Not One To Pry 1/5
You sit on the edge of the bed staring curiously at the diary in your hand. You're not one to pry but- ok so you totally are. You broke into Derek's trailer to seduce him; you're entitled to read his diary then, aren't you?
You smirk a little at the thought of Derek coming home every night and writing in this little book. He could be such a girl sometimes. But that's to be expected with four sisters and no father.
So you open the diary and look at a random entry.
It happened again. Last night. It was supposed to be a one night thing. A random anger and alcohol induced thing. To see what he saw in her. It wasn't supposed to happen again.
This isn't Derek's hand writing. And it definitely doesn't sound like something he would write.
Realisation hits. It must be Addison's diary.
You laugh out loud; of all the things to leave in your ex-husbands bedroom, Addison Montgomery leaves her diary. And without really thinking you close the book, get up and leave Derek's trailer, making your way home so you can read your not-quite-boyfriend's ex-wife's diary.
Nope, you're not one to pry at all.
At home you got comfortable in your bed, a bottle of beer on the bedside table and your blankets up to your waist as you rest against your pillows with the diary resting on your propped up knees.
You flick to the entry you had started to read at the trailer.
It happened again. Last night. It was supposed to be a one night thing. A random anger and alcohol induced thing. To see what he saw in her. It wasn't supposed to happen again. It can't be a one time thing if it happens twice.
You frown and turn back a page.
I came in my sleep tonight.
Eww. You make a face. Maybe this prying thing isn't such a good idea….
I woke myself up and Derek was lying there smirking at me. God, like I would dream of the shit sex he's been giving me. It seems like years since being married to Derek has been satisfying, in any sense of the word. I can't believe Grey would want that. The horrible bumps of lips, no effort in a kiss just an open mouth bump. And the slow thrusts! Which, to be fair, were great when we made love, but God Derek I want an orgasm not a conjoined twin. An orgasm so great I feel it for the whole day. I high that not even surgery can top. Something so spine tingling and mind blowing that I wake from the sexiest thing that's ever happened to me.
This is where Grey comes in.
Your eyes fly wide open, and you read on.
Last night I came in my sleep so hard I think I actually forgot my name. But I did not forget hers. Meredith Grey, good God, what an excellent name to come to. To whisper it, to breathe it, I don't know how she listens to it all day without coming. Luckily though, for my actual peak I yelled to God, so Derek of course has no idea my fantasy was of his ex mistress.
This is insane. Very hot, but insane. And it won't happen again. I won't let it. I couldn't look at her today, or even hear her name without getting turned on and wet. Even now I'm itching to lie back in this empty bed with my hand between my legs, micking the motions of her hands in last night's dream.
Actually… I think I'll do that.
The entry ends. You quickly turn the page.
It happened again. Blah blablah blah blah. It can't be a one time thing if it happens twice. It was different this time though.
The other night was just her fucking me in an on call room. It was godly and her fingers did things that I seriously doubt can be done in real life. But last night however… Last night was different.
We were in a house. Our house. In our bedroom. She was wearing lingerie. Lingerie that made me wet just by looking. And I went to her and I pushed her onto the bed and I kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth and she tasted of coffee and… I don't know. Something I can't place. But that doesn't matter because then she was naked. And I took her breast in my mouth and I teased it. I licked it and sucked it and kissed it, and with my hand I squeezed and caressed the other one.
I kissed and licked down her flat stomach, and then I dipped my head and ...well I put my knowledge of the female anatomy to good use. And as I heard her cry out my name and moan and squirm, I came too. Because I was her, I was Meredith and she was me. And then we were ourselves again, and I climbed up Meredith's glorious body and I kissed her softly. And I woke up to the horrible stench of Derek's morning breath on my face.
We had sex, or rather Derek gave me head. With his stubble it hurt, scratched and itched. Meredith was so much better at it then him.
You shut the book with a snap. You can't read more it's too… too much information. Way too much information.
You don't really sleep that night.
The next day at work you notice Addison a lot more then you should. You see how Addison's face flushes slightly pink when someone speaks about you. You notice her dark eyes trailing you along hallways. You also notice that Addison seems to zone out when you speak, choosing to stare at your lips rather than listen, something you find incredibly annoying as (typically) you're on Addison's service today.
You start reading Addison's diary more. A lot more. As in every night more. On almost every page is a recount of a dream. A very detailed recount of very dirty dreams. Dreams you've started to have as well.
You realise one day, a few weeks after finding the diary, you've stopped trying to pursue Derek. He dumped you after all. And besides you don't need a boyfriend when you have Addison in your dreams every night.
"What!?"
Oh shit, did you say that out loud?
"Huh?"
"You… You have a thing for the She-Shepherd?!" Exclaims Izzie,
That would be a yes.
"Well…"
"Oh my God." Izzie stares at you, "Seriously?"
"Uhh…"
"You really do. You really have a thing for Montgomery?"
"Well…"
"I can't believe I've been prancing around in my underwear in front of a lesbian!"
"I'm not a lesbian!" You snap,
"Well obviously Mer, you're dreams say otherwise."
You glare at her, "Shut up."
The two of you pause and George walks into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of juice, he starts to drink when Izzie decides to say, "You seriously want to have sex with Addison?" George snorts and spits juice every where,
"Izzie!"
"What? You're the one who randomly came out with it."
"You and Montgomery?!" Splutters George,
"There is nothing going on!"
"You just told me you dream of her every night."
"Izzie!"
Izzie smirks, "Meredith has a girl crush."
"Izzie!" You yelled, "That is so not for you to assume, or say… And you're totally right, oh my God how did this happen?" Your head flops down and hits the table is resignation, "Ow."
Izzie giggles, "Addison and Meredith sittin' in a tree." She sings,
"Shut up."
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Izzie!"
"First comes love,"
"Izzie I swear to God I will kill you."
Izzie pouts, "Spoil sport."
You sit up and glare at her, she just laughs, "What?"
She points, "You have a bruise forming on you head."
"Of course I do." You groan and get up, getting ready for your day.
Half an hour later you're sitting in the intern locker room pulling your scrub top over what you now know to be Addison's favourite lilac long sleeved top as you try to ignore Izzie's smirk.
"So what are you going to do about the girl crush? You going to ask her out?"
"Izzie!" You and George both yell out,
Cristina laughs, "Last time Bambi had a crush Evil-Spawn gave him syph."
"Hay, Olivia gave him syph." Alex says,
"And who gave it to Olivia?" Cristina asks with a smirk,
"Shut up, Crack Whore."
Izzie rolls her eyes, "So anyway, you going to ask her out?"
You glare at her and stand up as Bailey walks into the locker room, "Assignments," She says in her booming voice, "Yang, you're with Dr. Burke. Izzie you're still on Mr. Davidson's case with Dr. Shepherd. Karev you're in the pit."
"What?!"
Bailey glares at him, "You heard me Karev. O'Malley you are with me today, and Grey, Dr. Montgomery has requested you."
Izzie grins madly at you and starts to laugh; you glare at her like your eyes have the sudden power to incinerate her.
"Is something amusing you, Dr. Stevens?" Bailey asks coolly,
Izzie bites back her laugh and looks sheepishly at Bailey, "Uh, no, sorry Dr. Bailey."
"Good." Bailey gives us all a look, "Go!"
You and all the others run off except for George, who is looking scared at the prospect of being on Bailey's service all day. You sigh, you wouldn't mind being with the Nazi instead of Addison, especially since you just know Izzie will tell Cristina about your accidental admission and Cristina will either yell about it way to loudly, or a nurse will over hear, or maybe even Alex will hear about it and then he'll torture you with the information for the rest of your life.
What ever way this goes, the whole hospital is destined to know by the end of the day that you fucked Shepherd and Montgomery at the same time. Which obviously never happened and never will happen, but these things have a way of twisting themselves into unreasonable claims of mistressery, adultery, or favouritism in this hospital.
You find Addison as go around a corner and walk straight into her, knocking both of you to the floor. You're on top of her, it takes a second to realise this but when you do you jump up immediately and apologise, holding out a hand to help her up.
She looks a bit flushed, you like it.
"…so sorry, and-" You're still rambling out apologies to her, she holds up a hand to cut you off,
"It's fine Grey. Don't worry." You nod and she frowns, "You have a bruise on your forehead."
"Would you believe me if I tell you I walked into a door?"
"Not normally," she says as she brushes her clothing gently with her hands, "But I might after today."
You smile slightly, "I uhh, hit my head on my breakfast table."
She gives you a strange look but seems to accept it, and the two of you walk off together, she hands you your patient's chart.
At around 9am George tells you he threatened to call Izzie's mother if she told anyone about this morning.
"It didn't work at first, I actually called, but she grabbed my phone before it picked up." He says, "I was gonna say Izzie really needed her, because of Denny you know?"
"Thanks George." You smile, "I owe you."
He gets a joking grin on his face, "Well in that case, you could, I dunno, make out with her in front of me."
You know he's not serious but you still give him a small glare, "Not funny."
He holds his hands up defensively, "What, all I'm saying is Montgomery is McHot and well…"
"Stop now George, before I call your mother and tell her you broke the iron and we have no time to buy a new one."
"Should I be worried or offended?"
You just smile and walk away.
You don't have time for lunch; you have a surgery scheduled, so Addison suggested the two of you ate at the cafeteria early. And together. It would be fine, but the cafeteria workers are just as gossipy as the nurses and when they see you sit with Addison you think their heads may explode.
But still you do it anyway. Addison has been very good today, controlling her focus so she actually paid attention to you and praised you on your knowledge of the cases. But right now, as you're eating a piece of apple from your fruit salad you can see her eyes darkening and watching.
You sigh slightly, but continue to eat like Addison Montgomery isn't staring at you like you're the most delicious thing she's ever seen. Mainly because you may jump her.
You finish your fruit salad rather quickly and excuse yourself as soon as you can, within ten minutes you're in an empty and locked on call room, one hand down your scrub pants, the other holding you up as your fingers make your hips buck violently. In your mind all you see is her staring at you while you ate your early lunch; you bite down on your lip hard to stop yourself screaming her name as you come.
Your pager goes off and you swear, remembering you still have surgery and you need to prep your patient. As you rush through the halls you try not to think about your soaked panties or the next few hours you'll have in the OR with the woman you almost fucked in the cafeteria. Your patient is sitting in her bed looking nervous and you smile reassuringly at her, or you hope you do because she seems a bit more freaked out by it.
"You have blood on your mouth." She says,
You raise you hand and wipe your sleeve over you mouth and indeed when you lower it the lilac is red with your blood. Your lip is bleeding, excellent.
"I have to stop chewing my lips." You say, and your patient nods, "Anyway, time to prep you for surgery."
She looks terrified, like you're a vampire. Or Dr. Acula from Scrubs.
You sigh and prep her for her surgury, which is a success, and somehow you managed to stand so close to Addison you could smell her, and not even think about the possibility of pushing her onto that surgical table and kissing her like it would save the universe.
to be continued