Ginger Snacks
A Private Practice fic by Gigi.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 2: Follow up
A/N: Hey, I'm glad you guys are enjoying the fic! The play was a success so I'm really excited and writing more of this fic.
Addison couldn't stop fidgeting. She tried to focus on the chart in front of her, but it was no good. Her mind was somewhere else; her fingers itched to tangle themselves in Pete's hair as he kissed every inch of her--
"Addison?" Naomi asked, looking concerned as she walked into her office.
"Yeah?" the redhead replied breathlessly.
"Addison, are you okay? You look a little flushed," Naomi said softly. "Maybe you should lie down for a while."
"I'm alright," Addison smiled, a tinge of excitement coloring her voice. "Did you need anything? I kind of have plans for lunch in a few minutes."
Naomi's eyebrows arched upward. "Plans with who?"
Addison wanted to take the chart she was looking at and smack herself over the head with it, but she kept her eyes trained on the tiny words in front of her. "No one," she answered. She wished she couldn't hear the slight guilt in her own voice.
"It wouldn't be a certain alternative medicine doctor, now would it?" Naomi caught the too-fast blink of her best friend's eyes and the small bite she gave her lips. "Addison Forbes Montgomery, do not sleep with Pete!"
Addison finally looked up at Naomi, her red bangs falling in front of her incensed eyes. "Naomi, I know you mean well for me and you want to protect me an all, but you are not Busy. Stop trying to act like her!" Addison felt a little ashamed when the tiniest bit of hurt entered the other woman's eyes, but she couldn't stop now and maintain any sort of dignity. "I'm a grown, successful, divorced woman. I've lived for more than twelve years, as you seem to believe. I've heard all your Pete horror stories, and I'm deciding to follow what feels right. I've spent too long not confronting my feelings, which was probably the only reason I even came down here for that vacation."
"I'm sorry I acted like Busy," Naomi declared softly, trying to keep her composure. "But I've seen you hurt way too many times to take this lightly."
Addison couldn't take it anymore. She moved from behind her desk and hugged her best friend as tightly as she could. "I didn't mean to snap at you," she whispered. "But I'm a big girl now. I have to make my own mistakes, and I need you to respect that."
Naomi finally hugged her back. "Okay, I'll try."
8D
"Hey, Addison," Pete greeted as he poked his head into her office. "You ready?"
Addison tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach and smiled. "Yeah," she answered. She tried to say something else, but all thought left her mind when she saw him smile back.
As they walked out of the practice, Addison realized they hadn't said where they were going. "We're not just going to some hotel, are we?" Pete looked at her sideways and smirked at her disgusted tone. "That's so trashy and cliché." Pete just kept looking. Addison stopped short. "If we are going to a hotel, I swear I am going to turn around and go straight back to work."
"Relax," Pete insisted, reaching for her arm. "We're not going to a hotel. We're going to my place, where I will make lunch."
"Your place?" Addison repeated, those butterflies in her stomach acting up again. She tried to suppress the smile that was creeping up onto her face as she let him take her hand and lead her through the crowd. Every once in a while, the two would lock eyes, sharing the sweet, secretive looks of two teenagers sneaking off to some alley to kiss. Already, Addison couldn't help but be giddy. She really did feel like a teenager. It was kind of a nice feeling to have...not to mention kind of terrifying.
As Pete unlocked the door to his self-titled "bachelor pad," Addison walked in at his offer. She took a cursory glance around the apartment—he had an entire bookshelf devoted to CDs and another to medical books—and said, "So, this is your apartment." Pete closed the door and Addison turned around, finding herself, once again, not two inches from his face. "It fits you," she whispered.
"Thanks," he whispered back. "I think." They both smiled at each other.
"It was a compliment, Pe--" Addison tried to say, although Pete's name got swallowed when Pete crashed his lips on hers.
Addison's purse dropped from her hands as she brought them up to the back of Pete's neck, running her hands through his deliciously silky hair. She would have laughed at her thoughts about what shampoo he used if he wasn't assaulting her mouth with the most searing hot kiss she'd ever experienced.
It was like the two really had been replaced by two hormone-crazed teenagers. Within minutes, Addison's legs were wrapped around Pete's waist, and she was pushed up against the door again, with Pete working on undoing the buttons on her shirt while he still kissed her. Their tongues played a game of back and forth, and Addison's shirt flew across the room.
"Is this how you welcome all your guests?" Addison teased breathlessly when Pete left her lips and begin kissing down her neck.
Pete brought his head back up to smile at her. "Only the really hot ones," he answered. The two started laughing, but then the phone rang. Then their beepers went off. And then their cell phones started buzzing. Pete let Addison down so she could rummage through her bag to pick up the phone before it stopped ringing.
"Dr. Montgomery," Addison answered. Pete smiled at the fact that the always-perfect Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery was answering a serious phone call topless and with obvious sex hair. Of course, that reminded him that they hadn't had sex. And that his phone was still ringing.
"This is Dr. Wilder," Pete said.
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"What happened?" Pete demanded as he rushed into the ER to see Ginger lying on the bed, pale as paper.
"She collapsed after she handed me her paperwork at the practice," Dell replied. "I didn't know what to do, so I called the ambulance."
"Then why did you call me?" Addison asked. "She's not pregnant."
"She told me to call you," Dell said, looking down at Ginger. "She said she would need you to examine her."
"For what, exactly?"
"I think I have a tumor," Ginger whispered, her eyes fluttering shut. Machines started beeping as the code team knocked Addison out of the way so they could bring the entertainer back from the brink of death.
"Oof!" Pete exclaimed in surprise, catching Addison as she was thrown onto him. "Are you okay?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear—and then quickly took it back out. Urgently, he hissed, "Don't let anybody see the right side of your neck." Addison's eyes widened as she slapped her hand over the newly formed hickey blossoming on her neck.
"You'll pay for this later, mister," she threatened.
"Looking forward to it."
A/N: Okay, so it's a shortish chapter, but it's better than nothing. At least I'm updating this within the calendar year. I feel guilty about not updating some of my Gilmore Girls fics in a year...but nobody was reviewing, so please don't make me not want to write this anymore and review!
