Stepping out of the sunlight and into Joe's, Addison's eyes beeline to the muscular brunette with the sullen appearance sitting in the corner of bar nursing a stiff one, she paused raked her fire-like hair before straightening her black pencil skirt and shifting her silk cream blouse into order. The last time she saw Karev he made it clear he wasn't interested in anything, not even sex, so why was she still nervous with hope, optimism that time would make him understand what he missed. Hell, she thought I'm a fucking catch. Then again three men did reject me for what, weak half-broken women like Meredith Grey, Jane Doe? She thought Walk away, but her legs sauntered towards Karev her hair flounced like her hips.

She smacked her clutch down, commanding attention. She carefully flattened her skirt and crossed her legs before looking up, his light brown eyes boring down on her until she met his glare, although the scowl never departed. She cocked her head sideways and as her eyes met his she awards him with the half grin that made his chest fill with jitters.

"Karev"

"Montgomery," taking a sip "to what do I owe this pleasure"

"A drink, please," she waved at thJo." Apple martini."

"So, you're back?" Joe sat the drink down nodding hello to Addison and she smiled back.

"Thought I'd come and visit."

"Yeah," he grimaced.

"Yeah," sipping on her drink.

"Good."
"You know Karev," smirking revealing devilish intent, "I'm surprised you would say that's good since the last time we talked you told me, and I quote, "you're not my girlfriend no offence I'm really busy," She wanted answers, how could something so good turn sour so fast, one minute we were hooking up in the on-call room and the next he's telling me to get lost. "you completely blew me off."

"Uh…I didn't—" he protested but was interrupted.

"Bullshit Karev that was a dick move, and you know, I did nothing to you," she shouted growled anger tinting her face, the pain of rejecting slipping out of her like shit from an asshole.

"You were shopping for a husband!"

"I never asked you to be my husband I asked you for a drink," her fist slamming on the table glass in hand. Blood dripped from her hand between her thumb and forefinger. "shit looks what you did."

Karev slid some napkins from the dispenser without saying anything and cleaned her wound and assessed the damage, a minor cut, nothing that would scar her delicate hands that saved infants and trail across his face leaving trails of fire and ice+. She let him hold hand and gently applying pressure, even when the bleeding had stopped.

"I heard you talking to Torres about wanting a husband someone who can barbeque and play catch with little Johnnie, and that ain't me." He took a breath.

How did he hear that? But the surprised faded shortly, gossip spreads like STDS in a strip club, "I didn't mean for you to hear that and I don't expect you to father my children Karev," she tilted her head back in distress, "I just want someone decent, and Alex you are decent."

Alex looked at her hair covering one of her green eyes, before he knew it his hand swept her bangs and tucked it between her ear, and without hesitation or second thoughts he did what he wanted regardless of worry, of setting expectations he wouldn't be able to fill, expectations he had no intention of establishing, and he kissed her passionately and without regret.