Title: Crave
Author: Half-Human
Summary: Addie has a crave-(one shot)
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its wonderful characters belong to the genius Shonda Rhimes and everyone who's helped put this drama together.
Author's Note: This is another strange fic. please read/review.

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Addie sat slouched over her hotel-room desk, with her guest by her side. She never thought she'd need him so much. He just sat there, beckoning her, screaming: "you know you want me." And Addie gave in; she gave into his alluring call-his sent, his pleasurable sting, his hot taste- and allowed him to take her to places where she'd forget everything that caused her pain. No fighting, no shouting, no lies, no betrayals--nothing. They were all gone when she was under his spell.

Whenever she was with her newfound lover, she didn't care about anything but the escape he brought her. She'd forget about her failed marriage, her conflicting feelings toward certain people, and her overall dissatisfaction with everything. Addison forgot about all of it, and she didn't even give a damn.

After an encounter with her lover she relaxed herself and felt pangs of euphoria spur within her. Her day had been stressful. She had to perform a complicated c-section, had to write several reports, and she had to work with Derek. She sighed and shook her head vigorously. She didn't want to think of Derek. It was then that she sought her lover once more; he'd help her. She wanted him and wanted to be brought to the blissful high he helped her reach. She turned to him, but something was wrong.

He was gone.

She craved for him to be with her, to be within her. She fidgeted and searched her small room, hoping he was hiding somewhere, toying with her. No luck. Her breathing grew irregular, her face reddened, and she felt a small pain develop in her chest--her memories, her worries of the day were coming back. Her insatiable desire for him was getting worse.

She searched for a total two and half minutes before she reached for the phone, determined to resolve her problem.

'Room service,' the woman answered on the other end of the line.

"Yes," Addison croaked while massaging her temple with two fingers. "Please. Send up another bottle of vodka." There, it was done. Soon she'd find herself with her companion once again, her .78 liter-bottle of vodka, the one who'd put her in a trance, let her escape all the bullshit of the day, and leave her mesmerized--physically and emotionally numb. She gave a sigh of relief, because she knew that despite her crappy day at the hospital, when her lover arrived, she'd be ok.

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A/N: kk, Ive been writing strange things because i start procrastinating around 1-2 am in the morning when i'm "doing hwk." yeah, so plz r/r-- let my procrastination count for something ;p

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ADDIE ROCKS !!
woot woot!

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