Sunday Morning Coming Down (Mark/Addison)
Title: Sunday Morning Coming Down
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Maddison. Mostly fluff.
Summary: “He never pegged her for...”
Title = The great and wonderful Johnny Cash. Completely unrelated, I just needed a title and iTunes picked that one.
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who picked up worms from the sidewalk after a rain and set them back on the grass. He pegged her for the kind of girl who made a face and gingerly stepped around them.
The last drops of the first real spring rain had stopped and Addison dragged him outside of the hospital to look at the rainbow fully arching over the hospital. God knows how she noticed it so quickly.
It smelled like spring; wet and growing.
“You pulled me away from patients and rounds to see this?” Mark raised an eyebrow.
Addison pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him. “It’s pretty, Mark. And it’s a full rainbow. That never happens. Humor me.” She smiled despite her pseudo-annoyance with him and anger with her husband.
“You pulled me away from patients and rounds to see a rainbow.”
She stepped away from him and glared. He put his hands up in defeat. “You can go back in now if you want...” she started mockingly and trailed off, distracted by an earthworm trying desperately to slither off the sidewalk and out of harm’s way. Kneeling down, careful to keep the Caroline Herrera skirt out of a puddle, she gently picked the worm up between her thumb and forefinger and turned toward the grass, letting it free.
Happy, her good deed officially done for the day, she stood up, resisting the urge to wipe her hand on her labcoat.
“Ew.”
“If you were the worm, you’d want me to pick you up.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who climbed trees. He pegged her for the kind of girl who sat under them and read Austen and Tolstoy and gave dirty looks to people climbing in her tree.
“How the hell did you get up there?” Mark shielded his eyes from the bright glare and craned his neck to see his friend high up in an old oak tree in the park. Her hair glowed red in the setting sun; it would have been slightly scary had he not known how cute and goofy the redhead actually was.
Addison laughed. "I climbed." She laughed harder at the look of fake irritation he was giving her and had to tighten her grip on the tree to keep steady, ignoring the bark grazing the skin of her palm. “Well, I grabbed on to that branch down there,” she pointed at a thick limb above Mark’s head, “and pulled myself up.” She frowned, trying to remember how she got the rest of the way, mostly so she could get down again without breaking anything, gaining more scrapes and bruises than she already had, or needing to fall into Mark’s arms. “And kind of made it up from there. Watch out for the bird's nest.”
Damned if he wasn’t going to keep some shred of his masculinity: she was practically daring him to join her. Rolling his eyes, he grasped the branch she pointed out and pulled himself up enough that he could grab another.
“See,” she playfully smirked when he finally settled next to her, somehow resisting the desire to stick out her tongue, “wasn’t that hard.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching people wander about below them. Students, professors, couples, teenagers whose Frisbees were thankfully avoiding their tree, parents with small children, grandparents walking dogs.
A girl of about five walked directly under the tree and looked up at them. She smiled and waved energetically, her nose and cheeks pink from the fall air. Addison smiled and waved back, letting go of the solid trunk for a moment to shake a limb and let loose a flood of leaves down onto the girl. Grinning and giggling, the girl spun around a few times in the leaf shower before waving goodbye to the two of them.
The sun set gradually behind them and the sidewalk lights turned on, making the park look a little more dismal with the incoming cloud cover.
“And we get down...how?”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who stayed up all night. He pegged her for the kind of girl who had a strict ten o’clock bedtime with a six o’clock alarm.
“It’s three in the morning, go to bed.”
Addison pulled off her glasses and lightly threw them on the table. She twisted her back around the chair, making a nearly orgasmic face as her spine audibly cracked into place. “Can’t.” She gestured with a pen to a stack of paper. “That’s still not done.” The coffee pot went off with a ding and she slid out of the chair, padding across the kitchen to pour herself mug number whatever.
Mark raised an eyebrow at her attire: a pair of Derek’s boxer shorts and a t-shirt from her college. “Aren’t you cold?” He sat in the chair across from her and picked up a stapled packet. “And why are you reading this? It was optional.”
“First off, Sloan, I’m too awake to go to bed even if I could. Second, I am not cold because it’s about eighty degrees in here. Third, unlike you, I choose to get everything I can out of med school, which involves reading optional material.” She snatched it away from him, immediately flashing him an apologetic look. It wasn’t his fault she had too much to do and spent the entire afternoon having moderately fantastic sex with Derek instead of studying so she could sleep.
He smiled softly at her, but she wasn’t paying attention. Coffee in hand, she had put her glasses back on and picked up her pen again, retreating back into something complicated and completely not worth anyone’s time. Standing up, he slid behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them lightly and unable to keep his eyebrows from shooting up at how tense she was.
“What are you...oh God that feels good.” She let go of the pen and dropped her head, closing her eyes. Her lips parted slightly as he started really working out the knots and tension. Turning her neck, she looked at him for a second before letting him back to work. “Can I rent you?” her voice thick with exhaustion and good pain.
Mark laughed quietly. “For you, Addison, I’m free.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who loved thunder and lightning and sat outside to watch. He pegged her for the kind of girl who curled up under a blanket and hid.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mark shrank into his raincoat as he sat next to Addison on the roof of her building.
“Derek send you?” Her grin at the crackle of lightning that traced the entire sky around them didn't do much to hide the sadness in her voice.
He jumped at the following thunder, knowing it was coming but still caught off-guard, and faked a glare she couldn’t see in the dark in response to her laugh. “No. I sent me. You looked upset when you left the hospital today.” He slipped his arm around her as a shield from the rain. “I was worried.”
Addison sighed and leaned into him, surprised at herself, surprised at how right it felt. She turned her head so she was looking up at him. “Why do you care so much?" She sat up a bit straighter, "Oooh, that was a good one.”
Tightening his hold on her, feeling that she needed more protection than just from the storm, Mark kissed the top of her head. “Because you’re my friend, Addison. And good friends climb on top of the roof in a raging thunderstorm to see if their friends are okay.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who would sleep with someone else. He pegged her for the kind of girl who stuck it out.
Mark stopped pegging her after she kissed him.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Maddison. Mostly fluff.
Summary: “He never pegged her for...”
Title = The great and wonderful Johnny Cash. Completely unrelated, I just needed a title and iTunes picked that one.
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who picked up worms from the sidewalk after a rain and set them back on the grass. He pegged her for the kind of girl who made a face and gingerly stepped around them.
The last drops of the first real spring rain had stopped and Addison dragged him outside of the hospital to look at the rainbow fully arching over the hospital. God knows how she noticed it so quickly.
It smelled like spring; wet and growing.
“You pulled me away from patients and rounds to see this?” Mark raised an eyebrow.
Addison pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him. “It’s pretty, Mark. And it’s a full rainbow. That never happens. Humor me.” She smiled despite her pseudo-annoyance with him and anger with her husband.
“You pulled me away from patients and rounds to see a rainbow.”
She stepped away from him and glared. He put his hands up in defeat. “You can go back in now if you want...” she started mockingly and trailed off, distracted by an earthworm trying desperately to slither off the sidewalk and out of harm’s way. Kneeling down, careful to keep the Caroline Herrera skirt out of a puddle, she gently picked the worm up between her thumb and forefinger and turned toward the grass, letting it free.
Happy, her good deed officially done for the day, she stood up, resisting the urge to wipe her hand on her labcoat.
“Ew.”
“If you were the worm, you’d want me to pick you up.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who climbed trees. He pegged her for the kind of girl who sat under them and read Austen and Tolstoy and gave dirty looks to people climbing in her tree.
“How the hell did you get up there?” Mark shielded his eyes from the bright glare and craned his neck to see his friend high up in an old oak tree in the park. Her hair glowed red in the setting sun; it would have been slightly scary had he not known how cute and goofy the redhead actually was.
Addison laughed. "I climbed." She laughed harder at the look of fake irritation he was giving her and had to tighten her grip on the tree to keep steady, ignoring the bark grazing the skin of her palm. “Well, I grabbed on to that branch down there,” she pointed at a thick limb above Mark’s head, “and pulled myself up.” She frowned, trying to remember how she got the rest of the way, mostly so she could get down again without breaking anything, gaining more scrapes and bruises than she already had, or needing to fall into Mark’s arms. “And kind of made it up from there. Watch out for the bird's nest.”
Damned if he wasn’t going to keep some shred of his masculinity: she was practically daring him to join her. Rolling his eyes, he grasped the branch she pointed out and pulled himself up enough that he could grab another.
“See,” she playfully smirked when he finally settled next to her, somehow resisting the desire to stick out her tongue, “wasn’t that hard.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching people wander about below them. Students, professors, couples, teenagers whose Frisbees were thankfully avoiding their tree, parents with small children, grandparents walking dogs.
A girl of about five walked directly under the tree and looked up at them. She smiled and waved energetically, her nose and cheeks pink from the fall air. Addison smiled and waved back, letting go of the solid trunk for a moment to shake a limb and let loose a flood of leaves down onto the girl. Grinning and giggling, the girl spun around a few times in the leaf shower before waving goodbye to the two of them.
The sun set gradually behind them and the sidewalk lights turned on, making the park look a little more dismal with the incoming cloud cover.
“And we get down...how?”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who stayed up all night. He pegged her for the kind of girl who had a strict ten o’clock bedtime with a six o’clock alarm.
“It’s three in the morning, go to bed.”
Addison pulled off her glasses and lightly threw them on the table. She twisted her back around the chair, making a nearly orgasmic face as her spine audibly cracked into place. “Can’t.” She gestured with a pen to a stack of paper. “That’s still not done.” The coffee pot went off with a ding and she slid out of the chair, padding across the kitchen to pour herself mug number whatever.
Mark raised an eyebrow at her attire: a pair of Derek’s boxer shorts and a t-shirt from her college. “Aren’t you cold?” He sat in the chair across from her and picked up a stapled packet. “And why are you reading this? It was optional.”
“First off, Sloan, I’m too awake to go to bed even if I could. Second, I am not cold because it’s about eighty degrees in here. Third, unlike you, I choose to get everything I can out of med school, which involves reading optional material.” She snatched it away from him, immediately flashing him an apologetic look. It wasn’t his fault she had too much to do and spent the entire afternoon having moderately fantastic sex with Derek instead of studying so she could sleep.
He smiled softly at her, but she wasn’t paying attention. Coffee in hand, she had put her glasses back on and picked up her pen again, retreating back into something complicated and completely not worth anyone’s time. Standing up, he slid behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them lightly and unable to keep his eyebrows from shooting up at how tense she was.
“What are you...oh God that feels good.” She let go of the pen and dropped her head, closing her eyes. Her lips parted slightly as he started really working out the knots and tension. Turning her neck, she looked at him for a second before letting him back to work. “Can I rent you?” her voice thick with exhaustion and good pain.
Mark laughed quietly. “For you, Addison, I’m free.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who loved thunder and lightning and sat outside to watch. He pegged her for the kind of girl who curled up under a blanket and hid.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mark shrank into his raincoat as he sat next to Addison on the roof of her building.
“Derek send you?” Her grin at the crackle of lightning that traced the entire sky around them didn't do much to hide the sadness in her voice.
He jumped at the following thunder, knowing it was coming but still caught off-guard, and faked a glare she couldn’t see in the dark in response to her laugh. “No. I sent me. You looked upset when you left the hospital today.” He slipped his arm around her as a shield from the rain. “I was worried.”
Addison sighed and leaned into him, surprised at herself, surprised at how right it felt. She turned her head so she was looking up at him. “Why do you care so much?" She sat up a bit straighter, "Oooh, that was a good one.”
Tightening his hold on her, feeling that she needed more protection than just from the storm, Mark kissed the top of her head. “Because you’re my friend, Addison. And good friends climb on top of the roof in a raging thunderstorm to see if their friends are okay.”
He never pegged her for the kind of girl who would sleep with someone else. He pegged her for the kind of girl who stuck it out.
Mark stopped pegging her after she kissed him.