Can't Get Enough

4. Oops

"You're agreeing that easy?"

"It's because..." Addison leaned it then whispered "I'm horny and I need sex. You're the only person who can satisfy me, even if you made me so mad that I wanna claw your eyes out. Damn those eyes." Suddenly slipped her hand down Derek's crotch, grabbing him hard. "Hmm. You were thinking about me all day, weren't you?"

"I don't wanna think about anything else."

Addison lead the way out. "Good thing Amelia won't be home tonight." They were holding each other's hand like they're lovers again. No one noticed it the other way around. Maybe because they were used to do things like that. They didn't mind anymore because it's them, AddisonandDerek or DerekandAddison. They might be living a different life, but there are things that never changed. Connection? Still there. Friendship? Definitely intact. Love? Love? They both could deny, deep in their eyes their love for each never died. "We can just do takeouts, stay on the couch, watch movie."

"Boring."

"Well Derek, my door is always open. If you're bored, you can just walk out. It's your talent."

"You really wanna go there Addison?"

"Pick me up by 8."

Tho, Derek arrived at Addison's place earlier. As usual, he had to wait for her to finish. "For fuck's sake Addison. Just wear jeans and shirt!" But the problem was, she owns that much and she couldn't choose. Derek was no help either. "You're not gonna parade on the street anyway. So why dress up honey?" Again, their endearment. She heard him say it a lot of time, butterflies in her stomach began to dance again as if they took them back to where Derek asked her out for the first time. She's never ever gonna get tired of hearing their endearment. "I don't have a nice shirt to pair with this skinny jeans, Derek!" She's panicking as if she's going to be interviewed by the president of the United States. The only thing Derek could contribute to calm her down was...

"Ow!" To throw Addison on the bed, going on top of her and began kissing her deeply. She gave in that easy, wrapping her arms around his neck as they both deepened the kiss. Tongues were dancing and fighting until they were out of breath. He wasn't finished tho, his fingers slipped into the band of Addison's panties, pulling them off as he lowered his head down, stopping on the pleasure center. "Oh god, Derek." Addison arched her back, pulling Derek's hair, locking his head between her thighs. His tongue was making out with her other mouth, slowly making her feel better—yet breathless on the process. "I'm assuming that could make you choose your outfit now." Addison's chest was heaving, boobs were popping and it was a sight for Derek Shepherd. "Thank you. Don't keep my panties tho." She snatched her panties back from her ex husband aka current fuck buddy.

"I'm all set!" She jumped down from the last step of the stairs, getting Derek's attention who made himself a sandwich, he got hungry waiting for her. "That's my T-shirt." It's your t-shirt and I'm keeping it. "You're not taking it back. It's the only good thing you left for me." It stabbed Derek on the chest. Didn't I leave us a good memory together? Didn't we spend great times? They did—only when he was just pursuing her as a girlfriend, on the process before asking her to be his wife, in between of planning their wedding and residency. I got hungry with work proving that I'm a good husband, without thinking I'm getting worse, and losing her—the love of my life.

"It looks good on you." It was his black Star Wars t-shirt. It was one of his favorite T-shirts, but when he saw Addison wore it one time, and it looked better on her, he gave it to her as a gift on their 8th monthsary. He could still remember her cheeky smile when she opened the box. It was a precious moment for both of them. "And you're showing legs? Are you even wearing a bottom?"