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"Point Is," by sailorscully (Grey's Anatomy RPS, Kate/Ellen)
Very important note: sailorscully wrote this story. She was unable to post today, so I'm posting for her. If you want to leave feedback and make sure she gets it, send it to commaveninja at gmail.com.
Title: Point Is
Author: Sarah (sailorscully)
Recipient: daneorange
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy RPS
Pairing: Kate Walsh/Ellen Pompeo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: about 1,100
Disclaimer: About real people but not true. No libel intended.
Notes: For daneorange! Hope you like - I had to hurry to finish this, so it's not the best fic ever, but - Grey's RPS! Yay!
There were things Kate was angry at, people Kate wanted to slap in the face, but there was nothing she could do about it. Well, there was one thing she could do, and often did.
See, Kate had this problem. Well, possibly it wasn't a problem; Kate and her friends referred to it as a "lifestyle," with accompanying arm-flailing and even a tacky name.
Point is, Kate liked to drink. When Kate was happy, she drank and got giddy. When Kate was sad, she sometimes even drank alone - not a lot, usually just ten or twelve martinis before bed. A nightcap, if you will.
But sometimes things happened. This time, it was a spin-off show. Shonda had pulled Kate into her office for a talk on Monday, and by Thursday?
By Thursday, Kate was ready to jump off a bridge. People were calling left and right, rumors were flying about Katie being pissed, about Isaiah being jealous (how could HE feel justified, being jealous, after calling T.R. that...word?), about T.R. and Dempsey wanting guest spots already. Guest spots. They hadn't even started filming the pseudo-pilot yet, and Dempsey was already clamoring for attention.
Figures.
So Kate was drinking, and drinking angrily - slamming shot after shot, chasing them with beers, and ranting at whomever was sitting nearest. The bartender had the good sense to stick to the other end of the bar, fortunately for him.
That was the exact moment when Ellen decided to walk in. Ellen Pompeo, star of the current show, whom Kate had admired for her steadfast ability to charm her way in and out of Shonda's sometimes-convoluted storylines. The man Kate was currently passing up chose that moment to grab Kate's arm - and Kate, too inebriated to think properly, turned, glared at him, and punched him in the nose, hard. As blood shot from his nose, the man fell backwards, flailing wildly, and Kate raised her other arm to bring her beer mug down on his head, a string of curses spewing from her mouth.
Someone grabbed her arm, though, luckily. Ellen, with her little, spindly arms, was actually quite strong for her size. She eyed Kate, who lowered her arm mid-swing in surprise, pacified instantly by the sight of her co-star.
"Ellen! What...what are you doing here?"
Ellen glared balefully at Kate, arms crossed. "You're drunk. You need to leave." And with that, Ellen tossed a few twenties on the bar and marched Kate out, linking their arms together.
Behind them, a man with a broken nose cried as his friends chided him for hitting on the wrong angry superstar.
Kate wobbled into the parking lot, Ellen struggling to support her. Ellen pushed her into a sitting position on the trunk of her stretch limo, and stood in front of the drunken red-head, hands on her hips. She spoke, quietly, a dangerous edge to her voice, her Boston accent slipping out. It did that, sometimes, Kate pondered. Usually only when Ellen was drunk, but Ellen wasn't drunk, here.
“Why are you so drunk, Kate?”
Oh. Also when Ellen was angry. Kate had seen that episode of Punk'd. And she'd laughed, hard.
Kate wasn't laughing now, and neither was Ellen, but Kate was drunk and angry and Ellen was sober and angry, so the only logical progression was this:
Kate leaned forward and kissed Ellen square on the lips, and Ellen just froze for a moment. She settled, though, and stepped forward, cupping Kate's face gently between her little hands. Kate broke the kiss, her eyes dropping to gaze somewhere around Ellen's chin.
"I just realized, you're the only one who hasn't given me any crap about this stupid spinoff thing," Kate mumbled, glancing up to gauge Ellen's reaction. The smaller woman's face relaxed into a small smile, her eyes soft.
"Of course I haven't," Ellen said softly. "I understand what it's like. I'm Meredith Grey, remember? And it's Grey's Anatomy? Come on, Kate. I've been hated on for a couple years now, I think I'd know what it was like. They Punk'd me, they tear me apart in every trashy magazine. And now you're freaking out because...you don't want the same thing. I know you know that any show you touch would be golden, but...I mean, the fame sucks, kinda."
Kate nodded, her hands clutching faintly at Ellen's arms. Ellen shook her head.
"Come on, let's go home. You want to stay at my place tonight? Chris is out of town."
Kate simply nodded again, allowing Ellen to assist her into the backseat of the limosine they'd been sitting on. She slumped in the squashy leather seat, sliding down and tilting sideways and ending up resting on Ellen's shoulder.
"Why are you so good to me?" mumbled Kate. Ellen simply closed her eyes and smiled, reaching over to push a strand of red hair off Kate's face, and she paused, a little surprised, when Kate leaned into her hand, pressing her lips to the smaller woman's palm. Kate reached over and toyed playfully with the strap of Ellen's tank top, tracing a finger around her prominent collarbone.
By the time they'd reached Ellen's beautifully-decorated penthouse apartment, their clothes were barely hanging on. Kate had the zipper of Ellen's jeans undone, and her shirt hiked up. and was busily tracing patterns on the fair skin of Ellen's stomach. And Ellen was rolling her eyes delightedly, fingers gripping tightly onto Kate's shoulders.
"I don't want to leave your show, ever," mumbled Kate, around and beside and into Ellen's mouth. And Ellen simply smiled, slipping a slim hand between Kate's skin and her jeans, sliding a finger over Kate's already wet center, slipping two fingers inside. Kate gasped, clutching at Ellen's shoulders, eyes rolling as Ellen pushed her back onto the bed.
"That's not a good attitude to have, Kate," Ellen said, managing to sound concerned even as she alternated speaking and flicking at Kate's clit with her tongue. "As a talented - very talented actress, you need to be ready to take whatever opportunities come your way. And - you can't start barfights just because you don't like things." She sighed. "That's tacky."
But that's not the point, Kate thought five minutes later as she came. The point was kneeling in front of her, delicately wiping her lips. The point was, her spin-off had no female actresses cast yet. Her spin-off didn't have Ellen, or Katie, or Sara.
Kate was about to get cut off from sex - and she wasn't pleased one bit.
Title: Point Is
Author: Sarah (sailorscully)
Recipient: daneorange
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy RPS
Pairing: Kate Walsh/Ellen Pompeo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: about 1,100
Disclaimer: About real people but not true. No libel intended.
Notes: For daneorange! Hope you like - I had to hurry to finish this, so it's not the best fic ever, but - Grey's RPS! Yay!
There were things Kate was angry at, people Kate wanted to slap in the face, but there was nothing she could do about it. Well, there was one thing she could do, and often did.
See, Kate had this problem. Well, possibly it wasn't a problem; Kate and her friends referred to it as a "lifestyle," with accompanying arm-flailing and even a tacky name.
Point is, Kate liked to drink. When Kate was happy, she drank and got giddy. When Kate was sad, she sometimes even drank alone - not a lot, usually just ten or twelve martinis before bed. A nightcap, if you will.
But sometimes things happened. This time, it was a spin-off show. Shonda had pulled Kate into her office for a talk on Monday, and by Thursday?
By Thursday, Kate was ready to jump off a bridge. People were calling left and right, rumors were flying about Katie being pissed, about Isaiah being jealous (how could HE feel justified, being jealous, after calling T.R. that...word?), about T.R. and Dempsey wanting guest spots already. Guest spots. They hadn't even started filming the pseudo-pilot yet, and Dempsey was already clamoring for attention.
Figures.
So Kate was drinking, and drinking angrily - slamming shot after shot, chasing them with beers, and ranting at whomever was sitting nearest. The bartender had the good sense to stick to the other end of the bar, fortunately for him.
That was the exact moment when Ellen decided to walk in. Ellen Pompeo, star of the current show, whom Kate had admired for her steadfast ability to charm her way in and out of Shonda's sometimes-convoluted storylines. The man Kate was currently passing up chose that moment to grab Kate's arm - and Kate, too inebriated to think properly, turned, glared at him, and punched him in the nose, hard. As blood shot from his nose, the man fell backwards, flailing wildly, and Kate raised her other arm to bring her beer mug down on his head, a string of curses spewing from her mouth.
Someone grabbed her arm, though, luckily. Ellen, with her little, spindly arms, was actually quite strong for her size. She eyed Kate, who lowered her arm mid-swing in surprise, pacified instantly by the sight of her co-star.
"Ellen! What...what are you doing here?"
Ellen glared balefully at Kate, arms crossed. "You're drunk. You need to leave." And with that, Ellen tossed a few twenties on the bar and marched Kate out, linking their arms together.
Behind them, a man with a broken nose cried as his friends chided him for hitting on the wrong angry superstar.
Kate wobbled into the parking lot, Ellen struggling to support her. Ellen pushed her into a sitting position on the trunk of her stretch limo, and stood in front of the drunken red-head, hands on her hips. She spoke, quietly, a dangerous edge to her voice, her Boston accent slipping out. It did that, sometimes, Kate pondered. Usually only when Ellen was drunk, but Ellen wasn't drunk, here.
“Why are you so drunk, Kate?”
Oh. Also when Ellen was angry. Kate had seen that episode of Punk'd. And she'd laughed, hard.
Kate wasn't laughing now, and neither was Ellen, but Kate was drunk and angry and Ellen was sober and angry, so the only logical progression was this:
Kate leaned forward and kissed Ellen square on the lips, and Ellen just froze for a moment. She settled, though, and stepped forward, cupping Kate's face gently between her little hands. Kate broke the kiss, her eyes dropping to gaze somewhere around Ellen's chin.
"I just realized, you're the only one who hasn't given me any crap about this stupid spinoff thing," Kate mumbled, glancing up to gauge Ellen's reaction. The smaller woman's face relaxed into a small smile, her eyes soft.
"Of course I haven't," Ellen said softly. "I understand what it's like. I'm Meredith Grey, remember? And it's Grey's Anatomy? Come on, Kate. I've been hated on for a couple years now, I think I'd know what it was like. They Punk'd me, they tear me apart in every trashy magazine. And now you're freaking out because...you don't want the same thing. I know you know that any show you touch would be golden, but...I mean, the fame sucks, kinda."
Kate nodded, her hands clutching faintly at Ellen's arms. Ellen shook her head.
"Come on, let's go home. You want to stay at my place tonight? Chris is out of town."
Kate simply nodded again, allowing Ellen to assist her into the backseat of the limosine they'd been sitting on. She slumped in the squashy leather seat, sliding down and tilting sideways and ending up resting on Ellen's shoulder.
"Why are you so good to me?" mumbled Kate. Ellen simply closed her eyes and smiled, reaching over to push a strand of red hair off Kate's face, and she paused, a little surprised, when Kate leaned into her hand, pressing her lips to the smaller woman's palm. Kate reached over and toyed playfully with the strap of Ellen's tank top, tracing a finger around her prominent collarbone.
By the time they'd reached Ellen's beautifully-decorated penthouse apartment, their clothes were barely hanging on. Kate had the zipper of Ellen's jeans undone, and her shirt hiked up. and was busily tracing patterns on the fair skin of Ellen's stomach. And Ellen was rolling her eyes delightedly, fingers gripping tightly onto Kate's shoulders.
"I don't want to leave your show, ever," mumbled Kate, around and beside and into Ellen's mouth. And Ellen simply smiled, slipping a slim hand between Kate's skin and her jeans, sliding a finger over Kate's already wet center, slipping two fingers inside. Kate gasped, clutching at Ellen's shoulders, eyes rolling as Ellen pushed her back onto the bed.
"That's not a good attitude to have, Kate," Ellen said, managing to sound concerned even as she alternated speaking and flicking at Kate's clit with her tongue. "As a talented - very talented actress, you need to be ready to take whatever opportunities come your way. And - you can't start barfights just because you don't like things." She sighed. "That's tacky."
But that's not the point, Kate thought five minutes later as she came. The point was kneeling in front of her, delicately wiping her lips. The point was, her spin-off had no female actresses cast yet. Her spin-off didn't have Ellen, or Katie, or Sara.
Kate was about to get cut off from sex - and she wasn't pleased one bit.