I was going to do all of this in one section, but then I realized that it would 1) be extremely long and 2) the scenes in this one have a similar comic tone. I thought that the sections would be better split up. So, that's what I did. This chapter, then one more, and the wedding will be over.

Alex sighed as what felt like the millionth picture was taken of him with Addison. He was all for memories, but how many memories could a person possibly need?

"Can you excuse us for a minute?" Alex flashed Lindsay, their photographer, a smile and pulled Addison aside.

"What is it?" Addison asked.

"Is it wrong that I have never wanted you more than I do right this minute?" Alex murmured into her ear.

"Alex!" Addison hissed. "We have a reception to get to."

"So? We could stop off for a little while… They have an open bar… No one will notice." He ran small kisses along her collarbone, sending a shock through her body.

"You want to go back to the condo?"

"I actually had a different idea…"

"What was that?"

That lopsided grin again. "I was thinking of doing it in the back of your Ferrari, somewhere in this park…"

"What?!" Addison's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

"What, you've never had sex in public?"

"I didn't say that…"

"So, what's the problem?"

"The problem is that I'm not in college anymore! I have a reputation to protect now! What if we get caught?"

"We won't get caught…" Alex mumbled, nibbling at her ear.

Addison let out a happy sigh and looked at him. "Okay. You can get rid of the photographer and tell her to go on to the reception. Let's get the car."

The reception was being held in a ballroom of the hotel, and featured a small bar area.

Izzie sidled up to the bar next to Mark.

"Hey, baby." The glazed over look in her eyes indicated that she had enjoyed the free alcohol.

"Drunk before the bride and groom even arrive? Very classy." Mark took another drink of his beer.

"Drinking to get over losing Addison?" Izzie asked.

"Maybe. You drinking to get over Alex?" Mark asked.

"No… Denny."

"Oh."

"Think you'll ever find someone to love like you love Addison?"

"I don't know." He stared down at his beer.

"Think anyone will ever love me like Denny did?"

"I don't know." Mark answered honestly.

"You're truthy." Apparently, drunkenness led Izzie to make up new words. "I like you, McSteamy. I saw you looking at me during the ceremony. Why don't you come home with me tonight?" Izzie purred into Mark's ear.

Mark arched a brow and pointed at the wine goblet in her hand. "How many of those have you had?"

"Two."

"Two? Two and you're drunk enough to ask me to sleep with you? Wow… I don't know whether to call you easy or a lightweight, Iz."

"So, will you?" Izzie's foot was sliding up Mark's leg.

Mark cursed himself for being a nice guy. Okay, not a nice guy. But nicer than this. "Say it when you're sober, and I'll consider it…." Mark said.

Izzie pouted. "Why not?"

"I make it a point not to take advantage of drunk women."

Izzie swayed slightly. "So you didn't fly from NYC to sleep with Addison when she was drunk and eating all of my muffins?"

Mark paused. He really had no idea what she meant by "muffins." It sounded kind of kinky. But, he knew what she was talking about, otherwise. "Okay, so I don't take advantage of drunken women the first time I sleep with them."

"Seeeeee." Izzie patted his shoulder, with very little coordination. "You're a goooood guy."

"Uh huh, thanks."

"I gotta pee." Izzie said suddenly, and hopped off her barstool. She fell forward in the process, her head almost meeting her knees before Mark grabbed her arm.

"Whoa!" Izzie said. "Upside up, good. Upside down, baaaaad." She stumbled off to the bathroom.

Mark looked at the bartender and pointed to his beer. "Something stronger, maybe? Double shot of vodka, please."

Alex and Addison managed to find a secluded area of the park, and parked the car hidden between some trees.

Addison giggled. "This is kind of fun… Feels like high school or something."

Alex winked, sliding his hand between them. "I know." Addison moaned softly in response.

They were only a few minutes into the act when an insistent rap came at the window. Alex jumped and hit his head on the roof of the car.

"I don't want to turn around, I don't want to turn around…" Alex whispered.

"You better! It's a cop!" Addison hissed, grabbing Alex's tuxedo jacket to cover herself with.

Alex cursed and yanked up his pants. He opened the door to the car and tried to act composed, though his heart was pounding with fear. "Um, hello, officer… May I help you?"

The cop looked surprised to find two actual adults being naughty in the park, rather than a couple of teenagers. He cleared his throat and looked at Alex. "Imagine my surprise when I saw your bare ass pressed up against the window…"

"Officer, we're so sorry…" Addison's face nearly matched her hair.

"See, we… We just got married." Alex grabbed Addison's hand and showed the officer their rings, as though that would help the legality of their situation.

"Uh huh."

"Please don't arrest us on our wedding day!" Addison pleaded.

The cop fought, unsuccessfully, to keep the smirk off his face. He was trying to mess with them and instill some fear in them more than anything else. He did not intend to arrest them – he had bigger things to worry about than a couple of people having sex, like muggings or murder. But, of course, he couldn't exactly let them continue in a family-oriented place.

"I'll let you off with a warning this time. Take it somewhere else though, okay? I think you're old enough that you won't get grounded."

"Yes sir." Alex mumbled.

The officer turned around and walked away whistling, knowing that he was going to have a good story to tell his buddies back at the station, about the two "kids" he caught in the act.

Addison adjusted her dress and threw Alex's tuxedo jacket at him so that it hit him in the face. "That's the last time I ever listen to you!"

Alex laughed and glanced at his watch. "Well, that only took 45 minutes. Probably still better than most guys do with having their wives listen to them."

"Wife." Addison's face softened in realization. "I'm your wife!"

Alex gave her his lopsided grin and leaned in for a kiss. "Yes, you are, Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Karev."

Addison smiled. "I like the sound of that."

Alex leaned forward and kissed Addison hard. She fell under his spell for moment, then snapped out of it and pushed him back. "Okay, seriously, Alex? We just got busted by a cop. I think we just need to move along to our reception."

"But Ads…" Alex whined.

Addison tossed him the keys. "Come on… Good things come to those who wait." She gave him a wink.

"Three Olives Cherry and Sprite." Caroline said to the bartender, then turned to Mark. "So, I saw you with Izzie earlier… Trying to secure your own little intern treat?

Mark snorted. "Why not? Everybody else did. Seems to be the way to be happy around here." After downing a few shots of vodka, he was starting to get drunk.

Caroline took a sip of her drink. "Okay, so you're depressed about Addison."

"No, I'm not." Mark grunted.

Caroline rolled her eyes and gestured to all of the empty shot glasses in front of him. "Oh, okay, so you were just trying to pickle your insides to preserve them?"

"Something like that." Mark paused. "Why couldn't she just love me back, Care?"

"Okay, Mark." Caroline took his hand and squeezed it. "You have to get over her now… Whether you date and intern or a nurse or a… I don't know, stripper, you have to move on."

"Where's your husband?" Mark asked, suddenly changing the subject.

"New York. He had to work."

"Wanna dance?"

"Promise not to grope me?"

"You never minded when you were paying me for it." Mark grinned, leading her to the dance floor. "You know… I touched half of your body parts before they were even on you."

"You're such a pervert! You'd sleep with anything with 2 X chromosomes."

"I'm just kidding! You're married."

"Never stopped you before!" Caroline gave him a pointed look as they started dancing.

Mark placed his hand over his heart. "Oh, ouch, that hurts." He stared down into her cleavage. "I did do a really good job on those.

Caroline placed her hand under Mark's chin and slapped it, forcing him to look back up at her face. "I'm up here, buddy!"

"OW! Sheesh, I'm depressed, you know! Can't I just look at some boobs?"

Caroline opened her mouth to make some smart remark, but was interrupted by Callie weaving her way through the crowd. "They're here, everyone!"

Remember how I said I couldn't make some of this stuff up? Yeah, well.. O:)