Green Dress

It was a Christmas party. Chief Webber decided a party for Christmas would boost morale or repair relations or something along those lines.

Alex almost choked on his egg nog when Addison entered.

She was dressed to impress in a deep green dress with a neckline that showed the perfect amount of cleavage without seeming too slutty. The skirt was flowing and it swished slightly when she walked.

Alex noticed that his eyes weren't the only ones on her. Every eye was on her, it seemed, but Mark's and Derek's were the most noticeable. Mark was practically salivating, and Derek was gulping down the heavily spiked egg nog and holding onto the wall like it was a life line.

Alex saw the momentary uncertainty cross Addison's face before determination took over. She lifted her chin a fraction of an inch, threw her shoulders back, and stalked across the room like she owned the place.

Alex silently passed her his egg nog when she moved to stand beside him, her back to the room. She took a healthy swig. "Are they still watching me?" she asked quietly.

"Yep," Alex nodded. "If you didn't want to be watched, you probably shouldn't have worn that dress."

Addison gave him his empty cup with a wicked smile. "What makes you think I don't want to be watched?"

Alex barked out a laugh, his eyes trailing down her body as she walked away. She was obviously avoiding Derek and Mark, walking the other way when she saw them starting toward her.

Addison stopped and talked to Bailey and her husband before making her way around the room. She made small talk with anyone and everyone. She was friendly and social and actually seemed to actually listen when people talked.

By the time she made it back to Alex, she was flushed and her eyes were shining. "Having fun?" Alex asked.

Addison nodded. "It reminds me of New York," she admitted. "It wasn't as fun there since we did it pretty much all the time, but..." She shrugged with a slight smile.

"You know," Alex said thoughtfully, "that dress looks really great on you."

Addison gave him a heart-stopping smile. "Thanks."

"To tell you the truth, I'm surprised you came." Alex passed her a cup of egg nog before picking up his own and taking a sip.

"What do you mean?" Addison asked. She took a sip of the egg nog and started coughing and wheezing.

Alex patted her exposed back. "You okay?" he asked. His mouth twitched slightly and his eyes showed his obvious amusement.

"Have a little egg nog with your rum," she sputtered.

Alex struggled to control his amusement, but he grinned. "Mine's pure egg nog." He offered it to her. "I just thought you looked like you needed a little extra...courage."

Addison didn't know whether to be touched that he'd noticed or offended that he thought she needed alcohol to make it through the night. "Thank you," she finally said, taking another hesitant sip of her own alcoholic holiday drink.

Alex smirked. "What I meant was...you haven't exactly been Satan-y."

"I'm sorry I haven't been living up to the name," Addison deadpanned.

Alex shrugged unapologetically. "You are hot. When you're sad, you're just...sad and that's really..."

"Sad?" Addison suggested.

Alex nodded. "And then the dress. Oh, the dress."

"I'm not meat, Karev," Addison said. "Don't drool on the shoes."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Green is a good color on you. That's all I'm saying."

Addison thought he'd been trying to say a lot more than that, but she didn't voice her opinion. "Well, I decided I wasn't going to be that girl anymore and I'm being Christmas-y while I'm at it. It's win-win."

"What girl?" Alex asked in confusion.

"The girl that skips Christmas parties to avoid her exes," she explained. "I'm going to be the girl that makes them wish they had never even looked at another woman."

"If it's any consolation," Alex said, his eyes showing his desire, "they are stupid, stupid men for letting you go."

Addison laughed, but the intensity of Alex's eyes told her he was serious. Her breath left her and her smile faded. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, and she inhaled sharply. She started to feel a little light headed and turned away. Addison put down her glass and decided she had had enough alcohol.

"Well," she said lightly, "I think I'm going to get out of here."

Alex stood still and watched her walk out, mentally counted to thirty, and followed her. He caught up to her just as she was about to get into her car. "Addison."

Addison froze at the sound of his voice. Her back was to him, but she could hear him moving closer.

Alex noticed her breathing become more shallow as he moved closer. "Addison," he said, his voice softer.

Addison slowly, almost against her will, turned around. In her heels, she was about two inches taller than Alex.

It didn't take much for Alex to lean up and press his lips to hers. There was a brief second of doubt, when he thought she was going to push him away and slap him, but her lips started moving hesitantly against his and he knew he was safe.

Addison wasn't sure what she was doing, but she felt completely intoxicated even though she hadn't had that much to drink. When Alex moved closer, effectively pinning her against her own car, she moaned in protest. "Wait," she said breathlessly.

Alex froze, his hand tangled in her long tresses. "What's wrong?"

"I--we--We're in front of the hospital. Anyone could come out," Addison said hesitantly.

Alex sighed in relief and kissed her jaw, chin, lower lip, before kissing her fully on the lips. "Do you want to take this somewhere a little more...private?"

Addison nodded.

That night, along with lacy red panties and bra, the beautiful green dress was laying on the floor while its owner had a very Merry Christmas.

A/N: So, I'm writing again...just not on any of my ongoing fics. I'm working on one-shots and stuff because...I have writers block. Besides that, it's the holidays and I want to write holiday stuff. I wrote this for the Holiday Flashficathon at LJ and decided I was in a sharing mood. Not that I'm not always...but I'm on review withdrawal due to my writer's block.