Maybe.
Title: Maybe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 619
Pairing: Maddison (Addek implied)
Author's note: Just a little Maddison one shot. Call it late night inspiration...
Mark kicks the gravel under his feet. The damp gravel sticks to his shoe. He breathes in heavily and walks towards the silver trailer.
He climbs up the make shift porch and knocks on the door. Mark shoves his hand in the pocket of his jacket. He hates Seattle, a lot. But Addison called him crying, and the next thing he’s on the red eye flight to Washington-Tacoma International Airport.
The sun is just beginning to rise. Mark looks behind the trailer and notices the suns reflection and pastel color reflected on to the lake. He never was much of a nature guy, but he could see why Derek likes it out here.
He could also understand why Derek would want to get away. Start over, with no ties to the past. It was all too obvious; the man did live in a mobile home. At a moment’s notice he could run, again.
Mark remembers the first time he ran. He was in his bed. Addison and Mark had gotten off work early. Derek was stuck at the hospital, as always. Addison giggled as she kissed him and ensured him that Derek wouldn’t be home for a while, and he believed her.
Then it happened. Their skin was sticky with sweat, and Mark could tell Addison was close. He thinks he hears the front door open, but is too lost in the throws of passion to be able to fully comprehend the thought and its implications.
Addison was calling out Mark’s name as Derek opened the door. She clenched her eyes shut as she climaxed. Derek’s face was expressionless. Mark stoped moving and Addison opened her eyes. No one said anything. What was there to say?
Seemingly calm, and collected Derek closed the door behind himself and left the house. Mark listened to the front door close. He hadn’t moved in minutes, finally feeling his muscles relax as he collapseed to Addison’s side.
He brushed her hair out of her face. Her skin was glowing. She looked beautiful, but Mark figured it wasn’t exactly the most appropriate time to tell her so. Addison’s chest rose and fell as she laid there. Mark reached for her hand. He knew nothing he could say would make this situation any easier to deal with.
Night turned into morning and they wehre still lying there. Addison, for the first time all night turned and looked at Mark.
“He’s not coming back is he?” she asked in a small voice.
“I don’t know.” Mark replied. Honestly, he didn’t but deep inside he hoped that Addison wouldn’t care if Derek came back. He thought that maybe just maybe she would be satisfied with him. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to him.
“It’ll be alright.” Mark whispered into her hair. He body was tense and rigid, and her mind was obviously elsewhere but Mark held to her hoping that maybe he would be enough for her. He prayed Derek wouldn’t come back because if he did he knew he didn’t have a chance.
Derek never came back, but she went to him, and now he’s standing outside of their trailer, waiting for Addison to decide she’s ready to see him. He knows he’s running the risk of bumping into Derek, but he doesn’t care. Addison needed him, because yet again Derek had let her down. Again, Mark had to put together the pieces, but this time he hopes that maybe something is different. That maybe she’s in love with him, that maybe she realizes her marriage is over.
But maybe she wouldn’t even open the door, and it would be another wasted trip to Seattle. Or maybe not?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 619
Pairing: Maddison (Addek implied)
Author's note: Just a little Maddison one shot. Call it late night inspiration...
Mark kicks the gravel under his feet. The damp gravel sticks to his shoe. He breathes in heavily and walks towards the silver trailer.
He climbs up the make shift porch and knocks on the door. Mark shoves his hand in the pocket of his jacket. He hates Seattle, a lot. But Addison called him crying, and the next thing he’s on the red eye flight to Washington-Tacoma International Airport.
The sun is just beginning to rise. Mark looks behind the trailer and notices the suns reflection and pastel color reflected on to the lake. He never was much of a nature guy, but he could see why Derek likes it out here.
He could also understand why Derek would want to get away. Start over, with no ties to the past. It was all too obvious; the man did live in a mobile home. At a moment’s notice he could run, again.
Mark remembers the first time he ran. He was in his bed. Addison and Mark had gotten off work early. Derek was stuck at the hospital, as always. Addison giggled as she kissed him and ensured him that Derek wouldn’t be home for a while, and he believed her.
Then it happened. Their skin was sticky with sweat, and Mark could tell Addison was close. He thinks he hears the front door open, but is too lost in the throws of passion to be able to fully comprehend the thought and its implications.
Addison was calling out Mark’s name as Derek opened the door. She clenched her eyes shut as she climaxed. Derek’s face was expressionless. Mark stoped moving and Addison opened her eyes. No one said anything. What was there to say?
Seemingly calm, and collected Derek closed the door behind himself and left the house. Mark listened to the front door close. He hadn’t moved in minutes, finally feeling his muscles relax as he collapseed to Addison’s side.
He brushed her hair out of her face. Her skin was glowing. She looked beautiful, but Mark figured it wasn’t exactly the most appropriate time to tell her so. Addison’s chest rose and fell as she laid there. Mark reached for her hand. He knew nothing he could say would make this situation any easier to deal with.
Night turned into morning and they wehre still lying there. Addison, for the first time all night turned and looked at Mark.
“He’s not coming back is he?” she asked in a small voice.
“I don’t know.” Mark replied. Honestly, he didn’t but deep inside he hoped that Addison wouldn’t care if Derek came back. He thought that maybe just maybe she would be satisfied with him. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to him.
“It’ll be alright.” Mark whispered into her hair. He body was tense and rigid, and her mind was obviously elsewhere but Mark held to her hoping that maybe he would be enough for her. He prayed Derek wouldn’t come back because if he did he knew he didn’t have a chance.
Derek never came back, but she went to him, and now he’s standing outside of their trailer, waiting for Addison to decide she’s ready to see him. He knows he’s running the risk of bumping into Derek, but he doesn’t care. Addison needed him, because yet again Derek had let her down. Again, Mark had to put together the pieces, but this time he hopes that maybe something is different. That maybe she’s in love with him, that maybe she realizes her marriage is over.
But maybe she wouldn’t even open the door, and it would be another wasted trip to Seattle. Or maybe not?