I am a terrible person. So, so sorry for neglecting this, I don't have much of an excuse really.
But anyway, hope has been restored to my heart by Shonda Rhimes (thank you by the way).
Because I am an impatient person, I go on "spoilertv" (it's great look it up) and find out what's happening ahead of aired episodes. Yup yup. Anyway, so I was on the Grey's Anatomy section (which I hardly ever do anymore) and found this little piece: "One thing Rhimes would love to do is reunite Mark and Addison again. "I think that they're pretty fun…" and then she goes on to say something about Violet, but that's besides the point. So basically I'm happy and finishing my stories.
Oh yes, this is really just a drabble. I wasn't in the mood for writing something long(er) but moods change, so you know.
"Addison?" He calls, standing in her kitchen dressed only in a towel.
He hears the shower turn off and the bathroom door open, "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, it's raining."
"Hold on."
He hears the sound of her feet running hurriedly down the stairs, this is a big emergency.
She appears in the doorway soon after, also clad in fluffy towel. She slips past him so she can get a better look out the window, "Oh my god."
"It's not supposed to rain in L.A" he whines, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I know," she says disgusted, "I don't even own an umbrella."
"I was going to teach you how to surf today." He mopes.
"Or a raincoat"
"And then we'd just lie there, sunning ourselves until one of us ends up like a poster child for skin cancer"
"God, why don't I have an umbrella?"
Thunder rumbles and the sky flashes outside so they move to her lounge or their lounge, (they haven't really discussed it) and stand at her French sliding doors watching the storm unfold.
"Oh no, no, no no," she squints to see past the rain blurring her vision, "are those my shoes?"
He tries to follow her line of vision but before he can focus on an object, she's out of their embrace and is sprinting across her (wet) deck trying to rescue her Manolo pumps.
He groans, "Addison, come back" but she's either ignoring him or can't hear him over the rumbling thunder, so he follows her like the dumb ass he is into the raging storm.
He's about ten feet away from her when she turns towards him and raises her shoes triumphantly in the air and begins some weird sort of victory dance.
He laughs and draws her into an embrace and presses his lips to hers.
The shoes drop to the floor as she becomes lost in the kiss.
She pulls away and laughs as he tries to pull her back. "Dance with me?"
"What about your shoes?" he says while spinning her around.
"I don't care any more."
He grins and kisses her hand. He really does love her.