It's a few months later and things are better. Derek and I are still together and I've accepted the fact that Derek and Addison are friends. I might not be good friends with her, but we are friendly. We've had a couple of coffee dates to get to know each other and we can all hang out together.

Addison's birthday is coming up and she's invited a bunch of us out to Joe's after work to celebrate. We go, drink a lot and have a good time. It's nearing the end of the night and Derek and I are saying our goodbyes to the group since he's going to crash at my place tonight. As I go to say goodbye to Addison, she tugs on my arm and pulls me into a constricting hug. "Good night, Meredith. Thanks for coming to my birthday party. I'm really glad we are good friends now," she says, holding on tightly. I chuckle knowing she's really drunk. "Happy Birthday Addison. Thanks for having us, we had a good time," I say. As I start to pull away, she snakes her hand up back and grabs my ponytail and pulls on it; not too hard but not soft either. Instinctively, I let out a small moan, which I try to cover with a cough. She watches me with curious eyes as she lets go of my hair and my body.

Waiting for a cab outside the bar, Derek turns to me. "Meredith, are you ok? You seem off all of a sudden," he asks, I shake my head. "We can talk when we get home." The rest of the drive home is quiet.

We get home and head up to my room, "Mer, you're worrying me. Did something happen with Addison?" I nod. "But definitely not what you think," I say. "What happened?" he asks.

"Uh, well, uh. I'm not sure how to say this. When I was saying goodbye to her, she pulled me in quite tight for a hug and then she tugged on my ponytail," I say, sitting on the bed. Derek doesn't look surprised.

As he smirks, he says, "is that all? I guess I should have mentioned that she is bicurious. She has been for a long time. The alcohol must have let her feel confident enough to show it." "She's bicurious?" I ask. Derek nods. "I didn't know that. Interesting. Does Mark know?" Derek gives me a cheeky grin. "You thought she was attractive when you first met her, does the fact that you might have a chance make you more interested? And yes, Mark knows. He's told her that if she finds a woman that she's attracted to, she could explore," he says with a laugh. "Ha, I don't know. That would be weird, me and your ex-girlfriend. Besides, you said she's bicurious. She's never been with a woman, she might not like it and that would make our 'friendship' more awkward," I say.

Addison is bicurious. I'm not sure how to feel about that. I can't deny that she is attractive and that I'm attracted to her. But what if something happens and one of us hates it? What if it screws up her friendship with Derek? What if it screws up my relationship with Derek? Damn it, I need to stop thinking about this right now. The alcohol is getting to me and I'm just turning myself on thinking about the possibilities.

I crawl into bed and Derek curls up behind me. Clearly, I'm not the only one affected by what happened tonight. I can feel his hardness pressing into me. A thought comes to me – "Derek, did you tell Addison that I'm bi? Is it possible that's why she did that?" "No, I wouldn't tell anyone that without your permission Meredith. Wait, do you want me to tell her?" he says, smirking. "Oh, um, I don't know. Let's just drop it for now."