A/N: I know no one ever reads these things, but I just needed to say that I only named it White Horse because of the amazing Taylor Swift (and my love to horses lol). I was considering Just Sex and The Rebound Girl but that just didn't seem right. Hope you like, that's what happened after watching "too much" (there is no such thing) Sex and the City!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, this is not even my computer!

White Horse - Chapter One

"Hmm, I'm so close." She moaned lowly in his ear, as he moved inside of her on his 500 count Egyptian sheets, that weren't actually his. She listened carefully for the self-assuring 'me too', but all she heard was equal breathing, instead of the heavy ragged one one usually expects during sex. Holding her breath. One second, two seconds... Still, nothing. When she looked down at his head on her chest, where his lips had stopped trailing soft kisses over her skin. She had suspected it was because of sheer pleasure. But once again in her life, she had been wrong. It wasn't pleasure, it wasn't that he was close, too. The man on top of her had been close, he had been fighting the feeling that was clouding and threatening to over-take his mind. But it hadn't been pleasure.

"DEREK!" She hit him on the head. "Wake up!" It had been sleep he had been fighting.

"Hmm?" He looked up at her, down at their joined bodies. Oups. "Oh, I'm sorry it has been a long day." And just like this, the knight in shining who had come to rescue her, rolled off of her and fell asleep; leaving her clutching the sheets to her chest. What the hell had just happened? No one, and she repeated in her head, no one, had ever fallen asleep on and in Meredith Grey before.

"He what?!?" Izzie had to hold back her laugh. She was the compassionate friend, she really was. But this was just somewhat ironic enough to make her chuckle.

"Yes! I'm telling you he fucking fell asleep on top of me!" Meredith was pissed. Not only pissed but after a couple of drinks she couldn't think of anything worse than pissed. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the limited thinking she had done her entire life. Who knew? Who even cared?

"Just means you're bad in bed." Alex simply shrugged his shoulders and took another bite from his sandwich. He didn't care, he didn't even want to care. After all it was Meredith who had screwed the married guy. Even he considered this karma.

"I am not bad in bed!" Meredith exclaimed rather loudly. She was so very sure she couldn't be bad in bed, one of those many, many, many guys she had slept with in college, a bit before... Well, who was she kidding, in high school, and well, during her internship.

"Just because no one ever told you, that you're actually terrible in bed, doesn't mean that you're not in deed, terrible." That was it. That was exactly the sentence that was supposed to stay in her head all day long. Longer than any thought had ever lasted before.

"Why you look miserable and tired." Addison said as she walked up to her best friend for ages with two coffee cups in her hands.

"I am not. But I am miserably tired." He gave her a weak smile and took the coffee cup, he knew was for him anyway. They had gone through this routine for so long, it just seemed hauntingly familiar and a bit ironic, as well, that he couldn't share this kind of public 'intimacy' with anyone else but her. She was his everything, his best friend, earlier on in their life also referred to as his soul mate, love of his life and wife. But now there was this big, ugly 'ex' in front of all those things.

"Ahh, see I was close." Addison smiled, she liked them being friends. Things had always been so much more fun and seemed way brighter with Derek, the optimist. It was as if he was the needed glowworm in a never ending darkness. She chuckled to herself as she actually referred to Derek as a glowworm. "What happened?"

"Oh, it's just..." She watched him as he fidgeted, looking as if he was ready to pace along the hospital hallway. But that would have made obvious that he was in deed having a problem.

"Come on Derek, we've gotten over this whole awkwardness when it comes to our relationships when I told you about the guy whose sperm tasted really nasty." Addison knew she had a point. She had picked this story on purpose then, to make him laugh and realize he was fine talking to her about all this. Even though it was always Addison with the embarrassing stories, but she really didn't mind, as long as she had him to laugh about it with.

And as predicted he had to chuckle at this once again. It wasn't that he was fine with his Addison doing that stuff to another guy, it was that he didn't think of her actually doing that. He didn't consider her ever marrying one of those dates, flings, crushes. Never. "Alright, alright... But, I have to ask you something first."

Addison nodded her head in agreement, signalizing him she'd answer any question.

"Did I ever fall asleep?" Derek looked at her beautiful face and understood that she, of course, didn't understand what the hell he was talking about. "When we were... you know... Making love."

It took all Addison's self control and her mind telling her that she had class (a little), not to laugh loudly at this.

"No." She simply answered. "But Der, if you ever would have, you would be castrated right now and we wouldn't be able to have this conversation."

"Well, I guess I should have then." He had attempted a joke, in Addison's eyes that was a step forward, somehow. "But is it really that big of a deal? I mean it's just sex." Just sex. He had said it. He had actually just told his ex-wife, aka best friend he had ever had, that they had used to make love, but with Meredith it was just sex?

ANY thoughts? I'd really appreciate them! (: Continue or not?