it's been a day from hell. and so naturally, when she'd gotten a page from karev, she'd assumed it was for something disastrous and befitting of the day. she's striding down the hall with purpose, ready for anything — except what comes next. " hey. what's going on? is everything okay? " it hasn't registered to her until he's dragging her into a darkened on - call room by the waistband of navy scrubs that she realizes exactly why she's here.
she shouldn't let it happen. not for a second time. she can't excuse a second time. he'd made it clear he didn't want her. but still she finds herself capturing his lips in a kiss that is both slow and insistent, and she's grabbing at the fabric of his scrub shirt before she thinks to break, to hesitate. " alex, we shouldn't keep doing this. "
@drkarev : 👔 alex pulls addison in for a kiss by her belt loops/waistband. like yesss lets hookup in the on-call room with your attending.
