Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own a single one of the Greys anatomy characters, SADLY.
The real Grey's Anatomy belong to Shonda,
So, here it is. My first fic. It's a AU. MerDer and MATURE!!!
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Derek Shepherd stood frozen in the hallway of his fiancée's house. His skin prickled with some unsettling emotion. It wasn't really anger or grief. It sure as hell wasn't jealousy.
If Derek hadn't known better, he might have sworn it was . . . relief. He shook his head at the thought. No, he'd wanted to marry Addison. He'd accepted it as his fate and even viewed it as part of a grand plan for the future. Not really his grand plan. But rather their family's grand plan.
Derek and Addison grew up together. Derek liked Addison, respected her and her parents, and his mother adored her. Almost from the time he'd met Addison, everyone had assumed they'd eventually marry. In one month, they would have…
But now . . .
Derek moved toward the obvious sounds of soft moans, low encouragement, and rustling sheets. He wasn't in any particular hurry, because he already knew what he'd find
He was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Oh, Addison was in bed all right, doing exactly what he'd suspected she was doing: having very passionate sex, when all he ever got from her was perfunctory attendance. It was her partner who was so unexpected.
Not that it really mattered.
Derek's eyes narrowed as Addison gave a particularly ardent moan and bowed her slender body in a violent climax. He watched, unmoved.
Faced with such a bizarre circumstance, Derek pondered what to do, and settled on propping one shoulder on the door frame, crossing his arms, and waiting. Surely he'd be noticed soon enough, and at the moment, his territorial nature rejected the idea of offering them privacy. After all, Addison was his fiancée—or rather, she had been.
That had all changed now.
Her skin dewy from exertion, her eyes dazed and soft in a way Derek had never experienced, Addison leaned back and sighed. "Oh God, that was incredible."
"Mmm," came the husky, satisfied reply. "I can give you more."
Looking scandalized and anxious, Addison purred, "Yes?" and came up on one elbow to smile at her lover.
That's when she noticed Derek.
Addison's face paled and her kiss-swollen lips opened in a shocked, horrified oh.
Her lover, with his dark eyes glittering and bold, lounged back in antagonistic silence.
Amazingly enough, Addison snatched up the sheet to conceal her body . . . from Derek.
Derek shook his head in disgust—most of it self-directed. He'd been a royal fool. He'd treated her gently, with deference, with patience. And she'd cheated on him.
"Don't faint, Addison. I'm not going to cause a scene." Derek didn't even bother to glance at the other man—there was no challenge there.
Instead, Derek lent all his attention to the woman he'd expected to be his wife. "Under the circumstances, I'm sure you'll agree the wedding is off."
Addison gasped in panic. Having said his piece, Derek turned on his heel to stalk away. He was aware of the race of his pulse, the pounding of determination that surged in his blood. It wouldn't be pleasant, ending elaborate plans already in progress. Addison's parents, Marta and John, had gone all out on preparations for the celebration. They'd rented an enormous hall and purchased a wedding gown that had cost more than many houses and guests were invited from around the country
His mother . . . God, Derek didn't even want to think about Mary's reaction. She fancied herself a leader of the community, and she was tight with Marta and John, treating them like relatives as well as her dearest friends. In many ways, she already thought of Addison as her own.
Derek bounded down the spiralling carpeted stairs two at a time, anxious to get away from the house so his mind could quit churning and settle on a course of action. He'd learned at an early age, while being shuffled from one foster home to another, to make cool, calculated decisions and then to analyze the repercussions so that nothing could ever again take him by surprise.
This time, he had few choices, so his decisions were easy. He wouldn't marry Addison now, but at the same time, he hated to disappoint his mother.
He'd just started to pull the front door open when a small hand grabbed his upper arm. "Derek!"
Damn. He'd really hoped to avoid this confrontation. He sighed and turned.
Addison stared up at him with wet eyes and a trembling mouth. Her fair skin blanched whiter than usual, with none of the rosy glow he'd grown used to. She wore only a hastily tied robe that emphasized the swells and hollows of her body—a body he'd once thought very sexy. Her long red hair was becomingly tousled and as Derek watched, she released him and ran a shaking hand over her forehead.
Her shoulders slumped and she looked down at her bare feet. "I'm sorry."
A cynical smile curled Derek's mouth. He could just imagine how sorry Addison felt right now. How could he ever have considered making her his wife? "Sorry you were caught?"
She clasped her hands together, "There's more than just our wedding at stake, Derek, you know that. My parents ..." She shuddered. "Oh God, I can't imagine how they'll react. Everyone has been planning for us to marry for so long."
Derek snorted. "Your folks accepted me, Addison, mostly out of respect for my mother. I doubt they'll be broken-hearted not to have me in the family. There're plenty of other guys they'd rather you marry and we both know it."
"They love Mary." Addison looked at him, her expression fierce. "I love Mary."
At least that much was true, Derek decided. "Yeah, my mother loves you, too. She dotes on you, and I doubt that'll change."
Addison swallowed hard. "This will kill her."
The laugh took him by surprise. "Kill my mother ? She'll outlive us all."
"Derek, please, don't do this."
"This?"
Big tears ran down her cheeks and she quivered all over, truly beside herself, pleading. Why the hell did women always resort to tears to get their way?
"Please don't ruin me. Don't ruin my family. I can't bear the thought of everyone—"
Realization dawned, and with it, a heavy dose of disgust. Didn't Addison know him at all?
Derek looked at her sad, panicked eyes and accepted that no, she didn't. She'd have married him, but she didn't really know him.
Just as she'd never really wanted him.
He said, "Hey," very softly, and watched her try to gather herself. Any second now he'd have a hysterical woman on his hands.
Looking at it from her perspective, now knowing what she expected of him, Derek could understand why.
Feeling a surge of compassion, Derek took her delicate hands in his. "Listen to me, Addison. The wedding is off; there's no changing that. But why we ended it is no one's business but our own, all right?"
Her mouth opened and she gulped air. She wiped her eyes on her shoulder, sniffed loudly. "You mean that? You really mean that?"
Hell, he was used to worse hardships than censure. Addison had led a pampered life protected from ugliness, never forced to face the harsh realities life often dealt.
Derek had learned to survive almost as a toddler. He could shoulder the heat much more easily than she. "Yeah, why not?" Then he added, "I'll break the news to everyone if you want."
She pulled her hands free and searched in her pocket for a tissue. "I don't believe you." A shaky laugh trickled out. "You're too damn good, Derek Shepherd."
Now there was a joke. "No, I just don't relish being humiliated either."
Rather than make her laugh, she covered her face and sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"We were obviously never meant to marry, Addie, you know that." It was Derek's turn to glance up the stairs, but her lover wisely stayed out of his sight. Derek shook his head, still bemused by her choice. "Your secret is safe with me."
She threw herself into his arms, leaving him to awkwardly deal with her gratitude. Derek wanted only to escape. Even at the best of times, he'd never totally felt at ease with Addison. She was too refined, too polished and proper—the opposite of him.
Derek set her aside and said, "Maybe you should think about a quick trip, until you have time to figure out what you want to say. I'll wait to tell Mary until tomorrow, to give you time to get away."
She managed a pathetic smile. "Thank you, Derek. Really."
Addison had just saved him from making a horrible mistake. Though he felt like thanking her right back, Derek merely nodded and walked out. For more than the obvious reason waiting upstairs, tying himself to Addison would have been a disaster.
For one thing, he didn't love her. If he had, he wouldn't be so easy right now. He should have realized that sooner!
As he went down the walk, he felt the sun on his face, the chill of a late spring breeze, the freshness of the day—but he didn't feel hurt or heartsick. He felt no real sense of loss.
For another thing, sex with Addison had offered no more than base physical release. She'd never blown his mind, never burned him up. During their engagement, he'd been faithful, and he'd made do with the few quick, passionless screws he'd gotten from her.
But God, he missed the burning satisfaction of hot, sweaty, grinding sex. He missed the bite of a woman's nails, her teeth, when she felt too much pleasure to be gentle. He missed the clasp of sleek thighs wrapped around his waist and the softer, hungrier clasp of a woman's body on his cock. He missed the throaty, raw groans during a woman's climax.
He missed the wetness.
Addison had been a lady through and through, even while under him. Ha! He was a blind fool. A lucky blind fool, because now he was free.
It wouldn't be easy, but he'd deal with the families and the gossip sure to arise—and then he'd find himself a wild woman, a woman who matched him in every way. He'd ride her hard until he'd worked off every ounce of tension. Then he'd be the one to leave her.
Derek's last thought as he drove away from his ex-fiancée's house was that he could hardly wait.
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No fear! Meredith will be in the next chapter