AIWTD #3
Title: All I Want to do
Author: picric_drea
Pairing: Derek/Addison
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Seattle wasn't the first time he picked a girl up in a bar?
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Okay, I don’t know what happened. I have no excuse. PrP kinda pissed me off. I mean yes you could see that coming from 5000 miles away, but still, I thought Sam was supposed to be a good man. Are there no good men left? I say bring back the hot oncologist; he’s not Sam hot, but still very attractive. Or better yet, bring Derek for a visit, tit-for-tat. Okay, done with my rant so just read and pass along your comments, please. (Apparently it is too long to post so click the link for part b)
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“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.”
Naomi peered around the pillar at the handsome guy walking away from them, “Really? He looks even better cleaned up.” She tilted her head slightly, “Wow, nice ass.”
“Nai!”
“What? I’m just looking. Nice catch, Addie.”
“He’s not a catch, and he’s not mine. He was a mistake, and now it seems he’s stalking me.”
“Someone has a healthy self-esteem,” Naomi muttered.
“Well, what else would he be doing here?”
“Um, registering for med school?”
“Right, of course,” she ran her hands through her hair, “Well, why did he have to pick this one?”
“Maybe because it’s one of the best in the country.”
“Whatever, he’s screwing up my plan. This is drama. I did not want to start my medical career with drama.” Addison paced back and forth as she watched him walking away. “Dammit. I should have just had my drink and left.”
Naomi laughed, “Alright, you little slut, come on, let’s go get our books.”
“I’m not a slut!”
“You slept with the guy on the first date!”
“That doesn’t make me a slut,” Addison huffed.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” Addison replied, picking up her bag.
“Mmhmm. What’s his last name?”
“W-what?” Addison stuttered.
Naomi shrugged, “What’s his last name?”
Addison opened and closed her mouth a couple of times as she racked her brain, but she came up with bupkis.
“Uh-huh. That’s what makes you a slut,” Naomi chuckled as she walked off.
“Oh, shut up. You’re just a prude.”
“Oh, I am so not a prude,” Naomi scoffed.
“Please, Sam practically had to pry your legs open with a crow bar.”
“At least I knew he was interested in me for more than what is between my legs.”
Addison rolled her eyes, “Well, it’s not like I’m looking for more than that. I don’t want a relationship. I just got out of one.” Addison held the door open, so Naomi could walk in in front of her. “I just want to have fun.”
Naomi nodded her thanks, “So, now we’re quoting 80’s songs?”
Addison walked over to the microbiology texts, “I just…I don’t know. It was a thing, it happened and now I just want to forget it.”
“So…what? There’s nothing there? No lingering feelings or…idle curiosity?”
“No,” Addison replied, matter-of-factly.
“No?” Naomi asked incredulously.
“No.”
“Okay, then it won’t bother you at all to learn that he’s standing right behind you.”
“What?” Addison swirled around, then immediately dropped to her knees, “Shit.”
“Are you seriously hiding?” Naomi asked, not even trying to hide her grin.
“No.”
“Then what are you doing on the floor?”
“Um…nothing.”
“Ma’am, can I help you?” asked an older female voice. Addison turned to see a matronly woman with a perplexed look on her face. “Is there something in specific that you are looking for,” she added.
“Oh, um, no,” Addison replied, willing the blush off her cheeks. “I just, um,” she reached into the pocket of her jacket, “I, um, dropped my pen.” She produced the aforementioned object as she stood, “But I found it. So, no we don’t require any help,” she finished lamely.
The woman gave Addison a quick once over, then smiled tightly. “Alright, well please let us know if we can be of any assistance.” With that she brushed past the two women.
Addison gave Nai a look as she began to snicker. “Ya know, some warning would have been nice.”
Naomi bit her lip to stifle her laughter, “Sorry, but she surprised me too.”
Addison sighed and leaned back against the bookshelves, purposefully keeping her back toward the dark haired individual. After a few moments, she couldn’t resist. “So, what are they doing?”
Naomi arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and smiled slyly, “Thought you didn’t care.”
She shrugged. “I don’t.”
“Okay, then, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“Nai.”
“Yes?”
“Answer the question.”
“So you do care.”
“Nai!”
She chuckled, “Well Mr. One-Night-Stand is perusing the gross anatomy books and his equally or perhaps more attractive friend is currently leering in your direction.
Addison chanced a quick glance over her shoulder and corrected her friend, “I do believe that would be in our direction.”
“Well, subtlety is certainly not his strong point as he is clearly staring at my chest.” It was Addison’s turn to snicker. “Shut up.”
“Dude, check out the redhead.” He smirked at her as she sent him a look over her shoulder.
Derek purposefully ignored his best friend as he continued to peruse the shelves for the proper anatomy book.
“Seriously, dude, you gotta look. She’s definitely one of the hottest girls here. Her friend’s pretty hot too.” He paused and tilted his head slightly, “Definitely has a nice rack.”
Derek chuckled and shook his head at his best friend, “Mark. We are in the book store to pick up books, not dates.” Besides Mark’s comments had brought up the thoughts that he was trying desperately to forget. For the past two days he was having flashbacks of sparkling blue-green eyes, ruby lips, fire-colored strands threaded through his fingers, a soft, pliant body that fit his like a puzzle piece and responded to his every caress like--
“DEREK.”
He blinked at the fingers snapping in front of his eyes. “What?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“I’m actively trying not to.”
“Fine. If you’re not interested then you could at least be my wingman.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Is there ever a time where you are not thinking about getting laid?”
Mark pretended to consider for a moment, “No.” He walked behind Derek and turned his friend towards the ladies, “Seriously guy, take a look at those two and tell me that either one of them aren’t worth at least a night of your time.”
Derek looked over to where his friend was pointing. He noticed a very attractive woman with mocha colored skin, long wavy hair, and a very nice figure, but-
“I don’t see a redhead.”
“What? She’s right over--oh.” Mark glanced around. “Guess you’re right. Sorry dude, but I call this one.”
Derek smirked, “You don’t stand a chance.”
“Please, I’m me. This will be easy.” Mark smiled his trademark roguish grin.
“She will eat you alive. I sense rejection in less than five minutes.”
“Put your money where your mouth is Shepherd.” Mark challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Alright.” Derek mimicked his stance. “Twenty bucks says she turns you down in five minutes flat. Fifty if she does it in less than three.”
“Deal.” The gentlemen shook on the bet. “You better have my money ready Shepherd,” he stated with a grin as her turned toward his target.
“Likewise, Sloan.”
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