Author: Chelle Storey-Daniel
Rating: NC17 for Addisex! :)
Summary: Making amends can be the hardest thing in the world. But sometimes the chaos is worth it.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I've been swamped with issues. Hopefully it's all over and I can finish this up soon. :)
Addison held out a bite of chocolate cake and said, "You know you want to try it."
Alex shook his head, unable to keep the amusement off his face. "I’m enjoying watching you."
"It’s sinful." She ate the bite she had offered him, rolling her eyes heavenward as she moaned in ecstasy. "The food here? Best in Seattle."
He had to agree. Yes, he would probably be mortgaging his first house to pay off what he would be charging on the meal, but it was definitely the best dinner he could remember having. It was even better than the pizza place he had loved as a child. He watched as she finished off the last of the cake and took a sip of her after dinner coffee. It had been served in a cute little French press that his fingers itched to inspect, but he didn’t dare give away the fact that he’d never seen one before. "It’s a nice place."
Addison nodded, setting aside her coffee when their waiter appeared. He smiled at both of them and said, "Can I get you anything else?"
Alex shook his head and Addison smiled up at the man. "No, thank you, Farley. We’re good."
"The usual method of payment?" he asked, sparing a glance at Alex.
"Yes, please." Addison took a final sip of her coffee and reached for her crutches. To Alex, she added, "Are you ready?"
It took a second for him to process her words. There was nothing in the man’s hand and if Alex had calculated correctly an eye popping bill should have been produced. "Uh, I’ve got this Addison."
She waved her hand to dismiss the notion, standing as Farley eased her chair back and guided her to her feet. "They just add it to my room. It’s fine. You’re my guest tonight."
Remaining in his seat, Alex shook his head. "No. I asked you to dinner."
Farley made himself scarce and Addison said, "Next time you can pay."
He wanted to smile at the prospect of a next time, but he could feel the embarrassment rushing through him. She didn’t think he had the money. And yeah, there was some truth to that, but his male pride was definitely taking a beating. He pulled out his credit card and held it up, trying to get Farley’s attention. "I said I’ve got it."
"Let’s just go. I was supposed to put ice on my leg today and I didn’t so it’s killing me."
Alex stood up so abruptly that he almost knocked the chair over. He grabbed it, righting it before it could hit the ground and glared at her. He could feel how red his face was and could barely contain the urge to throw something, anything. "Fine."
She followed him toward the elevator, forcing herself to smile at the waiters who greeted her by name. He was pissed. He was very, very pissed. Once they were inside, she nudged him with her shoulder. "You want to go get a drink?"
"No." He stared out at the sparkling city, watching as the beacon lights at the airport darted through the sky. "I should go."
"What?" Her heart sank at his words and she tried to urge him around to face her. "Hey, I wanted to buy you dinner to say thank you for the charm you gave me earlier."
"I can assure you that charm didn’t cost what this dinner just did."
"I didn’t know we were keeping score."
"I didn’t know we’d have to."
She glanced out over the city as well, taking in the skyline, then she gasped and grabbed his hand. "You’re not freaking out over the height!"
"What?" he asked, then his eyes widened as comprehension slammed into him. He almost spun away from the glass, but he realized how ridiculous it would look. He focused on the traffic below them and shook his head when his stomach didn’t threaten to punish him. "Wow."
"Maybe I should piss you off more often."
"Something tells me that’s a given."
The doors opened on Addison’s floor and she squeezed his hand. "I don’t want you to go yet."
He turned away to look at her and sighed when he saw the determination on her beautiful face. "You’re used to getting everything you want, aren’t you? No price is too high."
"Is that so bad?" She stopped the door from closing with her crutch and pulled him a little closer, her mouth inches from his. "Can you imagine what I want right now?"
He reached up, brushing her hair over her shoulder and skimming the soft curve of her jaw with his thumb. "Just so we’re clear ... I’m not for sale. I pay my own way."
She smiled at him. "If you *were* for sale I’d patent you pretty damn quick and make a fortune."
He didn’t need to hear anything else. He happily followed her to her room, marveling at the fact that she could look sexy walking on crutches. It was ridiculous, but she did it effortlessly. Once they were inside, he tugged off his jacket and pulled the tie off, tossing both onto the round table near the door. He watched as she took off her earrings and laid them in a small box, then sat on the edge of the bed to take off her shoes. Kneeling in front of her, he slipped them off her feet and skimmed his fingertips up the outsides of her legs.
When he got to the brace, he glanced up at her. "Want me to take it off?"
"God, yes. It’s so uncomfortable."
He nodded and pulled the velcro fastenings, loosening it enough to slide down over her foot. There was an ace bandage in place underneath it and he slowly peeled it off, unwinding it from around her knee. The discoloration was impressive and he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on the worst of it, his eyes never leaving hers. Gently, he rubbed his palms over her flesh, careful not to apply too much pressure. The way she exhaled and let her head fall back proved that she enjoyed it so he kept it up for a few minutes.
Addison’s heart was threatening to pound out of her chest and she didn’t know what to do with herself. It had been a long time since someone other than Derek had ignited such a fire in her. Mark had been ... well, convenient, but she wanted Alex in a way that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She wanted to feel every inch of him, lose herself in his arms for a while. As she watched him she began to fear for the safety of her heart. He had exposed his soft underbelly during their dinner and she had taken the first step toward falling.
His hand danced upward, toward the hem of her skirt and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. He left a fiery path against her skin every where that he touched and she honestly knew that she would die if he didn’t somehow find a way to touch her everywhere at once. "Alex-"
Her desire was evident by the way she squirmed against the mattress, seeking friction. He nipped the flesh of her uninjured knee and slid his hand a little further up her skirt. "Yes, Addison?" he asked innocently when she hissed his name again. He was pleased to find that she was true to her word. She did not have on underwear.
Anything she could have said died in her throat as his thumb found the only part of her that ached worse than her knee. Her head fell back as his skilled hands eased her legs a further apart. The skirt she wore was too tight to allow him the access they both wanted and she reached for the zipper in back, quickly tugging it down. Yanking her sweater over her head, she tossed it across the room and stood up on one leg.
Alex took the hint and pulled the skirt over her hips, letting it pool at her feet. She started to sit back again, but he shook his head. "Wait," he said softly.
Still on his knees before her, he reached up, unhooking her bra and letting her breasts spill from the confines. His mouth was suddenly dry as he tested their weight in his hands before dipping his tongue into her belly button. He slid his palms along the slender curve of her waist and cupped her buttocks, enjoying the sounds she made in the back of her throat. Gripping her hips, he urged her back against the bed and pulled her to the edge when she finally reclined against it.
Addison twisted the cover in her hands, straining upward as he lowered his mouth to her center. He massaged her thighs, urging them further apart as he devoured her sensitive flesh. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through the top of his hair, tugging a little to hold him closer still. When one of his hands left her thigh and his fingers probed against her eager flesh, she cried out his name, undulating against him. Within minutes, she was crying out again, this time in release.
He could honestly say that he had never yanked his clothing off faster or gotten into a condom with such speed. He did it so quickly that he was out of breath when he moved back to her, wondering how to make love to her without causing her pain. He glanced down at her, still sprawled on her back, with her legs dangling into the floor. It was inspiring. The bed was just the right height and he gently lifted her legs, pulling them flush against his chest as he entered her inch by inch. He growled her name as he pulled her against him, burying himself inside her warm, quivering flesh.
"Oh god,’ she sighed, gripping the edge of the bed as he pulled back and slammed into her.
He knew he wasn’t hurting her. With his hands on the front of her thighs, he held her close, lifting her up to meet his thrusts. It felt unbelievably good, better than anything he’d ever experienced. She responded to his every touch which was good because he couldn’t stop touching her. Reaching down, he massaged her clit, roughly tweaking it as he felt his own orgasm approaching.
She bucked upward, crying out as she came again. Within seconds, he joined her, stiffening from the power of his climax.
He sagged against her, his legs shaking almost too much to hold him upright. With a smile, he gently eased out of her and pressed a kiss to her stomach. Carefully, he lowered her legs, watching her face for signs of discomfort. When there were none, he lifted her and laid her in the bed properly so she could stretch out. Satisfied that the pretty flush on her skin was all his doing, he walked into the bathroom to discard the condom.
When he returned, she had managed to get herself under the cover and he frowned. "I was enjoying the view."
"I forgot to turn the heat on in this room. It’s freezing." She pulled back the over on the other side. "You coming?"
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He crawled under the cover, pulling her into his arms. Kissing her forehead, he attempted to massage the chill bumps from her arms. She shivered, causing him to chuckle. "You gonna be okay?" he asked.
Addison was lying in the crook of his arm, very much enjoying the way she fit against him. If anyone had asked her that question a few days ago she would have been inclined to say no. She wasn’t going to be okay, but something in the way his touch soothed her forced that doubt from her mind. Glancing up at him, she nodded. "I am."
"What are you thinking?"
"I’m thinking that for someone who hates the gynie brigade so much you sure do know your way around a woman’s body."
"Your body inspires me." He kissed her lightly on the nose. "Do you mind if I stay the night?"
"Not at all." Under the cover, she took his hand in hers. "Are you still mad about dinner?"
"If I say yes will you do naughty things to make me change my mind?"
"I plan on doing naughty things for most of the night."
He laughed a little, glancing down at her. "Dr. Montgomery, I think you may be a nymphomaniac."
"Hell no." He shifted a little pulling her sore leg over his own. "And no, I’m not still mad. Annoyed, maybe, but not exactly mad."
"For what it’s worth, I like a huge breakfast. And you’re buying."
"Where do you put it all? Good lord, woman! How do you keep your girlish figure?"
"You’re about to find out?"
George put his arm around Callie’s waist as they walked down the hallway. The visit with his father could have been tense and hard to handle, but Callie had walked in and acted like nothing had happened the previous day. He felt like an enormous load had been lifted off his shoulders. He had even engaged his brothers in their game of picking cars and had earned their appreciation when he chose a ‘69 Camaro Super Sport. Callie had argued the merits of the Mustang and Ronnie and Jerry both sided with her, but it was entertaining. George realized, as he glanced at her, that she was the perfect match for him; she understood him in a way that no one else had ever been able to. He had been a total fool not to see it from the start."Thank you for that," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"For what?" she glanced at him as she pressed the elevator button.
"For coming to see my dad with me. For forgiving me." He gave her a boyish grin and pressed his lips against hers. "For being you."
Callie shifted uncomfortably. She was not used to having his attention or hearing such things from him. It made her uneasy, made her expect the other shoe to drop and hit her on top of the head. Instead of reassuring her, it made her defenses go sky high and her need to protect her fractured heart was intense. That persistent little voice was back, telling her that it was all too good to be true. There was nothing she could say so she gave him the best smile she could manage when he pushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her once again.
The elevator opened and he took her hand in his, stepping inside. Izzie and Meredith were leaning against the back wall, laughing together. They both looked at the couple with shock and in Izzie’s case, a hint of disdain. Callie saw the way the blonde’s eyes traveled to their joined hands and sighed, dropping George’s hand and turning away from them. She listened as George answered a few questions about his dad and didn’t contribute to the conversation until George took her hand again and said, "I don’t know about you but I’m starving. What are you in the mood for?"
Callie was definitely not hungry. She had technically not eaten in a couple of days and the thought of food was enough to make her stomach ache. Shaking her head, she said, "I’m actually pretty tired. I think I’m gonna go home."
The elevator opened and she quickly exited. Much to her chagrin, Izzie and Meredith followed them down the hallway and Izzie said, "So, you guys are back together?"
"Absolutely," George replied, beaming proudly. He drew to a stop, forcing Callie to pause with him."She finally let me catch her."
Izzie nodded, glancing at Callie. "I guess that means that you won’t try to kill Meredith again, right?"
Meredith’s eyes widened. "Izzie!"
George’s brow wrinkled in confusion. "What?"
"It’s nothing," Meredith replied, emphatically shaking her head. "Just a misunderstanding."
"I had to pull your girlfriend off Meredith." Izzie crossed her arms over her chest. "She thought that Meredith told you about Sloan."
If there had been a rock nearby, Callie would have stood on her head to dig underneath it. The other shoe that she had been anticipating not only hit her on the head, it stopped to kick her in the ass as well. "George-"
"You knew?" His tone was sharp as he addressed Meredith. "You knew and you didn’t tell me."
"No, I didn’t know. She told me that she had slept with *someone*. She didn’t say who." Holding her hands up in surrender, Meredith shook her head. "And it’s over, right? You guys have worked it out and should be happy. So -"
"I would have told *you*," George snapped. "We live in the same damn house! We’re supposed to be friends!"
"We are, George. But it wasn’t my story to tell."
"I have always looked out for you. If you know that my girlfriend is a fucking cheater then you OWE it to me to tell me!"
Izzie could not hide the aggravation that was rapidly boiling over. "Am I the only one here who sees how wrong it is that you’re pissed at Meredith for not telling you, but perfectly fine with Callie for actually DOING it and telling everyone but you about it."
"This is ridiculous!" Meredith shouted, drowning out their bickering. "Izzie, it’s none of your business! George, I’m sorry, okay? She kept my secrets so I kept hers. It’s a girl thing."
"Whatever." George ran a hand through his hair. He turned to address Callie, but she was no where to be seen.
"She left." Izzie shrugged. "Right after you called her a ‘fucking cheater’. I guess the truth hurts."
Turning on his heel, he jogged out of the hospital without another word.
Callie heard him calling her name, but she ignored him. Unlocking her car, she quickly started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. She had known it wouldn’t last. The way he pursued her, tried to comfort her, professed his love and gave her the baseball glove had been too perfect. This was the nasty wake up call that she had been anticipating. None of it was true. He considered her a cheater, even though they had been broken up when it happened. Even though he had requested that the past stay in the past and not be mentioned again. Even though he had been so convincing. Even though he said he loved her.
She had heard her mother say once before that a man could literally rip your heart down the middle.
Even though it was rare in her case, Callie figured that for once her mother had been right.
She was sobbing when she pulled into the parking deck of the Archfield. She spent ten minutes trying to collect herself and when she failed miserably, she exited the car. She wanted to avoid seeing anyone so she took the stairwell. By the time she reached her floor she was out of breath and wheezing through her tears. Her heart was pounding in her chest, betraying her wishes for it to go ahead and succumb to the wound that George had inflicted. It betrayed her, however, and slammed against her breast.
She was shocked to her toes when she rounded the corner and George was knocking on her door. How he had managed it was beyond her. When she saw the way he was sweating, she realized that he must have run the eight blocks to the Archfield while she had been sitting in her car below. She tried to duck back around the corner, but he saw her and called her name.
Running fast, George grabbed her arm and spun her to face him before she could make it back to the stairway. "Callie, I didn’t mean what I said."
She pulled away and turned her back to him, ashamed that she couldn’t stop the tears that were steadily coursing down her cheeks. The only thing worse than him seeing her this way was that she was allowing herself to cry about it at all. She had cried enough in the past couple of weeks to last an entire lifetime, but here she was, letting him take even more from her. He had taken her heart, taken her soul, and now he was taking what little self respect she had left. "Go home, George."
"I don’t want you here." She opened the stairwell door and he followed, rushing past her and blocking the path. "I mean it!"
He held his ground. "God dammit, Callie! Just stop! We’re not doing this again!"
"You’re right! We’re not!"
"Why the hell are you so damn stubborn!? I said I love you! I said it! I meant it!"
"But you don’t trust me! You think I’m a ... what was it? A fucking cheater? I didn’t cheat on you! You cheated yourself!"
"Baby, please. I am so tired of fighting with you when all I want to do is hang on to you and never let go." He stepped up onto the stair where she stood and leaned against her, fully expecting to be pushed to his death. Eye to eye, he lifted a hand and wiped the tears from her face. "I can’t stand to see you cry."
"Then stop making me."
Cupping her face, he said, "I forgive you for what you did. I trust you, Callie. I trust that you love me enough to take care of my heart and you can trust me to take care of yours, but you have to give it to me again."
"You’ve had it all along," she whispered, her chin trembling.
"Shh." He ran his thumb along her jaw and kissed her eyelids, begging her not to cry any more. "Let me stay, Callie."
Deep inside, she knew that there were still major obstacles to face. His friends hated her and she had to eventually deal with her past, but when he took a step back and held out his hand, she immediately took it. Nothing else mattered in that moment, when his fingers laced with hers and he flashed a soft smile. She knew the world could fall around them and somehow they would dig out of the rubble.