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Title: There should be a flash of red in everybody's life
Author: irinafan
Prompt: Alex/Addison, red
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Addisex porn. (I mean it) Written for the ultimate, fandom crossing porn battle.
Alex used to hate red. He used to think it was the most offending, most flashy color, a color for attention whores and also the regular ones. Whenever he picked up a woman in a bar he made sure that she wasn’t wearing anything red, because red is a “Fuck me, now” color, and he wants someone who doesn’t want to be picked up by a guy, he wants a challenge.
He never wanted anything to do with red, until she came along and showed him how red could be classy. How red could be exciting, beautiful, subtle even. Like the light reflections on the strand of her hair that had made it’s way out of her scrub cap, or the almost unnoticeable flash of her dark red, silky bra under the white blouse that she is wearing today.
He hates himself for noticing all this, he hates himself for thinking that red, especially on her, could be beautiful, and he hates her for changing his thoughts on red. And right now he hates Mark Sloan for sending him down to the pit before he could sneak in another look at Addison’s red-bra-under-the-white-blouse. So when he gets paged by her he almost jumps and tries not to run too fast up to the third, putting an annoyed look on his face that will keep people from holding him up.
Unfortunately, when he reaches the nurse’s station on the third floor, she’s nowhere to be seen. He groans in disappointment and proceeds to check all the places she could probably be, starting with the NICU and the nursery, the galleries in the OR s, the doctor’s lounge on the second floor. He’s about to ask a nurse when he remembers the deserted on-call-room where he once caught her crying, up on the third floor next to the room with the broken toilet.
He doesn’t bother to knock, but walks right in and almost sighs in relief when he sees her at the window, turning towards him.
“Took you long enough.”, she mumbles and takes a few steps towards him.
He takes in her appearance, her hair is up in a pony tail, she has taken off her lab coat and he could swear that the top two buttons on her blouse had been closed when he had seen her that morning, because he can see a piece of the red bra now, and he’s fairly certain that he couldn’t a few hours earlier.
She fidgets a little and he notices he’s staring, so he finally looks up into her eyes.
“Are you okay? Do you need any help?”, he asks, a little worried now, his hand still on the doorknob.
“Do you want me to close the door?”
She smiles a little smile, one that is so wicked it makes him a little nervous, “That depends.”
“On what?” he asks but closes the door anyway.
“You know”, she takes a step closer, “there are two options with that door.”
He raises an asking eyebrow.
“Either…you could open it right now, walk out and this conversation has never happened.”
She takes another step closer, definitely too close, because hello, he can see all the way down to her navel.
“Or?”
“Or..”, - she’s so close she’s almost touching him but not quite, - “you could lock this door and then fuck me against it as hard as you can.”
He just stares at her open mouthed, his eyes huger than the day he had been told Santa Clause doesn’t exist. But right now he thinks he must exist, because there’s a beautiful, hot, classy woman in front of him, and he had no idea someone as classy as Addison could manage such a leering fuck-me look. Something must be wrong.
He’s still staring at her, and Addison is kind of getting worried he might not take her very obvious offer to have sex with her right now, but then he leans in, focusing on her eyes, before sniffling a little. She almost wants to laugh.
“Karev, I am not drunk, or high or anything like that.”
“Well then, are you sick?” He reaches a hand out to touch her forehead, but she slaps it away.
“I am not sick, or drunk, or high, or stoned, or whatever you want to call it, I am JUST HORNY FOR GOD’S SAKE!!”
Her cheeks are flushed and she’s using her hands far too much while talking, and that’s when he realizes she’s actually serious. Apparently his body is realizing it the same second, because he feels something almost twitching to life between his legs. He smiles and then reaches out to lock the door, before returning his gaze to her.
“In that case, take off your blouse.”
“You take it off”, she says in a low voice and then smiles at him, and he cannot help but feel like he has just walked into a trap, but he doesn’t really care because it will only be seconds before he gets to see that beautiful piece of red silk that he has caught glimpses off already.
“Fine”, he snaps, grabbing her by the elbows and turning them around until her back hits the door. His fingers start undoing her buttons, but they are many and she isn’t a patient person.
“It’s taking too long, just rip them already!”, she hisses and he’s only too happy to oblige, scattering buttons all around the room. His hands are on her naked skin immediately, running up and down her sides, feeling along her ribs and then moulding around the red lacy fabric that’s covering her.
“God, you’re more beautiful than in my dreams.”
“You dream about me?”
“All the time.”, he breathes against her neck and then bites her, delicate but just hard enough to make her shiver.
“Do that again.”, she demands and he does.
Her hands pull up his scrub top up over his head and she runs them along his chest, then along his back, pulling him closer.
“Kiss me”, she breathes into his ear.
“Not yet”, he answers, licking and biting along her neck. She’s so responsive, always leaning into his touch or pressing herself a little closer into him when he bites or licks the right spot. He wonders how long she can take not kissing him, and how long he will be able to resist.
His hands wander around to her back, unclasping her bra and she throws it away before sneaking her hand down between their bodies and untying his scrub bottom. Only when they are already pooling around his ankles does she realize that he has stopped moving.
“What’s wrong?”, she whispers.
“Nothing, just - “, he reaches up and loosens her ponytail “-just let me look at you for a second.”
She leans back against the door and smiles at him, red hair framing her face (how could he ever think red was a whorish colour, he wonders) and contrasting against her pale skin. He has never realized that her hair is that long, the tips of her hair reach below her breasts and he tugs at a strand that is curled against the skin around one of her nipples.
“You’re amazing.” he half-mumbles, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. He isn’t prepared for her to give him a 1000-volt smile, the most brilliant smile he has seen on her face in ages, and he cannot stop himself from leaning in and finally pressing his lips against her own.
There’s a moment of surprise on her side, but then she quickly wraps her arms around his neck and pushes her tongue against his mouth until he lets her in. He pushes back and wraps his tongue around her own and it’s war, but in a good kind of way.
She reaches down and unzips her skirt, her mouth still fused to his. There’s biting and a lot of licking until she finally manages to get rid of her skirt, hoists herself up and wraps her legs around his waist.
“I wanted to do that!”, he pouts, breaking free from her lips.
“Do what?” she asks, biting his neck and grinding herself against him.
“Take off your skirt” he says distractedly, pushing back, and oh god, she’s soft and warm in all the right places.
“I’ll give you another opportunity”, she moans against his lips, not really paying attention to what she’s saying because there’s nothing but two layers of very thin fabric between them and she’s sure he can feel how wet she is.
His hands are on her breasts now and he quickly bends down to bite each nipple softly, then licks and kisses back up to her neck, flicking her nipples with his thumbs as his tongue leaves them.
She gasps and tries to decide on which touch to concentrate when there’s suddenly a hand between her legs and he starts rubbing his palm against her, creating an absolutely delicious friction between her skin and the panties she’s still wearing.
They’re red and he marvels at them and at how wet she is, until one of her hands finds it’s way into his boxers and wraps around him, stroking lightly.
And then it’s really too much and he’s yanking down her panties while she’s getting rid of his boxers, and then he’s shoving her against the wall and pushing into her.
They both groan and he almost comes right there this second because it’s Addison around him and she feels even better than he always imagined and oh god is she wet and warm. And impatient, because she really has no time to give him a moment to compare her to his dream-her.
“Move!” she almost yells and so he does, slowly pulling out a bit and then back in, but then he can hear her first demand (she is a demanding person, oh yes) in the back of his head, about the “as hard as you can” and he immediately picks up the tempo.
She kisses him forcefully and urges him on, responding to every move with one of her own until he is bumping her against the door so hard she knows she will have bruises later, but she doesn’t care.
He silently thanks all the Gods and deities he can come up with that the damn toilets aren’t working in this corridor because they’re making quite a lot of noise (he’s fairly certain he will make her scream), but nobody will hear because the corridor is deserted, and even if somebody heard he wouldn’t be able to stop now.
There’s no space between their bodies, her hands are wrapped around his neck and his are on her hips, holding her in place while his face is buried in her hair. He opens his eyes and watches her tresses move slightly with every of his thrusts, like a sea of red in front of him.
She’s moaning and gasping and groaning into his ear, and from the way she’s digging her nails into his back he can tell she’s almost there.
So he stops and then pulls out as far as he can without losing her -she makes a protesting noise-, before pushing back into her as hard as he can, becoming faster and faster with every thrust until she suddenly turns silent and then lets loose a strangled scream and contracts around him.
When he feels her muscles spasm around him he gets even harder than he already is and then pushes once more before coming into her deliciously wet and soft warmth.
They stay like that for a few minutes, waiting for their breathing to even out, hugging each other close.
When he finally looks up, the first thing his eyes fall on is her red slip. “God, I love red.” He blurts out before he can stop himself.
“Good to know.”, she chuckles and tightens her arms around him a little, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“Thank you.” She whispers.
“Really….. thank you.”
He finally pulls out of her and lets her down until her feet hit the floor, then leans in to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Anytime. It’s better than the dreams, you know.”
He smirks when she slaps him lightly on the arm.
Later he’s presenting a case to her in his usual bored voice, just that his eyes are not on her face, she can feel them on her breasts and she knows he can see that her nipples turn into hard peeks immediately.
He rounds the patient’s bed and pretends to pick up something from the floor behind her, softly brushing her backside on his way up. She can feel herself getting wet and she could swear her face is turning redder every second.
“Dr. Karev, could I talk to you outside for a moment please?”, she says sweetly and smiles at the patient.
When he appears in the doorframe, she yanks him outside and closes the door, almost growling at the smug grin on his face.
“Stop that, for god’s sake!”
“Stop what?”, he asks innocently and steps a little bit closer.
“Stop making me horny in front of my patient! I can’t work when I’m horny!”, she hisses.
“Awwww. Well, I’m always here to..you know….make the horny go away!”, he whispers into her ear.
“ALEX!”, she almost yells and then bursts out laughing.
“Okay, let’s make a deal. You’ll be a good boy and keep your hands..and your eyes to yourself while I’m working and we can talk about the rest later, okay?”
He seems to ponder that offer for a moment, but then agrees grinning. When she turns around to open the door again she suddenly feels his hand on her backside and turns back to look at him horrified.
“What, you’re not working right now!” he says smirking.
“Oh shut up”, she answers exasperated and slaps him lightly.
Alex follows the other interns into the locker room, they’re all happy and chatty and ready to go home, locker doors are being yanked open and smashed closed, Meredith and Cristina are talking about some boy issue as usual, George is moping because Callie brushed him off - as usual-, everything seems to be just about normal.
Until Alex opens his locker and finds a small, folded piece of paper placed neatly on his old sneakers. (He can’t help but feel embarrassed, he really should have thrown them away ages ago.)
Archer Hotel
Room 2214
Be there at 8.
Don’t be late, or I might take care of this little ... problem that I have myself…
PS: I’m going to wear red
Oh god the mental image. Alex’s pants suddenly feel several sizes too small, and he knows this is what she intended and she knew very well he would find her message in company of the other interns, and oh god it’s revenge for his earlier game. Because now he has to come up with a reason to hang behind long enough so nobody will see the immense hard-on he’s sporting.
Meredith and Cristina are talking and talking, George has already left, Izzie isn’t even there, and he can absolutely not wait any longer because it’s already half past seven and he’s not going to be late one single minute. So he takes the old sneakers out of his locker, holds them in front of himself and then almost runs out of the room.
“What the hell is wrong with him??”
“I have no idea, but he looked like Satan himself just told him that Santa Clause isn’t real.”
Author: irinafan
Prompt: Alex/Addison, red
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Addisex porn. (I mean it) Written for the ultimate, fandom crossing porn battle.
Alex used to hate red. He used to think it was the most offending, most flashy color, a color for attention whores and also the regular ones. Whenever he picked up a woman in a bar he made sure that she wasn’t wearing anything red, because red is a “Fuck me, now” color, and he wants someone who doesn’t want to be picked up by a guy, he wants a challenge.
He never wanted anything to do with red, until she came along and showed him how red could be classy. How red could be exciting, beautiful, subtle even. Like the light reflections on the strand of her hair that had made it’s way out of her scrub cap, or the almost unnoticeable flash of her dark red, silky bra under the white blouse that she is wearing today.
He hates himself for noticing all this, he hates himself for thinking that red, especially on her, could be beautiful, and he hates her for changing his thoughts on red. And right now he hates Mark Sloan for sending him down to the pit before he could sneak in another look at Addison’s red-bra-under-the-white-blouse. So when he gets paged by her he almost jumps and tries not to run too fast up to the third, putting an annoyed look on his face that will keep people from holding him up.
Unfortunately, when he reaches the nurse’s station on the third floor, she’s nowhere to be seen. He groans in disappointment and proceeds to check all the places she could probably be, starting with the NICU and the nursery, the galleries in the OR s, the doctor’s lounge on the second floor. He’s about to ask a nurse when he remembers the deserted on-call-room where he once caught her crying, up on the third floor next to the room with the broken toilet.
He doesn’t bother to knock, but walks right in and almost sighs in relief when he sees her at the window, turning towards him.
“Took you long enough.”, she mumbles and takes a few steps towards him.
He takes in her appearance, her hair is up in a pony tail, she has taken off her lab coat and he could swear that the top two buttons on her blouse had been closed when he had seen her that morning, because he can see a piece of the red bra now, and he’s fairly certain that he couldn’t a few hours earlier.
She fidgets a little and he notices he’s staring, so he finally looks up into her eyes.
“Are you okay? Do you need any help?”, he asks, a little worried now, his hand still on the doorknob.
“Do you want me to close the door?”
She smiles a little smile, one that is so wicked it makes him a little nervous, “That depends.”
“On what?” he asks but closes the door anyway.
“You know”, she takes a step closer, “there are two options with that door.”
He raises an asking eyebrow.
“Either…you could open it right now, walk out and this conversation has never happened.”
She takes another step closer, definitely too close, because hello, he can see all the way down to her navel.
“Or?”
“Or..”, - she’s so close she’s almost touching him but not quite, - “you could lock this door and then fuck me against it as hard as you can.”
He just stares at her open mouthed, his eyes huger than the day he had been told Santa Clause doesn’t exist. But right now he thinks he must exist, because there’s a beautiful, hot, classy woman in front of him, and he had no idea someone as classy as Addison could manage such a leering fuck-me look. Something must be wrong.
He’s still staring at her, and Addison is kind of getting worried he might not take her very obvious offer to have sex with her right now, but then he leans in, focusing on her eyes, before sniffling a little. She almost wants to laugh.
“Karev, I am not drunk, or high or anything like that.”
“Well then, are you sick?” He reaches a hand out to touch her forehead, but she slaps it away.
“I am not sick, or drunk, or high, or stoned, or whatever you want to call it, I am JUST HORNY FOR GOD’S SAKE!!”
Her cheeks are flushed and she’s using her hands far too much while talking, and that’s when he realizes she’s actually serious. Apparently his body is realizing it the same second, because he feels something almost twitching to life between his legs. He smiles and then reaches out to lock the door, before returning his gaze to her.
“In that case, take off your blouse.”
“You take it off”, she says in a low voice and then smiles at him, and he cannot help but feel like he has just walked into a trap, but he doesn’t really care because it will only be seconds before he gets to see that beautiful piece of red silk that he has caught glimpses off already.
“Fine”, he snaps, grabbing her by the elbows and turning them around until her back hits the door. His fingers start undoing her buttons, but they are many and she isn’t a patient person.
“It’s taking too long, just rip them already!”, she hisses and he’s only too happy to oblige, scattering buttons all around the room. His hands are on her naked skin immediately, running up and down her sides, feeling along her ribs and then moulding around the red lacy fabric that’s covering her.
“God, you’re more beautiful than in my dreams.”
“You dream about me?”
“All the time.”, he breathes against her neck and then bites her, delicate but just hard enough to make her shiver.
“Do that again.”, she demands and he does.
Her hands pull up his scrub top up over his head and she runs them along his chest, then along his back, pulling him closer.
“Kiss me”, she breathes into his ear.
“Not yet”, he answers, licking and biting along her neck. She’s so responsive, always leaning into his touch or pressing herself a little closer into him when he bites or licks the right spot. He wonders how long she can take not kissing him, and how long he will be able to resist.
His hands wander around to her back, unclasping her bra and she throws it away before sneaking her hand down between their bodies and untying his scrub bottom. Only when they are already pooling around his ankles does she realize that he has stopped moving.
“What’s wrong?”, she whispers.
“Nothing, just - “, he reaches up and loosens her ponytail “-just let me look at you for a second.”
She leans back against the door and smiles at him, red hair framing her face (how could he ever think red was a whorish colour, he wonders) and contrasting against her pale skin. He has never realized that her hair is that long, the tips of her hair reach below her breasts and he tugs at a strand that is curled against the skin around one of her nipples.
“You’re amazing.” he half-mumbles, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her closer. He isn’t prepared for her to give him a 1000-volt smile, the most brilliant smile he has seen on her face in ages, and he cannot stop himself from leaning in and finally pressing his lips against her own.
There’s a moment of surprise on her side, but then she quickly wraps her arms around his neck and pushes her tongue against his mouth until he lets her in. He pushes back and wraps his tongue around her own and it’s war, but in a good kind of way.
She reaches down and unzips her skirt, her mouth still fused to his. There’s biting and a lot of licking until she finally manages to get rid of her skirt, hoists herself up and wraps her legs around his waist.
“I wanted to do that!”, he pouts, breaking free from her lips.
“Do what?” she asks, biting his neck and grinding herself against him.
“Take off your skirt” he says distractedly, pushing back, and oh god, she’s soft and warm in all the right places.
“I’ll give you another opportunity”, she moans against his lips, not really paying attention to what she’s saying because there’s nothing but two layers of very thin fabric between them and she’s sure he can feel how wet she is.
His hands are on her breasts now and he quickly bends down to bite each nipple softly, then licks and kisses back up to her neck, flicking her nipples with his thumbs as his tongue leaves them.
She gasps and tries to decide on which touch to concentrate when there’s suddenly a hand between her legs and he starts rubbing his palm against her, creating an absolutely delicious friction between her skin and the panties she’s still wearing.
They’re red and he marvels at them and at how wet she is, until one of her hands finds it’s way into his boxers and wraps around him, stroking lightly.
And then it’s really too much and he’s yanking down her panties while she’s getting rid of his boxers, and then he’s shoving her against the wall and pushing into her.
They both groan and he almost comes right there this second because it’s Addison around him and she feels even better than he always imagined and oh god is she wet and warm. And impatient, because she really has no time to give him a moment to compare her to his dream-her.
“Move!” she almost yells and so he does, slowly pulling out a bit and then back in, but then he can hear her first demand (she is a demanding person, oh yes) in the back of his head, about the “as hard as you can” and he immediately picks up the tempo.
She kisses him forcefully and urges him on, responding to every move with one of her own until he is bumping her against the door so hard she knows she will have bruises later, but she doesn’t care.
He silently thanks all the Gods and deities he can come up with that the damn toilets aren’t working in this corridor because they’re making quite a lot of noise (he’s fairly certain he will make her scream), but nobody will hear because the corridor is deserted, and even if somebody heard he wouldn’t be able to stop now.
There’s no space between their bodies, her hands are wrapped around his neck and his are on her hips, holding her in place while his face is buried in her hair. He opens his eyes and watches her tresses move slightly with every of his thrusts, like a sea of red in front of him.
She’s moaning and gasping and groaning into his ear, and from the way she’s digging her nails into his back he can tell she’s almost there.
So he stops and then pulls out as far as he can without losing her -she makes a protesting noise-, before pushing back into her as hard as he can, becoming faster and faster with every thrust until she suddenly turns silent and then lets loose a strangled scream and contracts around him.
When he feels her muscles spasm around him he gets even harder than he already is and then pushes once more before coming into her deliciously wet and soft warmth.
They stay like that for a few minutes, waiting for their breathing to even out, hugging each other close.
When he finally looks up, the first thing his eyes fall on is her red slip. “God, I love red.” He blurts out before he can stop himself.
“Good to know.”, she chuckles and tightens her arms around him a little, pressing a kiss to his neck.
“Thank you.” She whispers.
“Really….. thank you.”
He finally pulls out of her and lets her down until her feet hit the floor, then leans in to give her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Anytime. It’s better than the dreams, you know.”
He smirks when she slaps him lightly on the arm.
Later he’s presenting a case to her in his usual bored voice, just that his eyes are not on her face, she can feel them on her breasts and she knows he can see that her nipples turn into hard peeks immediately.
He rounds the patient’s bed and pretends to pick up something from the floor behind her, softly brushing her backside on his way up. She can feel herself getting wet and she could swear her face is turning redder every second.
“Dr. Karev, could I talk to you outside for a moment please?”, she says sweetly and smiles at the patient.
When he appears in the doorframe, she yanks him outside and closes the door, almost growling at the smug grin on his face.
“Stop that, for god’s sake!”
“Stop what?”, he asks innocently and steps a little bit closer.
“Stop making me horny in front of my patient! I can’t work when I’m horny!”, she hisses.
“Awwww. Well, I’m always here to..you know….make the horny go away!”, he whispers into her ear.
“ALEX!”, she almost yells and then bursts out laughing.
“Okay, let’s make a deal. You’ll be a good boy and keep your hands..and your eyes to yourself while I’m working and we can talk about the rest later, okay?”
He seems to ponder that offer for a moment, but then agrees grinning. When she turns around to open the door again she suddenly feels his hand on her backside and turns back to look at him horrified.
“What, you’re not working right now!” he says smirking.
“Oh shut up”, she answers exasperated and slaps him lightly.
Alex follows the other interns into the locker room, they’re all happy and chatty and ready to go home, locker doors are being yanked open and smashed closed, Meredith and Cristina are talking about some boy issue as usual, George is moping because Callie brushed him off - as usual-, everything seems to be just about normal.
Until Alex opens his locker and finds a small, folded piece of paper placed neatly on his old sneakers. (He can’t help but feel embarrassed, he really should have thrown them away ages ago.)
Archer Hotel
Room 2214
Be there at 8.
Don’t be late, or I might take care of this little ... problem that I have myself…
PS: I’m going to wear red
Oh god the mental image. Alex’s pants suddenly feel several sizes too small, and he knows this is what she intended and she knew very well he would find her message in company of the other interns, and oh god it’s revenge for his earlier game. Because now he has to come up with a reason to hang behind long enough so nobody will see the immense hard-on he’s sporting.
Meredith and Cristina are talking and talking, George has already left, Izzie isn’t even there, and he can absolutely not wait any longer because it’s already half past seven and he’s not going to be late one single minute. So he takes the old sneakers out of his locker, holds them in front of himself and then almost runs out of the room.
“What the hell is wrong with him??”
“I have no idea, but he looked like Satan himself just told him that Santa Clause isn’t real.”