The Way I Loved You
A Grey's Anatomy fic by Gigi
Disclaimer: I really own nothing.
Chapter 1: Kissing in the Rain
A/N: I'm sitting here listening to Taylor Swift's "The Way I Loved You," and I just got this really cute idea for a fic. This will be only be like three chapters, but I'm excited about it. I hope you enjoy it!
Addison lay in Officer Kevin Nelson's arms after their first night together. She was on her side, and he had his arm protectively around her waist, hugging her close to his body. Staring out her window to the beach bathed in moonlight, she smiled to herself. She was content. Kevin was sweet, and he'd been patient when she kept going on and on about her rules. Now, after she finally allowed her rules to be broken, she was happy, peaceful.
Closing her eyes, Addison drifted off to sleep in Kevin's arms.
It had been a particularly bad day for them.
Addison kept going over their fight again and again in her mind as she walked to her New York City brownstone home in the rain. Her Prada pumps clicked along the pavement, occasionally stepping in puddles and splashing some rainwater onto her Burberry trench coat. Her gloved hands gripped a black umbrella from Galleria, which kept her long, red locks protected from the moisture.
They'd fought about his mother again. She wanted to visit them for the holidays, and all Addison could think about was how much his mother hated her since the incident at Thanksgiving. Addison insisted that she was only there to try to convince her son to leave her yet again. Of course, he wouldn't hear of it, and the argument culminated in him accusing her of looking for any excuse to get out of this marriage. She'd left the room before he could see the effect his words had on her and spent the rest of the day burying herself in her work so she wouldn't have to face her husband.
Addison felt a drop of moisture begin to make its way down her cheek and quickly wiped it away with her free hand. No, she would not cry over this anymore! She turned onto her street and began to ascend the staircase when she saw her husband sitting on the steps with his head in his hands.
She stepped up to him and held the umbrella over the both of them. "You're soaked," she said. His mop of dark brown hair plastered itself to his forehead as he whipped his head up to look at his perfectly put-together wife. Addison was surprised to see his bright blue eyes were full of remorse. "You forgot your keys again, didn't you?" He nodded. Sighing, she handed him the umbrella and dug inside her Luca Luca purse. Suddenly she felt raindrops hitting her head, and she raised her head to see that her husband had closed the umbrella and dropped it on the step behind him. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Now I'm getting wet!"
"I'm sorry," he breathed, taking in the sight of the beautiful woman that was his wife. As her red hair slowly matted itself to her head, her perfectly made-up pale blue eyes stood out even more. Her lips and her cheeks became more and more pink and flushed. "I was being unreasonable. Forgive me?"
Addison hated it when he played that card. He was romantic and sweet and knew exactly what to say to make her forgive him, and she was powerless to stop him. A small smile crept up on her face, as she said, "You were being unreasonable, but I guess I can't be mad at you if you have acknowledged that you were being an ass." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her small waist. "Stop it, you're getting me wet." She tried unsuccessfully to push his arms away from her.
"You're already soaked," he pointed out with amusement, "so why can't I do this?"
He leaned forward and placed a few feather kisses on the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her chin and her nose before kissing her fully on the mouth. Addison gave up trying to salvage her appearance and gave into the kiss, draping her arms lazily around his neck.
Addison jerked awake in bed and tried to sit up, only to be hindered by a weight around her waist. She looked down at her body and saw an arm lying across her stomach. Slowly, the details of the night returned to her and reassured her that it was, indeed, Kevin lying next to her.
Falling down onto her back once again, Addison turned her head to look at the digital clock on her bedside table. It was two o'clock in the morning. Two o'clock in the morning after she'd just had sex with Kevin for the first time, and all she could think about was a fight she had with her ex-husband years ago.
Damn you, Derek.
Addison turned back onto her side, struggling to go back to sleep.
Addison had waited all day on that stupid bench with that stupid picnic basket that she'd prepared by herself. She'd sat there for three hours before finally giving up. She picked up her stupid basket and walked away from the stupid bench. She rode the stupid ferry boat back to the stupid trailer and dumped the basket in the trash.
She took off her coat, hat, gloves and shoes and got in the shower otherwise fully dressed. Turning on the water, she faced the shower-head so the rush of water would rush away any evidence of the fact that she'd cried over that man. It's not like she should have expected anything else, not after the stupid, stupid thing she'd done.
Getting out of the shower, she peeled off her soaked clothes and deposited them in the hamper wrapped in a towel. She donned some dry clothes and began blow-drying her hair, figuring he would show by the time she was done. She spent over an hour drying her hair, and there was no sign of him.
Dusk had arrived, so Addison slipped on her Crocs, grabbed a clean dishtowel and made her way out onto the porch. Rain began falling, the water droplets just barely touching the tips of her shoes as she sat under the overhang, waiting for her husband to come home.
He finally drives up in his truck and walks slowly toward her, dripping from the rain.
"You didn't show," she declared, her voice shaky from the crying that had come and gone multiple times that day. He nodded, looking guilty. "I waited." Her voice cracked, and he looked down at his feet, unable to face his wife. "Derek, are you done?" He raised his head once more. "Hurting me back? I mean...'cause I need to know. Because if not...I gotta special order a thicker skin...or something..." she trailed off. She dropped her eyes to her hands as he sat down next to her.
She felt his eyes on her face before he whispered, "No anesthesia this time." Addison's eyes flickered to Derek's, hope shining in them for the first time since he'd taken her back. Derek started to lean in, and he quietly said, "Here we go," before touching his lips to hers.
The wind shifted and caused more rain to hit the couple, but for once, Addison didn't care as Derek wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
Sunlight hit Addison in the face at seven o'clock in the morning that Saturday. Grumbling, she shifted and buried her face in Kevin's chest so she could live in her dream just a little bit longer. Said chest began vibrating with laughter when he felt Addison roll into him, the sound of his voice making her eyes pop open.
She had wanted to keep dreaming about Derek that time. She had cuddled up to one man so she could keep dreaming about another!
What the hell was wrong with her?
A/N: I'm pretty sure I'm only going to make this a three-chapter arc, but I don't know. My fingers hardly ever follow my brain's plans. I just have one question: how the hell does Word not recognize the word Prada? That just screams travesty, to me. Anyone else? REVIEW!