A/N : This is a short story by Chelsea (DrMcQPS), also from The Incision.(who claims to be scared of us. lol)Enjoy!
The scotch still burned his throat. He couldn't remember the last time he let himself drown so deeply in the bottle. He could barely remember his own name. All he knew was her.
His kisses devoured her. He couldn't stop his hands from touching every bit of her. He inhaled her hair as deeply as his lungs could handle. He couldn't help himself. He needed her; all of her.
"Addison," he murmured, but it was lost in their frenzy, as was his endless stream of sweet nothings that he thought were created for her.
He couldn't say if it had lasted forever, or ended too soon, as he fell deep into an oblivion of contentment next to her; feeling more whole than he could've ever dreamed.
His next sensation was of something landing on his rear. He had no idea where he was and he tried to determine where he was.
When it clicked, he couldn't breathe, he froze:
Where he expected red hair….it was blonde.
She wasn't Addison…..and with the alcohol gone he could pretend no longer.
After traditional morning after chat (what did he know about morning after anything - he'd been married 11 years) he disappeared from the house trying to get his bearings.
He felt empty without her, or without his replacement of her, and he massaged his empty ring finger.
"What have I done Addison?"
A/N : (by Chelsea herself) Okay, well, it was squee, it was Addek.
But it wasn't.
This was my response to that awful shower scene in "Much too Much" and my justification for how Derek could've jumped into bed with another woman mere weaks after leaving his wife.