Title: The Other Woman
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a short drabble. Addison thinks about Noah.
Pairing: Addison/Noah
Word Count: 366
Disclaimer: Not mine, Shonda's.
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After everything that's happened you can't be the other woman. You just can't, you don't do cheating anymore. You're not even the one with someone and yet it still feels like cheating because she's your patient. She's your patient but before yesterday you didn't even know his name let alone the fact that he was married. You just don't know what to do anymore. Noah tells you to stop thinking and just be honest.
You can't though.
You can't stop thinking and you can't be honest because being honest turns you into the other woman. He also tells you to not feel bad but you can't help it. You thought you had left all the cheating and lying back in Seattle. That was before Noah arrived. Now everything's complicated and messy and you can't see a way out of it.
It would be so much easier if you didn't have feelings for him, but you do and there not the sort of feelings that you can just turn off. You wish you could go back in time, to a time when you didn't know his name, or knew that he was married and you would tell yourself not to fall for him.
You've fallen, and when you fall you fall hard.
When he turns up at your door, drenched from the evenings rain you finally give into the urges that you've been repressing for so long.
When you kiss him back it's like someone has lit you up from the inside and it isn't until your rational mind resurfaces when you feel that you can push him away. It's hard to do but you know you have to. It's electric and you have to close the door as soon as your hands leave his because if you carried on touching him you would lose control of the situation.
It's already gone far enough and as you lie awake that night you can still feel his hands and lips on yours. You're torn between hating and loving the feel of him on you. You love it because you need him, and you hate it because it's right there in that moment that you became the other woman.