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Grooves

Okay, I know what you are thinking: 'Porn Groove 6' is the best name for a chapter EVER.

Brace yourself...

... and read...

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There was a porn grove in her head. Very rarely was there a porn groove playing in her head. She must be dreaming. But normally her dreams did not have a porn groove soundtrack.

But the thing about porn grooves, it's best to just wait to see where they take you.

She crossed her arms and looked around. Normally when porn grooves played you weren't alone. At least one other person was usually required.

"Ciao Bella."

Marcello.

She smiled as he walked towards her and the porn groove got louder. Faster.

He pressed up against her back and snaked his arms around her, murmuring erotic italian nonsense in her ear.

She turned in his arms and pressed her lips against his, immediately entangling her tongue with his. His hands roamed her naked skin while hers explored every rock hard rippling muscle, warm and slippery from the steam.

Steam. Steam. When it got steamy she wasn't sure, but it seemed to connect directly to the pornyness of the porn groove.

She tilted her head back as he trailed slow wet kisses down her neck and across her chest, his hands...

"Oh sweet jesus," Addison's eyes flew open and she stared up at the ceiling. Her heart was racing.

She could hear Derek across the hall talking to the baby. She slowly eased out of bed and headed for the bathroom, picking up her red nightgown on the way. It had managed to land a good 6 feet from the bed. She turned on the shower and immediately stepped under the water.

Steam.

Damn it.

She covered her face with her hands and tried to push the thoughts from her mind.

But the steam.

She sighed. She shouldn't be think about this. Or could she. It was just a dream. She's allowed to dream, and she can't control what goes on in her dreams.

She gasped as a hand touched her hip.

Derek smirked, "Did I scare you?"

Addison didn't reply.

"Sorry," he apologized, "But you're hogging the shower and I am going to be late for work."

Addison stepped to the side and swallowed hard, "There are 2 showers upstairs."

"Those showers don't have sexy redheads," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I was just talking to Jane, my day is pretty free today and on Thursday so I'll take James to work with me. That way she can get some actual housework done."

"Jane..."

"Yeah," Derek lathered the shampoo making his hair stick up in every direction, "She just walked in the door, she's giving James her breakfast," he glanced at her, "What's wrong with you this morning?"

"Nothing. Just tired."

"Tired," Derek smiled proudly, lathering his hair more.

She laughed, "You're so sexy right now."

"Just right now?" he teased.

"Pretty much," she grinned as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back under the water. She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, wrinkling her nose as shampoo suds ran down her cheeks as he kissed her "Bubbles," she murmured.

"Mmmm."

She sighed, smiled, and tilted her head back as he trailed slow wet kisses down her neck and across her chest, his hands...

His hands.

And the kisses.

And the steam.

She abruptly pushed him away, opening the door and reaching for a towel, "You'll be late for work."

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Addison tapped her pen against her chart. She had all her things together, she just had to gather her wits and leave the locker room.

"Ciao Bella."

She closed her eyes. Perfect. Now she had that image in her head again, "We should get to work."

He smiled at her, holding two large cups of coffee, "Bella Addison. You are not still embarrassed about yesterday..."

"No," Addison shook her head. She hoped she sounded nonchalant, "Of course not. I had forgotten all about it. We should get to work."

"Bella..." he stepped in front of her.

She exhaled sharply, annoyed. He was always doing this. Standing close. Being charming. She couldn't stand it.

She took a tiny step forward and took his face between her hands, kissing him firmly.

Well, that was done.

Out of her system.

She could move on.

She pulled away and took a coffee from his hand. She smiled as she walked to the door, "We really need to get to work."

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"So much for our day together huh pumpkin," Derek smiled at the baby looking intently at his mouth, "Can you say DaDa? Da Da? Daa Daa? No? Not yet? Okay," he kissed her forehead, "Can you give Daddy a kiss? Can you give Daddy a big kiss?" James pressed her face against his for a moment, then buried it in his shoulder, gurgling and laughing. Derek laughed with her, "Good girl."

He pushed open the door to the stairwell and froze.

Addison.

His Addison.

He turned James away, shielding her face, and glared.

Up on the next landing Addison stood with her back against the rail, her hands gripping the rail on either side of her.

That man, the italian man, was pressed up against her.

Kissing her.

Derek thought that he heard her say something, but he had his hands on her face, on the back of her neck, and they didn't look like they were breaking it off anytime soon.

And then he did hear her say something. Please. He heard her say please. And then the Italian was kissing her jaw and her neck and his hand was creeping underneath her shirt.

Her whole body tensed, he didn't know if it was arousal or dismay. But either way, he needed it to stop.

"Stop." He said evenly. Not loudly. Not angrily. Just evenly. "Leave her alone."

Addison didn't even flinch, just turned her face away and stared at the wall.

Marcello, wisely, took a step away from her.

Derek slowly, painfully, walked up the stairs towards them.

"I got paged to the ER," he said quietly, looking at the baby, but not at her, "I just fed and changed her, but she hasn't napped."

"Derek," she said quietly, trying to reach out and touch him has he handed her the baby, "Derek..."

He just turned and left.

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7 minutes earlier

Addison pushed open the door to the stairwell and started down the steps, "We'll operate tomorrow afternoon, monitor her overnight, and then operate again. With this kind of procedure I find it's more effective to do it in 2 operations instead of one. Many people disagree with putting expectant mothers under..."

"Addison," Marcello cut her off.

"What?"

Without warning his kissed her, his hands on either side of her face preventing her from pulling away. And she wanted to pull away. Maybe she would have tried harder if he wasn't such a good kisser. But she did try.

"Don't," she murmured quietly.

"Bella," he whispered against her lips, "Bella Adda."

"No," no one called her that, no one was allowed, "Please, don't call me that."

"Bella Adda," he repeated, kissing her again. Demanding.

She wasn't kissing him back, but she wasn't stopping him. She felt paralyzed.

She didn't want to want him kissing her.

She wanted Derek.

She wanted Derek to save her from this.

"Please," she begged quietly. Now he was kissing her neck, "Please don't." She didn't expect that to work. Why would it. A big part of her didn't want it to work. Too big of a part.

It was her fault. She knew that he liked her. She had kissed him first when she had no reason too. Derek wasn't being absent, he was busy, but he was there. He was putting her first, their family first. He was a perfect father, he was good to her. He loved her.

But a big part of her liked that this man, this stranger, was kissing her.

"Stop."

She sighed with relief. Derek.

"Leave her alone."

She stared at the wall. If she looked at him she was going to cry. And then there would be a scene. And the baby was there, she could hear her slapping her hand against Derek's chest.

Their baby.

"I just fed and changed her. But she hasn't napped." Derek gently placed the baby in her arms.

James immediately buried her face against her mothers neck, "Derek." Addison pleaded, "Derek."

But he just turned and walked away.

Addison clutched her baby closer.

"Ah, bambina!"

Addison glared at him, she wanted him no where near her or her baby.

"My bambinos," Marcello reached into his breast pocket for a picture, "Giorgie and Giovanna," he told her proudly.

"Who's the woman?" she demanded evenly, nodding at the gorgeous woman standing next to him in the picture.

"Isabella," he smiled, "My wife."

"Your wife," Addison almost laughed, "Of course. Of course."

"Dr Shepherd. He is, your lover?"

Then Addison did laugh, "Derek? Derek? He's only the love of my goddamn life."

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"She won't come to you herself Richard, you know what Addison is like. But she is uncomfortable working with him."

"How so?" Richard leaned back in his chair and pressed his hands together. He saw through the lie.

Derek stared at his feet, "Richard. I just don't want him near her," he paused and forced himself to unclench his fists, "Your way would be much less painful for everyone."

"Derek..."

"If you don't keep that man away from her, I am taking Addison and our daughter, and we are leaving Seattle." Derek turned and walked to the door, "I am not loosing my family."

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Addison sat on the floor of the nursery, half in half out of the room. James cried. Long pitiful cries, punctuated by short gasping ones.

Addison stared silently at the doorjamb. She breathed deeply in and out, afraid that if she didn't she would start crying harder then the baby.

She was so lost in thought she didn't notice the body suddenly blocking the hall light.

Derek watched her for a few minutes. She seemed oblivious to the wailing baby. He moved to step over her and into the nursery.

"Don't," she told him weakly, reaching up and taking his hand moving him away from the door, "She's learning to put herself back to sleep."

They were silent.

"I asked Richard to... get rid of him." Addison trailed off.

"So did I," he sighed, defeated, and sat down across from her, making eye contact for the first time.

The second her eyes met his they welled up with tears, "I'm sorry," she gulped turning her head away.

Derek's face dropped to his chest. He stared at his lap along time. "Did you..." he paused, "Did you sleep with him?"

"No!" she exclaimed, "No," she refused to look at him, choosing instead to gaze at the baby, still crying in her crib, "He's married," she confessed finaly, "He has a family. A wife, two kids."

Derek too stared at the crying baby. Their baby. He processed things slowly. She hadn't slept with him. But he was married. And if he hadn't been married... "If he wasn't..."

"I don't know," she whispered, "I don't know. I like to think that I wouldn't but I don't know."

Derek couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"He asked me," she gulped, "He asked me if I loved you. I said I did. And I do. But I always have and look where it got us."

"Seattle," he murmured.

"Yeah."

"What do we do?"

"I don't know," she continued to watch their baby waving her arms above her body, begging to be picked up and comforted, "I don't want to explain to her in five or ten years that we couldn't make it work. It might be easier now."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He was torn between wanting to hold her or strangle her. Mostly he just wanted to cry.

"I could have..." she shook her head, "I don't want that. He has a wife and two beautiful children and he didn't think twice when it came to me. His life, it's what we used to have. He is just like me, and he saw that. He knew that we're the same. And I just can't stop thinking about his children. He pursued me since the moment we met," Addison was stoic, "I don't want that for her. I don't want our daughter to have a mother like that," a few tears streamed down her face, "I hate it, and it terrifies me. But I don't know what I would have done..."

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Debbie's Blog

The Cheif just sent my Italian lover packing.

We were suppose to have another 10 days together. I had plans. They involved hot oil.

They involved him talking to me about something other then medicine.

I blame a Shepherd. I just don't know which one.

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Oh, funny thing. You know how Marcello is all married. Well, so I knew that Marcello was allot like the name Mark right. And I have knows all along that he was married (how could he not, he was either married or gay. Seriously). Anyway, I also knew all along that his wifes name was Isabella. However I didn't connect in my head that Isabella is allot like Isobel until last night. I also knew all along that they had a little boy named Giorgie ... hello George. Mark and Izzie might name a baby George. Either I am a complete moron or to smart for my own good.

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