IF
'If' is a wonderful word. A number of relatively independent pieces regarding the major 'if's in the history of Maddison. Some smutty, some fluffy, some angsty.
Limited spoilers for their entire story.
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Rated M.
If she'd let Mark try something in med school
She was tired, and she was fed up, that night. Archer had been lighting fuses in the Montgomery household again when she'd been home for the weekend, and after promising he'd be home for dinner, the Captain hadn't turned up until the early hours of the morning, stating he'd been 'working'. She hadn't even asked what his new secretary was called, she'd been part of this story her whole life.
So, when she'd finally escaped and gotten back to her flat, she'd decided to cut her losses and put her best shoes on and go out for a drink. She didn't do it enough; she figured she wasn't doing the student thing quite right. Sometimes maybe she ought to think more about being herself, not about being a Montgomery. Because for all they talked, they weren't in such a good place, Bizzy, the Captain and even her brother. She wasn't sure being a Montgomery was all she'd been promised.
She sunk into a seat opposite the bar, flashing a smile at the barman, who raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly – she wasn't a regular, and she didn't look quite right for your normal student. The jewellery on her wrist, around her neck and in her ears looked like it was worth more than he earned in a year, you couldn't deny that coat looked expensive and as for the shoes she was wearing… But he returned her dazzling smile after a few seconds of surprise, and asked what her poison was.
That night was the night Addison started drinking vodka, and from that moment on it was her vice.
A pair of men turned up minutes later, and everything shifted.
She was only really looking at one of them, the one in front, the one with the dangerous eyes, dark and fiery, the half-smile that somehow managed to set her heart racing, and that smell… there was something slightly spicy about the man who was leaning on the bar next to her, offering to buy her another vodka cranberry, his eyes darting between her eyes and her neckline, but without shame, almost as if he couldn't care less what she thought.
There was another guy behind him, darker haired and smiling slightly nervously, but she didn't have time to even think about him in that moment. Breathing was getting even harder, her breaths were getting shallower by the second, and she hadn't had enough to drink (yet) so she was making polite conversation – she can't remember what about – and smiling demurely as she accepted her second drink.
And then her third, and then her fourth, and then everything started blurring.
She wasn't sure when it happened, but all of a sudden the guy with the dark, lusty eyes wasn't beside her anymore, and the slightly nervous looking silent friend was giving her a slightly nervous smile.
"Mark won't be long. He's gone out for a cigarette. He's always quick."
She still doesn't know why she did what she did next, but she found herself sliding off her bar stool, almost as if it was out of her own control, and giving Mark's dark haired friend a smile.
"I need some air." She breathed, hardly believing herself. "I won't be long."
The man with the dark eyes was stood out the back, between the dumpsters, a cigarette smoking between his fingers. He looked up when she tottered out the back door, but he didn't say anything.
That infuriated her. She was slightly drunk, she'd followed him out there – which in her book was more than enough of a hint that she wanted something to happen – she couldn't read his eyes, and he wasn't giving her anything. She gave a slightly exasperated sigh, and leant against the dumpster, about a metre away from him.
"Hey, Red. Cigarette?" he held the packet out to her, lid askew. She shook her head.
His voice, as well. She still couldn't breathe.
"You at school?" she asked, her voice sounding not quite like her own.
He gave her a mildly infuriating smile. "Third year medicine. You?"
"Second year." She threw what she hoped was an equally infuriating smile back.
"I've not seen you around here before." He whispered, stubbing out the cigarette and moving closer, until she had that smell surrounding her again. "You're a different type, though, aren't you? You seem like a different type…"
"Not tonight." She shook her head, and took a slightly staggering step towards him. "Not tonight."
She still isn't sure which one of them gave the first push, which one of them leant all the way in at the last moment, but all of a sudden there were hot lips on hers and she was drowning. And then his hands were everywhere and he was pushing her back up against the wall, between the dumpsters, mouth suddenly travelling down her throat, his sinful tongue caressing her skin.
And there were fingers everywhere and before she knew it she wasn't wearing all her items of clothing anymore and her own hands were finding their way to his belt buckle, his obvious arousal suddenly in her hands, and he was choking against her collarbone. It gave her a great deal of satisfaction; from the sound of his choking breaths she was doing to him something somewhat like what he was doing to her.
His fingers were sliding between her legs, then; her lace knickers were long gone; they were suddenly slipping between her wet folds, and she was moaning, her head making gentle contact with the brick wall behind her.
She was pinned to the back wall of a bar, in the middle of the night, one of her legs around his hips, her hands down the front of his trousers.
God, Bizzy would be horrified.
And then he was lifting her right up, his other hand leaving her breast, his mouth finding its way back to hers again, however messily it travelled up her throat.
Before she could even think, he was at her entrance, and inside her, sending a spark through her entire body that threatened to never let her be quite the same person ever again. She kept letting her mouth dance against his as they started moving in rhythm, rocking against each other, gently at first, before the pressure started building, it was all suddenly more demanding, faster, and she couldn't even think anymore, she was so close.
She came seconds before he did, clamping her teeth down on his bottom lip, shocking him and pushing him over the edge immediately afterwards. She trailed her lips down and across his throat as he caught his breath, and he brought his lips to hers again as he slid out of her, unhooking his hands carefully from her hair. She mussed it down a little, but she knew there was no way she was going to look presentable, heading back through the bar, so she gave him a small, slightly nervous smile and he raised one eyebrow.
"Addison, right?" he asked, and it still sounded dark, it still got her heart going.
She nodded, stepping her right leg back into her underwear, an unavoidable blush creeping across her cheeks.
"You wanna come back to my place?"
And because she was being reckless that evening, she'd just done something that people like her absolutely did not do, and because his eyes and his voice and his smell were still adding an increasing warmth below her belly, she said yes.
That was the start of everything.
As it was, she was tired, and she was fed up, but she was a Montgomery. She wasn't ever going to be one of those people who had what was probably going to be only a one-night stand out the back by the dumpsters, so she'd looked at Mark with ice in her eyes, and shot him down until he'd moved onto the blonde a few seats along the bar, with numerous empty glasses in front of her and tears in her eyes. (The blonde would later turn out to be Savvy, and her hideous entanglement with Mark by the dumpsters on the night of a messy break up would never be spoken of.) She smiled and drank a few small glasses of white wine, before stopping because she knew her limit, and she wasn't going to embarrass herself, despite how problematic her family was proving to be behind closed doors.
As she turned to leave, the nice looking dark haired guy who'd been quietly hovering behind the man with the dark, dangerous eyes had given her a little smile, and spoken.
"Miss Montgomery?"
He remembered her name.
"Addison, please. Sorry, I don't think you told me yours."
"Derek."
She shook his hand, smiling. This was far more how she did it, this was far more sophisticated and classy.
"I couldn't… would it be alright with you if I gave you a call? Another time? We could go out for dinner or something?"
As she smiled at how nervous he looked, nodded enthusiastically and jotted down the phone number of her flat on a napkin, she thought about how much Bizzy would like him, the Captain would approve.
She married him, a few years later. It lasted eleven years.
Hope you enjoyed! There will be a number of other pieces in this sequence, but they're all stand-alone pieces, as they're all answers to different 'if's, like this one. Also, I'm supposedly revising and passing my second year finals, so be prepared for the updates to be sporadic.
I'd love a review, however short. I'm very scared the Maddison section of the Greys fandom is dying, and I want you all to prove otherwise! And constructive criticism is always welcome.
