I still love Wyatt and his portrayer and miss what was possible there... this is just a quick, cute little fic for that pairing.

Baby, It's Cold Outside -- Addison/Wyatt

"I hate Connecticut!"

Addison laughed at Wyatt's shouting and glanced back to see him prone on the bed, his right hand dramatically stationed over his heart as if he'd suffered a fatal wound.

"I'll be back in three days."

He groaned and whimpered, and she walked back to the bed as she pulled her robe closed.

"You're gonna work the whole time anyway."

"I wouldn't work if my girlfriend wasn't abandoning me and running away to Connecticut instead of spending our first Christmas as a couple with me."

"You sound five years old right now.  You realize that, right?"

Unrepentant, Wyatt rolled over and propped himself up on a bent elbow.

"I can't help it that you made me fall in love with you.  It's all your fault.  You... with your crazy smart brain and your sexy legs... and your ability to argue with me better than any other person I have ever met."

That made her laugh again, and she laid down on her stomach, chin resting in her propped-up, folded hands.

"How exactly does our constant fighting over patients and ethics and, you know, basic humanity, factor into your falling in love with me?"

He sighed and dropped down onto his back again.

"I'd tell you, but you have a plane to catch."

With a shout of exasperation, Addison reached over and hit his chest.  Wyatt took the opportunity to grab her wrist, which started a brief wrestling match that ended with her hovering above him, Wyatt's hands pinned to the bed, both of them laughing hysterically.

"See?  How am I not supposed to love picking fights with you when it ends up with us like... this?"

Addison released his hands and eased herself down so that her face was against his chest, and Wyatt wrapped his arms around her.

"I promised I'd go," she said, but he could hear the reluctance in her voice.

"Yes, but that was before you met me.  And now you can say, 'hey, I met this handsome, brilliant doctor who is going to cure cancer, and he's too sexy for me to abandon him at Christmas.'"

"Really, that's what I should say to my brother?"

"Not a good plan?

"You want him out here on the next plane to decide if you're good enough for me?  Because that's what he'll do, and he'll be really annoying about it."

Wyatt considered that, and then he sighed.

"I could come with you."

Addison groaned loudly and rolled off him.

"No, you don't want to do that.  Trust me.  The Captain and Bizzy are... Archer will just be annoying.  They will make you wonder what the hell you're doing dating me in the first place."

He had mostly been teasing her because he knew she was tense about going home to see her family.  Every time the subject had come up in recent weeks, she had deflected his concerns or changed the subject, which just reinforced to Wyatt how apprehensive she really was about the trip.  She hadn't gone into much detail, and Naomi and Sam had both responded to his curiosity by telling him the answers about Addison's family needed to come from Addison herself.

"You know, I don't know what it is they do that drives you so crazy, and I don't doubt they're guilty of every single thing you hate.  But... they can't be all bad."

Addison turned her head and looked at him as if he'd just grown a second one.

"They can be, trust me."

She went back to staring at the ceiling, a long, deep breath emptying out of her lungs.  Wyatt reached over and took her hand, drawing it over so he could place a kiss on the sensitive skin on the underside of wrist.  She sighed and turned to face him again.

"They made you.  They can't be all bad."

A slight smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as her hand moved to trace over his jawbone.

"How are you this guy?  Because you realize I'd have bet a small fortune you were not this guy."

Wyatt smiled and moved closer to her, his leg casually dropping over hers.

"Maybe you just bring it out in me."

Her smile deepened, and then Addison curled into him.

"I could fly out tomorrow," she said, her voice almost a whisper as his arms tightened their hold and she surrendered to the warmth of his body.  "It's my father's plane after all.  It'll wait."

He chuckled and then moved to kiss her as her face tipped up toward his.  Then he reached out to grab the blankets their earlier wresting had displaced and pulled them up, recreating the warm cocoon they had been snuggled in just a little earlier.

"Tomorrow sounds good."