Make This Go On Forever
Title: Make This Go On Forever (chapter 18)
Author: Calla
Rating: NC-17 *double smirk*
Disclaimer: Don’t own them obviously. But if I did, oh the possibilities…
Summary: Developing relationship of Maddison, now happy and wonderfully AU with an extremely high sex drive of one Addison Montgomery. Previous chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
A/N: So, this chapter pretty much covers it all: angst, fluff, mild snark, and of course…sex. This chapter is for Aubri
grand_delusions, because I meant to dedicate a chapter to her awhile I go, but I think I forgot. Silly me. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Thanks again for all your wonderful comments and reviews. They make me oh-so-happy <3
Make You Feel Better
“I got you to hold my hand. I got you to understand. I got you to walk with me. I got you to talk with me. I got you to kiss good night. I got you to hold me tight.”
“Hey.” He smiles. “I haven’t seen you all morning.”
“Emergency C-section.” She grins and allows him to kiss her on the cheek. Somewhere along the way, she has become less nervous about public displays of affection. People at the hospital seem to know what’s going on anyway, so there isn’t any point in trying to hide their relationship. It’s a little easier this way. “I’m actually on my way up to NICU right now. I haven’t been up there yet.”
He nods. “I just finished up a Rhinoplasty, but maybe we can have a late lunch together later?”
“Yeah.” She agrees. “Oh, and I told the Chief this morning - that I’m pregnant.”
He studies her closely. “He took it okay?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “I decided I’d better tell him. People are going to figure it out soon anyway because I’m starting to show. He asked if I wanted to cut back on my hours, but I said no.”
“Addie - ”
“I’m fine, Mark.” She insists. “Savvy called me this morning too. She wants to know if we want to go over there for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Sure.” He beams.
“And maybe sometime next week we can go and get some stuff for Pickle’s nursery.” She grins hopefully.
“That sounds like a great idea.” He smiles and kisses her on the forehead. “I’ll see you later.”
She steps into the elevator to head up to NICU, all the while thinking about how well things are going between them. This time a year ago she was in a lonely marriage, but now - Mark is here. He cares for her, pays attention to her, and makes her happy in a way she hasn’t felt before.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She swallows nervously when she sees the empty incubator. She glances at Dr. Pomers, the resident on Nathan Welsh’s case.
“Dr. Pomers? Where’s Nathan?” She asks quietly.
The woman looks up from the paperwork she’s filling out. “I’m sorry, Dr. Montgomery-Shep- ” she pauses and catches herself, “Nathan died last Thursday. He flatlined and we couldn’t bring him back. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” Her heart sinks, and she backs away slowly. “Th-that’s okay.”
She hurries out of the room after checking over the other preemies, trying hard to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. She concentrates so intensely that she slams into Mark while rounding a corner.
“Whoa.” He laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t see you - ” He stops when he sees her eyes full of tears. “Ad, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She says quickly, taking a deep breath to gather her composure.
“Addison - ”
“No, I’m fine.” She snaps. “Nothing’s wrong.”
He sighs in frustration. “No, you aren’t.” He grabs her arm and steers her down the hall to the nearest on-call room, amid quiet protests from her. He closes the door behind him, already prepared to beg her to tell him what’s going on, but he hardly so much as turns around when she presses into him, sobbing into his shoulder.
“Oh.” He says in surprise, quickly wrapping his arms around her. “Addie, what is it?”
She can only cry and shake in response. Without loosening his grip, he pulls her with him to the bed. He sits down, and guides her down into his lap. She soaks his neck and shirt with her tears, trembling against him.
He pulls her legs up, cradling her and gently rocking from side to side. He soothingly kisses her neck, trying to console her.
“Breathe.” He grips her tighter when she starts to cough. “Try and relax.”
She buries her face into his neck. “N-Nathan died.”
He purses his lips together and pulls her closer. “I’m sorry, Addie. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s just a patient.” She shakes her head. “I - I shouldn’t have gotten attached.”
“But you did.” He murmurs.
“I know.” She shudders. “I should be used to this. I am used to this. It’s just…he was fine and then he wasn’t. Complications can arise all the time from pregnancies. I mean, what if something - ”
“Addie, Pickle is okay.” He interrupts quickly, understanding what’s really troubling her. He drops a hand to rest it on her stomach. “Everything’s fine.”
“But what if it’s not fine?” She quivers. “What if something goes wrong?”
“Then we’ll get though it. If something goes wrong, I’ll be there for you, no matter what happens, but right now nothing is wrong.” He whispers, as she starts to shudder again. “Everything will be okay.”
“Alright.” She chokes out as more tears start to cascade down her cheeks.
“Hey.” He presses his cheek against her own. “Can I get you something? Do you need anything?”
“I - ” She stammers out, trying to explain her desire for the comfort of his hands. “If you’re not busy can you - I mean only if you w-want to - ”
“Addie.” He squeezes her hand. “Just tell me what you want.”
“C-can you rub my back?” She whimpers, wiping furiously at her eyes.
He smiles softly at her request. “Yeah, of course.” He scoots her off his lap and pats the nearest pillow. “Lay down.”
She crawls over to the pillow, laying on her side and focusing on breathing in and out.
He curls in beside her once she’s settled and drags her close. He slides an arm beneath her neck, supporting her in the crook of his shoulder, and the other travels to make slow, soothing circles on her back.
“Thank you.” She murmurs in relief. “Don’t let me fall asleep though.”
He glances down at her. “What time is your next surgery?”
“One.” She sighs.
“Okay, well you have plenty of time to get a little rest. I don’t have anything for awhile either, so we can both stay here.” He kisses her on the forehead.
She breathes softly, and lets his calming massage take over.
“Dr. Pomers said,” She murmurs absently after a few minutes, “that when Nathan died, his entire family was here, and I don’t mean just his parents - I mean aunts, uncles, and grandparents too.”
“That’s nice.” He whispers quietly.
“It just…got me thinking. Mark, if something were to happen to our baby, it would just be us, and I - I want our baby to have an extended family.”
“I’d rather my parents weren’t involved.” He admits. “They’re not that good, and from what I can remember yours aren’t much better.”
“No, they’re not.” She agrees. “But still, I want them involved, or at the very least made aware of what’s going on.”
“Alright. I’ll call my parents and invite them over for dinner some night. Does that sound okay?”
She nods. “And I wish our baby could have aunts and uncles.”
“The reality of being only children.” He smiles bitterly. “Pickle could have an honorary Aunt Savvy and Uncle Weiss though.”
“Yeah, I just - I miss Derek’s sisters, that’s all.”
He sighs in agreement. “You could call, Ad. Despite what happened, you’re still family. I’m sure they’d love to hear from you.”
She considers it. “Maybe I’ll call Nancy.”
“That’s a good idea.” He kisses her on the forehead.
“I miss Julie too.” She murmurs in regards to Derek’s mother. “She was more of a mom to me than my own mom was.”
“Yeah, me too.” He sighs. “I’m sure she’d want you to call.”
“I hurt her son.” She sniffs. “I don’t think I’m too high on her favorites list.”
“But she loved you like a daughter. She still probably does.” He insists. “She’d want to talk to you, Addie.”
“Yeah, maybe.” She purses her lips together. “I’ll talk to Nancy and then maybe I’ll give Julie a call.”
“And we’ll have to have your parents over for dinner some night too.” He decides. “Have you talked to them recently? I mean do they know what’s going on?”
“Sort of.” She shrugs. “They know Derek and I got a divorce, but I never told them why. They know I have a boyfriend, but I haven’t told them anything about you, and I also left out the oh-so-small detail that I happen to be pregnant.”
“Well, won’t they be surprised.” He tries to joke.
“I doubt they remember you.” She sighs. “The only people my parents have any regard for are themselves.”
“They sound like mine, and when I say that, I mean my mom, dad, stepmother, and two stepfathers.”
“Wow.” She whispers quietly. “If we invite your mom and dad to dinner, are they going to be okay together in the same room?”
“Yeah, they’ll manage.” He shrugs. “They’ll be too busy grilling us with questions to go at each other anyways.”
“Alright, then I think you should call them later today and invite them over. I’ll call my parents next week, assuming we survive yours.”
“Okay.” He laughs. “I’ll give them a call. Don’t worry, Addie. Everything is going to be fine. And if all else fails, we’ve got each other. That’s all that matters.”
She goes quiet, concentrating on the way his hands are rubbing against the thin material of her scrubs. He’s hardly touching her, but she feels better, and is suddenly incredibly (and embarrassingly) aroused by the movement of his hand on the small of her back.
“Normally this can put you to sleep in under ten minutes.” He smiles as he continues to knead careful circles. “I’m not losing my touch, am I?”
She presses her lips against his. No, definitely not. She buries her hand beneath his scrub pants, and he breaks their kiss in surprise. Although she’s a little more relaxed at the hospital now, she never lets anything go beyond a quick kiss.
“Addison?” He tries to question, but she starts to rub him through his boxers, and the inquiry no longer seems as important as the movement of her hand against him.
“I’m four months pregnant now.” She reaches her hand inside his boxers to touch him properly. “We made it through the first trimester.”
“Yeah.” He struggles to keep his eyes open as her hand encircles him.
“And you know what they say about the second trimester.” She grins wickedly and brushes her hand up and down his length.
“Actually, I don’t.” He groans at the repeated contact, pushing his hips closer. “But so far I’m really liking it.”
She ends any potential conversation by kissing him, slipping her tongue between his lips. He groans against her mouth, and she slides down his body, quickly pulling off his scrub pants and boxers. She positions her mouth over his sex, rolling her tongue around the tip. He groans again, reaching down to grip handfuls of her hair as she takes more of his length in her mouth.
She drags her fingernails over his thighs, speeding up her movements briefly, but pulls away and makes her way back up to kiss him.
He almost glares at her for stopping, but he instead grabs her face and crushes his lips against her in a heated kiss. They continue to kiss, tongues slipping and sliding over one another, and he pulls away to tug her scrub top over her head.
He reaches out to unclasp her bra and then rolls himself on top of her. He kisses a slow path down her chest, taking her left breast in his mouth, and swirling his tongue around her nipple. His hand comes up to squeeze her right nipple, massaging her breast with his open palm. She moans in response, and he presses his other hand into her hip to keep her steady as his warm mouth switches to her other breast, paying it equal attention.
He sucks and licks at her breasts until she is nearly gasping for breath. He wastes no time in pulling off her scrub pants and panties, because if she’s really going to let him have his way with her in a public place, he’s going to take his sweet time.
He places wet kisses along her inner thighs and hovers near her entrance, breathing and blowing air against it.
She groans and bucks her hips towards him, no longer able to wait. “Mark.” She pleads softly, and she vaguely wonders if it’s embarrassing that she’s begging, but at the moment she just doesn’t care.
He breathes one last time against her center before circling her clit with his tongue. She moans in response, and does so again when he thrusts two fingers into her entrance, curling and twisting.
He sucks messily on her clit, and she breathes heavier, writhing and grabbing at the pillow behind her head. He increases the speed of his fingers and she tightens around him, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans when her orgasm crashes around her.
“Mark.” She sighs breathlessly when he leisurely kisses his way back up her body, placing a wet kiss on the soft spot between her breasts and another in the dip of her collarbone. His warm mouth against her skin only increases her arousal.
He slides into her in one fluid motion, both moaning at the wet contact. He pulls up on her shoulders, dragging her on top of him.
She quickly moves above him, grinding her hips against his, and feverishly kissing at his neck and jaw. He slides his hand over her ribs, pressing into them and guiding her movements above him. He breathes in the flowery smell of her hair as it spills over her shoulders.
She pants for breath as their sweaty chests glide against one another, and she moans when he manages to wriggle a hand between them, rubbing his thumb against her clit.
She rocks more insistently, moving in pace with him. Her muscles clench around her and she bites down on his shoulder to keep from crying out her release. He groans vocally, emptying himself inside her. She rides her orgasm out, swaying and panting on top of him until she’s too exhausted to move. She rolls off of him, chest aching and breathing punctured.
He pulls her back against him, brushing his lips against her temple. “I think I’m going to like the second trimester.”
~*~*~*~*~*
He certainly does like the second trimester. He’s managed to like it with her on the kitchen table, and three more times in their bedroom before the next day, which starts off with her hopping in the shower with him, pushing him against the wall as the hot water beats down and clings to their bodies.
But he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t exhausting. The truth is, Mark loves sex as much as the next man (or maybe more), but he’s tired. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy a nice wakeup call when he’s sound asleep, but still - he’s a surgeon, and he could really use some rest without her trying to jump him at every corner of the hospital (“Addison we’re in the hallway, get that hand away!” and “I have to scrub in in five minutes…no I can’t reschedule a cleft palate surgery!”). He goes along with it though - every meaningful glance, every purposeful brush of her hand on his, and every time her body somehow ends up pressed against his.
He finds himself looking forward to going to Savvy and Weiss’ that night, because at least she won’t try anything there, or so he hopes.
“I called my parents, by the way.” He murmurs, as reaches for his keys. “I invited them over for dinner this Friday. Is that okay?”
She nods, twirling her glasses around the edges of her mouth. Oh no. He knows what that looks means.
“Ad, you ready to go?”
“I think we can be a little late for dinner.” She grins suggestively.
“No, I think we should go.” He quickly makes a path towards the door. “We don’t want to make them wait.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You’re staring.” Savvy smirks and crosses her arms over her chest.
“I can’t help it.” Addison laughs. “Your boobs look amazing.”
“Well, you can thank your boyfriend then.” Savvy nods at Mark, and Addison smiles at him.
“You’re welcome.” He grins. And at the moment I’d prefer a verbal thank you to a physical one if you’re getting any ideas, Addie.
“But you’re one to talk.” Savvy tips her chin in the direction of Addison’s chest. “When did yours get so big?”
She giggles. “You can thank the pregnancy for that.”
Mark begins to wonder if he should be concerned about Addison jumping on Savvy (but not too concerned considering the potential hotness of girl-on-girl, and at least that way he could get a break), but his thoughts are interrupted when Weiss suggests they head into the living room.
“Go ahead.” Savvy informs them. “I’m gonna get these plates cleaned up first.”
“I’ll help.” Mark offers as Weiss and Addison make their way to the other room.
“You look tired.” She observes as he hands her the dirty plates. “They working you too hard at the hospital?”
“No.” he sighs softly and nods in Addison’s direction. “She’s working me too hard.”
She finishes drying a plate and looks up at him in confusion. “What do you mean she’s - oh.” Savvy starts to laugh. “I’ve read some articles about that. As morning sickness starts to go away and there’s an increase in energy during the second trimester, a woman’s sex drive goes up.”
“It does indeed.” He sighs. “It’s constant. She had her hands on my ass like two seconds before you opened the front door to let us in, and she tried to convince me we could show up hours late to your house just so we could, you know.”
She laughs again. “Well, eventually her sex drive is going to go back down. So I say milk it for all it’s worth.”
“You and I both know I’m no prude.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “But right now? All I want to do is sleep.”
He figures it’s not really her fault she’s a stone cold fox who can’t seem to get enough. But for what it’s worth - he’s exhausted, because she pounces on him the second they get back to their place, and wakes him up only minutes after he falls asleep for another go.
She drifts to sleep quickly after they finish, and he twists onto his stomach, hopeful for just a few hours of sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Oh Christ.” He mumbles when he feels her lips on his neck.
“What?” She asks softly.
“Nothing.” He murmurs from his facedown position, head buried deep into the pillow in fatigue. “What time is it?”
“Almost five.”
“Ad, I have surgery at eight.” He attempts, but it does nothing to stop the feverish kisses she places on his jawbone.
“Consider this your wakeup call.” She purrs, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.
He sighs and rolls over, batting her hand away, and buries his own inside her pajama bottoms. He spreads his hand across the silky fabric of her panties, and she smiles contently, letting her eyes waver shut.
He kisses her softly, letting his thumb and pointer finger slowly rub against her. Her head shifts back on the pillow, and she rocks her hips when he strokes her a little more forcefully.
He smiles against her mouth and shifts the material aside, slipping two fingers inside her, twisting and curling on each extraction.
She breathes heavier against his lips, and her body squirms in pleasure. Her mouth parts open, and she tosses her head back, moaning softly.
His mouth finds hers again at the same time his thumb finds her clit, making quick circles to contrast the slow rhythm of his thrusting fingers.
He sucks on her bottom lip as he increases the movement of his fingers between her legs. She gasps in pleasure against his lips, rocking against him and squeezing her eyes shut as she clenches around his hand.
She breaks her lips away from his when her entire body starts to tremble. She moans loudly as she comes between his fingers, panting for breath.
He removes his hand slowly, watching the jagged rise and fall of her chest. She opens her eyes slowly, and she smiles at him. He knows she’s waiting for him to undress her, and if he doesn’t do something soon, she’ll be undressing him.
“Okay.” He presses her mouth firmly against hers. “Now. Go. To. Sleep.” He rolls onto his stomach, settling into the warmth of his pillow.
She raises her eyebrows incredulously, quite disappointed. “That’s it?”
“Addie, I’m tired.”
“But you’d be up by this time normally.” She pouts.
“Yeah, but I’m tired, and I’m…sore.” His cheeks redden in embarrassment.
She smirks. “A good kind of sore though, right?”
“No, the bad kind.” He murmurs.
“There’s a bad kind?”
“Apparently there is.” He sighs. “Addison, I’m exhausted. I can no longer keep up with your sexual demands. I love you, and I love having sex with you, but I need a break. I need to heal.” He closes his eyes and turns his head away from her.
“Okay.” She says softly. She places a hand on his back, and he’s about to prepare for round seven (or is it eight? He’s lost count), but is surprised when she opts to rub gentle circles on his back, the way he always does for her. He opens his eyes slowly after a few minutes of this, feeling a little guilty.
“Hey,” He says quietly, “I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?”
She shakes her head no. “I probably need a break too.”
He smiles and tugs her towards him. “I’m not saying a really long break, but maybe just a little one.”
She giggles. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. My sex drive is out of control, and you, Mark Sloan, are a very attractive man.”
“Mmm.” He kisses her slowly.
“And you meet my sexual demands just fine.” She grins.
“Yeah?”
“Well, we certainly seem to enjoy one another.”
“We do.” He smiles in accordance. “We’re good together.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
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More A/N: Not too much developed plot-wise this chapter (but you got sexed-up Addison, so does it really matter?), but you’re going to get to meet Mark’s parents next chapter, and Addie/Mark/Pickle have another appointment coming up soon. More sex, fluff, angst, and stuff of that nature along the way. And I know I allllllllllways say this, but I’m a little bit busy lately, so it might be a few more days before the next update. Thanks for reading <3