Addison and Derek both felt the rush of heat to their cheeks and the rising of goose bumps on their extremities as their climaxes merged together.

Panting and satisfied, Derek rolled off of her, but laid his hand on top of her stomach so as to not completely break their contact.

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Sam glanced at his watch. "They're running late."

"They're not coming."

"Nay, they're just a little late. Maybe Derek had to pack or Addison got a shoe fetish or something. They'll be here. Let's just enjoy the quiet while we can. They'll be fighting in front of us soon enough."

Naomi put down her wine glass and turned towards Sam. "Are you that blind?"

"What?"

"They're not coming. That fighting we saw earlier? Cerebral sparring…..which always leads to sex."

"No way. Addison is over him. She made it clear that Derek isn't staying long."

Naomi just shook her head and said definitively, "They're not coming. They're having sex."

Sam sighed and picked up his beer glass knowing nothing was going to change Naomi's mind.