"yeah? that right? what bet did you lose to end up volunteering here, huh?" He exhales slowly, adjusting his weight even on the bed as he gets a better look at her. "look at you, red, you are a sight for sore eyes." he tells her, that half grin appearing on his face again. "i'm sure you're makin' all the boys heads turn 'round here."

she can feel the warmth creep into her face as he takes a closer look at her. she's been on for over twelve hours and it shows. her hair is disheveled and falling out of its clip, and her scrubs are no better. still, she finds herself grinning again as he kindly compliments her regardless. red. that's a nickname she hasn't heard in a long time. " oh, i'm a mess. i haven't had a second to clean up all day. you look great. "

KATE WALSH as Addison Montgomery in GREYS ANATOMY (2005-2013) ‣ 2.06 “Into You Like A Train”

"What --...what the hell are y'doin here?"

and then he says her name — nickname — and suddenly she's smiling like a kid again, disbelief plain as day on her face. " oh my god. i can't believe it's you. " she can hardly think straight as she tucks a loose tendril of auburn hair behind her ear. " i work here. temporarily. volunteering. "

ADDISON MONTGOMERY in GREY'S ANATOMY 2x14 - Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

ADDISON MONTGOMERY in GREY'S ANATOMY 3x14 - Wishin' and Hopin'

she hadn't walked in here expecting much outside of a game plan for lunch, but she'd been a goner the second he'd eased her back against his desk and whispered unspeakable things into her ear. she is a strong woman, but she is not a saint. the way he fucks her hard enough to elicit sounds from her his office staff will never forget, the way he praises her, the way his hand wraps around her throat ... she can't help herself. she's panting hard as he slows, manicured fingers gripping the edge of his desk. " you feel so good. "

... but it would be hard pressed to say that what he was currently doing to Addison was anything but. Ben slides in and out, opting now for power more than speed, and being able to elicit those tantalizing moans from Addison has his own will frayerd at the edges as he presses his forehead against her back, controlling his breathing. "you are so tight, honey," Ben murmurs, his cock pulsing inside of her as she squeezes even tighter around him.

she normally has some type of regard for professionalism, some sense of decorum. but not right now. right now, she's stopped caring about anything but the way he's making her feel. her breath hitches in her throat as he hits just the right spot. " yes, right there. " a whimper follows as she pushes disheveled hair from her face.

" --- I'm not busy. 8pm okay? Will you -- ..." a pause, "Do you still have my number? I'll pick you up."

what is she getting herself into? this move back to new york was meant to be a fresh start, a new her, and yet she's already jumping at the chance to see a man she has no business seeing. still, by the time he confirms his schedule is clear, she's already too far gone. " yes, i should still have it. " absently, she shuffles her purse around. " i can, uh ... call you tomorrow? "

• You shouldn't be working this shift—you're running on fumes. • I need you to trust me right now, okay? Can you do that? • When was the last time you actually slept? • Your hands are shaking. Let me take over. • I can't lose another patient today. I can't. • You're not fine. Don't lie to me, I can read your vitals from here. • We did everything we could. Sometimes that's not enough. • I'm calling it. Time of death— • No, no, no. Come on. Stay with me. • You need to step back. You're too close to this case. • I saw what happened in there. Are you okay? • The family's asking for you. I think you should talk to them. • How long have you been covering up these symptoms? • I don't know how to tell them their kid didn't make it. • Your shift ended three hours ago. Go home. • I've never seen you panic like that before. • We have a code blue! • You can't save everyone. You know that, right? • I need two units of O-neg!  • Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? • I found you passed out in the supply closet. • You remember that patient from six months ago? They're back. • I think I'm having a panic attack.  • Congratulations, Doctor. First solo surgery, right? • The board's asking questions about what happened during that code. • I can't feel my hands anymore. • Someone needs to tell the attending they made the wrong call. • I'm not supposed to be treating family, but here we are. • Your patient in bed seven? That's my sister. • They're crashing—get the crash cart! • I need you to walk me through what went wrong. • You stayed with them. All night. Why? • I haven't eaten in fourteen hours and I'm starting to see double. • The transplant list just got longer and our donor didn't make it. • You can't keep taking the hard cases. It's killing you. • I heard you crying in the stairwell. • This is exactly the kind of case that ended your last relationship. • Your ex just got admitted to our floor. • I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do. It's palliative now. • You need to scrub out. Now. • I pulled a double and now I can't remember if I already gave that medication. • The family wants to sue. They're naming you specifically. • I know we said no relationships between attendings and residents, but— • You operated on them for eleven hours straight. • I'm not cleared to come back yet, but I'm here anyway. • Whose blood is that on your coat? • The on-call room is not for sleeping anymore, apparently. • You've been charting for three hours. Go take a break. • I made a mistake in there. A big one. • Your first loss always hits different, doesn't it? • They left AMA and now they're back, worse than before.

"I'd like for you to meet my...wife."

it's an odd predicament. she'd been so used to wearing a wedding ring on her finger for so many years that it had almost become a part of her, second nature. now, she's all too aware of the counterfeit sitting pretty on her manicured finger. pausing to fix her posture as they hit the doorway, the surgeon follows her coworker inside wearing her best charming smile. " mr. morrison, it's great to meet you. i'm sorry i wasn't able to stop in sooner. i'm dr. montgomery - callahan. " already, she nearly forgets to hyphenate the surname as she follows to shake the stranger's hand. god, he owes her for this.

               now   why   would   he   ever   turn   down   a   date   with   her?      how   often   do   they   actually   make   it   to   the   date?      robby   isn’t   even   sure,   because   usually   they   end   up   at   one   of   their   places   instead   of   going   to   dinner   because   the   need   is   too   great.      but   tonight   he   thinks   he   can   behave.      especially   because   he’s   actively   avoiding   eating   something   of   real   substance.      ❝   i   could   be   persuaded.   ❞      he   teases,   though   his   mind   is   already   made   up.      ❝   though   given   my   hours,   i   can’t   say   it’ll   be   anywhere   fancy.      god   only   knows   when   i’ll   actually   get   out   of   here.   ❞      his   times   differ   from   day   to   day.      sometimes   he   gets   off   on   time,   others   he’s   here   until   ten   or   later   depending   on   how   crazy   things   get.

it's almost funny to think about, just how long they've been seeing each other without really dating. not in the typical sense of the word, anyway. they still talk, laugh, eat, everything a true courtship entails — when they're not tangled up in the bedsheets. still, tonight she's determined to get them out in public ... if his schedule will allow it. " i can be very persuasive. " it's a risky comment that she never could have made around listening ears, especially with the way her lips pull back into a playful smile. " we'll play it by ear. i'd hate to be the reason the emergency department burns to the ground. "

I could tap-dance for you. Say the words. I will slap two tacks on the bottom of these shoes right now.