Okay, yes, I know that there's another story that I'm in the middle of and should be working on (and I am working on it), but this just popped into my head and it won't leave me alone. I needed something fun and light-hearted so now we have this.

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ALL I WANT TO DO

Addison Montgomery had had a very long day. Make that a long week. All she wanted to do was have a good stiff drink then dinner with her best friend and attempt to de-stress. Addison cringed as she looked down at her watch. She was fifteen minutes late. Naomi was going to yell her head off; she was such a stickler for punctuality. Addison stepped into the bar and anxiously looked around for her friend. It wasn't a bar that they frequented regularly, but it was halfway between their summer internships and seemed like a good compromise. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she was the first one there. She smirked as she hopped up on the barstool and placed her bag on the one next to her, saving it. She would get to fuss at Naomi for a change.

Addison looked around the bar as she waited. There was a boisterous group of jocks at the end of the bar doing shots, what looked like the beginnings of a bachelorette party in the back, and a group of college kids who seemed to be involved in a heated discussion regarding the latest music. She sighed and drummed her fingers on the scarred wood of the bar. As fifteen minutes turned into thirty she began to get a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

This was not the relaxing evening she was hoping for.

She ordered a glass of red wine to pass the time. That day at work she had received another bouquet from Steven asking her back. She thought that he would have gotten the hint when she refused to return his calls and instructed her doorman not to allow him in. The note attached said that his favorite girl deserved her favorite flowers. He sent daisies. At least he remembered that there was a connection between Addison and daisies. Unfortunately, the connection was that she was allergic to them. She had sneezed all afternoon.

On the bright side she was able to observe a C-section and a natural twin birth so that was a good end to the day. It was thrilling to think that in three short days she would be starting medical school. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration. Addison again checked her watch; Nai was now forty minutes late. This was very unlike her and Addison was starting to get worried. What if she was hurt or had an accident? Her pulse started to increase. She really wished that Nai had a cell phone.

Addison started as her own cell phone rang. She pulled the large device out of her bag. "Hello?"

"Hey, Addison."

"Naomi," she breathed a sigh of relief, "Is everything okay? I was starting to get worried."

"Yea, sorry I-" Naomi giggled, "I was, um, distracted."

"Well, where are you?"

"I'm still at Sam's." The phone was then covered and she heard a muffled "Stop that."

"What do you mean, you're still at Sam's? We're supposed to be having dinner."

Another giggle. "I know, I'm sorry, but…he made me these cupcakes."

"Cupcakes? You're ditching me for cupcakes?" Addison asked, her voice inadvertently rising.

"Well, they're chocolate, with chocolate chips."

"You cannot be serious."

"What's the problem?"

"We haven't seen each other in two weeks because you've been holed up at his place and now you're ditching me for freaking cupcakes?" she practically shrieked. Addison felt a migraine coming on. Ever since Naomi had started dating Samuel Bennett, Addison felt like she had lost her best friend. She needed someone to talk to, someone who could help her with getting Steven off her back, block her mother's calls, and assist her in forgetting the most recent memory of walking in on her father and his latest secretary.

"Addison, you're being a little ridiculous."

"Now you're calling me ridiculous?"

"Why are you so upset?"

"Because I'm being stood up for a dessert?"

"Okay, could you put Addison on the phone please?"

"Enjoy your cupcakes." Addison sneered, then punched the end button and slammed the phone onto the bar. She took a deep breath and drained her glass. "I'll have another glass of wine," she stated, while returning her phone to her bag.

The bartender placed his book down as he reached for the bottle. "Please," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me?" she replied with an arched eyebrow.

"I'll have another glass of wine, please."

Addison glanced around, "Um, are you allowed to talk to me like that?"

"Yep, pretty sure I am," he replied refilling her glass. "Enjoy."

"Thank you."

"Derek. Thank you, Derek." He returned the bottle to its place and retrieved his novel.

"Okay, I'm sure you think you're all cute and charming," she snapped, "but I'm not really in the mood."

"I'm not really in the mood, Derek." He smirked.

"Look, I'm not a complete bitch, I just had a fight with someone," she replied defensively.

"Yea, I heard. Boyfriend?"

Addison sputtered, "That's none of your concern!"

He gave her another once over, "Girlfriend?" He paused when she didn't reply. "Baker?"

Both eyebrows shot up, "Baker?" she repeated incredulously.

"The cupcakes." He shrugged, "I gave it a shot."

Addison smirked and swirled her wine glass before taking a sip. "So what are you reading?"

"I'm a bartender, what else would I read but Hemingway?"

"So what, you're a bartender and a comic?"

He just grinned at her over his book, which the cover proclaimed to be The Sun Also Rises. She in turn rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her wine.

"Hey, c'mon slow down. That's our best Merlot." Addison reached into her bag for her wallet, but he stopped her, "Nah, it's on the house."

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well, I'm hoping it will give you incentive to stick around and chat. If you leave, then I have to listen to that group at the end of the bar discuss Color Me Badd and the tragedy that was Milli Vanilli."

Addison allowed a brief smile to flit across her face, "Or, you know, you could not eavesdrop at all."

"Well, yeah, but that would make for an extremely dull night." He leaned against the bar across from her, "Please? I'm pleading with you." He gave her his best puppy dog face.

She chuckled and looked away shaking her head, but when she looked back he was still staring at her with that little smile. And as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that she couldn't quite place, but felt the unexplainable urge to explore. Any other time she would have told this guy "thanks, but no thanks" paid for her drinks and left, but something was holding her back. Plus, she was pissed off and lonely, and this guy was pretty nice to look at, so she relented.

"Alright," she stated picking up her glass once again. "I suppose I've got a little time." Addison had never just gone with the flow in her life. She figured it was time to live a little. What's the worst that could happen?

Addison had no idea what she was doing.

Well, that's a lie, she knew what she was doing, she just wasn't sure how they got here.

Here, being the bedroom of her posh Manhattan apartment which she shared with Naomi. And the what, well, Addison Montgomery was in the middle of the best sex of her life. She had already come twice and her wonderful bartender was serving her up another screaming orgasm.

She was having a one night stand. This was absolutely insane. She was from Connecticut, for Pete's sake, she didn't do one-night stands.

Except apparently she did.

He lengthened his strokes and she unconsciously arched her back pushing her further into him, and as he swiveled his hips she let loose a string of expletives that she never knew she knew. Addison had never been very loud in bed (she would moan softly and usually gives a good orgasm alert), but right now she was desperately hoping that Naomi did not decide to come home tonight because she was pretty sure she was going to wake the whole building. He kept her teetering on the edge for what felt like an eternity, and when he finally allowed her her release she felt like fireworks were exploding inside her.

Afterwards, she was vaguely aware of the covers being pulled up around her as she rolled onto her side. Tomorrow, she would be able to enumerate all the reasons why this was a really bad idea, but right now she couldn't keep her eyes open. She sighed contentedly and was vaguely aware of an arm coming around her waist as she drifted off to sleep.

Okay so originally this was just one long chapter, but I split it because I thought it worked better as two. So here's the deal, you review and I post the next chapter by Monday (pending reviews). You have my guarantee (barring any unforeseen circumstance). Alright, so you know what to do…click on the link.