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| Nights like these; one-shot. Caddie friendship | |
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| Sally | Aug 20 2008, 09:35 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Nights like these Pairing: callie/addison, duh Author: Sally Rating:PG Words: 956 Authors note: Slightly AU. set in season 3, Addison decided not to move to LA, and instead stayed in the Archfield for a while longer. Don't really knw where this came from, but i wanted something to post.... It was nights like these that Addison knew she was an idiot for even considering moving to LA. Nights when she could look out of the window in her penthouse hotel room-turned-home and see Seattle illuminated before her, when she couldn’t bear the thought of spending every day in bright sunshine. Fair enough, she felt the rain could be a little overbearing sometimes, but maybe her life was finally starting to straighten itself out. There was finally someone who she could rely on, be it her best friend or not, she was glad for the stability. She was a single woman, with a successful job, and, let’s face it, enough money in her account to put her up here in a hotel for as long as she wanted. The only disadvantage of staying here that she could find, was the lack of somewhere to call her own. With her room always being tidied by room service and her food delivered right to the room, Addison’s suite lacked that messy wardrobe, or the DVD’s piled by the television that had made the brownstone her home. Addison was drawn from the window by the persistent, soft knocking of someone at the door. She racked her fingers through her hair and glanced down at her attire on her way to the door. In her pyjama bottoms and an old white t-shirt, she was hardly dressed to entertain whoever was on the other side of the door, but pulling the shirt down a bit to straighten out the creases – she should really send this to the cleaner in the morning – she unlatched the chain and swung the heavy door open. “Callie…” Addison was shocked to see her here, after she had turned down her offer of Joe’s that evening to spend it trying to talk to George, but finally noticing Callie’s outfit, she swiftly stepped aside to let her in. Callie didn’t get far past the threshold before she wrapped herself in Addison’s arms and rested her head on her shoulder. Dripping wet from the obvious downpour outside, her hair plastered itself to her face, and her jeans a few shades darker than they were supposed to be, Callie looked as if she’d been swimming, never mind only walking the few blocks from Joe’s to the Archfield. “Cal?” Addison questioned as she walked them both backwards where she could sit Callie on the bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, in front of Callie, where she finally took in the whole picture. At one point, there must have been make-up on Callie’s face, because it had run down her cheeks and was currently staining the neck of her t-shirt. At Callie’s lack of words, the only thing Addison could think of to do was get her best friend dry, and let her spend the night. Wordlessly peeling the leather jacket from Callie’s shoulders and throwing it on the bathroom floor, she paced to the wardrobe area where she pulled an oversized grey t-shirt from the bottom of the pile, and ignoring the mess she had just caused, a pair of shorts from a drawer. Placing them on the bed behind Callie, she bent down to kneel at her level. “Come on baby, let’s get you dry…” she gently whispered into her ear. Seeing as since she arrived Callie had not moved from her spot on the bed where she sat staring at the skirting board opposite her, Addison slid her arms under Callie’s and supported her friend’s weight as she hoisted her up into a standing position. Peeling the soaked t-shirt off Callie’s torso, she tossed it into the bathroom, and tenderly pulled the clean shirt over her head. “I went to…and Izzie was…” Callie whispered through her exhaustion as Addison glided the cotton past her hips, and rested her hands back there to take some of the weight off Callie’s feet. She had a feeling her friend didn’t need to worry about stupid details like how to keep her balance at the moment. “Its fine, baby, we don’t have to talk about it…shhh...” she said as she placed a kiss on her forehead and let Callie’s head rest on her shoulder. Unbuttoning and detaching Callie from her jeans, she knelt by her feet as she stepped her out of them, and into the dry shorts she had grabbed from the bed, in turn wringing out Callie’s ponytail as she turned her best friend around and hugged her to her chest. There were so many unspoken words passed between the two friends as Addison simply held her best friend that no body needed to talk to let Addison know what had happened. George was with Izzie, and Addison knew, but for the sake of keeping her only friend happy, she had stuck by Callie’s side and persuaded her that it had not been happened, despite the obvious signs, and George’s absence. As Addison laid next to Callie in her spacious king size bed, and pulled the cotton sheets over them both, she didn’t need to listen to know that Callie was crying. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed and Addison rolled her friend over to place an arm round her waist, and the rest her head on her elbow. Gradually and shakily, Callie nestled into the crook of Addison’s arm, and grasped a gentle fistful of the shirt the redhead was wearing. “Th-thank you.” Callie whispered, trying not to let her sobs take over….and in that moment, Addison was thankful that she never moved to LA, because not being here for this may well have been the end of Callie. “For you…” Addison whispered into Callie’s ear as she entwined their fingers, “For you, a thousand times over…” AN: read and review...let me knoe what you think! |
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| binks | Aug 21 2008, 10:01 PM Post #2 |
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were is the rest |
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| Sally | Aug 22 2008, 05:15 AM Post #3 |
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i'm working on it....soon |
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| Sally | Aug 22 2008, 11:41 AM Post #4 |
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hees part two (a). soory it's so short, i just thought here was a sensible place to stop it. It’s nights like these that Addison is grateful for alcohol. Seriously grateful, because it’s the afternoon after the night before, and if she hadn’t previously had that glass of wine while she and Callie talked, she doesn’t know if she would have had the brilliant idea to take Callie out dancing to drown her sorrows. After they had both woken up and showered this morning, Addison ran to Seattle Grace for an hour or two to do a routine caesarean, before returning to the Archfield to join Callie on her sofa. And, well, that was technically when the drinking had begun. At one in the afternoon. “So do you want to talk about-“ “No.” Callie cut Addison off abruptly. “I may be emotionally stunted at the moment, Addie, but it doesn’t mean I want to talk about her, and or the fact that my marriage is over.” She snapped. “Okay then… Do you want a drink of anything then?” Addison suggested, deciding to back off the subject off the subject swiftly. But as surreal as this whole weekend was turning out to be for her, she still hadn’t expected Callie’s next answer. “Okay, red or white?” Callie asked as she sauntered over to the kitchen area of the hotel suite. Taken aback by the question, the redhead simply pointed to the bottle of white wine Callie was now holding up. “You do know it’s only….ten past one, right Cal?” Addie checked her watch. “Yes. Now, rule number one for today, Doctor Montgomery,” Callie stated jokingly, “is that as long as it’s after twelve, which it is…it’s perfectly fine to be under the influence.” “Is that so? What’s rule number two then, Doctor Torres?” Addison joked along with Callie. She thought she knew where this was going – this had happened once before when Derek had finally signed their divorce papers. Callie stared her straight in the eye, placing their glasses on the small table in front of the sofa’s, and stated factually, “Eating…is cheating. There’s no point in consuming the alcohol if it’s only being to be absorbed now, is there?” At that, Addison chuckled along with her best friend, and pulled her into a hug. And now they were inside Callie’s suite, which Addison had decided was much nicer than hers, throwing clothes into a large suitcase to be returned to Addison’s room. Callie had decided, apparently, that she didn’t ever want to see George’s face again, and that she would need some more clothes if they were going out tonight like Addison had suggested. It appeared that there had been a slight fault in there plan though, as George stepped around the corner of the bedroom wrapped in one of their bed sheets, and Callie’s face fell as she paused all of her actions. “Callie-” “Callie. Shut up, George” Addison shot in his direction while she drew the brunette’s attention to herself, and away from her husband. Walking over to where Callie was stood with her suitcase open on the table, she assisted in piling most of the wardrobe contents into the bag, and leant forward so George couldn’t hear their conversation. “Ignore him Cal, we’re here to get your clothes , and that’s it. He’s a dick for ever doing this to you…” Addison whispered in her friend’s ear. “I’ll take care of him, Baby, because I seem to remember there being a bottle of vodka in that handy little mini-bar of mine, with your name written on it.” She rubbed Callie’s arm comfortingly as their eyes met, and Callie gave a small smile. As Callie returned to swiftly packing her belongings, Addie turned and glared at George. “Doctor O’Malley, how are you? Oh wait, don’t answer that, I know exactly who – I mean how – you’re doing.” She grinned slyly, “Callie’s staying with me from now on, so we’re just here to get her things. You can go back to Izzie now. Oops.” She dug at George again, placing her hand over her mouth sarcastically. With that said, and Callie now stood by the door, the Attending turned to take the suitcase from her friend. She allowed Callie to exit first, before turning back to George again. “O’Malley!” at that, George straightened his posture, clearly petrified of what she was about to say. “Clean up your shit. And good luck paying the service bill from now on, oh wait, maybe Doctor Stevens can get back into modelling to help you out.” She grinned slyly again, then revelled in the sound of her molono’s clicking on the floor as she exited. Of course, not before swiftly throwing Isobel Steven’s handbag in the vague direction of George’s head. Letting the heavy door slam, she linked her arms with Callie, before they both strode to the elevator to make their way back to Addie’s floor. She nudged her friend’s side lightly, catching her attention. “You ready to get drunk yet?” they giggled as the doors opened and they stepped inside. |
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| Sally | Aug 22 2008, 01:42 PM Post #5 |
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part 2b) this one's a bit longer, but i really have no idea where this storyline is going, so bare with me. It was also nights like these that Addison was grateful for the cheesy elevator music. After their encounter with George, Addison wasn’t sure that she could talk to Callie. She wasn’t sure Callie would hear anything she would say. The expression on her face as they walked towards the elevator downstairs let Addie know that her best friend had just taken a very large emotional blow to the stomach. And the heart. The doors slid shut, and as she leant forwards to press the button for her floor, Callie took a firm grasp on her free hand, entwining their fingers, and Addison could almost feel the pain that Callie was going through. She knew it was a long ride from her floor to Callie’s – she had done it so many times – so she turned Callie to wrap her arms around her waist, resting on her lower back. Callie’s own hands reached up to grasp two fists of Addie’s sweater, and her head dropped forwards to rest on the redhead’s shoulder. They stood, swaying slightly to the slow, melodic rhythm of the cheesy elevator music, Addison rubbing her friend’s back soothingly as she felt Callie taking slow, shaky breaths. “Don’t even think about him, Cal. He’s not worth it.” Addison tried to sooth her friend… “Which one are you almost crying about, the predatory prick or the shit-for-brains tramp, because let me tell you Cal, neither one deserves your tears. You’re beautiful and you should know that, and you can’t let George fucking O’Malley let you feel otherwise.” Unexpectedly, at that, Callie started to chuckle. Addison just held her still, with no clue as to why she found this situation funny. “Shit for brains tramp?” she heard Callie ask through her laughter, which was nearing hysteria. “Okay so I’m not good at nicknames. That’s the best thing I could think of.” Addison loosened her grip around Callie, but her only response was to hug herself closer to her best friend. She heard Callie mumble something incoherent about being comfortable, but Addie still couldn’t hear what she was saying exactly, because Callie’s laughter was making her hard to understand. “I’ll tell you what I am good at though; making George scared shitless. I tell you Cal, I thought he was gonna drop that sheet in fright what I yelled his name. It’s no wonder they nicknamed me Satan.” Suddenly Addison understood what Callie found so funny. She was pathetic at comforting people, but she didn’t see how it mattered at the moment – she had taken Callie’s mind off George again, which was a relief. So for the last remaining floors, Addison and Callie just held onto each other, heads on shoulders, laughing. Maybe that bottle of wine they shared was finally getting to them. The two doctors eventually stumbled Back to Addison’s suite, dragging the suitcase along too between the two of them. In surprisingly little time, Callie had her suitcase open, clothes spilling over the edges. There was that messy wardrobe Addie was looking for. In the mean time, she had poured them both a shot of vodka, after locating the bottle in the mini-bar. Just for the hell of it, she scribbled Callie’s name on the side using her sharpie. “Hey look at that,” Callie said after they both had their shots. “It really does have my name on it. Who knew?” “who knew?” Addie repeated, sending Callie into a giggle-fit again. She didn’t know why, but it seemed that to Addison, Callie’s laugh was contagious, because whenever she laughed, so did Addie, even if there wasn’t anything to be laughing at. Callie collapsed onto the bed backwards, taking the vodka with her, who was soon followed by Addison. “Let’s play I never!” Addison bounced excitedly, making Callie giggle. “Okay. Me first, me first!...I never,” she thought about it for a while, “lived in New York.” At this, Addie sighed and took a sip from the vodka bottle. “I never…lived in a basement!” Addison pointed an accusing finger towards her friend, who pouted. “That’s not fair!” Callie complained before she took the vodka from Addie. “I never slept with Mark Sloan.” Callie grinned and chuckled at her best friend, who was grinning too, before drinking some more, and passing it to Addison. “God, I wish I hadn’t now.” the redhead said as her face screwed up from the burn of the alcohol. “Don’t we all?” Callie asked before they both collapsed in a fit of laughter on the bed. Gradually, the two girls got two the bottom of the bottle, and seeing as there was no more alcohol, Addie decided they should head out, even if it was only early. She stumbled to her wardrobe and pulled out some jeans and her white shirt, along with a pair of her famous molono’s. Callie was lying upside down on the bed, her head dangling off the end, when Addison stumbled over to get changed. Callie laughed as the neonatal surgeon somehow managed to button up her shirt wrong, and stumbled over to help her. They stood in the doorway to the bathroom, Addison half dressed, in her underwear and shirt, and Callie still clothed in her things from earlier. As Callie re-buttoned the shirt, the backs of her knuckles grazed Addison’s stomach, causing her to shiver. “You cold?” Callie asked, as she continued her way down to Addie’s abdomen. “I’m just…uh…” she struggled to some up with an excuse. “Yeah I’m cold.” Addison gave up, what the hell was that all about? Callie pulled her friend forwards and into her arms, rubbing Addie’s arms with her warm hands, which caused her to break out in goose bumps. Suddenly much more sober tan before, she broke away from Callie and pulled on her pants. She was suddenly very conscious of every move she or Callie made. Did they usually hug this often? Has she ever gotten changed in front of her before? Frowning at Addison’s strange behaviour, Callie bent over to rummage through her open suitcase, stumbling slightly on her way across the room. She pulled out a pair of her favourite black pants, and Addison bent to grab a Blue fitted top before Callie had the chance. Addison had just been looking for something to stop her staring at Callie’s ass any longer, but Callie politely thanked her and pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it into the suitcase. “I’m just gonna…um…get another drink.” Addison made up as she stalked over o the counter at a speed of knots to stop herself from touching her best friend. Her best friend! What was even happening here? She see’s Cal at work all the time, and as soon as she touches alcohol near her this happens?! She was clenching her fists to resist temptations she shouldn’t even be having! No more alcohol for me tonight, Addie thought as she glanced over at where Callie was stood fixing her hair in the mirror. Slipping her shoes on, she sat on the bed behind where Callie was stood. Catching her eye in the mirror, the Latina winked at her, and then continued to fix her makeup. She was going to kill Addison by the end of the night. She didn’t even like Callie! Did she? “You ready?” Callie asked as she turned around and slipped on her boots, Addie’s eyes following the path of the zipper up her calf. “Mmhm” was all she managed to squeak out before Callie held her hand for her to take. Her palms were sweating. Her arm was tingling. This couldn’t end well. |
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| Sally | Aug 24 2008, 09:30 AM Post #7 |
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Part 2c) At this point in time, Addison would have been grateful for Callie to be a little more sober than she was currently. Apparently, Callie was a cuddly drunk, and an incredibly cute one at that. Fantastic. They sat in the back of a cab, headed to a local bar; Addie with her hands in her lap, Callie within inches of her, looking out of Addison’s window. “You’re my bestest friend, ever.” Callie slurred as she looped her arm with the redhead and placed their hands together in Callie’s lap. “You’re my only friend, too, but you’re the best only friend I’ve ever had.” She hesitated. “How come you’re the only friend I’ve got?” “Because,” Addison said, swiping Cal’s bangs from her forehead, “I’m the only one who recognised how great you are.” Suddenly, Addie didn’t really know why she was the only friend Callie had. Why didn’t anyone see what she saw when she looked at the orthopaedic surgeon? “Aww…love you”. Callie sighed as she leaned against her friend and lightly squeezed her hand. “Love you too, Cal,” Addie said as she let a comfortable silence fall between them. The club was pretty busy when they arrived; maybe it wasn’t as early as they had thought. Addison slid out of the cab after paying the driver, and grabbed Callie’s hand to help her out. Apparently, she could hold her alcohol a little better than her friend could, even though Callie hid it well. With poise, Callie accepted the hand she had been offered, and let Addie lead her into to buzzing crowd. Unfortunately, she must have tripped at one point, because suddenly Addison felt a hand gripping onto the rear waistline of her jeans. ‘God,’ Addison thought, ‘I’m going to have to get her to stop doing this stuff…whatever it is she’s doing, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands off her! Did she come out on a mission to seduce me or something? Because if she did, it’s working.’ Addie mentally slapped herself. ‘ What am I doing? She’s your best friend Addie…she doesn’t want you.’ Turning Callie in front of her she steered her to the bar. Sometime a little while after then, Addison started to wonder if Callie actually had been trying to seduce her, what with the shirt buttoning, and all the touching, and the shimmer in her eyes that seemed to have appeared would definitely suggest that there was something going on with her. At the excitement that had taken over Callie, Addison simply leaned forwards, frowning in confusion at the Latina. “It’s my song!” she bounced, “it’s our song!” And Addie barely managed to hear the opening of p!nk’s ‘so what’ before Callie dragged her off to the dance floor. I guess I just lost my husband I don't know where he went So I’m gonna drink my money I'm not gonna pay his rent I got a brand new attitude And I’m gonna wear it tonight I wanna get in trouble I wanna start a fight Addison soon found herself being pulled behind Callie and felt her arms being wrapped around the brunette’s hips, one being placed strategically high on her stomach, while Callie had grabbed a handful of Addie’s thigh. Slowly but surely, Addison relaxed, and settled into the slow rhythm that her best friend had set their hips swaying to. Callie’s other hand, in the meanwhile had entwined their fingers and had landed on her own thigh. At an overwhelming sense of discomfort, Addie started to slide her hand off Callie’s stomach. ‘I can’t be doing this,’ she thought, ‘she’s my friend, and if that get’s ruined, then I…’ But her thought’s were cut off when Callie gripped her hand and pulled it back towards her ribs. ‘Did she just?’ Addie pondered… ‘She did.’ And the redhead’s suspicions were confirmed when she felt Callie tug on her thigh, effectively bringing the two doctors even closer. So, so what? , I’m still a rock star I got my rock moves, and I don't need you And guess what I'm having more fun And now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight I'm alright, I'm just fine And you're a tool So, so what? I am a rock star I got my rock moves And I don't want you tonight Addison relaxed a little more, just letting Callie dance her how she wanted, although the was that Callie was dancing her, Addie thought she might need a little more alcohol in her blood. She drew away from her friend gracefully, turning her round in her arms. “I need a drink, Cal, do you mind?” Addie asked as she gesture towards the bar area. “I’ll come with,” Callie leaned forward to whisper to Addison, lips barely grazing the edge of Addie’s ear, “Drinks are on me tonight, Baby.” Addison stood at the bar, hands supporting her weight as she leaned forwards slightly. She opened her mouth to order two beers when she felt the undoubtful warmth of Callie flushed against her back. “We need beer!” Callie shouted over Addie’s shoulder as she balanced herself with a hand on her friend’s hip while she reached for the bottles and put the money on the bar. That was it for Addison. Callie was playing dirty, and it had immobilized her on the spot. She turned around, back to the bar, and just looked at her best friend. Callie took a gulp of beer, pausing when she saw Addison staring at her, and winked with a grin that she knew Addison couldn’t resist – no one could resist that smile. Addison rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the unbelievable behavior of the orthopedic surgeon. “What?” Callie asked innocently, as if she hadn’t been practically fondling her best –and only friend– just minutes ago. Rolling her eyes, she pulled Addie away from the bar and pushing her onto a vacant stool, “So I want you…get over it already,” she stated before turning and dancing her way back into the crowd of people, throwing a look at Addison over her shoulder as she went. Let’s just say it didn’t take Addison long to gather herself together and swiftly make her way into the swarm of people, getting to the far side of the room before turning to try and locate Callie in the crowd. She had nearly given up when an arm wrapped itself around her waist and spun her round, where she stopped, nose to nose with just the brunette she had been looking for. Trapping Callie against the wall, an arm on each side of her body, she pressed forwards, her weight anchoring the latina against the brickwork. “So you may have noticed,” Addie smiled, her arousal evident in the tone of her voice, “I want you too.” To which Callie replied by releasing a wide grin and bringing her face to Addison’s, meeting her friend’s lips with her own. “I may have noticed.” She mumbled as they separated, before sliding a hand into the back pocket of Addie’s jeans and crushing their lips together again. an: would love some feedbak with any ideas...don't really know what to do with this now. |
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| binks | Aug 25 2008, 07:21 AM Post #8 |
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| Sally | Aug 25 2008, 07:24 AM Post #9 |
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lol i'm still right here. never written anything past pg13, so i'm a bit hesitant to go for it, coz im starting to like this one...but bare with me here....i'm a bit of a newbie. |
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| binks | Aug 26 2008, 05:08 PM Post #10 |
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| Sally | Aug 26 2008, 05:12 PM Post #11 |
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here's part 2d) a first timer for me with somethinglike this..so i hope it was okay. It was night like these, when she was slightly drunk and had her hand underneath her best friend’s shirt, that Addison was glad she managed to remember to put her favourite pair of black, lace panties on. The two doctors had gotten a cab back from the club in the early hours of the morning and finally made it back to Addison’s suite, albeit after a few distractions; mostly Callie’s mouth trailing kisses down Addison’s throat, or Addison’s hands creeping up Callie’s thigh, but they had eventually stumbled through the threshold to Addie’s hallway. About two steps into the room she had had her wrist gripped as she spun around, just in time to catch Callie as she stumbled over a pair of Addison’s shoes. The Latina giggled quietly as she pulled Addison closer to her, peppering sweet kisses over her jaw, in turn causing Addie to expel a short, sharp breath. “I fell over your ‘fuck-me’ heels,” Callie giggled, placing a kiss on the corner of Addie’s mouth before sliding a hand around the redhead’s neck. “Stupid heels…” she trailed off as Addison backed her against the suite door. “Not stupid,” she growled, “successful. Look where they’ve got me.” Slowly, Callie hooked her thumbs into her friend’s belt hoops and tugged them together, mumbling a quick ‘shut up’ before attaching herself to Addison’s lips again. Addison did not know what Callie was thinking, but one of the only coherent thoughts passing her mind at that moment was how she’d be perfectly content to just stay here for quite a while. Okay, so not perfectly content – she did need to get into Callie’s pants eventually, but content enough to stay here a minute longer at least. Acting on her incentive, she gripped the hem of that damn blue top Callie was wearing and tugged it higher, until arms were raised and she could at last drop it on the floor behind them. Callie was beautiful, and Addison revelled in the thought as she finally allowed her eyes to travel the length of her best friend’s body. Isobel Stevens may have been considered ‘stacked’, but she was nothing compared to the beautiful Latina that was currently revealing Addison’s breasts, button by button. “Oh, god” Addie let slip from her throat, dropping her head backward as Callie lavishly traced her collarbone with her mouth, pushing and then pulling the cotton off her shoulders so she could scratch her nails down the redhead’s back. Callie’s only response to Addison’s whisper was to slide her palms around Addie’s sides so she could swiftly pop the button of her jeans, eyes meeting Addison’s as she forcefully bit down on her friend’s lower lip. George was an idiot, Addison decided as she allowed the orthopaedic surgeon to walk her backwards and through the living area to lay her on the bed. Trying to manoeuvre getting Callie’s jeans off and letting her pull her own down past her knees was too much work for Addison’s brain to manipulate, causing her to collapse off her elbows to lie flat on her back, pushing the heels of her palms into her eyes and succumbing to the feel of Callie licking and nipping her way from ankle to knee. Suddenly all of those jokes about surgeons and their ‘magical hands’ came flooding to the front of Addison’s mind and “oh, god” they had never been so true until Callie’ was sliding her hands flat up her legs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs and forcing them a little further apart. “Cal…” Addie managed to mumble as she pulled the Latina from where she was residing just above her naval to crush their lips together once again and meet her tongue to Callie’s. If this was what kissing was supposed to be like, Addie thought, then she’d never been kissed before because the way her friend’s tongue was laving over her own was sending her to places she’d never been before, but was definitely willing to go to. Hooking a calf around Callie’s and flipping them so the brunette was beneath her, Addison unbuttoned her friends jeans and slipped a hand inside, expecting to run her fingers over the obtrusive layer of underwear, but instead gasping at the lack of anything except skin, and the feel of Callie’s slick skin against that of her fingers. Hearing a throaty, “I need you, Addie” from her best friend, there was no hesitancy in the way Addison stripped the offending material from Callie’s toned legs and returned to place a wet kiss on the joint of her thigh before moving upward to place another around the turgid peak of her nipple. Using one hand to guide Callie’s calf tighter around where it lay on her hip, the redhead used the other to give Callie’s other breast the same treatment her mouth was giving the other. Callie arched her back at the sheer pleasure running throughout her body, reaching down to grip Addie’s ass and grind the two lovers together, causing the redhead to cry out and arch her back as pain mixed with gratification. Slipping her other leg between Addison’s, Callie moved in a slow, satisfying rhythm, running her hand down the other doctor’s body to use two fingers to curl into Addison. Her entire body going rigid at the unexpected motion, Addison leaned forward to capture Callie’s mouth, in turn grinding herself down onto her friend’s fingers and slipping her fingers through Callie’s slick folds to find her clit. The only sounds that could have been heard where the unmistakable moans and cries of bliss emanating from the mouths of the two best friends, and as a strangled cry of ‘Addie’ left her mouth, Callie’s nose crinkled, eyes screwed shut in a facial expression that could only look beautiful of the raven beauty. The curling of Callie’s fingers as she came in turn allowed Addison her release as she felt herself shudder and collapse on top of her best friend. Exhausted and breathless, that was how they both lay, entangled in each other and covered in a sheen of sweat. Gradually separating and rolling to lie beside one another, Callie turned to make eye contact with Addison, grinning widely as she threw a leg over Addison’s thighs and shifted closer, placing a light kiss on her shoulder. “I just have to say,” Addison said as she entwined their fingers, “George is an absolute dick for leaving that for Isobel-fucking-Stevens.” At that, the couple looked at each other and started to laugh, Callie winking at Addison before leaning to meet her lips again, pulling the sheet over their bodies as she went. Addison was simply amazed that she had even managed to keep her favourite pair of black, lace panties on. An: so that’s that part, I don’t know…it’s my firs time writing anything like that, so feedback really would be great…any improvements that can be made, let me know! |
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| binks | Aug 27 2008, 11:52 PM Post #12 |
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sooooooooooooooooo gooddddddddddddd |
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| Sally | Aug 31 2008, 04:47 PM Post #13 |
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Part 3) Callie was seriously late. Not only was she short on time for getting ready for work, but as she shot out of bed trying to at least be up in time to grab a shower, the unmistakable throb of a headache and nausea flooded into her sinuses. ‘I really shouldn’t drink when I have work,’ Callie thought as she slowly lowered herself to sit on the bed. Leaning forwards to put her head in the hands, she took a few deep breaths. ‘I really shouldn’t drink at all,’ she finished ‘because drinking always leads to bad situations…like this’. Callie looked around at the scattered clothes dotting the carpet and groaned. Addison had already left for work; leaving Callie alone in what she supposed was also her own suite now too. Bracing herself, she stood up slowly, and took a few gingerly placed steps over to where her bag was. Where was her aspirin when she finally needed it? ‘must be at George’s’ Callie concluded as she glanced at the clock. Great, now there was no time left for a shower, either! Striding into the bathroom, still dressed only in her underwear, she picked up her toothbrush and paused. There on the mirror, was a note. ‘Original Addie,’ Callie smiled as she snatched it off to read. ‘Look left, I found you some aspirin in the cupboard – you can thank me later. Also, look forwards. Nice hickey…sorry? A xx’ Callie couldn’t help but smile as she stuck the note back on the mirror and swallowed the pills with a sip of water. What she wasn’t smiling at, however, was the obvious red mark that had been left just above her collarbone. Frowning, Callie went about her morning routine – brush teeth, do hair, dress, and leave. Albeit it was a bit more hurried than she would have liked, and she didn’t have time to get breakfast, but grabbing her watch on the way out of the door, Callie decided she could get away with being ‘fashionably late’. If she ran. *** “This isn’t funny.” Callie frowned as she dropped into her seat at her and Addison’s lunch table. “What?” Addison murmured, looking up from her salad, obviously clueless as to what her friend was talking about. “This!” Callie exclaimed, pulling on the neck of her scrubs to briefly reveal the hickey Addison had left there. “Oh…” the redhead grinned smugly, “that. Okay, so it’s not funny now, but it was at the time, right?” “At the time I was drunk, Addie. At the time, “ she leaned forwards in her seat, “you had your hand in my panties. But, you don’t any more, so stop thinking about what was fucking funny at the time, because you should have been thinking about how it isn’t funny now that we’re not drunk!” Callie snapped, pushing herself backwards in her chair. “What?” Addison repeated. “That doesn’t even make sense, Cal…Cal?” she asked, suddenly acknowledging her lack of attention. Sighing, Addie reached out to place her hand over Callie’s, drawing her attention back to their table. “Stop thinking about him. You’re too beautiful to be thinking about that.” Addison leaned forwards to comfort her friend, only to be surprisingly shot down by the resident. “No! You stop, Addie! I need you to just stop, because you’re still playing your own stupid fucking game with me Addie!,” Taken aback, the attending winced as Callie’s hand slammed on the tabletop. “You’re sat here being all touchy feely, Addison…and I want you to stop. Need you to stop, because this? Last night? Isn’t going anywhere. I don’t know what you were thinking at the time, Addison, but I needed sex. I needed sex to distract me from the fact that my life is in pieces at the moment! and you were there!” At this point, Callie needed to stop and breathe, calm down for a moment because she was certainly turning a few curious heads, and the best she could do was hope none could hear what she was saying. Callie rose from her seat, her chair toppling backwards at the force. In shock at what was happening, all Addison could do was listen as the Latina placed both hands back on the table, swiftly leaning forward into Addie’s personal space. “I don’t need you to take care of me, Addie. I can do that myself.” Callie spat out at her friend before grabbing her lunch tray and swiping it into the nearby bin. “I, I was just thinking-” Addie managed to stutter as she tried to grasp the situation a little better. “Well don’t!” Callie threw over her shoulder as she strode past Addison. Addison couldn’t believe what had just happened. What even was that? Glancing round the busy cafeteria, the tears started prickling at the back of the attending’s eyes as she took a shaky breath. People were staring at her; people were giving her the same sympathetic look that she knew had been given to Meredith after her and George had had the ‘disastrous sex’. That realisation alone was a sing to Addie to get out of there. Taking a few unsteady paces, Addison’s brisk walk quickly progressed into a run as tears threatened and she burst through the cafeteria doors. *** Later that afternoon, on her way to take a break in the resident’s lounge, Callie was making her way up stairway D when she heard someone. ‘No one ever uses this stairwell any more, who on earth is that?’ Callie thought as she paused. ‘Was that someone…crying?’ Leaning over the handrail and looking down the narrow gap in the centre of the spiral, Callie found her answer as she saw the unmistakable image of Addie hunched over on a stair a few flights below. Sighing guiltily, she turned and slowly walked the three flights it took until she was a few stairs higher than the one Addie had crumbled on. It broke Callie’s heart to see her like this. Yes, she had meant what she had said, and she knew she could be a bitch at times, but she certainly wasn’t aiming to make Addie cry when she had confronted her over lunch. Addison’s arms were locked between her torso and her thighs as she hunched over to put her head in her hands; altogether Callie thought she looked heartbreakingly beautiful, considering she was sobbing and had removed all of her makeup. The resident silently took a seat next to Addison, causing the redhead to startle when she finally spoke. “Addie, what I said…” Trailing off, Callie's mind wandered to the fact that she had just made one of the worlds foremost neonatal surgeons cry. She had never seen Addison cry before, and that thought alone made her heart ache for the redhead; knowing that her unkind remarks had made her break down. “Addison.” At the tone of Callie’s voice, and by the way it sounded a lot less patronising than earlier, Addison turned her head to look at her friend, wiping her tear stained face. “When I said all those things Addie, I wasn't thinking. I was thinking about myself, again. I was thinking of how fucking frustrated I am that George would even do this to another person...” As she was talking, Callie rested her arm around her friend's back, soothing her as the tears subsided. “ But then as I was doing rounds, I was thinking of how much of an ass I am.” she smiled, as the redhead nudged her. “Of how ungrateful I am to have such a good friend as you.” The latina sighed as she rested her head on Addison's shoulder. “I didn't mean to hurt you, Addie. It wasn't anything against you. It's just....my marriage is over, and I think I still need a moment to recover from that.” Addison turned to press a kiss to Callie's temple. She could feel more than hear her friend taking a few shaky breaths, and it was obvious that Callie needed her at the current time. As she felt a hand fisting into her scrub top again, she knew they'd be okay. They were always okay. *** It was nearing eleven o'clock that evening, and the two doctors had finally managed to escape from their hospital confines. They had made their way back up to their suite, tired, but glad to finally have the opportunity to relax after the trauma of their day. Addison keyed them into the room and slung her handbag over in the direction of the dresser. Not having the energy, Callie simply let hers fall from her hands as she shut the door. Taking a slight run up, she flung herself onto the bed, wriggling round to position her head at the foot of the bed and grabbing the TV remote. Addison joined her shorty afterwards, crawling up the bed to lay against her pillows and unwind. Surveying the mess in the room, the redhead frowned at the DVD boxes that were spilling out of Callie's suitcase and slid off the bed to pick them up. The irony of the situation dawned on her as she placed them down next to the television, straightening the neat pile. She turned and looked at their room again. Addison couldn't keep the smirk from reaching her face as she remembered her thoughts from a few days previously. There was finally a pile of DVD's, and a messy wardrobe in her home. So she didn't own her home, but here she had room service...and there was someone she really, truly cared about making herself comfortable in her bed. Maybe she was right to begin with. Maybe Addison's life was finally straightening itself out. AN – that's all folks! Lol. I hope I didn't ruin it with this part...but it felt incomplete. Got a few one-shots in mind, although I am headed back to school next week so I dont know when they'll be up. |
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| binks | Sep 12 2008, 02:48 AM Post #14 |
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i am back love the one shots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pms |
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| xXamoursanglant | Oct 1 2008, 09:06 AM Post #15 |
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I've got a heart that can hold love... Sara Ramirez, Grateful
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wow you two really are the only ones here... sad... it makes me very sad... |
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| Sally | Oct 2 2008, 04:04 PM Post #16 |
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*gasp* OH S&*T!!!! it's october!!!!! pleassse dont shut us down. please? *POUT* |
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| binks | Oct 2 2008, 06:36 PM Post #17 |
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yea that |
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| xXamoursanglant | Oct 4 2008, 01:59 PM Post #18 |
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I've got a heart that can hold love... Sara Ramirez, Grateful
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I don't know I mean it's just the three of us... |
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| Sally | Oct 4 2008, 08:10 PM Post #19 |
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i'll find some more people......*runs off to lj* |
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| xXamoursanglant | Oct 13 2008, 11:28 AM Post #20 |
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I've got a heart that can hold love... Sara Ramirez, Grateful
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if you can find at least five or more that will comment ill keep it open you have til november 1st |
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