DISCLAIMER: Grey's Anatomy and its characters are the property of Shonda Rhimes and ABC. No infringement intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: What if Addison were McDreamy? Sequel to If I Fall. Like the show, all titles were borrowed from songs. This one belongs to Joe Purdy.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

I Love The Rain The Most
By Constantine


Her lips taste like rain and red wine. It's a curious flavor I didn't know I'd be addicted to. The husky howl of a ferryboat breathes into the drizzly night air and I think this moment might possibly be perfect. I pull away slightly but keep my eyes closed. I'm trying to lace her taste into my memory. I want it everywhere so that it doesn't leave me and nowhere so that I can find it all over again.

There's a buzzing in the background demanding my attention. I try to ignore it but it persists in getting louder and louder until I am forced to open my eyes.

Twenty minutes after five.

The red numbers on my alarm clock bear the weight of my irritated stare as the memories from last night fade and the straining rays of sunrise fall through my window. Addison's warm leg rubs against mine and the reality of that is better than last night's dreams.

"You have to get up now." I say. For some reason I find it necessary to cross over her body in order to get out of bed.

"What? What time is it?" she asks barely opening her eyes. Her arms circling around my waist stops my progress. Her lips kissing my collarbone stop my breath.

"It's five-twenty and I have pre-rounds." I manage. "And you have to leave before they see you."

"Oh come on," she says while her fingers slip into my hair and pull me in for a kiss whose sole purpose is the promise of more. "Just let them see me."

"No," I say against her lips and she smiles because we both know I don't mean it.

It's the end of a long day that started almost perfectly but took a detour somewhere along the way. I study my reflection in my bedroom mirror. My gaze travels from my lips, to my nose, to my eyes. I linger on my eyes looking for any hint of change. They're still bluish-green with flecks of gold. Maybe they're a little drawn and weary but two hours of sleep and a day filled with exposed secrets and karmic, "putrid goo" being splashed on my face can do that.

Everybody knows about Addison and me... everybody that counts anyway. Izzie looked at me like I stole something from her and then fed me chocolate cake. I haven't seen George yet, but he'll probably just look at the ground and mumble something incoherent.

Everybody knows and a large part of me doesn't care. And no matter what Izzie and her baked goods say, it's not because I'm falling for Addison. It's just because I'm happy. Tequila makes me happy and I'm not in love with Jose Cuérvo. Okay, that's a bad analogy, but the point is that I'm not falling for Addison.

I walk to the bed and begin turning the sheets down as the object of my thoughts and reason for last nights sleep deprivation walks in from the bathroom. She's wearing a simple white tank top and blue pajama pants. Her hair falls in loose, silky strands around her shoulders.

"Maybe we could just . . ." Addison starts tiredly.

"Sleep?" I finish.

"Yeah," she says with a sheepish smile. She looks tired and cute and sexy and it takes me a moment to realize the strain my cheeks are experiencing is due to the big smile I'm sporting.

"Absolutely," I agree as we slip under the covers. I turn off the lights and lay my head back against my pillow.

The bed shifts a bit as Addison lays her arm across my stomach and lazily covers my leg with her own. She places a soft kiss on my chin and another on my neck. "Goodnight," she whispers, her breath tickling my skin

"Goodnight," I whisper back. The moonlight streams through my bedroom window and dances on my wall as I close my eyes. Contentment rolls through my veins and relaxes my body. I feel better than I have in a long time, but it's not because I'm in love... it's just that Addison makes me happy.

The End

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