To Ashy, on her birthday :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASHLEY!
Title: Life Lessons
Pairing: Addison/Derek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,422
Summary: Derek teaches Addison a few new skills.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use.
For sweetone41185 on her birthday. Since I'm too poor to send you a real gift, and I can't make graphics worth shit. But if you squint hard enough, you might find some plot to go with the smut :)
I love you, bb!
Her cell phone sailed across the tiny room and slammed into the wall, crashing to the floor at the same time as she sank to her knees in the bathroom. She buried her head in her hands as she felt the hot burn of tears begin to make its presence known.
She hated this.
She hated having a husband who wouldn’t answer his phone. She hated Seattle. She hated the trailer. She hated this day. She hated feeling like no one cared. And most of all, she hated that the one person she loved most in the world probably didn’t love her at all.
She slumped all the way to the floor and began to cry.
••••
The light brush of fingers on her cheek startled her awake.
“Derek?” she whispered groggily, the headiness of sleep still surrounding her. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes.
He was already hoisting her to her feet, his arm around her to steady her. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, stumbling a little as he started to lead her toward the bedroom.
“You’re home?” she finally managed. “Is it late?”
It was dark outside. She tried to remember falling asleep, but all she could remember was crying.
“It’s only nine, Addie,” he said.
He stopped by the edge of the bed and helped her to sit.
“I thought we could spend some time together,” he said.
She blinked.
“Why?” she said.
He shrugged. “There’s something I think we need to do.”
She frowned. “What?” she asked cautiously. There was a familiar feeling of dread in her stomach, and she felt the sting of tears threaten again.
What was wrong with her today?
She wiped her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tears.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her.
She shook her head, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was already heading toward the kitchen.
“I’ll make us something,” he called over his shoulder.
Addison just sighed. A tear slid down her cheek.
Derek didn’t notice.
•••
They ate in silence. Or rather, Derek ate. Addison mostly pushed stuff around her plate with her fork. She was petrified by what Derek wanted to talk to her about. Of all the days, she wasn’t sure she could deal with him telling her he didn’t want her today.
He waited until dinner was over and the dishes were done and they were facing each other at the small table to begin talking.
“So I was thinking,” he started quietly, “about you and Mark.”
Her head snapped up.
“Derek, please …” Her voice was a whisper, a soft plea.
He shook his head.
“Addie, it’s not like that,” he said, then paused. “I was just thinking about you and Mark and what led up to it.”
“Derek …”
“And I want to do something about it.”
Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You said you were scratching an itch, right?”
She sighed. “I don’t want to get into this tonight, Derek. Please …”
“And if that’s true, I just want to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Addison eyes narrowed. “You think I’m going to cheat on you again?” She didn’t bother trying to conceal the hurt in her voice.
“No!” he said. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that there are other ways of scratching an itch, and I think it’s time you tried some of them.”
“What are you talking about?”
She frowned at him for a second, and then her eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow at her. She felt her cheeks flush.
“It’s natural, Addison,” he said softly.
“I know,” she said stiffly, dropping her head to stare at her nails.
“You’re a gynecologist. I know you tell women all the time that it’s healthy.”
Her cheeks were growing warmer. How were they even talking about this?
But then she thought of something, and her head snapped up. The fury in her eyes pushed away her embarrassment.
“You don’t want to have sex with me!”
“What?” This time Derek looked confused. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
“Then why else do you want me to do … that? You either don’t want to have sex with me yourself, or you think I’m a cheating slut, or both!”
“Addison, calm down,” he said, his voice hovering on the edge of that tone that always made her anything but calm.
“You just said!” Her voice rose dramatically.
“You might like it!” he exclaimed.
“I won’t!”
“You don’t know that.”
“I like sex to be with another person,” she huffed. “And we’re not talking about this anymore.”
“Addison,” he started.
“No,” she said. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you should just come out and say it.”
She got angrily to her feet, but before she could storm off - why did this trailer have to be so damn small anyway? - he stopped her, his hands on her shoulders.
“I just want you to try it,” he told her, trying to peer into her eyes. “I thought I could help you.”
She didn’t need two guesses to know what he was suggesting.
“No!” she said, turning her head away from him. “Absolutely not!”
She tried to wriggle out of his hands, but he gripped her tighter.
“Just one time,” he said. “One time, and if you don’t like it, I will never bring it up again. I swear.”
His eyes were steely. His fingers were digging through her sweater and into her arms. She felt trapped.
“Fine,” she whispered, and felt like crying. “Just once.”
His fingers loosened immediately.
“Okay,” he said gently. “Go get undressed, and I’ll be right there.”
She didn’t answer. She just pulled out of his grasp and headed for the bedroom, feeling her cheeks flush bright red from shame.
•••
She got undressed like he asked her to, but by the time he got to the bedroom, she was sitting up near the head of the bed, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her nails dug into her skin, but it didn’t stop the slight trembling. And even if it had, the pinpricks of red spreading across her flesh was a sure giveaway to her husband that this was the last thing in the world she wanted to be doing.
He sat on the bed in front of her but didn’t touch her. Instead, he held out a small paper bag to her, but she kept her arms locked around her knees.
“Addie,” he said softly. “You just need to relax.”
She blinked. She felt like she was on the verge of tears, but she didn’t even know why. Her husband was sitting next to her, wanting her to have sex, and she was acting like he was trying to torture her. She knew it was stupid, but she just wanted him to hold her, to tell her things were going to be okay.
This was not what she wanted.
He slipped his shoes off, seeming to give up on the bag for now. Instead, he crawled up next to her and sat beside her, his back against the headboard.
“Come here,” he said, and gestured toward his lap.
She still didn’t move.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he sad softly.
“I know,” she whispered, but her voice cracked on the last word.
His eyes softened. And before she had a chance to think, he reached over and took hold of her, sliding her across the bed and on to his lap.
“Relax,” he whispered.
She took a deep breath and tried not to cry, as he positioned her against him, letting her lean back again his chest. He had her sitting between his legs, which he had bent upward at the knees. Then, one at a time, he lifted her legs and tucked them over his own. He then spread his own legs apart, opening her wide at the same time.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked her, and she nodded, feeling the scratchy material of his shirt against her back.
“Why aren’t you undressed?” she asked.
“Because this is about you,” he said. “But before we start, I think there’s something you need to know.”
She tilted her head backward so she could see him. “What?” she said, though she really didn’t think she wanted to hear anything else. She really just wanted to get this over.
He smiled at her, and for a second, she forgot where she was. They were back in New York, and he was looking at her, and no one else mattered.
She sucked in a breath.
“I know you think I don’t care about you,” he started, and she felt his arm wrap around her waist, whether to hold her in place or because he wanted to feel her, she wasn’t sure. “But you’re wrong. I do love you, Addison.”
For a second, she didn’t move. Then she twisted around - as much as she could - to stare at him. She searched his eyes, frantically looking for something that would indicate he was lying, but there was nothing there. He was looking her with that look.
He leaned toward her, probably to look into her eyes, and she didn’t hesitate. She kissed him. Hard. Her right hand found his cheek, and her lips moved against his. He responded, kissing her back, roughly, urgently.
When they were done, she fell back into his arms, a smile dancing its way across her lips.
Derek was reaching for the paper bag, pulling out a tube of lube.
She bit her lip, but when he pointed toward her left hand, she held it out and let him drip the silky liquid into her palm.
She wasn’t sure how he wanted her to do this, but she didn’t have to worry for long. He dropped the container of lube beside him, then placed his own left hand under hers. Together, he guided her hand between her legs.
She gasped when the feel of warm fingers - hers and Derek’s - pressed against her center. She closed her eyes as Derek moved their hands around, spreading the liquid all over her, between each fold, making gentle circles around her clitoris. He pressed down on two of her fingers, increasing the pressure of them against her center, causing her hips to buck slightly.
Her mouth opened partially as Derek dragged their hands further south, dancing around the edges but never actually entering her. She squirmed slightly in his arms.
Then he was pulling her hand up her body, the moisture from between her legs being spread across her pelvis, up her abdomen, tracing around her belly button. And then he was pulling her hand up more, dancing their fingers across ribs to the soft swell of her breasts.
He placed her hand over her right breast and then pushed her fingers together so she was pinching her own nipple.
“You’re allowed to enjoy yourself, Addie,” he whispered into her ear, his voice low and husky.
She felt a dampness between her legs that was not due to lube start to spread.
She opened her eyes to watch as he grabbed her right hand then, and quickly slid it down her body, and between her legs. She didn’t even have time to prepare before she felt one of her fingers, and one of his, slide inside her.
She gasped, her eyes widening at the new sensation.
Her hand position felt awkward, and she could feel the edge of her nail slide against her walls, but it felt good.
She closed her eyes again, leaning back against her husband, letting him control the thrusting of their fingers.
He took care with the pace, alternatively speeding up and then slowing down. Just when she was ready to ask for more, though, she felt him position her hand so a second finger of her own slipped inside. Seconds later, a third joined.
She groaned, her head dropping backward against his shoulder, her back arching up. Their left hands were still playing with her breast, and the four fingers inside her - three of hers and one of his - were moving hard and fast.
Derek spread his legs, forcing Addison’s legs even wider, and she whimpered in pleasure as their fingers slipped deeper inside.
There was another shift, and Derek had her thumb on her clit. He was pressing against her thumb, forcing her to increase the pressure.
She was moaning almost non-stop now, writhing against Derek. Only the fact that her legs were draped over his stopped her from moving too much.
The pressure between her legs was increasing. She could feel the knot of pleasure building up in her stomach. Her toes were beginning to curl, and she felt like she couldn’t control her movements anymore.
But Derek could. And he kept her hands moving as she desperately rocked her hips against their entwined hands.
“Faster,” she managed to get out. “Please.”
She felt Derek add another finger, and then she felt a thumbnail rake across her sensitive nub.
That was all it took.
Her walls were clamping around her own fingers, her legs spasming, her muscles twitching.
She gave into the pleasure as the waves exploded over her.
She didn’t feel Derek slide their fingers out of her, but when she opened her eyes and became aware of her surroundings, he was holding both her hands against her stomach.
“Hey,” he said into her ear.
“Hey,” she breathed out.
He let go of one of her hands and slid his own hand between her legs. She jerked when the rough pads of skin traced over her sensitive flesh.
But then he was helping her turn over, and he was sliding them down the bed, so he was laying down and she was laying across his chest, her damp red hair over both of them.
He kissed the top of her head as his hand brushed her back.
“That wasn’t so bad, right?”
She tilted her head so she could see him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I love you, Addison.”
“I love you so much, Derek,” she said.
She yawned. She was so tired. She could feel Derek running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes.
And then as though through a fog, she heard him say the one thing she was so sure he wasn’t going to say this year.
“Happy birthday, Addie.” She dimply felt him kiss her forehead again. “Now go to sleep.”
She did.
Title: Life Lessons
Pairing: Addison/Derek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,422
Summary: Derek teaches Addison a few new skills.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use.
For sweetone41185 on her birthday. Since I'm too poor to send you a real gift, and I can't make graphics worth shit. But if you squint hard enough, you might find some plot to go with the smut :)
I love you, bb!
Her cell phone sailed across the tiny room and slammed into the wall, crashing to the floor at the same time as she sank to her knees in the bathroom. She buried her head in her hands as she felt the hot burn of tears begin to make its presence known.
She hated this.
She hated having a husband who wouldn’t answer his phone. She hated Seattle. She hated the trailer. She hated this day. She hated feeling like no one cared. And most of all, she hated that the one person she loved most in the world probably didn’t love her at all.
She slumped all the way to the floor and began to cry.
••••
The light brush of fingers on her cheek startled her awake.
“Derek?” she whispered groggily, the headiness of sleep still surrounding her. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes.
He was already hoisting her to her feet, his arm around her to steady her. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, stumbling a little as he started to lead her toward the bedroom.
“You’re home?” she finally managed. “Is it late?”
It was dark outside. She tried to remember falling asleep, but all she could remember was crying.
“It’s only nine, Addie,” he said.
He stopped by the edge of the bed and helped her to sit.
“I thought we could spend some time together,” he said.
She blinked.
“Why?” she said.
He shrugged. “There’s something I think we need to do.”
She frowned. “What?” she asked cautiously. There was a familiar feeling of dread in her stomach, and she felt the sting of tears threaten again.
What was wrong with her today?
She wiped her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tears.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her.
She shook her head, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was already heading toward the kitchen.
“I’ll make us something,” he called over his shoulder.
Addison just sighed. A tear slid down her cheek.
Derek didn’t notice.
•••
They ate in silence. Or rather, Derek ate. Addison mostly pushed stuff around her plate with her fork. She was petrified by what Derek wanted to talk to her about. Of all the days, she wasn’t sure she could deal with him telling her he didn’t want her today.
He waited until dinner was over and the dishes were done and they were facing each other at the small table to begin talking.
“So I was thinking,” he started quietly, “about you and Mark.”
Her head snapped up.
“Derek, please …” Her voice was a whisper, a soft plea.
He shook his head.
“Addie, it’s not like that,” he said, then paused. “I was just thinking about you and Mark and what led up to it.”
“Derek …”
“And I want to do something about it.”
Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You said you were scratching an itch, right?”
She sighed. “I don’t want to get into this tonight, Derek. Please …”
“And if that’s true, I just want to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Addison eyes narrowed. “You think I’m going to cheat on you again?” She didn’t bother trying to conceal the hurt in her voice.
“No!” he said. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that there are other ways of scratching an itch, and I think it’s time you tried some of them.”
“What are you talking about?”
She frowned at him for a second, and then her eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow at her. She felt her cheeks flush.
“It’s natural, Addison,” he said softly.
“I know,” she said stiffly, dropping her head to stare at her nails.
“You’re a gynecologist. I know you tell women all the time that it’s healthy.”
Her cheeks were growing warmer. How were they even talking about this?
But then she thought of something, and her head snapped up. The fury in her eyes pushed away her embarrassment.
“You don’t want to have sex with me!”
“What?” This time Derek looked confused. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
“Then why else do you want me to do … that? You either don’t want to have sex with me yourself, or you think I’m a cheating slut, or both!”
“Addison, calm down,” he said, his voice hovering on the edge of that tone that always made her anything but calm.
“You just said!” Her voice rose dramatically.
“You might like it!” he exclaimed.
“I won’t!”
“You don’t know that.”
“I like sex to be with another person,” she huffed. “And we’re not talking about this anymore.”
“Addison,” he started.
“No,” she said. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you should just come out and say it.”
She got angrily to her feet, but before she could storm off - why did this trailer have to be so damn small anyway? - he stopped her, his hands on her shoulders.
“I just want you to try it,” he told her, trying to peer into her eyes. “I thought I could help you.”
She didn’t need two guesses to know what he was suggesting.
“No!” she said, turning her head away from him. “Absolutely not!”
She tried to wriggle out of his hands, but he gripped her tighter.
“Just one time,” he said. “One time, and if you don’t like it, I will never bring it up again. I swear.”
His eyes were steely. His fingers were digging through her sweater and into her arms. She felt trapped.
“Fine,” she whispered, and felt like crying. “Just once.”
His fingers loosened immediately.
“Okay,” he said gently. “Go get undressed, and I’ll be right there.”
She didn’t answer. She just pulled out of his grasp and headed for the bedroom, feeling her cheeks flush bright red from shame.
•••
She got undressed like he asked her to, but by the time he got to the bedroom, she was sitting up near the head of the bed, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her nails dug into her skin, but it didn’t stop the slight trembling. And even if it had, the pinpricks of red spreading across her flesh was a sure giveaway to her husband that this was the last thing in the world she wanted to be doing.
He sat on the bed in front of her but didn’t touch her. Instead, he held out a small paper bag to her, but she kept her arms locked around her knees.
“Addie,” he said softly. “You just need to relax.”
She blinked. She felt like she was on the verge of tears, but she didn’t even know why. Her husband was sitting next to her, wanting her to have sex, and she was acting like he was trying to torture her. She knew it was stupid, but she just wanted him to hold her, to tell her things were going to be okay.
This was not what she wanted.
He slipped his shoes off, seeming to give up on the bag for now. Instead, he crawled up next to her and sat beside her, his back against the headboard.
“Come here,” he said, and gestured toward his lap.
She still didn’t move.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he sad softly.
“I know,” she whispered, but her voice cracked on the last word.
His eyes softened. And before she had a chance to think, he reached over and took hold of her, sliding her across the bed and on to his lap.
“Relax,” he whispered.
She took a deep breath and tried not to cry, as he positioned her against him, letting her lean back again his chest. He had her sitting between his legs, which he had bent upward at the knees. Then, one at a time, he lifted her legs and tucked them over his own. He then spread his own legs apart, opening her wide at the same time.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked her, and she nodded, feeling the scratchy material of his shirt against her back.
“Why aren’t you undressed?” she asked.
“Because this is about you,” he said. “But before we start, I think there’s something you need to know.”
She tilted her head backward so she could see him. “What?” she said, though she really didn’t think she wanted to hear anything else. She really just wanted to get this over.
He smiled at her, and for a second, she forgot where she was. They were back in New York, and he was looking at her, and no one else mattered.
She sucked in a breath.
“I know you think I don’t care about you,” he started, and she felt his arm wrap around her waist, whether to hold her in place or because he wanted to feel her, she wasn’t sure. “But you’re wrong. I do love you, Addison.”
For a second, she didn’t move. Then she twisted around - as much as she could - to stare at him. She searched his eyes, frantically looking for something that would indicate he was lying, but there was nothing there. He was looking her with that look.
He leaned toward her, probably to look into her eyes, and she didn’t hesitate. She kissed him. Hard. Her right hand found his cheek, and her lips moved against his. He responded, kissing her back, roughly, urgently.
When they were done, she fell back into his arms, a smile dancing its way across her lips.
Derek was reaching for the paper bag, pulling out a tube of lube.
She bit her lip, but when he pointed toward her left hand, she held it out and let him drip the silky liquid into her palm.
She wasn’t sure how he wanted her to do this, but she didn’t have to worry for long. He dropped the container of lube beside him, then placed his own left hand under hers. Together, he guided her hand between her legs.
She gasped when the feel of warm fingers - hers and Derek’s - pressed against her center. She closed her eyes as Derek moved their hands around, spreading the liquid all over her, between each fold, making gentle circles around her clitoris. He pressed down on two of her fingers, increasing the pressure of them against her center, causing her hips to buck slightly.
Her mouth opened partially as Derek dragged their hands further south, dancing around the edges but never actually entering her. She squirmed slightly in his arms.
Then he was pulling her hand up her body, the moisture from between her legs being spread across her pelvis, up her abdomen, tracing around her belly button. And then he was pulling her hand up more, dancing their fingers across ribs to the soft swell of her breasts.
He placed her hand over her right breast and then pushed her fingers together so she was pinching her own nipple.
“You’re allowed to enjoy yourself, Addie,” he whispered into her ear, his voice low and husky.
She felt a dampness between her legs that was not due to lube start to spread.
She opened her eyes to watch as he grabbed her right hand then, and quickly slid it down her body, and between her legs. She didn’t even have time to prepare before she felt one of her fingers, and one of his, slide inside her.
She gasped, her eyes widening at the new sensation.
Her hand position felt awkward, and she could feel the edge of her nail slide against her walls, but it felt good.
She closed her eyes again, leaning back against her husband, letting him control the thrusting of their fingers.
He took care with the pace, alternatively speeding up and then slowing down. Just when she was ready to ask for more, though, she felt him position her hand so a second finger of her own slipped inside. Seconds later, a third joined.
She groaned, her head dropping backward against his shoulder, her back arching up. Their left hands were still playing with her breast, and the four fingers inside her - three of hers and one of his - were moving hard and fast.
Derek spread his legs, forcing Addison’s legs even wider, and she whimpered in pleasure as their fingers slipped deeper inside.
There was another shift, and Derek had her thumb on her clit. He was pressing against her thumb, forcing her to increase the pressure.
She was moaning almost non-stop now, writhing against Derek. Only the fact that her legs were draped over his stopped her from moving too much.
The pressure between her legs was increasing. She could feel the knot of pleasure building up in her stomach. Her toes were beginning to curl, and she felt like she couldn’t control her movements anymore.
But Derek could. And he kept her hands moving as she desperately rocked her hips against their entwined hands.
“Faster,” she managed to get out. “Please.”
She felt Derek add another finger, and then she felt a thumbnail rake across her sensitive nub.
That was all it took.
Her walls were clamping around her own fingers, her legs spasming, her muscles twitching.
She gave into the pleasure as the waves exploded over her.
She didn’t feel Derek slide their fingers out of her, but when she opened her eyes and became aware of her surroundings, he was holding both her hands against her stomach.
“Hey,” he said into her ear.
“Hey,” she breathed out.
He let go of one of her hands and slid his own hand between her legs. She jerked when the rough pads of skin traced over her sensitive flesh.
But then he was helping her turn over, and he was sliding them down the bed, so he was laying down and she was laying across his chest, her damp red hair over both of them.
He kissed the top of her head as his hand brushed her back.
“That wasn’t so bad, right?”
She tilted her head so she could see him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I love you, Addison.”
“I love you so much, Derek,” she said.
She yawned. She was so tired. She could feel Derek running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes.
And then as though through a fog, she heard him say the one thing she was so sure he wasn’t going to say this year.
“Happy birthday, Addie.” She dimply felt him kiss her forehead again. “Now go to sleep.”
She did.