All I Want to Do: Relationship Myths
Title: All I Want to do
Author: picric_drea
Pairing: Derek/Addison
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Seattle wasn't the first time he picked a girl up in a bar?
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Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to eat a caramel apple when your jaw hurts? Trust me, it ain’t pretty. But, it’s worth it. Anyway, here is the update. And I actually met my self-imposed deadline, how awesome is that?
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The next morning, Addison nearly jumped out of her skin when her alarm went off. She slammed her hand onto the device to silence the offending noise and then cradled her throbbing head. She rolled to her right and was startled when she ran into something solid. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into a lightly muscled chest. She looked up to see a face with the beginnings of a beard, an arm thrown across the eyes attempting to block out the sun. Addison gingerly sat up in bed, her eyes squinting as she took in the clothes discarded around her room, searching for the nearest article she could throw on regardless of the owner. Finding nothing convenient she lightly slid out of the bed, tightly grasping the bed sheet around her naked body and escaped to the privacy of bathroom, locking the door behind her. She then collapsed in an ungraceful heap on her closed toilet, with her head in her hands. What the hell did she do now? She was alone in her apartment with a strange man she picked up in a bar. She didn’t even know his last name. What if he was crazy or a murderer or something? She anxiously looked about her bathroom for some sort of weapon finally deciding on her scissors. Of course, if he was going to do something, he would have had ample opportunity last night considering she passed out after her third (fourth?) orgasm. She couldn’t exactly remember everything that happened, but she knew that her body certainly enjoyed it. She turned and looked into the mirror and started to remove last night’s makeup. After completing her morning ritual, she thankfully spotted her robe on the back of the door and slipped into it, running through her head what she would say to get him out of her apartment as soon as possible. She would be completely aloof, ice queen to the core.
When she emerged from the bathroom, her black silk robe wrapped tightly around her, she was relieved to see him pulling on his jeans and moved to sit on her bed.
He turned toward her with a smile. “Hey, good morning.”
“Hello.”
“So, that was pretty amazing last night."
“Uh, yeah, is that your shirt over there?” She pointed to the corner with her glasses before slipping them on.
He glanced at it and grinned. “Yea.”
She smirked and nodded for him to put it on.
“So,” he continued, “Can I get your number?”
“Why?”
“So, I can call you. That’s generally why we humans use the telephone,” he smirked.
“Why do you need to call?”
“Maybe to ask you on a date?”
“Look--”
“Derek. Look, Derek.”
She shook her head, “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to pretend with me. Let’s just call this what it is: a one-night stand.”
Derek walked closer and leaned over her sitting position on the bed, his hands coming to rest on either side of her hips, bringing his face level with hers, “You are a strange woman, Addison.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips then backed away.
Her eyes darted rapidly to the side, “Uh, yea, sure. Okay, bye,” she waved, as he walked away. “Great night,” he turned back and looked at her, it felt like he was staring into her soul. She fidgeted and shrugged under his gaze, “Thanks for the orgasms.” He laughed out loud as he walked out the door.
As soon as the door closed she allowed herself to fall back onto her bed. It reopened seconds later as Naomi traipsed into the apartment.
“Addison! Are you home?”
Addison pulled herself up to a sitting position, “Yeah.”
Naomi appeared in her doorway, “Oh, my gosh, I just passed by the hottest guy in the hallway.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. If I didn’t have Sam…” she glanced over at the bed, “But it looks like you may have had quite the night as well.”
Addison felt her face heat up, but willed herself not to blush. “I didn’t sleep well, tossed and turned all night.”
“Alone?”
“Of course alone! What, do you think I met some random guy in a bar and brought him back my apartment, had hot, wild, multi-orgasmic sex, then just sent him on his merry way?” She laughed shrilly, “That’s preposterous.”
Naomi blinked, “Well, actually I was thinking that you may have hooked up with Steven again, but given your flip-out and the fact that you’re using words like ‘preposterous’, I’m starting to revise my opinion.”
“Oh,” this time she couldn’t keep the blush from her cheeks.
“Why, Addison Montgomery, did you have a one night stand?”
“What?! No!!” She immediately denied. Naomi merely raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe.” Naomi continued to stare. “Alright, yes, but it was an accident.”
“An accident?” Naomi laughed, “What you tripped, fell, and landed on his--”
“Naomi!!” Addison screeched, turning as red as her hair. “Shut up! This is all your fault you know.”
“My fault?”
“Yes, your fault. Now had you not ditched me and actually shown up for dinner, then I would not have been pissed, and I would not have accepted the free wine that the bartender was pouring down my throat, I would not have gotten drunk, and I certainly would not have brought him back to my apartment to screw him senseless,” she sighed and huffed, “So, clearly this is all your fault.”
By this time Naomi was nearly hysterical with laughter, “Addison Adrienne Forbes Montgomery had a one night stand with a bartender?!” She clutched her stomach as she tried to breathe, “Oh, oh my gosh, this is just too fantastic.”
“Shut up!!” Addison threw her pillow at her supposed best friend.
Naomi easily caught it and tossed it back onto the bed. “So, what are you sowing your wild oats before we start med school on Monday?”
Addison allowed herself to fall back onto the bed once again, “I don’t know. I was drinking and he was cute, and the more I drank the cuter he got, and Steven was four months ago, and I…needed to scratch an itch.”
Naomi shook her head at her friend, “You are horrible.” She sat down on the bed next to her friend, “So, was he any good?”
“Did you not hear the multi-orgasmic part?” Addison pulled her pillow protectively across her chest. “I don’t know why I felt so comfortable with him. I mean, we were talking and then next thing I know we’re stumbling through the apartment and my clothes are falling off.” She sighed and rolled over onto her stomach, “You know what the worst part is?” Naomi shook her head. “I don’t regret it. It was amazing.” She cleared her throat and sat up, “But it was just for one night. It happened and now it’s over.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Naomi interjected quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be over.”
“Um, yeah it kind of does.”
“No, I mean think about it. If you had this strong of a connection with this guy from one night, maybe it was not meant to end there. Maybe this guy is your soul mate,” Naomi got on her knees on the bed and pulled the pillow from Addison, her eyes shining bright. “Maybe he is your one true love! Maybe--”
“Maybe you’re delusional,” Addison cut in, yanking her pillow back and whacking Naomi with it. “It was a one night stand, not a grand love affair,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
“But, maybe it could be. You could be one of those stories where a one-night stand turns into the love of your life,” Naomi gushed.
“Okay, Nai, I don’t want to burst your bubble, because I know you’re still in this love/sexual haze since you and Sam finally did the dirty, but those stories aren’t real. Those are fairy tales that lonely women tell each other to foster the hope that they won’t end up alone and aren’t sluts for enjoying themselves sexually.” Addison snorted, “That one is right up there with the one where the husband actually leaves his loving wife for the mistress. That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen in real life.”
Naomi huffed and sat back on her heels, “Why must you be such a pessimist?”
Addison stood up and started picking up around her room, “I’m not a pessimist; I’m a realist. I don’t have time for relationship myths.”
Naomi sighed and watched her. “Don’t you know anyone who has a happy, healthy relationship?”
Addison’s hands stilled as images of her parents’ marriage flashed through her head. “No, I don’t,” she admitted quietly. She straightened her shoulders and turned back to face her friend, her mask firmly in place. “So, I guess you and Sam will have to show me how it’s done,” she smirked. “Now, get out so I can get dressed, then we can go find some awesome new outfits for Monday.”
“A little retail therapy?”
“A little spirit boost,” Addison winked.
The majority of the weekend was spent preparing for the start of medical school (purchasing binders, notebooks, pens, and in Addison’s case multiple packs of highlighters), however the rest was spent teasing Addison relentlessly about her indiscretion. Addie was a pretty good sport for the most part, though she seemed to be perpetually blushing. The teasing came to an abrupt halt, however, after Sam was beaned in the head with a nearly empty water bottle after doing his impression of the Count from Sesame Street. (“One, One night stand, Ah-ha-ha-ha.”)
Monday dawned bright and early, and Naomi and Addison excitedly dressed and prepared themselves for their first day of orientation. Sitting in the Columbia auditorium amongst one hundred of her fellow first years, Addison had to stifle a squeal. She was here, finally. In just four short years, she would be addressed as Dr. Montgomery. That thought was enough to place a smile on her face, which stayed through the multitude of speakers and introductions that no one remembered once they left the stage. Soon they were being directed to the different offices to complete their registration. As Addison joined her classmates in the rush to get to the bookstore and security office, she noticed a semi-familiar head of dark hair several steps ahead of her. “Oh my gosh,” she gasped, ducking behind a pillar and pulling Naomi with her.
“Okay,” Naomi began, pulling away from her and straightening her clothes, “What just happened?”
“It’s him! He’s here. What the hell is he doing here?”
“Who?” Naomi asked exasperatedly.
Addison sighed, closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillar. “Derek. My one night stand.”
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Yeah, like you guys didn’t see that coming. Anyhoo, review and I’ll give you more. Oh, and anyone who has seen Avenue Q should get the reference. I L-O-V-E that show!