Be Be Your Love: You Do It To Yourself - Ch. 6
Okay. This is the second last chapter.It's winding down.
Actually I don't think that there is really thing I can say to introduce this.
It's about sharing. I'm serious, sharing. It;s like a very adult kindergarden
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“So,” Mark crossed his chart ladened arms across his chest, “Between the two of them, how much would you say you get?”
“What?” Derek asked, distracted by the weird lab results he had just gotten back.
“Between,” Mark repeated slowly, pausing between each word, “The two of them, how much are you getting?”
Derek stared at him a moment, “It varies.”
“An average week, how many times?”
“It varies.”
“Okay, this week.”
“This week starting Monday or this week starting last Friday.”
“Since Friday.”
“Maybe 5.”
“5? Between the two of them?”
“Yeah.”
“Buddy, I’m getting more then that with just one.”
Derek shrugged.
“What’s the division?”
“Division?”
“How much with each.”
“3 and 2.”
“Meredith is the three?”
Derek nodded.
“You’ve managed to find time to have sex with Addison twice in the last 7 days?”
“And play three games of tennis.”
“You’ve played tennis with Addison more then you’ve screwed Addison?”
“We have rules about sex, we don’t have rules about tennis.”
“Rules?”
“Yes, rules.”
“Like what, she can only be on top on alternate Tuesdays?”
“I rarely see her on Tuesdays.”
“What are these rules?”
“She doesn’t wear her engagement ring.”
“I guess that would be distracting. You glance down to watch her --”
“We’d both just rather not think about other people when we’re together.”
“Clearly.”
“And we have an eight hour rule.”
“No wonder you’ve only managed 2 times. When do you sleep?”
Derek shot him a look. “It’s an eight hour buffer. So we aren’t literally bed hopping.”
“Eight hours,” Mark considered that, “That’s a long time.”
Derek was silent a moment, “It’s weird. Going between the two of them,” he revealed “I’m used to… You get used to being with the same person, you know? You get into a certain mindset about being with someone familiar like that, and it’s weird switching between 2 that are equally as familiar. You need the eight hours to … reset.”
“Uhuh,” Mark replied skeptically, “You realize that with an eight hour buffer one of them can monopolize your time with very little effort? If Addison puts her mind to it she could probably keep you out of Meredith’s bed for weeks.”
“She wouldn’t do that,” Derek smirked and gathered his things. “But, would be fun seeing her try,” he winked.
“Hey,” Mark called after him, “Are we really letting the girls drag us to that party.”
“Not if I can help it.”
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“You came!” Joanie threw her arms around Addison and Sydney at the same time and squeezed them tight despite her massive belly, “I didn’t think you would.”
“We rearranged somethings,” Derek explained leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“Good,” she squealed, “I’ll go get Rob, he’ll take your coats. I’m not suppose to lift anything,” she winked at Addison as she sashayed off.
“She’s also not suppose to drink, but she has a glass of wine in her hand,” Sydney pointed out.
“I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she’s holding that for someone.”
“Ummm, ladies,” Mark spoke from behind them, “What kind of party is this?”
“Joanie’s orchestra friends are in town.”
“Then what’s this?” Derek held up a bowl of keys.
Addison’s eye’s grew round.
“Hey,” Sydney’s eyes lit up, “Cool.”
“Maybe they don’t want people drinking and driving,” Addison protested.
“What have you told her about us?” Mark asked his wife, amused and curious.
“I’m sure they’re not… you know…” Addison protested again, “She’s 9 months pregnant. She’s due in 2 weeks.”
Derek smirked at Mark, “You going to throw your keys in?”
“Oh!”
The foursome turned to see Joanie standing behind them.
“Sorry,” she grabbed the bowl of key’s from Derek’s hands and placed it back on the table, “Don’t worry about that. That’s for later, these parties can go all night. I mean unless you want to play. It’s up to you.”
“Joanie,” Addison exclaimed, “You’re pregnant! You can’t… swing…”
Joanie laughed, “I’m not,” she chuckled, “I’m just going to watch. Come on in, I want you to meet some people.”
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“I feel like everyone is looking at me,” Addison stepped closer to Derek who was tucked tightly into the corner of the room.
“They’re hoping you pick their keys.”
“Not funny,” she smacked him hard on the chest, “Can we go soon?”
“It’s only 10:30.”
“We can go to the trailer for awhile,” she pouted, her eyes pleading and teasing at the same time.
“If it’s sex you want we might as well stay here.”
Her jaw dropped slightly and her eyes sparkled mischievously, “You’re right. Imagine what these musician men can do with their fingers.”
Derek chuckled and picked up her hand and kissed the smooth skin on top, “Let’s go.”
“Should we get Mark and Sydney?”
“They’ll find their own way home.”
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“It’s cold,” Derek flexed his hands against the frigid air as he slammed shut the door of his car.
“The grass has frost on it,” Addison stepped around the front the car and reached out her hand for his.
“The trailer might have been a bad idea,” he reflected as they crossed the deck hand in hand and he unlocked the door, “It’s going to take a while to warm up.”
She grinned and stepped ahead of him through the door, “I’ll keep you warm,” she promised tugging him after her as she walked backwards down the length of the trailer. Dropping his hand she dragged her fingertips up the lapels of her jacket and slowly rotated her shoulders as she slide it off and dropped it to the ground.
“Now, how,” he walked towards her as she continued to back towards the bed, “Are you planning on keeping us warm if you’re taking off your clothes?”
“I have a plan.”
“You have a plan?”
“Uhuh,” she grinned and reached for his hand again. She tugged him towards her firmly, taking advantage of his willingness to move towards her to land him on the bed instead of into her arms. She smiled down on him then crawled up on to the bed leaning over him her face so close he could feel her breath warm and moist on his neck. She leaned away, locking eyes with him, before kissing him; parted lips softly caressing parted lips. Slowly she slid back down his body, the ends of her hair tickling his cheeks.
He moaned softly and dragged his hands down her chest, outlining her breast with the very tips of his fingers before flicking his fingers over the buttons of her dress.
“Ah, ah,” Addison sat up, “No touching.”
“Well, then this isn’t going to work.”
Addison raised an eyebrow, “Give me your hands.” He obediently placed his hands in hers and she wrapped her fingers around his hands. She brought their hands to her lips and gently kissed his hands, occasionally letting the tip of her tongue run over the pads of his fingers. She held his hands firmly and pressed them into the mattress above his head, “Are you going to behave yourself now?”
“Probably not,” he grinned, leaning up to kiss her.
She clucked her tongue disapprovingly, “Behave. Or I’ll have to hold you down,” she warned. She slid her body back down his, touching her lips delicately to his throat. She took her time tasting the skin of his neck, tracing his adams apple and pulse with her tongue and nipping at the hollow at the base. Untangling one hand from above his head she undid the top button of his shirt and continued leisurely kissing the skin of his chest, not undoing another button until her lips and tongue had touched every inch that she’d uncovered. “Now,” she murmured breathily in his ear, “I need my hands. Can you promise not to move?”
He nodded weakiy, his eyes hazy with lust.
She grinned and bit down on his earlobe before sitting up and swiftly undoing his belt and tugging off his pants. He lay there, watching her through heavily lidded eyes, tracing her movements appreciatively. Her skin flushed and her blood tingled hotly deep in her veins. She crawled over him and dragged her hand over his stomach, slowly rocking her hips back and forth until he moaned loudly and reached for her on pure instinct. “Sit up,” she ordered, her voice husky with want.
He allowed her to trail his shirt off his shoulders then immediately fused their mouths together and kissed her hard, his hards gripping her hips and pressing her tightly to him.
“Mmm,” she groaned, “You aren’t suppose to be touching me, This is suppose to be about you.”
“But I want to touch you,” his hands touched her face and pushed her hair out of her face as he slid his lips against hers again before trailing them down her jaw, “I love touching you.”
She smiled and drug her fingers across the stubble on his cheek, “Well it would be mean to stop you then.”
“Arms up,” he instructed his hands already bunching her dress at her waist. She complied and he swept it over her head and tossed it off the bed, “My turn.”
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“Derek?”
“What?” he called back over the rushing water of the shower.
“Nothing,” she sighed. She sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with her shoes as she slipped them on.
“What?” he asked again opening the door and leaning out.
“I was just wondering if Mark and Sydney made it home all right.”
“What is it Addison?”
“Nothing,” she repeated, “I don’t know,” she stood and leaned against the wall beside the shower, “I just don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Derek straightened his shoulders slightly and studied her face.
“Geoffrey wants to get married soon and I’d rather not start our marriage by being unfaithful.”
“Sure,” Derek shrugged his shoulders in an attempt at indifference, “Whatever you want.”
“You know this isn’t what I want Derek,” she smiled softly, not fooled by his act. She leaned in and kissed him good-bye, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
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“I can’t believe you left us at a swingers party.”
Addison giggled under her breath, “You looked like you were having fun.”
“We were, but you don’t just leave your friends at swingers parties.”
Addison continued to laugh under her breath.
“So we’ve decided not to tell you what happened after you left. You don’t deserve the gossip.”
“That’s not fair,” Addison protested, “I introduced her to you.”
“Which led to all this… swinging,” she lowered her voice even more, “Not everyone likes sharing their sexual partners, Addison.”
“I don’t like it,” she muttered.
“You sure?,” Sydney teased, “Maybe you should introduce Geoff and whats-her-face to Joanie’s lifestyle,” she nodded to Meredith who was sitting not to far away with Derek, “Might make things easier.”
Addison eyed her, “You did it didn’t you. That’s just… As your doctor…”
“I did not. God, husband-swap? No thank you. But, we made some new friends, and I got invited upstairs,” Sydney grinned, “By another woman.”
“No.”
“ And then her husband. Oh yes. And when I pointed out my husband she suggested a foursome.”
Addison laughed out loud, covering her mouth with her hand when people started staring at her, and resting her arm against the wall to steady herself.
“So Mark considers it for a moment until this other guy touches my breast -- kind of a bold move -- and Mark realized that he wouldn’t be the only guy and he turned them down.”
Addison continued to laugh, her stomach starting to ache.
“So, we went to the bathroom to talk about the situation you got us in -- and if Joanie mentions a broken bottle of cologne then you know nothing about it, it must have broken and been hastily cleaned up on its own -- and then things started to get out of control, so--”
“That’s when things go out of control?”
“Well, I guess there had been a game of strip poker -- which Joanie lost, even pregnant she has no inhibitions -- and before we were propositioned there were games of spin the bottle and suck and blow, with a few variations, going on. Surprisingly, it actually didn’t seem like a lot of people were having sex. A lot of kissing.”
“I can’t believe you stayed.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us you were leaving.”
“Well, you seem to have enjoyed yourself,” Addison shot back.
“It was hot!” Sydney exclaimed, “Mark practically molested me in the cab on the way home, it was a sexually charged environment, but those are super unhealthy relationships those couples have. I don’t want to watch other women pawing over my husband. He’s mine. I do the pawing. And a few of them have kids. I mean, maybe it’s because I have kids and I think they are special and evidence of us, but why would you want to engage in the same activities that got you your kids with someone that you don’t even care about? Maybe I’m to emotionally invested in babies and the baby-making process right now, but that just does not appeal to me at all. I mean if you’re married or in a relationship, it’s not just sex. Those people are ruining the best part.”
“Yeah,” Addison agreed softly. She looked over at Derek and Meredith who were laughing and sharing a muffin. She flipped open her cell and paged Derek. She smiled at Sydney, “I need to get to my rounds.
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Derek chuckled. Addison had just paged him from about ten feet away.
Meredith picked up his pager and glanced at the display. “You’d think they’d learn by now that they have the wrong number.”
“You’d think,” he kissed her forehead, “I have to get upstairs. I’ll see you later?”
She nodded and watched him head down the hall -- catching up with Addison halfway to the elevators.
Derek smiled at her but didn’t say anything until they were alone in the elevator.
The doors closed around them and she stepped over to him, cupped his jaw and kissed him.
He grinned, “What was that for?”
“I just had an urge.”
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“Why are you making my life so hard? Why? Why?”
Meredith stepped further into the locker room. Addison stood at the far end her blouse in her hand, dabbing at it with wet paper towel. “Problems?”
Addison looked up at Meredith and paused a moment before replying, “I got lipstick on my collar.”
“Scandal,” Meredith opened up Derek’s locker, “Who’s lipstick?”
Addison chuckled, “Mine.”
“You shouldn’t put on your lipstick before getting dressed.”
“It wasn’t my idea to have to get dressed again,” Addison smirked.
“I thought Derek had a stain stick,” Meredith slammed the door to his locker, “Sorry.”
“Oh,” Addison’s face lit up, “I stole that last week,” she pointed to her locker, “It’s on the top shelf.”
Meredith reached into Addison’s already open locker and handed her the stain stick.
“Is Derek’s family staying with you?”
“No. We don’t have a downstairs bathroom for Anna’s wheelchair so they staying at a hotel,” Meredith picked up a bottle of perfume from Addison’s locker and sniffed if, “This is nice,” she glanced at the name, “J’addore?”
Addison glanced at her, her eyebrow raising slightly, “J’adore is french for ‘I adore’ but since my name is A-D-D…”
“Oh,” Meredith smiled, “Geoff is so sweet.”
“Ya,” Addison smiled and took the perfume from Meredith’s hand and spritzed some on her neck, “He is.”
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“What’s Laura like?”
Meredith glanced at Sydney and shrugged, “She’s funny. Quick. I don’t think she likes me so I haven’t really talked to her much. Her and Derek are really close. They look alike. It’s weird.”
“What does she look like?”
“Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. Seriously she looks like Derek but female and really hot. You’ll meet her at dinner tonight.”
“I know,” Sydney sighed, “It’s oddly surreal meeting the woman your husband lost his virginity too. Like, should I thank her?”
“Mark lost his virginity to Derek’s sister?”
Sydney nodded, “When they were 17, her prom. What if she hates me?”
“It’s weird to think of Mark having a first. I just assumed he was born like that. Or his first time was with a Chinese prostitute when he was 11.”
“Apparently she corrupted him sexually,” Sydney chewed on her lip absently, “How am I suppose to compete with the first love of his life.”
“At least you aren’t competing with Addison.”
“True,” Sydney said slowly, not really thinking about what she was saying.
Meredith chuckled, “Thanks.”
“Mark!”
Sydney turned her head as she heard Derek calling her husband. Within seconds she saw Derek with a teenager in a wheelchair and a woman with a slight limp. Seconds later Mark came into view, paused, then scooped up the woman into his arms and hugged her so tightly her feet left the ground. He set her down and kissed her cheek, then hugged her again. Meredith walked over to join them as Mark hugged the girl in the wheel chair, but at her appearance he looked up and saw Sydney hanging back.
“Hey,” he jogged over and grabbed her hand, locking their fingers together, “Come on.” He grinned leading them back over to Derek’s family, “This is Sydney,” he beamed proudly, “This is my niece Anna. And this,” he grinned, “Is Laura.”
Sydney and Laura sized each other up. Head to toe. Blue eyes piercing green. Sydney dropped Marks hand determinedly, “It’s so great to meet you! Can I hug you?” She hugged her tightly but briefly,”This is so exciting,” then stepped back to Mark’s side, grinning as his arm settled around her shoulders. She stepped closer, fitting into his side, ignoring Laura’s piercing blue stare studying them.
“You need to see the girls,” Mark grinned, “We’ll bring them over to the house tonight. They are the most beautiful babies.”
“I have to see it to believe it,” Laura teased, “I can’t picture you holding a baby let alone fathering twins.”
Marks eyes twinkled, “Well, believe it. We’re having another,” his fingertips affectionately skimmed over Sydney’s neck.
“Mark,” Sydney admonished softly, blushing gently.
“I’m excited,” he kissed her temple, “June 8th,” he announced, “But, just one this time.”
Sydney smiled, still slightly shy around Mark’s ‘family’, “I made Addison check the ultrasound three times to make sure. If it’s a boy I can only handle one; especially if he’s anything like his father. Can you imagine?”
“No,” Laura smiled her lips pursed together as she watched Mark, “But, Sloan men are a handful.”
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“Can I have the rest of your milkshake.”
Anna shot Addison a look, “No. Can I have your daiquiri?”
“Are you 21?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
“Hey girls,” Derek slid into the booth beside Addison and stole one of Anna’s fries. “Thanks Monkey.”
Addison shot him a look but didn’t say anything.
“No Meredith?” Laura questioned.
“She’s in surgery right now. She’ll join us for dinner.”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Anna looked to Derek, “Can you keep Addison away from my milkshake.”
“I’ll wrestle her away if I have too.”
Addison, Derek and Laura watched Anna wheel away.
“She adjusted well,” Addison observed.
“Yeah,” Laura nodded, “She’s determined to get her license before she graduates. And she has a boyfriend. Of course I don’t officially know about him, but I hear things.”
“The secret boyfriends. They making having teenage girls so much more interesting.”
“Yours too?”
“Usually two at a time.”
Laura shook her head, “It’s so weird hearing you talk about having teenagers.”
Addison laughed, Derek shifted slightly and rested his arm along the back of the bench behind Addison.
“Although it’s not as weird as Mark with all those babies.”
“Aww,” Addison smiled, “I think it’s cute.”
“That woman is insane.”
“She reminds me of you,” Derek quipped, reaching over and taking a large gulp of Anna’s milkshake.
“Don’t do that,” Addison exclaimed.
“What?”
“She’s going to think it was me that stole her milkshake.”
“So.”
“So. It wasn’t.”
Derek took another drink.
“Stop,” she smacked him, laughing as he grinned impishly, “Quit it.”
“You guys are sleeping together aren’t you,” Laura asked from the other side of the table.
“No!” they exclaimed simultaneously.
“Yes, you are!”
“No, we aren’t,” Derek protested.
“I didn’t think you were until you denied it. Oh my God. You’re sleeping together!” Laura glanced between the two of them, her eyes teasing, “Mom is going to be so pissed.”
“Don’t tell mom,” Derek sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “Or Kathleen. I’m begging you not to tell Kathleen.”
“Derek!” Addison exclaimed.
Laura’s eyes widened in surprise.
“She was kidding, You idiot. You just told her!”
“She knew.”
“She did not,” Addison buried her face in her hands, “Have you met Laura. That’s how she jokes. God Derek.”
Laura shook her head, “You’re an idiot. You both are. Idiots.”
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Ali wandered aimlessly up and down the hospital corridor.
“Are those Betsey Johnson pumps?”
Ali glanced down at her feet, “Yeah.”
“I’m so jealous,” Anna wheeled closer, “My mother would never let me wear those.”
Ali bit her lip to stop herself from speaking but didn’t quite succeed, “Well, it’s not like you have to walk in them.”
Anna’s face lit up, “Hey, true. I’m definitely getting a pair.”
“Do you want to try them on?” Ali plunked herself down on the floor and slid the shoe off her foot and on to Anna’s, “My dad’s girlfriend bought them for me for my birthday. She’s always buying us ridiculous things like shoes my dad can’t stand.”
“I have an aunt like that.”
“Hey girls,” Addison greeted them, not surprised that they had found each other, “Nice shoes.”
“I brought your keys,” Ali held the car keys over her head so that Addison could take them.
“Thanks,” Addison nodded to Anna, “I see you met my niece. Anna. This is my… Ali.”
Anna and Ali studied each other with renewed interest.
“I’m her future step-daughter,” Ali supplied.
Addison beamed. “Well,” she couldn’t stop grinning, “Anna and I were just going to go shopping, but why don’t you guys go. I think your styles might be more compatible.”
The girls eyed each other again.
“Sure,” Ali shrugged, “Can I have the car back?”
“Yes,” Addison rolled her eyes and handed back the keys, “And you can take this,” she reached into her purse and pulled out a credit card, “Don’t go crazy with this. It’s your Uncle Derek’s. If you get caught, I had nothing to do with it.”
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“So, baby brother,” Laura sat down next to her brother on the porch swing. Everyone else was inside drooling over the Sloan twins but Laura had decided she needed a word alone with her brother, “How did you get yourself into this mess.”
“Did you tell Kathleen?”
“Of course,” she swatted him upside the head, “That’s from her.”
Derek didn’t move, didn’t even flinch.
“Can I just ask you one question and then I’ll never bring it up again.”
Derek nodded dumbly.
“Why?” she demanded.
He sighed, “I don’t know. It just happened one night. And then I wanted it to happen again.”
Laura was silent.
“It was my idea. I talked her into it.”
“I’m going to have to hit you again,” Laura turned to face him instead of staring straight ahead, “Do you love her? Addison?”
“I’ve loved Addison since… about 10 hours after I met her. Loving her was never the problem.”
“Then what is the problem?”
“I love Meredith. I really love her. We’re happy. After Mark.. it hurts so much to love Addison; Loving Meredith, it makes me happy.”
“Then you need to stop.”
“I know.”
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“Do you know?”
Mark glanced up at Laura as she sat down beside him on the step leading to the screened in porch at the back of Derek and Meredith’s house. “Know what?”
Laura didn’t saw anything, just looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh that,” Mark nodded, “How‘d you find out?”
“I was kidding around and Derek begged me not to tell Mom,” Laura smiled slightly, “What do you think?”
Mark sighed, “I think I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.” Mark rubbed the back of the baby sleeping against his chest, adjusting her blanket carefully, “I can’t imagine not being with Syd. Or having her there but not being with her -- I couldn’t do it.” He kissed the baby’s cheek, “I’d rather share her then not have her at all.”
Laura nodded and stared up at the stars, “What about with me?”
Mark rested his chin on top of the baby’s head.
“What if I’m that person for you?”
“I love my wife.”
“But we always find our way back to each other. We’re Mark and Laura.”
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Okay. So the next chapter is the last chapter off all. It’s already written so I’ll probably post it tomorrow or Wednesday. And I love it. Love Love Love.
Analysis to death. I dare you.