Author's Note:

Some angst here, and also hurt/comfort. :)

bobbiejelly

Rainy Day

It's raining again and it's fitting to suit your mood and also probably Addison's.

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. Angst & Hurt/Comfort. Rated E.

It's freezing cold and raining again and it's fitting to suit your mood and also probably Addison's.

Since the moment she shook your hand, you empathize with her with the same love/hate thing that you've got going on and you don't know what to think of it all.

You see Addison Shepherd again, and you know you can never take away the pain that you caused her but you didn't know about the pain she caused Derek.

But the thing is, you forgive her, because she looks as broken and lonely as you felt when you were hiding the fact that your mother was sick from everyone, and so you get it the moment you hear she was hiding an entire life-changing ordeal with/from Mark Sloan.

Sure, maybe you shouldn't, but you do.

You walk toward her because you feel bad that you found out about her past even though she didn't find out about you and yours and that's mostly the problem between you.

Addition turns her head around, and you turn your shoulder a bit, and suddenly you realize that you're less than a foot apart, and you can feel the weariness from her tired and sore body against yours when your hip brushes hers, and it elicits a strange sort of feeling.

You can tell that she's trying not to show that she's cried, but you can see through her makeup to the redness in her eyes and you know that same look.

You've done the same thing every once in a while when your mother calls you one of her friend's names from med school instead of your own again.

Some days you see, they last too damn long.

You watch as Addison blinks away her tears and you step away and she steps in again.

Her lip quivers, and your hand trembles, and she reaches out for you to keep herself steady.

"Whoa."

It's the first thing either of you've said to each other today.

It's hardly even anything, and it wasn't meant to be for you.

Or anyone.

Because Addison doesn't usually stumble.

"I'm not drunk or high. I'm just sad," says Addison.

"Ah-" You say, because you're not sure what to think about that.

Usually, when you're that sad you're about to pass out from the alcohol.

Just as you think that to yourself, Addison speaks up in a whisper:

"Normally I'd have wine but I'm still on call for the patients…" Addison says with a clear sign of pain in her voice.

"Do you want wine then?" You ask her dumbly.

"Can't," says Addison.

"Right," you reply.

You realize you're not exactly being a great conversationalist here.

It doesn't seem to matter though, because Addison finally looks up at you and you see her eyes fully now, and you realize just how green they are, and how much they sparkle even when she's extremely downtrodden.

Wow

Addison seems to start to say something, but then she hesitates, and then she seems to take it all back.

"You can say it, y'know," you offer, even though she's not sure exactly what Addison was about to say to you.

"I probably shouldn't," Addison says, as she bites her lip rather shyly.

"You probably shouldn't," you confer, but you're leaning close to her now because you kind of want her to continue despite all of that.

Addison takes in a deep breath before she continues.

"I sleep with people who comfort me," says Addison bluntly.

"So do I," you answer before you can stop yourself.

Addison's eyes widen at the implication of what you just said, and so do yours once you realize what you just accidentally alluded to.

"We probably shouldn't," your eyes widen as you see Addison start to look at you lustfully.

"We probably shouldn't," you confer with her.

But of course, you both have the same damn MO.

You look at her, and she looks at you, and you realize you both have the same things to lose here.

It's not like you both haven't had affairs.

It's not like you both haven't been hurt the same.

It's not like you both haven't been comforted physically for months on end.

You lean in, and so does she.

You hear the pitter-patter of the rain as it turns into a thunderstorm and you're suddenly grateful you're already in private.

Pressed against the back of some random couch in the resident's lounge of all places, you run your hands up her hips, and she runs her hands in your hair.

You realize why he fell for her.

She must realize why he fell for you.

You don't talk about that, though.

You don't talk at all as you move your hands all over her back and then under her clothes.

Addison starts undressing you, and you feel her warm hands extend all over you.

Her surgeon fingers delicately stroke up your leg until she meets the middle of them.

She asks you if she can continue.

You moan as you confirm that she can.

As she begins to pleasure you, you start to touch her as well.

She slides her hand under you and strokes broadly, then more precisely when she finds out what you end up liking the most.

You move your hand to her core and you mimic her movements as she starts to buck her hips against yours.

Part of you wants to keep your eyes closed, and part of you wants to see her.

Your eyes flicker open every once in a while. You can hardly believe it, but each time you see her hungry for comfort she seems to find oddly in you.

The irony should strike you perhaps, but all that sees to be striking here are Addison's fingertips against your sweet spot.

You're inches away from finishing and you know that she knows this.

You don't ask how you know she knows this.

You don't ask her how she knows at all.

Addison answers with her hand.

You answer with your orgasm.

It tears through you so fast and hard that you feel dizzy even a few minutes after.

When you open your eyes again you see she's still hungry and that she needs you.

You need her again, too, sometime soon.

When you slide your hand lower to meet your other one on her sex, she nods and she bobs and she moves her hips up to meet you.

When Addison finishes over your fingers you can't help but lean in and kiss her.

Addison's lips taste like tears and you know you were right about her crying before.

She's not crying now though.

And neither are you.

You clean yourselves up and you hold each other through the end of the rainstorm.

You watch the lightning outside and you lean into her when there's thunder.

It's not the way you had expected it to end when you saw the forecast today for a rainy day.

But then again, this at least, feels like a storm you can weather.

Together?

It seems to be so.

You finally feel warm again.

****** FIN

Author's Note:

THANK YOU!

bobbiejelly