A/N: Okay, I'm going to do this before the story, because I can't really talk about the end.

I'm not going to lie to you. This is very long. Eighteen pages. Almost 10,000 words. It took like a month to write and a month to revise. I might recommend reading it in parts, because I don't want you to get bored. But I don't think you will anyways.

Just a few notes, which will make sense when you read the story: (1) Sorry about some of the Addison/Derek. It's not meant to be romantic, if it comes out that way. But, this story is safely and securely Addex. (2) I had to include Aphrodite in the last chapter. The stuff about her might seem a little displaced. (3) If you haven't read Bunnicula, you won't get a few jokes. There's plenty more to go around. (4) I found an Italian word and added chicken to the beginning of it. It's not a real dish. I made it up so don't ask me for the recipe. :) (5) If these storylines have been done before, I'm sorry. I hope I put enough spin on them to make them mine. (6) The sex in the bathroom is a true story. One of those crazy spring break stories from a senior in high school. I was like "Hmm. That's going to happen to Addison and Alex." (7) The end of this should really be rated M. So if you don't want to read it, then don't. Sorry if it's a bit awkward. I had to write a little and then minimize whenever anyone else entered the room. (8) I've had an idea how I was going to end this for a while now. But then it didn't sound right. So I changed it. And it still doesn't sound right. But, I can't fix it. So, it's going to be a symbol. The ending is imperfect, like the characters. (9) Look for the sequel. Which I might do or I might not. Let's see if I can be inspired at all after this monster of a chapter. (10) Most importantly, enjoy the story. Thanks for reading and please review! It just might be the last you ever see of me.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 or 2

Right Kind of Wrong

Chapter 10: Baby, You're the Right Kind of Wrong

Know all about
About your reputation
And how its' bound to be a heartbreak situation

The surgeons at Seattle Grace Hospital were nervous for the much-anticipated Burke/ Yang wedding. Every article of clothing was meticulously chosen. (Addison and Izzie, obviously).

Appointments were made at hair salons days in advance. (Derek had decided it was time for a trim and Mark needed highlights.)

Last minute grape-fruit diets were attempted. (Okay, only one. Attempted by Callie.)

Dates were set in stone, according to Cristina and Burke. They outwardly refused to change the seating order any more. This was fine, as order and balance were once again restored to the relationships of Seattle Grace.

Callie agreed to attend the wedding with George after numerous apologies and a plethora of chocolates and flowers.

Derek and Meredith (Now officially dubbed "The Golden Couple" were also back together. As soon as Meredith had mumbled something about forgiveness and trust, Derek had scooped her up in his arms and marched around the hospital in joy.

Alex and Addison were back to their almost-too-much-public-displays-of-affection-but-still-cute selves. Alex even took Addison out to shop for a dress. However, after seeing her for the first time in the dressing room, Alex had threatened to rip the expensive dress right off of her body. Needless to say, Addison hid it from Alex under Meredith's bed.

Izzie accepted Mark's invitation. They drove each other crazy for a while, but the knots worked themselves out.

It is the day of the Cristina and Burke's wedding. Despite Cristina's protests, Burke has planned an extravagant wedding and reception. The line to get into the church is like the red carpet, with cameras flashing and guests hurrying about. The best-dressed women are easily spotted in exquisite colors and intricate hairstyles. All the men look the same, clad in black and drooling after their dates. Addison and Alex arrive awkwardly with Mark. Alex tries to keep his hands to himself, but it is impossible for him. Mark's eyes scan the crowd, looking for Izzie, but she is nowhere to be found.

Derek rushes threw the crowd of people, searching for a glimpse of fiery red hair. Then he spots Addison. " Addison!" he yells and waves over all the guests. She sees him and grabs Alex's hand. It's difficult to force her way and his through all the people, but somehow she manages. For some reason, everyone is crowded outside of the church. It's impossible to hear your own voice, so everyone must shout. Addison yells into Derek's ear "Where is everyone?!"

Derek just motions inside. He doesn't want to strain his voice. As soon as they are safely in, Addison compliments Derek's hair. "It looks perfect." Derek tries to touch it up a little with his hands. He almost starts yelling again, but stops himself. "The women, I think, might need your help. It sounds like chaos in there." He shows Addison the way to the ladies' room, where all the bridesmaids are changing. There is a lot of noise coming from the room. Addison kisses Alex's cheek and tells him to save her a seat in the front row. He smiles and lets her enter the room.

Before Addison even steps into the land of scattered makeup and hairspray, she feels overwhelmed. With only a half-hour to go, no one has their dresses on, half make-up and hair are done, and everyone is crying. "Damn." Addison swears under her breath. No one has noticed her presence yet. Callie is the first one to see her. " Addison!" She shouts, tears streaming down her face. She reaches for Addison and falls on to the ground, which just makes her, cry more.

Addison waves her hands above her head. "Can anyone tell me what has happened here?" A small roar of answers comes from the group of women huddled together. Addison silences them. "One at a time, please!"

Addison's surprised to see Cristina shed a tear at all. Normally, she would have figured Cristina as the kind of person who wouldn't be caught dead with so much as a drop of water in her eye. Now, her makeup is smudged and her dress is mangled. But, seeing as Cristina is the bride, she should be the one to explain. "Well-" Cristina says between sobs. "I was thinking how huge this is and how I'm going to be Mrs. Preston Burke in a little while. Not Dr. Cristina Yang. Mrs. Preston Burke will be my name. I belong to a man and I'm happy about it! Sometime over the past year I've changed! I've gone soft! Now, look at me! I'm crying!!! What kind of alternate universe is this?!"

Addison tried to calm Cristina down. "Cristina, you know you can keep your name if you want to. Your relationship status does not affect your performance in the OR. You CAN get married and you will. You will be fine." She sits Cristina down in a chair. "Now, your hair is okay. Just fix your make-up a little and we'll see what we can do about that dress." She gives Cristina a little push towards the mirror.

Addison turns to Izzie. "And what is your problem?" Izzie looks at Cristina, who is hurriedly fixing her appearance. "Cristina was crying, so I started crying. And then-" She stopped talking for a second to catch her breath. "-I realized that I hate Mark!!" Izzie continues to suck in air at a rapid pace. Oh, boy Addison thought. She places her hands on Izzie's shoulders. "Izzie! Mark isn't that bad."

Izzie nods. "Yes he is! He's egotistical and all he wants is sex!" I just want to be in love again!

Addison looks at Izzie like she's insane. "And you're complaining? At least he's not withholding sex. Imagine how terrible that would be. He loves you and he's so turned on that he has to have you every time he looks at you. He's not egotistical. He's the kind of man who would..." Addison tries to think of something. "...for example, be the kind of guy who buys a calendar when you find out that you're pregnant just to mark the due date. And he would buy the baby a cute little onesie..." Addison fans her face. Damn it. I can't cry. Not now.

Izzie looks up at her. "Speaking from experience?"

Addison answers quickly. "Uh...kind of but we'll talk about that later. Fix your hair and, for God's sake, put on a dress!" Izzie had been sitting in a chair with only her bra and underpants on. She quickly pulls a dress over her head and went to work on her makeup.

Addison moves to Callie, who is still sitting on the floor. Callie isn't crying anymore, but she has a look of depression painted on her face. Addison kneels down to Callie's height. "And what's the matter with you? Boyfriend trouble too?"

Callie shakes her head. Tears start to well in her eyes. "No!" She clamps her hands over her mouth and Addison can't hear what she says. "What?"

Callie frees her hand from her face. "I'm fat." she whispers. Addison rolls her eyes. Here we go again. Okay. Self-esteem speech. Addison sits down next to Callie on the tile floor. "Callie, you are perfect just the way you are. You shouldn't change just because America has imposed an unachievable self-image-"

Callie cuts her off and whispers "Not America. THEM." She points around the room to the other girls. "Everyone else gets the extra small dresses that say ' Chico' on the label. My label says 'GRANDE'." She pointed to the label on the dress in her hands. "George likes IZZIE and MEREDITH and their stupid size zero jeans. I only ate grapefruit for a whole week in preparation and still-"

"No, no, no." Addison kneels behind Callie and rubs her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong. George told me just as I came in here that-" She was going to have to lie. "-that you looked the most beautiful in your dress."

"Really?" Callie sniffles and shrugs her knees up to her chest. "He said that?"

Addison hesitates a little. "...Yes. He did." Note to self: Tell George that he thinks Callie looks the most beautiful in her dress. Addison grabs Callie dress from her hands. "Here. Put it on." Callie stands up and Addison pushes Callie's arms and head through the dress. After pulling the dress completely over Callie's body, they stand next to each other and look in the mirror. Addison smoothes out the wrinkles. "Now, look. You're gorgeous."

"I guess." Callie still doesn't look very confident. Izzie, who is pinning her hair up says "I think you look great, Callie." She smiles at Callie.

Did Izzie Stevens just compliment me? Maybe Cristina was right. We're living in an alternate universe. Callie thanks her anyways and sits back down in her chair. Addison tells her to put her makeup on. "And I'll help you put up your hair later."

Finally, Addison turns her attention to Meredith. This has the potential to be very awkward. But we've pulled through the awkwardness before. Remember the car? The ride turned out okay, although we did reveal some of our most personal secrets. That wouldn't work today. Addison takes a deep breath. Okay. Focus on Meredith. I wonder what she's complaining about. Derek, maybe? If she wants to talk about sex with Derek, I'm going to shoot myself. Hesitantly, she walks over to Meredith. "Okay, Meredith. Why are you crying?" Addison prepares herself for a long list of ailments. She knows that Meredith loved to complain. But, Meredith just looks around. "Everyone else was crying."

"That's it?!" Addison exclaims. I can't believe Meredith wasted this much time. Meredith could have been helping the others, or- Meredith swings out her feet and holds them in front of Addison. "My feet hurt."

Addison looks at her, as if to say "Seriously?" She takes one look at the shoes and realizes the problem. "Jesus, Meredith. You have your shoes on the wrong feet."

Meredith blushes. "Really?" Addison pulls each shoe off and helps Meredith put them on right. Meredith stands up with an embarrassed look on her face. She offers an excuse. "My vision was blurred from all of the tears..." Addison looks like she doesn't believe Meredith anyway, so Meredith stops there. "Can we just pretend that this didn't happen?" Addison nods.

Addison looks around at all the women working together to get ready. She's pleased with her work. Then, she checks her watch. FIVE MINUTES TO GO!! Addison yells at them "Hurry!! We have to get going!"

Luckily for Cristina, Addison is excellent at multi-tasking in a dire situation. With hairspray in one hand and lipstick in another, she's ready to go.

But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much

Addison exits the dressing room with the procession. When she enters the sanctuary, she realizes that all the guests have already sat down. She scans the room for Alex. She spots him in the second or third row from the front. It's quiet as everyone anxiously waits for the wedding to begin. Addison begins to walk down the center aisle. The floor is wooden and her shoes are spiky, which is not a good match. She's going to attract a lot of attention with all that noise. So, in an effort to make the best of this, she throws back her shoulders and struts down the aisle like a model on a runway. She suddenly sees flashes and hears music. "No!!" She yells. "Not yet! I'm not part of the wedding." The photographers and musicians are confused, but they stop their action. She continues down the aisle. Alex is covering his face with his hand, trying not to laugh too loudly. Mark sits on the other side of him, with an amused expression on his face.

Addison tries to act like nothing embarrassing just happened. "What?" She sits down next to Alex and he wraps his arm around her waist. He kisses her. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

With Addison so close to him, he forgets about teasing her. Now, all of his focus is on her exposed skin. For this reason, Alex's loves Addison's dress. He knows that she picked it just for him. It's dark green- his favorite color. But the best part, according to Alex, is the absence of cloth on her shoulders and upper chest: The dress is strapless. He takes advantage of this fact and begins to nibble on her shoulder. He's got a nice view down her cleavage. Mark taps Alex on the arm. "Dude- you should stop. Everyone is staring at you guys." Everyone is staring AGAIN Mark thinks. Horny teenagers. Alex reluctantly pulls his mouth off of Addison. She groans quietly, missing his touch, so he hugs her closer.

Preston is already standing in the front of the sanctuary by the altar. He looks slightly nervous. Addison nods to him, letting him know that everything worked out. Noise is heard in the back of the sanctuary and everyone seated turns around. The three bridesmaids appear. George, Derek, and Joe wait for them. Callie walks down with Joe first. When she reaches Addison's row, she smiles shakily. Addison points to her hair and whispers to Alex "I did that." Alex smiles. "Good job. She looks beautiful."

Addison replies "I know."

Izzie and Derek are next. Seeing Derek, in this setting, reminds Addison of her own wedding. Sometimes, she missed married life. Being completely committed in every way- it was so romantic. It's too bad that it doesn't last.

Derek gives her a McDreamy smile. Little does she know, he's thinking the same thing she is. Addison turns back around to Alex and kisses him on the lips. As much as she misses being married, she loves the element of surprise with Alex. It's like a second chance at not failing. Who knows? Maybe they will get married someday.

The last two down the aisle are Meredith and George. Preston surprised everyone by electing George as his best man. Except for George. George wasn't surprised. He knew he would always be Burke's "Guy". (In a strictly platonic view). Meredith and George smile at each other. They're so happy right now, in this moment. Both wish it would last forever. Meredith is finally in a good place and Callie is giving George a second chance. As if that wasn't enough, they're here, together as friends, to celebrate the love between their best friends. Derek has never seen Meredith smile this much. On an everyday basis, Meredith's smile is a rare occurrence. Derek just doesn't realize that as her grin widens, so does his.

The musicians get ready to start the bridal song. Christina is pacing outside the sanctuary doors. She knows there are two hundred people out there. Those two hundred people will see her in a white fluffy dress if she walks through those doors. Her stepfather stands there, watching her. He's amazed, but he's never really taken the time to get to know Cristina. He wouldn't be so surprised if he had. "Cristina." He clears his throat nervously. "Are you ready? I think they're about to start."

Cristina gets a weird look on her face, just like she looked when Burke keyed her. "Ready? Are you crazy?! I'll never be ready."

The music starts and Cristina stops before the doorway of the sanctuary. She didn't realize the magnitude of two hundred people. She gulps. It takes a hard shove between her shoulder blades before she starts walking. She glares at her stepfather, who's smiling at everyone already. She takes his arm and pulls him quickly to the front. Their feet move off-beat to the song, but Cristina doesn't care. She just wants to get this over with so she can take off the dress.

As soon as she sees Burke, her demeanor calms. She smiles at him and he's relieved because, really, he just wants her to be happy. The wedding progresses smoothly until the pastor decides to give a sermon. The sermon runs about forty minutes long and brings the previously seamless transitions to a halt. The wedding party grows fidgety, along with the guests. Addison and Alex find ways to amuse themselves, but Mark is too busy making eyes at Izzie to scold them. Meredith and Derek's eyes meet a few times, but Derek soon finds himself staring off into space. After the first twenty minutes, Mark, Addison, and Alex all decide to play a game of dots. George and Callie are familiar with the sign language alphabet and start signing dirty words back and forth discretely. It takes all of their willpower not to laugh. What they don't know is that Burke's mama had a deaf sister. She's scowling at them, but secretly, she finds it entertaining.

The pastor realizes that he's somewhat sidetracked and he continues on with the wedding. When the time has come for the Burke to "kiss his bride", Cristina panics. They didn't talk about how they were going to do this. Tongue? No tongue? A quick peck on the lips? On the cheek? What's going to happen? Burke obviously knows what he's doing. He pulls her close and presses his lips to hers for a second, then releases. They walk back down the main aisle as the pastor pronounces them "Man and wife." Normally, the terminology would bother Cristina, but today, she's too giddy to notice. All two hundred guests applaud them as they ascend up the aisle.

As everyone is exiting the church, they are handed a small plastic bottle and a bubble wand. Back when the wedding was still in the planning stages, Preston and Derek previously discussed this delicate (according to Preston) subject matter. Preston had originally wanted to go with the traditional rice. Derek warned him that rice didn't seem as soft as it looked. "The sharp pellets could puncture your eye, or ruin your tuxedo. There would always be that little kid who thought it was funny to throw a bunch of rice really hard at your face. You don't want pictures of you closing your eyes and shielding your face." Preston immediately agreed to go with bubbles. It was more romantic anyway. Bubbles are like clouds...

Well, Preston never thought about the clouds popping in his face and plastering sticky liquid all over it. One even got in his eye, so he was still closing his eyes and shielding his face. As he follows Cristina into the limo, Derek mouths an "I'm sorry."

It's safe to say that Preston didn't really think about it on the way to the reception. He had other things on his mind. Like finding his way through the big white poofy dress Cristina was wearing. If he ever got married again, his wife would be wearing something that allowed him to feel her up.

Loving you isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you

Surprisingly, at the reception, everyone was happy with the seating arrangements. Preston felt very proud. Everyone sits down where each calligraphic name card assigns them. Preston, Cristina, Derek, Meredith, Addison, Alex, George, Callie, Izzie, and Mark all sit at the same table. The first course is a traditional salad. George gives his tomatoes to Callie. Addison shares her croutons with Alex. Meredith and Derek practically switch salads, eating more off the other's plate than their own. Mark doesn't share food, so Izzie feels kind of left out. Burke wonders if it would have been easier to have a communal bowl of salad and takes note of this for the next time he hosts this particular group.

At this point in the meal, Addison calls her snake-sitter. Previously that week she had called Derek's nephew asked him to stay with Aphrodite. He willingly agreed. (Addison was known for tipping generously.) He reported back that Aphrodite was doing just fine. The snake was currently slithering around the house, hunting mice. He's keeping a close eye on her. Addison reminds him "Jack, you must know that Aphrodite is an independent female and if she wants to hunt mice, then she damn well can." She thanks him for his services and in compensation, she whispers the code to the "adult channels". He can enjoy himself once he puts Aphrodite to bed in her cage. He thanks her profusely, ensuring the job will be done to her satisfaction. Addison smiles to herself and hangs up the phone. The nephew has always taken after Derek. While thinking of the similarities between Derek and his nephew, Addison is reminded of a much more humorous topic. As the table waits for their main course, she smiles at Derek and he gets a worried look on his face. He knows Addison's grins by heart. This particular smile can only mean one thing: Addison is about to tell an extremely humiliating story about him. The last time he saw this smile, Addison had revealed Derek's irrational fear of white rabbits. After reading Bunnicula, he was never the same. "It's a legitimate fear!" Derek had claimed. "You never read the book. It was the most frightening experience of my life."

Derek prepares himself for a similar experience and shifts in his seat.

Addison sees him tense and laughs. "So, Derek, your hair looks nice. Did you go to that salon on Main Street? You know, the one that does manicures and pedicures too. I swear I saw you there."

Everyone chuckles, except for Mark. He lets out a nervous laugh. Derek stuffs his hands under the table to conceal his perfectly groomed nails. Derek looks down at his napkin and prays that the main course will be arriving soon.

Addison is pleased with herself. Wow! They're laughing. I'm entertaining them. All eyes are on her, so she continues "Didn't you know that Derek used to beg his mother to take him to the salon with her?"

Damn it. Jack must have told her about that. He promised that he wouldn't tell on me! He should have thought Derek sinks down in his chair, along with Mark. Mark knows that he used to accompany Derek on these frequent trips. He wonders why Addison is sparing him.

Derek begins to plot a verbal comeback. Addison will probably carry on with her sudden stand-up comedy act unless I stop her. He needs something big. As he looks around the table, a light bulb goes off in his head. He sits up and stares Addison down. " Addison. How does it feel to have all the men you've ever slept with at the same table?"

He says it loudly. An uncomfortable silence passes as everyone looks at him and Addison. Mark starts to laugh and Addison scowls at him and Derek. No one speaks until Izzie blurts out. "YOU have only slept with three men?"

Derek nods at Izzie and Addison blushes a little. Alex doesn't really know what to think. Addison looks around the table at the shocked faces. "What? Is that so hard to believe?"

An affirmative chorus of "Yes"'s echoes. George starts to speak "We mean, you're- you're, well…" And for lack of a better word, George utters. "You're hot." His words stumble again and he looks down at his plate. "I mean, you look like that…"He gestures loosely to her dress and body. Alex, Addison, and Callie all stare at him intently, accusing him of jealousy and sexual harassment. "Okay, I'm just going to shut up now."

Meanwhile, Mark is finding it hard to keep a straight face. Addison explains sarcastically "Actually, I wasn't exactly the most beautiful person in the world, back in college..."

Alex is stunned by her revelation. Addison had seemed so experienced and mature. I guess, she did have a lot of experience. She was married for eleven years. And it's not like it's a bad thing. I mean, I should feel lucky. I'm one of the three men who have gotten to share that incredible experience with her. Alex rubs her back. "You don't have to explain. It's romantic that you waited until you were married."

Addison becomes frustrated with everyone. They were assuming everything! At this moment, she really hated Derek. Sometimes our banter isn't funny, just hurtful. "It wasn't like that! I had sex before I was married. I'm not that much of a prude."

Alex backs away, surprised at her outburst. " Addison! I didn't say anything about that. I complimented you."

Addison's face is flushed and she apologizes to him. "I'm sorry. I just feel..." Self-conscious, she wants to say. But not in front of everyone. All the interns, particularly Alex, are known for their obsession with "feeding the beast".

Derek regrets bringing the subject up. He didn't mean to cause a fight and he especially didn't mean to inflict harm on Addison's self-esteem. "Alex is right. You don't have to explain. It makes me feel special to know that you trusted me when we were dating. I liked being your first."

Addison looks down and Mark can't hold it back any longer. He bursts out in laughter. I can't believe Addison never told him! Everyone, except for Derek, turns their gaze toward him. Derek's eyes don't leave Addison's trembling figure. "Addison..." His voice shakes. " Addison. You told me that I was your first that night. You said that."

Everyone senses the tension between the two, but Callie is the only one who decides to do something about it. This would be a good time to intervene, before everything blows out of proportion. "Okay, time for a new topic. So, how about those Mariners? Anyone see the game?"

No one speaks as Derek's eyes attack Addison's guilty conscience. Callie smiles awkwardly. "Okay, we can talk about that later." she mutters. George holds her hand and whispers "Nice try, honey. But I don't think we're going to get anywhere. We should just let them fight it out."

Addison won't look up because she knows everyone is watching them. Mark smirks in the background. The air around them grows thick with anxiety and distrust. Derek's face is red, in contrast to the white pale of Addison's face. Derek's control is stretching and he's about to explode.

Meredith decides to open the communication lines between Addison and Derek. She touches Derek's arm. "Derek." She pauses. "I think that she might have lied to you back then. Just a guess." She leaves it at that, but it's obvious to everyone else. Derek's jaw clenches. "I know, Meredith." he hisses.

Callie leans toward Addison. "Seriously? You lied to him about that?" Addison shrugs. "I'll fill you in later."

"Addison!" Derek whines.He finally lets out the breath he's been holding.

Oh God. Here it comes. Addison leans into Alex, looking for comfort. He wraps his arms around her, sensing that she will be needing him in the upcoming moments.

Mark crosses his arms. He can't believe that it took Derek this long to figure it out. "Come on, Derek. Seriously. Did you think that she was just randomly sitting outside our door the day you guys met?"

Derek points at Mark, baffled. "She was waiting for you?" He whips around to face Addison. "You slept with him before me?!"

Mark nods, proudly. "Freshman year. I was her first." Mark puts special emphasis on the "I".

"Mark!" Addison complains. "Stop it." She turns to Derek. "I was drunk. It was a mistake. Really, it shouldn't even count."

Derek taps his fingers on the table. "But it does. If you were drunk, why were you waiting outside our dorm room? Couldn't get enough?"

Addison doesn't want to make him any angrier, but Derek is really testing her temper. She tries to speak quietly. "I left some stuff in your room after the first time, but Derek, I swear: That was the only time before the affair."

Derek's mind can't comprehend what he was hearing. The whole situation seemed like it was foreshadowing for the affair.

Addison recovers fast. "But then I met you. And I liked you better. It changed my life."

She's trying to cover up, but Derek isn't going to let her win. "You liked me better? So, because of that fact, we got married and then you LIED to me. And then you decided..." Derek mimics her in a high-pitched "girly" voice. "I guess I don't like him better anymore. I think I'll sleep with Mark!" Derek spits out Mark's name.

All the other guests at the table just witness the scene with wide eyes. They've never seen Derek so unglued about such a childish matter. Their heads bob back and forth between Addison and Derek as they each speak in turn, very similar to a tennis match.

Now, it is Addison's turn to hit the ball and she intents to slam it into his face. She's enraged at Derek's immaturity. Didn't he learn anything in marriage counseling? When arguing, never bring up past conflicts.

Look at him. He loves to have everyone is staring at him. He's such an attention hog. "I can't believe you brought that back up. You promised we were over it. Why does it matter to you anyway? It happened so long ago."

Derek's mouth blurts out the next few words before he has a chance to think about them. "That night may not be significant to you, but it's significant to me. It was the night that I decided to propose to you. It was MY first time."

A gasp is heard around the table. Callie points to Derek and whispers to George "Did he just say...?" George's mouth drops open and he stutters. "I- I think so." Callie sits back. "Jeez. At my high school, people had sex all the time." George eyes her curiously and then returns his focus back to Derek. Callie screws up her face. I just sounded like a complete slut. "When I say 'people', I mean not me, by the way." George looks at her and wonders. "So, how many people have YOU slept with?" Callie breaks eye contact with him and George grows nervous. Am I going to get syphilis again? She clasps their hands together. "Let's talk about this later." George decides to drop the subject. "Okay."

After Derek's revealing news, Meredith tugs on his sleeve. "So you're saying the only two women you've ever slept with are Addison and me."

Derek responds quietly. "Yes." He buries his face in his hands. Mark starts laughing again. He stops when he realizes he's the only one making any noise. It's funny he thinks. McDreamy's only slept with two women in his lifetime. Actually, that kind of fits his name. Maybe I should be more like that.

Nah.

Addison is glad to hear that her magic number isn't the smallest at Seattle Grace. She sympathizes with Derek. Not wanting to embarrass him, she whispers "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Derek looks up. He's made a complete fool of himself and the joke has flipped him over on his ass. "Hello?!" He speaks as if this is obvious information. "I'm the GUY. I'm supposed to be experienced. And..." he adds. "...I really wanted to get some. I was afraid you wouldn't sleep with me."

Addison frowns and Meredith glares at him. That was a bad sentence to say in front of your ex-wife and girlfriend. Derek scratches his head. "I mean- I wanted to show you how much I loved you and valued our relationship."

Addison smiles. "Much better."

Meredith grabs Derek by the shoulders and turns him toward her. "That is SO hot." She pulls him down and his lips crash onto hers. She thrusts her tongue into his mouth and clenches her fist in his shirt. Derek allows her to take control, completely oblivious to the rest of the table.

Preston leans into Cristina. "So this is why you inters call him McDreamy." Cristina ignores him. Her attention is absorbed in the Meredith/Derek make out session.

Then, suddenly, Cristina turns to Burke. She smiles mischievously and strokes his arm. "You know what? I think they're trying to steal our thunder." Preston squints at her in confusion. "Our what?" Cristina nods in their direction. "I think we ought to give them a run for their money. Let's get the party started!" Obviously, Cristina sipped too much wine during the salad course. Without a warning, Cristina grabs Burke and dips him into her lap. His mouth is already open, so she starts massaging his tongue with hers right away. Normally, he wouldn't let her lead, but today is their wedding day. Cristina could do anything she wanted.

The other couples gaze at Meredith and Derek and Cristina and Burke. Addison turns to Alex. "I believe they made this a competition." She smirks at him and Alex wraps an arm around her. "Well, I've never said no to a challenge." He pulls her close and begins suckling on her bottom lip.

Before they know it, everyone at the table has their tongue down someone else's throat. Classic Seattle Grace behavior. But, soon, their giggles and moans are heard by nearby tables. A murmur of suspicion arises from the entire room. Richard stands up to see what all the commotion is about. He spots the wedding party table in the center of the room. A familiar nagging feeling returns to his mind. He always experiences this when he catches his staff members in promiscuous acts.

But this is all of them.

AT THE SAME TIME.

Is that a heart attack I feel coming on? Nope. Just a painful combination of terror, embarrassment, and anger. WHAT are they doing? Frankly, after what all has happened this year, Richard wouldn't be surprised if an orgy broke out in the middle of the reception sometime soon. Richard, you're got to calm yourself. Deep breaths. Good air in, bad air out. Richard marches to the table, but before he can say a word, the main course arrives.

The flustered couples of surgeons all look up at him. He settles for a shake of his finger and a cold death stare that could freeze fire. He thinks he got his point across. A unanimous sigh of relief is heard from the entire wedding party. Callie mutters "It looks like we've been saved by Chicken Pinzimonio."

That I should try to be strong

The meal is eaten in silence, except for a few necessary anecdotes required to keep the conversation flowing. After the last bit of chicken is picked apart, the doctors grow deadly bored again, waiting for the dessert. At that moment, Addison decides that it would be funny to play with Alex's mind a little. She drops her hand to his thigh. He reaches down and holds it under the table in his lap. She leans into him to get a better reach for exactly what she wants.

The two look perfectly innocent from everyone else's point of view. Preston is describing a surgery that he performed a while ago. Alex tries to pay attention, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with Addison rubbing him close to where he really needs it. Addison gives him a long kiss on the neck. Then, Alex jumps a little when she finally grabs him. He pulls her hand off of him and holds it above the table. " Addison, what do you think you're you doing?" he whispers.

"Nothing." Addison replies in a sweet little girl's voice and giggles. She puts her hand back and he shifts a little, trying to move her hand. He realizes that Addison will not be deterred on her mission. Okay, time for Plan B. I'll just have to pretend I'm not about to hand over all control to Addison. Then, she'll stop. Maybe. Hopefully. Alex tries to keep a straight face while Addison works her magic, but it is impossible at that level of arousal and his face twists. Izzie finally notices. "Alex, are you okay?"

Everyone turns to look at him. Addison continues on with her business and Alex is forced to reply. "I'm just not feeling well."

Preston pipes up. "If you're going to be sick, would you mind turning to the left or right?"

Now, everyone looks at Preston. He holds out his hands in defense. "What?! The tablecloths were very expensive!"

Alex props up an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his hand. "Nope. I'm good. Thanks... Preston." Preston eyes him curiously for a moment, and Alex wonders if he's about to get caught. But Preston resumes his previous conversation, as he likes it when everyone focuses on him.

Alex turns his head towards Addison. "Stop. Now!" He whispers. Addison shakes her head and grins at him. This is very entertaining for her. "Aren't you having fun?"

Alex grunts. "No. Yes." He nudges her. "You have to stop."

"Why?" Addison looks at him with puppy dog eyes. "Just let me finish."

"Let YOU finish? I'm going to be the one who's 'finishing'!" An idea pops into Alex's head. He smiles at her and leans into whisper into her ear. "You know, this can go both ways." He reaches down to her lap as she mutters something about looking suspicious. Alex realizes that her dress is too long for what he wants to do. That doesn't mean that she can't be aroused he thinks.

At that moment, Addison's fingers hit a particularly sensitive nerve. Alex's hips buck and he slams his fist down on the table. "Jesus!" He tries to whisper, but it comes out fairly loudly.

Preston stands up. "Karev. Bathroom. NOW!" He points to the back of the reception hall where a neon light clearly flashes the word "Restroom."

Fuck. If I stand up, everyone will be able to see...what Addison has been doing to me. On the other hand, I can't just sit here. Then, everyone will REALLY be suspicious. Alex shifts in his chair.

Addison understands the reason for his concern. Much to his relief, she takes her hand off of him and thrusts her purse into his hands. "I have some Pepto-Bismol in there." Alex takes the hint and clasps the purse in his hands. "Why, thank you Addison." He's being too formal, so he just shuts his mouth. Alex stands up and holds the purse near his groin. He trudges off, shooting Addison a pleading look. She shoos him away and sits in silence for a moment. Then, not a minute later, she motions to the restroom. "I'm going to go make sure that he's okay." She leaves the table.

As soon as Addison is out of sight, Callie remarks "That was strange."

Then, dessert arrives. After all the trouble with the cake, Cristina and Preston decided to serve gelato instead. Callie slips some of the cold treat into her mouth and moans at it's delectable taste. George laughs. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Callie nods and George wipes some of the chocolate off of her mouth.

Callie smiles at his touch. "So, Addison told me that you think I'm the most beautiful bridesmaid here."

George grins. "She said that?"

Callie's eyes widen. "You didn't tell her...?" Her eyes well up and George realizes his mistake. "Of course I told her that. I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world." Callie blushes and looks down. "Really?" George kisses her forehead. "Of course. Now finish your gelato before it melts."

Across from them, Mark leads his spoon towards Izzie's mouth, feeding her. Izzie smiles as the ice cream runs down her chin. Instantly, Mark hands her a napkin. She tips her head forward to make sure her new dress doesn't get stained. "Thank you." She swallows the dessert. "This is fun." Mark brushes her hair back. "I'm glad that you're having a good time."

She leans in flirtatiously. "You know, I didn't think you would be like this." He catches her chin with his hand and cups her face. "Really? What did you think?"

She blinks at him. "Well, I thought that I would spend the entire night listening to a narcissistic plastic surgeon talk about his pecs."

"Hey." He pretends to be angry, but he does it with a smile. "I'm not that bad."

Izzie nods and kisses him. She pulls her face out of his hands and watches him take a sip of wine. He's really good-looking. I could date him. "I know. Addison told me."

Mark makes a mental note to thank Addison. "That's nice of her."

Izzie tilts her head. "Did she actually mean it? Or did you tell her to say that so you could get laid?"

Her hand rests on the table and he covers it with his own. She can feel the warmth radiating from him and sucks in a breath. He brings her hand to his lap and plays with her fingers. Then, he looks up at her. "I want to get laid. But I also have feelings for you."

She gives him a puzzled look and he drops her hand. "That's as honest as I've ever been with a woman. Take it or leave it."

Izzie considers for a minute, but only to torture him. She knows what she wants. "I think..." She draws out her words and then wraps her arms around his neck to whisper in his ear. "I'll take it."

But baby you're the right kind of wrong

Addison finds Alex breathing heavily while leaning against the doorframe of the men's bathroom. He sees her and reaches for her instantly. It's such a relief to be able to touch her the way he wants. "I thought you'd never get here."

He turns them so she's sandwiched between him and the wall. She uses her hands to push down on his shoulders until their lips make contact.

Addison feels her knees go weak. Alex's strong hands grab her and hold her against the wall. He licks her lips, gaining entrance with his tongue. She tastes sweet, like red wine, and it's driving him crazy. When he pulls away to catch his breath, she opens her eyes lazily. Everything around her is blurry, except for Alex. He captures her lips between his again and holds her tightly to him. Between kisses, she asks him "Alex?"

"Ya, babe?" Alex presses his lips to her shoulders and collarbone, allowing her to speak. She grabs his chin and forces him to look at her before she loses control. "We can't do this out here."

Alex kisses her chest and proceeds to grope her ass. "Yes, we can and we will. It's been so long since we've made love. I'm taking you against this door tonight."

He was talking dirty to her and it was not helping her fend off his caresses. Dirty talk was one of her weaknesses, and it wasn't fair that he'd already figured that out. She would have to resist. They CAN'T have sex in the hallway. They were in public and someone could walk in at any time.

She pushes him off of her. "Believe it or not, Alex, other people have to use the bathroom too."

Alex grabs her hand, desperate for contact with her skin. "Addy, please. I can't go back out there without taking care of this..." he presses her hand to the very large bulge in his pants. All the making out and touching has taken it's effect on him.

Damn it. Addison thought as she massaged him through his pants. He's so sexy like this. All sweaty and hot for me. After only a moment, Alex throws her hand off of him, hanging by a thread of self-control. If she kept doing that, he'd have an extremely embarrassing mess in his pants.

He tugs on her arm to pull her closer. "You can't deny it. You're turned on too. And I would know for sure, if I could figure how to unzip this dress."

Alex is completely right and she can't argue with him now. He's been lustfully staring at her for hours now. She blushes hard as his gaze once again travels to her cleavage. "Okay." she says. "Into the bathroom. Move." She drags him into the woman's bathroom. Luckily for them, it's a one person bathroom without stalls. Just one toilet and one sink. And a mirror.

He stops her and hands her purse back, which she throws to the ground. He remembers to lock the door as she tears off his shirt. He questions her "The woman's bathroom? Why not the men's? I feel like I'm in forbidden territory."

Addison stops removing his clothes. "This was your idea. Do you want to do me or not?" Addison stands before him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The stare coming from her hooded eyes burns into his skin as he watches her chest move as she breathes deeply. Did she just ask me to "do her"? She moves closer to him without touching at all. She whispers in his ear "Someone could walk in at any minute. It's dangerous and forbidden." The word "forbidden" rolls off of her tongue slowly and erotically.

Alex gulps. "I guess so." He's lost in her quick movements. Buttons fly everywhere and his pants disappear. How does she move so fast? Suddenly, he's facing her back and she's holding up her hair, indicating to him where the zipper is on her dress. "It's a zipper and buttons, just so it doesn't fall down."

Alex tries to find the tiny buttons under all the green. "What happens when you want it to fall down?" Addison reaches back and guides his hands. "Alex. It's not that hard. And don't you dare rip it."

Now there's a thought. Alex really wanted to do that. Ripping off clothes is sexy and rough and perfect for the animal sex that they are about to have. Addison feels his hands at the top of her dress, getting ready to rip the fabric right down the middle. "Alex!!!" She slaps his hand away. "If you do that, I will kill you. And we will never have sex again." Okay. That was definitely a hollow statement, since I am considering mounting him with the dress still on.

"Okay." Alex steps back. He didn't mean to make her mad. "Why don't you just use the mirror and undo it yourself. The temptation is too much for me."

Addison glances at Alex. He only has his underwear on and God! He looks fantastic just like that. His muscles ripple under his skin and she can just how much he's turned on through his boxers. She sucks in a quick breath of air. She wants him in her and fast. She turns around so she can see her back in the mirror. It takes too long and strains her neck, but she's able to climb out of her dress. The whole time she's working on her dress, Alex runs his hands up and down her side and presses his warm face to her body. As soon as she's naked, she finds herself in Alex's arms. He feels so good!! "Finally." he mutters. "Thank God, you're not wearing a bra." He lifts her in his arms and tries to balance them against the tile wall. She shivers. "It's cold." She adjusts to the temperature, but then she looks down in disgust. "Eww. It's a bathroom. This is really unsanitary."

Alex breathes into her neck. "Addison, people are half-naked in here all the time. It's not a big deal." He can't start until she's comfortable, so he wishes that she would stop complaining.

She wraps her arms around him. "That's why it's unsanitary." She's holding on to him so tight that they both can't breathe.

" Addison, this isn't the time to be worried about cleanliness." He's about to go out of his mind. He needs her. NOW. He pushes his pelvis against hers and grinds their hip bones together.

"Just don't go anywhere near the toilet." Alex takes this statement as a "go-ahead" and he enters her fast. They both let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, they get what they've been waiting for.

Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong

Twenty minutes later, Alex sinks down to the pile of clothes, pulling Addison down with him. He kisses her forehead repeatedly. "You are amazing. Thank you so much."

Addison is breathless. Alex gave her one hell of a wild ride, as he promised. "You don't need to thank me for sex. The pleasure is all mine." Alex laughs and she can feel the vibrations resonating in his chest. She runs her fingers lightly over the surface of his skin, feeling every scar and wrinkle, and follows her fingers with her mouth and tongue. "You taste good after sex."

Does that mean that I don't taste good before sex? Or during it? Alex just pulls her closer to him and nuzzles her hair. "Thank you."

Addison tilts her head at him. "Do I taste good?"

Alex nods and laughs again. "You taste good everywhere."

"Mmm." Addison tangles her legs with his and closes her eyes. He shakes her gently. "Don't fall asleep. We still have a wedding to return to." The music is playing loudly outside the bathroom. I wonder if they've noticed that we're gone. That's unlikely. Everyone else is probably off having sex too. Alex pictures Richard outside in the reception hall, all alone, looking confused and angry. That would be a bad thing. We might all get fired for ditching him. Oh well. Alex returns his attention to Addison who is refusing to obey his request with her eyes firmly snapped shut and her face buried in his chest. "Let's just stay here."

Alex begins to rub the skin on her arm, tickling her. Addison giggles, so Alex continues. He likes to make her feel good. "Addison, you said it yourself. Other people will have to use the bathroom. I bet there's a line of very angry women standing outside this door."

Addison snuggles into his chest. "Okay. Just a few more minutes."

Alex gives in, just because she looks so cute like this. Her mouth is open and she's lightly sighing. Her naked body sends another jolt through his and Addison stirs. Alex strokes the pale skin of her stomach and turns so her back is resting fully on his chest. He brings his hands up to touch her ribs and Addison aligns her arms with his so she can hold his hands. If they keep doing this, Alex is going to fall asleep too. That would be a mess. I can just see the look on Cristina's face when she opens the door. Alex chuckles to himself. His eyes are open now and he takes in the Addison's softness. Her skin is like milk, so creamy and pure. He lets go of her hands to move his palms up and down her arm. As he makes contact with her forearm, he feels something not creamy and pure.

A series of extremely faint pink lines appear as he looks down. Why didn't I notice this before? He flips her arm over to get a better look. "Addison? What's this?" He's so confused. Did someone do this to her?

Addison tenses in his arms, but then she relaxes. "It's nothing, Alex."

She hides her arm underneath her stomach.