New Fic: Falling Is Like This, ch 2: Never Cry Out Loud
Title: Falling Is Like This | Chapter Two: Never Cry Out Loud
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous and shameless flirting, innuendo, and masturbation.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Caddie, of course
Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned them, do you really think I'd be spending my time writing about them? Shondaland and ABC Studios have them…lucky bastards.
Spoilers: None, really. Set mid-season 3, after 3x07 where Callie and Addison become friends. We're just gonna pretend that Callie and George stay broken up. Cuz, um, I can.
Summary: True to Grey's Anatomy form, things got a little kinky in the elevator. This is what happens next.
Notes: Well, this chapter was a year in, uh, coming….hopefully the third and final chapter won't appear in 2009! I'm kind of a comment whore so *please* respond if you read this and let me know what you thought…comments pretty much motivate me to keep writing (*hint*). And, this chapter is dedicated to my "friend-soulmate," fellow Dynamo, and very own Elizabeth Bennet. I'd never have known Emma if I hadn't written the first chapter; I'm now even more thankful that I felt compelled to write about a Caddie romp in a sex shop! Thank you, hun, for being my life coach, my beta, and for being super clever in helping me to appropriately name this chapter! Thanks, also, to Ani DiFranco, Fleetwood Mac, and Barry White for providing such sweet, sweet music to write to. (Also, I wanted to send my love to mrschimpf , burningeden , and babyfirefly - You guys are kind of a big deal)
Chapter One: Picking Up Good Vibrations
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Callie Torres chewed the soft inner flesh of her cheek, a nervous habit that had been with her since childhood. She tapped her fork against the container of her fruit salad, attempting to focus on something, anything, other than what had been occupying her mind.
She pursed her lips, ripping open the container and stabbing her fork forcefully at a plump raspberry and jammed it into her mouth. As the tart juices rolled around her tongue she was assailed with the memory of the raspberry hand lotion that Addison kept in her locker. Callie loved that lotion; its scent was so subtle and yet, so purely Addison. Despite the luxurious perfume that Addison wore on a daily basis, Callie's breath quickened every time she caught a whiff of raspberry. And, of course, she couldn't complain when Addison took too much and needed to rub a little into Callie's palms, massaging it in a bit with her lithe, long fingers. Just the recollection of the pads of Addison's fingers stroking along her own caused her to shiver.
After thoughtfully chewing a piece of cantaloupe, Callie stifled a yawn. She blinked several times and ignored the fact that she was more than a little fatigued. To say that she hadn't gotten much sleep would be an understatement.
It had been two days since their excursion to The Treasure Chest. That night had been a sleepless one, spent wracked with worry over her impulsive kiss in the elevator. She had no good explanation for it other than the fact that having her lips so near Addison's skin was so tempting that she found herself unable to resist. Her cheeks warmed as she thought it over in detail. That moment in the elevator, tasting her flesh, hearing her moan--it was the single most erotic moment she'd ever experienced. She barely made it into her hotel room before she was fucking herself against the door. She got off twice more in the bath, her mind teeming with images of Addison several floors below her, fucking herself into oblivion. She didn't sleep for the better part of the night.
Having just completed a 48-hour shift, Callie was off the following day, using the time to catch up on the neglected activities and work she had been putting off. It was futile, really. Despite the fact that Calliope Torres was a focused, driven woman, the redheaded attending invaded her thoughts. She was not one to let fleeting distractions detract from her clarity and precision, but a little voice in the back of her head questioned whether or not Addison was just some passing fancy.
And then last night happened. Callie found herself at a complete loss to explain how she had managed to have a dream like…that. She sucked on a blueberry and winced as she remembered the details. She simply did not have dreams like that.
It wasn't so much the fact that Addison was the guest of honor in her nightly dream sequence. While Callie Torres was not usually prone to fantasizing about women, she felt that it was inevitable when it came to a woman as flirtatious and captivating as Addison Montgomery. How could she not? They were as close as two women could be and Callie was undeniably drawn to her. It was big enough as it was that she had such a close female friend. Strictly speaking, she had more male friends, partly because she had always just been 'one of the guys,' partly because of the overwhelming maleness of her specialty, and partly because she simply had a difficult time connecting with other women.
But Addison. Addison was different. She wasn't like other women. She brought things out in Callie that she had banished and ignored years ago. While around her male friends she had to exert her self-sufficiency and control, she actually ceded to the redhead and allowed her tough nature to soften.
She found the friendship incredibly balanced. It didn't bother her so much that she found her defenses crumbling where the other woman was concerned, as long as she kept a certain amount of control. Callie smirked as she noted the fact that she often dictated the course of their flirtations. Yes, Addison responded with a titillating fervor that suggested her own play for control, but Callie's ability to quiet the woman with a teasing statement always proved that she had the upper hand.
It was for this reason that she was generally unfazed by the fact that her thoughts of Addison occasionally took a sexual tone. It was rather normal, really, given the nature of some of their conversations, that Callie was so susceptible to daydreams of fucking Addison in the elevator, or the supply closet, or anywhere that had a flat surface.
This was why her dream was so damn unsettling. Sexuality she could handle. Romanticism was another issue completely.
It started off normally enough. They were dancing. This wasn't a new concept. She and Addison had gone dancing together and Callie had the best time in a club that she had ever had. But this wasn't the same dark, smoky club-like atmosphere. It was Seattle Grace, decorated similarly to the way it had been during the prom, though it was earlier in the day. And while they had danced together in the club, their bodies close and undulating in the dim heat of the packed room, their dancing in the dream had a far different tone.
Addison had been leading, extending her arm to twirl Callie before pulling her back possessively, one of Addison's arms tucked around her waist as her other was entwined with Callie's. They danced quickly, jubilantly, wide smiles plastered to their faces. Despite the obvious seriousness of the dance, their steps were light-hearted. Callie had dipped Addison, who laughed and upon being brought to an upright position, kissed Callie through a smile.
As Callie and Addison had swayed to the song cheek to cheek, Callie had begun to sing along. She was no Barry White, but Addison responded giddily to her synchronized version of "You're the First, The Last, My Everything." They separated, Addison breaking into her dorky, half-serious form of dancing. Callie beamed as she watched her and shook her hips exaggeratedly, never taking her eyes off the form in the flowing white silk, the long, loose strands of auburn dotted with white flowers.
Seconds before Callie awoke, her dream self had pulled Addison back in for a long kiss before whispering, "I love you."
Callie blinked several times as she recalled the dream, stuffing several pieces of fruit into her mouth in her distraction. She understood the sexual attraction. But this? She felt dismantled. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she was in love with Addison. After all, they had only known each other for a short while. It had taken months to get to that point with George. But again, it was different with Addison. Realizing that she loved George was a tumultuous inner struggle--there were times where she felt it with such a furious certainty and other times when she was just as flippant about him as she was about what she'd wear for the day.
Love simply did not come easily to her. It was easier, it seemed, to put up walls to prevent her heart from getting broken. Not that it ever did any good. She ended up suffering anyway. She'd either put so much energy into avoiding getting hurt that she would push away people that meant a great deal to her, or she'd let someone in who tossed around her feelings like they meant nothing. She trusted George with her heart and he let her down.
She chewed her cheek, knowing instinctively that Addison was nothing like George. Not that she was going to do anything about it. Wanting Addison was one thing. Something that she could handle. Possibly loving her was something completely different. Anything else… it simply wasn’t possible.
The scraping of a chair a foot away from her pulled Callie from her reverie and she smiled at Addison as she took her seat. Addison shimmied in her chair, humming a song that sounded eerily similar to Barry White.
"I just heard the best ring tone," Addison said, opening the top of her salad container. "It was like James Brown or Barry White or someone. Very catchy. I should look into it for my OR."
Callie cleared her throat, reaching for her glass of milk and swallowing a large mouthful before responding. "You know, I kind of always imagined listening to Barry White in more of a…romantic setting. It doesn't strike me as voice I'd want to listen to while tinkering around in a uterus."
"You know, the couple was probably listening to Barry White when they created the kid--what's wrong with reintroducing the baby to the soul man who sparked its very existence when it comes into the world?"
Callie laughed and shook her head, glad for the chance to avoid dwelling on the coincidence that had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She watched Addison as she tore at the package of raspberry vinaigrette dressing with her teeth, drizzling it over her salad. A drop of dressing landed on her finger and she brought it to her mouth, sucking off the offending liquid. Callie swallowed.
"How's your day been?" Callie asked, watching as Addison stabbed at a piece of lettuce and a cherry tomato with her fork.
"Long," Addison responded before taking her bite. She chewed and swallowed before answering. "I hate the families of patients who think they know more you. It's like, say hello to my multiple degrees."
Callie laughed and nodded. "I had a girl the other day insist that her brother's leg wasn't actually broken when the bone was clearly protruding through the skin."
"Was she mental or something?"
With a laugh Callie replied, "No, but responsible for the broken leg."
Addison rolled her eyes. "People! I'm so not into people today. Well, except you." She smiled sweetly at Callie and laid down her fork, groaning. "I just wanna get out of here!" She locked her arms behind her, stretching in her chair, her shirt riding up and baring her bellybutton. Callie looked away.
A piece of cantaloupe fortifying her, Callie looked up. "Anxious to get back to your new best friend?"
Addison motioned as if to throw a tomato at Callie but popped it into her mouth, her cheeks coloring slightly. "Jealous of a little silicone, Torres?"
Callie brushed this off. "Don't flatter yourself. Just concerned, that's all."
"Concerned? About what?"
"Oh, just that you'll become too attached and turn your back on living, breathing people."
Addison scoffed. "You're the one who bought me the damn thing. I wouldn't have used it if it weren't for your words of encouragement."
Callie grinned. "I'm so glad to know that I was your motivational material."
"Careful, Torres, or you'll motivate me right now." Addison smirked through a mouthful of salad, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"We can't have that, can we? We've got hours left of work and your new friend is probably needing the rest."
"I'm not dependent on the thing! Jeez…you make it sound like I'm all addicted or something."
"I'm just saying, I'd hate to see you completely forget how much more amazing human contact is."
"Are you offering to remind me?"
Callie's stomach tightened. "You'd have to clear your schedule for that one, Doctor."
"My schedule appears to be free tonight."
Goosebumps erupted over her skin. She stuck her tongue in her cheek. "You're in luck. My obligations seem to have miraculously been rescheduled."
"What are you proposing?"
"You provide the take out, I'll bring the wine and a few movies to remind you of the joys of sex with another flesh and blood person."
Addison choked on her water, coughing as her eyes widened slightly. Callie suppressed a grin as Addison said, "Damn croutons. So um, yea. Sounds good."
Callie glanced at the croutonless salad and smiled. "Be there at 8?"
"It's a date."
Callie ignored the word that Addison had thrown out, taking a large mouthful of milk to assuage her suddenly dry throat. She licked her upper lip and noticed Addison watching her with a smile plastered on her face.
"You've got a little, um, milk moustache there…"
Callie rolled her eyes in embarrassment and licked the offending milk off of her lip, her eyes focused on Addison's, which were very much focused on the route of her tongue. Her breath quickened; if the look on Addison's face were indicative of anything, her thoughts were not purely centered on making sure Callie didn't walk around with food on her face. Regaining some composure, she asked, "Better?"
"Actually, you left a little right…" Addison reached over and wiped at the corner of her mouth with her index finger. "There we go."
Callie's tongue twitched within her mouth, drawn by the immediate urge to dart out and tease Addison's finger. She breathed in deeply, shaking the thought from her head. "Thanks. You know it's true friendship when they'll point out that you've got something on your face."
Addison beamed. "As if I could allow my best friend to walk around with a milk moustache - how cool would that be?"
"A regular 'Got Milk?' ad." Callie shook her head. "Not me. No thanks."
"Hey, it could be good promotion for the hospital. I bet people would be throwing themselves down the stairs left and right for a chance to visit our Ortho ward."
Callie rolled her eyes as Addison smiled through another bite of salad, licking the dressing off her fork before reaching over for a piece of fruit. Callie stabbed a piece of lettuce and a cucumber from Addison's salad and grinned at Addison as they shared food. As Addison swallowed and craned her neck in search of another piece of cantaloupe, her pager began to beep mercilessly at her hip.
"Ugh…don't patients realize that they're not allowed to have medical emergencies until after the specialist is well fed?"
"How dare they inconvenience us!"
Addison shook her head as she stood, grinning. "I'll see you tonight."
"You bet you will." Callie watched Addison toss the remnants of her salad in the trash and head towards the elevators. As she neared the exit, she turned and smiled widely.
Callie cleared her throat and smiled back, hoping that it hadn't been blatantly obvious that she had been staring. She frowned at the remaining fruit in her container and sighed. What was happening to her? Callie Torres did not go soft for attractive redheads. She did not go soft for anyone. So why now?
With as much resignation as she could muster, Callie decided to completely stop whatever was happening with Addison, and set about eating the rest of her fruit salad.
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Callie pulled her t-shirt over her head, throwing it on top of the small pile that adorned the foot of her bed. With a groan she looked at herself in front of the mirror, clad in a pair of gray and white striped pajama bottoms and a black bra. She turned, glancing over her shoulder as she viewed her ass. Of all of her pajama bottoms, it looked killer in these.
Not that she was accentuating her ass for any particular reason.
Frowning, she unclasped her bra and slipped it over her arms, adding it to the mess on her bed, and tugged a white tank top over her head. Securing it over her large bust, she pulled out a red tank top from her drawer and adjusted it over the white one, repositioning it in a way that would accentuate her cleavage rather than hide it.
Not that she was hoping to draw attention to her cleavage.
She raised an appreciative eyebrow at the image before her in the mirror and just as quickly groaned in frustration, hurling herself across her bed. What was wrong with her? She needed to make a fashion statement when she was about to watch movies all night?
Of course, they weren't going to be watching Disney movies. They'd be watching movies intended for those of older ages for the sole purpose of viewing their sex scenes. She slapped her forehead for suggesting it in the first place. How was she going to watch celebrities get it on when she was sitting beside the woman she wanted so badly that she could barely make it out of work without needing a panty change?
She had almost been able to go the rest of the work day without bumping into Addison. Almost. Her last surgery of the day found them scrubbing in at the same time. Though the women were able to chat about their respective cases, Callie was undeniably distracted not by what Addison was saying, but by something she noticed.
Addison's hair, swept into her usual bun, was tucked beneath her scrub cap. The long, smooth expanse of her neck had distracted her regardless, but it wasn't until Addison had turned to leave that she realized that on the back of her neck, just barely peeking out over the hem of her scrub top, was the smallest trace of a hickey.
Callie was stunned for such a forceful visual reminder of her elevator dalliance. Had she really sucked that hard? She couldn't remember - all she had been able to focus on was the creamy, smooth flesh that her tongue had been so daring as to taste.
Addison obviously had no idea that it was there. She wasn't actually sure if anyone would be able to notice it if they hadn't known that there was the possibility of a hickey in the first place, and in the dim backlights of the surgical room she was sure no one would have noticed, not even someone in the gallery.
Callie sat up and glanced at the clock. She still had ten minutes until she was due in Addison's room and she sighed. Patience had never been one of her dominant qualities. She smoothed her hands over her backside, checking once again to make sure that the lines of her boyshorts were hidden. Satisfied that they were, she set to gathering her things.
Bottle of Merlot. Check. Blockbuster bag. Check. Lip gloss. Check. Callie reached for the third item, pouting her lips as she rolled the vanilla-flavored gloss over her mouth. She rubbed them together and smacked her lips, smiling into her mirror. She shook her head at herself. The lip gloss was too much. It looked too…desperate for kissing. She licked the gloss off, thankful for its flavor, and pursed her lips as she looked at them in their nude state. She reapplied and threw the gloss into her purse. Perhaps it wouldn't look so desperate if she didn't constantly reapply it.
She still had eight minutes left and decided that it wouldn't be the end of the world if she were early. After throwing her keycard into the Blockbuster bag, she grabbed it and the wine and headed for the elevator.
Don't think about what happened in here Callie thought to herself as she stood inside the enclosed space, tapping her thumb against the bottle. It was inevitable, really: memories began to creep into her vision, overwhelming her as she remembered just how sweet Addison had tasted…just how warm she was…just how close. The elevator dinged loudly at the arrival of her floor and she took a deep breath. What would have happened if their elevator ride had lasted a little longer?
She walked the few yards down the hall, raising her arm to knock on Addison's door but paused before her knuckles could rap against the wood. Music was filtering out of the room, the voice of Stevie Nicks intermingling with that of one Ms. Addison Montgomery. Callie grinned as she listened to Addison sing along to "Gold Dust Woman" and pictured the red haired beauty swaying to the beat of the music. Callie listened until the song ended, her cheeks flushing, and knocked on the door.
Callie leaned against the doorframe, listening as Addison scrambled to turn the music off and head for the door. She pulled it open, smiling.
"Rock on, ancient queen," Callie said, grinning widely as she handed Addison the bottle of Merlot.
"Oh my God," Addison groaned, hiding her face with her hand. "Don't laugh at me and my horrible voice."
"I would never," Callie replied, walking into the hotel room. "It wasn't actually that bad."
"Right. Well, that was obviously Stevie you were hearing. And you're not gonna hear it again, so get it out of your head right now."
"Spoil sport."
"Like I'm gonna sing around you when you've got the voice of like some Broadway singer or something. Nope. Not happening. I have some self respect."
"You've never heard me sing." Callie dropped the bag of movies onto Addison's bed, inhaling the aroma of the Chinese food spread out along her desk.
"Yes, I have. A few times, actually. Mostly in the locker room or in the scrub room when you think no one's around…" Addison smiled, bending at the waist to search in a drawer for the corkscrew. "I don't know why you don't do it more often; you've got an amazing voice. It makes me hate you a little, actually."
Callie watched Addison as she bent, biting her lip slightly as she took in the sight of Addison's backside. As she stood, she took the opportunity to get a complete view of the attending. She was wearing a pair of tan pajama shorts with brown polka dots, highlighting the incredible length of her toned legs. She swallowed. She was also wearing a white wife beater. She pursed her lips…had they been talking about something? Oh yes. "My voice is fine. And I will not sing for your entertainment, so forget it."
Addison rolled her eyes as she opened the bottle. "Fine. So tell me what's in your goody bag there; I've been curious about these movies all day."
Callie held out two wine glasses as she recalled the movies that she had rented. "Let's see…Unfaithful…Basic Instinct…Body Heat…and Bound."
Addison raised her eyebrow. "I know the first three…not too familiar with the last one."
"Oh, just a little bit of alternative lovin' for you, since you're all sexually adventurous now."
"Shut it! Just because I've never had the need for a vibrator does not mean I'm not sexually adventurous. You'd be surprised, missy!"
"Ooh, I'm intrigued. C'mon, Addy, tell me all your dirty secrets."
"Maybe after a little more wine. So what is it about then? Bondage? The title suggests…"
Callie laughed, sipping her wine. "It's about lesbians who fuck over the mob."
Addison rolled her eyes. "That's it?"
"What's it? Lesbians?"
"I was expecting something all hardcore or something. You make it sound as though I couldn't possibly have ever been with a woman."
"Are you trying to tell me something, Addison?"
"I've been with women before. My relationship before Derek was with a woman."
Callie felt her eyes widen before she could force a calm face. Addison. Bisexual. Interested in women. She swallowed, the taste of wine thick on her tongue.
"Sit," Addison said with a laugh, pointing at the bed. "I have proof. I can't believe that I shocked you."
"I'm just a little surprised. I never knew you were interested in women."
"Well it's not written on my forehead, is it? I don't exactly advertise." Addison set down her glass and strode to her closet, reaching up to the top shelf for something. She stood on her toes, extending her mile-long legs and Callie clenched her fingers, overcome by the urge to run her hands along them and wrap them around her waist. "Here we go….a glimpse into my undergrad days," she said, holding out a photo album.
Addison jumped onto the bed, scooting herself beside Callie as she opened the book. "No teasing, either. I was 22." She flipped a few pages in until she reached one that displayed a young, beaming Addison with an attractive blonde woman. Callie glanced over the photos, which were a series of shots taken in an outdoor setting. It was autumn, by the looks of the orange-leafed trees, and Addison and her girlfriend were in turtleneck sweaters and in various couplish poses.
Callie turned the page, her eyes widening slightly as they settled upon one of the blonde woman nuzzling Addison's neck, and finally on another, which displayed them kissing. Callie stared at this one, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she took in the sight of Addison kissing another woman. They looked happy. The corner of Addison's mouth was curled in a smile and their hands were intertwined between their chests.
"Her name was Kristine. We were together for seven months."
"What happened between you to? You look so happy."
"Diane happened."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"It was rough at the time. I loved her; I mean, she loved me too, but she was falling in love with Diane and yea. I went to their wedding last year."
Callie laughed. "So no hard feelings?"
"Nah. I'm happy for them. It wouldn't have worked out with Kris…she and I were in ridiculously different fields…I think she was in environmental science or something. Anyway, she's a professional tree hugger in Maine now."
"Wow." Callie flipped through the rest of the book, glancing at various images of Addison in college. She paused at a picture of a young, fresh-faced Addison in a sweatshirt donned with Greek letters.
"I never took you for a sorority girl, Addison," Callie laughed.
"I wasn't. I was the secretary of our honorary biology fraternity."
Callie raised an eyebrow. "I'm so not surprised by that, actually. I always knew you were a geek."
"Ha, and I'm sure you're just reveling in the mental image of me in the sexy secretary role."
"Well, you've already got the kinky glasses."
"How are my glasses kinky?"
"Puh-lease, Montgomery! I've seen the obscene things you do to those rims; it's enough to make me need a cigarette break or two."
"Ooh, I had no idea you were so enthralled by my oral fixation."
Oh. God. Callie's eyes focused of their own accord on Addison's mouth as her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. "Enthralled? No way. Amused, maybe."
"Your actions just now definitely go against what you just said."
"How is that?" Callie demanded, slamming the photo album shut and tossing it beside her on the bed. Her challenging eyes met Addison's.
"You're watching every move my mouth makes. I can't blame you. I'd watch too, especially if I knew the level of skill that a tongue like mine has."
Callie's stomach clenched tightly and she swallowed. "You're such a tease."
"It's only teasing if you don't intend to follow through."
"Careful, Ads. You're not drunk enough to be saying those kinds of things."
"Who says I need to be drunk at all?" Addison said, a smirk setting on her face. Her eyes beamed with a pleased glimmer of satisfaction.
Callie realized, as the tense knot tightened within the pit of her abdomen, that Addison's flirtation was more than likely payback for the neck-kiss thing in the elevator. She almost wished it hadn't happened; despite the very defined lines of friendship that would certainly not be crossed, Callie was certain that if Addison kept this up she'd never be able to control her actions. She'd hate herself for initiating something that Addison was probably joking about, something she knew would be considered a mistake. If anything, she doubted that she'd make it through the night without ducking into the bathroom to relieve the tension that Addison was creating between her legs.
"Keep it up, Montgomery. Keep it up. Then we'll see who's the tease, huh?"
"Challenging me?"
"Maybe."
"I do love to play," Addison grinned.
Callie pursed her lips, set her eyebrows, and shook her head. She could not continue to take the bait that her redheaded friend was dangling in front of her. Instead, she replied, "I thought the little toy I bought you was gonna relieve you of your horndog behavior?"
Addison laughed, disengaging from the alluring position she had twisted her body into during their flirtation. Callie breathed a sigh of relief: it had been becoming difficult to keep her eyes at eye-level. "So did I," she said, grabbing the photo album and stowing it back into the closet. "But apparently the onset of satisfying orgasms has opened the floodgates, so to speak."
"You have the dirtiest mind I've ever encountered, Doctor."
"Yours is pretty up there," Addison remarked, grabbing and separating two paper plates from a large stack on the corner of her desk.
"A fact I am honored and proud to admit."
Addison rolled her eyes. "Now I don't know about you," she said as she handed Callie a plate, "but all of this shameless flirting has got me starved. Shall we?"
"We shall, indeed," Callie replied, watching with a firm appreciation as Addison helped herself to lo mein, teriyaki beef, and vegetable fried rice.
"Why don't you get a movie set up?"
"Which one do you wanna start with?"
"I'm torn between Bound and Body Heat."
"Well…which would you prefer? Lesbians and the mafia or film noir? Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly or Kathleen Turner and some guy?"
"You're making this decision way too difficult for me," Addison said, pouting.
"Fine. Let's start with Body Heat."
"Husky-voiced blonde? Fine by me."
"Oh boy," Callie said as she put the DVD into the player, "do I see a pattern emerging here?"
"What pattern?" Addison asked, sitting cross-legged against her pillows. She reached for the remote at the foot of her bed, her shirt dipping slightly to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Callie cleared her throat and helped herself to a plate of food. "Your taste in women. You've totally got a thing for blondes."
"Not necessarily," Addison said through a mouth full of noodles.
"Kris…Kathleen Turner…I'm surprised you haven't dipped into the hospital dating pool!" She scrunched up her nose, making a disgusted face. "Ew. Please tell me you wouldn't date Stevens."
Addison laughed and rolled her eyes. "So *not* a rockstar in my opinion."
"Really? Modelly, bleached blondes don't do it for you?"
"Not really. Not Stevens anyway. I guess I hadn't really thought about it."
"Or would someone like Meredith Grey be your type?" Callie offered, settling in beside the redhead.
Addison's eyes widened, her fist clenching around her utensil. "You take that back! I've got a fork and I know how to use it!"
"I kid, I kid!" Callie laughed and took the remote from Addison, pressing 'play.'
"Why are you so interested in this, anyway?"
"Just curious, I suppose. What woman would you date from the hospital?"
Addison rolled her eyes. "Someone's a little obsessed with the idea of me with another woman."
"I am so not obsessed. Seriously…I'm just surprised that you are actually bisexual…and more surprised that I didn't already know it."
"You don't know all of my secrets, Dr. Torres."
"Apparently not."
"Is it so hard to believe that I get down with the ladies every once in a while?"
Callie thought about it for a moment, her mind swarming with images of Addison's head between distinctly female legs. She coughed, her face flushing with color. "Nope. Not hard to believe."
"I totally just fueled your fantasies for the next week," Addison giggled.
"So you think," Callie retorted.
"So I know."
"Whatever."
"That's the best response you've got? Whatever?"
Callie's face colored slightly. "Maybe I'm just hungry and interested in the movie?"
"Yea. And I'm not a natural redhead."
Callie raised an eyebrow. "You are?"
"Calliope Torres!"
"What? That shade of red is not the most oft-occurring color in nature."
"You don't know me at all, do you? I feel like I should be offended!"
"I thought I did. Jeez, woman…I had no idea what you were gonna go all Ellen on me…and I had no idea the carpets matched the drapes."
"Aah, so you've thought about it?"
Caught again. "What? No!"
"Yea right. Let the record show that you are in fact the one questioning my sexual preferences and imagining whether or not I'm a natural red."
Callie put down her plate with a huff and turned to look at Addison. "Seriously, Ads, I'm just surprised that a buttoned-up Connecticut-native such as yourself has actually ventured into Sapphic waters. It's just one of those things you expect to know about your best friend and it's kinda weird that I didn't, okay?"
"It really bothers you, doesn't it?" Addison asked softly.
Callie looked away, her eyes focusing on the movie. "I just thought I knew you a little better."
"I don't really talk about it. Derek doesn't even know."
"He doesn't?"
"Come on…Derek freaked out about a vibrator…what would he have said if the woman he married turned out to date women too? A woman who is also a gynecologist no less."
Callie frowned. "Does it bother you? Being in your profession?"
"It doesn't bother me…but..." Addison paused. "It bothers other people. As good as I am at my job…it makes me a little nervous that I may alienate my patients."
"But that shouldn't stop you. They have discrimination policies for that kind of thing."
"Which wouldn’t stop a patient of mine to seek alternative treatment. Anyway…it hasn't really been an issue."
"What hasn't?"
"Wanting to date a woman."
Callie's heart sank and she attempted not to reflect that in her voice. "No ladies of interest?"
"Not until recently."
Her heart lifted, pounding faster within her chest. "Spill it, Montgomery. Who's the lucky lady?"
Addison rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, I would! Secrets don't make friends, you know!"
"It's just weird being open about this kind of thing!"
"But it's me, Ads. You can talk to me about anything."
"Exactly…"
"What does that mean?"
Addison swallowed, looking away. "It means…it means that Kathleen Turner is about to get it on…"
Callie looked at the television, surprised that the movie had progressed as far as the first sex scene. "You little sex freak," she said, watching Addison's cheeks turn pink.
"Shh."
Callie smirked and settled back against her pillow, curiosity gnawing at her. She tilted her head slightly, glancing at her friend out of the corner of her eye. Addison, her best friend, suddenly seemed like a stranger. Callie knew that this revelation shouldn't unsettle her as much as it did. She thought she knew everything about this woman and, despite the flirting that had passed between them, never allowed herself to think that there was any substance to it.
No. Callie could not allow her thoughts to go there; to think there was substance would be to assume that she was the woman Addison was interested in. That would just be conceited, narcissistic, presumptuous. It would also crush her hopes when she turned out to be wrong.
"Holy hotness," Addison muttered, taking a large swallow of her wine.
"All right over there? Do you need me to fan you or something?"
"I just might…"
The tinge of pink that had settled over Addison's cheeks, neck and chest spread over Callie, warming her flesh and igniting a subtle fire within her. This was a very, very bad idea.
"This was such a good idea," Addison said with a lascivious grin when the movie progressed to a neutral scene. Her rapt attention was broken and she stood, moving their empty plates to the desk. "Do you want more wine?"
Callie nodded, downing the last sip before holding out her glass. Addison leaned forward, her tank top dipping forward slightly. Callie's hand trembled as her eyes caught sight of two hardened nubs pressing against the thin white cotton, causing the stream of Merlot to cascade over Callie's hand and drip onto her pants.
"Shit!" Addison screeched, dropping the bottle onto the nightstand. She snatched Callie's glass, wiping it down with a napkin. "Fuck; I'm sorry, Cal."
Callie pouted at the stain that was settling into her pajama pants. "It's really not a big deal, Ads. Seriously."
Addison grabbed a stack of napkins, jumping onto the bed. She kneeled beside Callie, taking her hand. She began to wipe off the wine, her hand circling each finger. Callie's eyes fixed on the motions, her throat suddenly going dry. "Fucking hell, look at your pants!" She threw aside the wet napkins and began to pat at Callie's wine-soaked thigh. "God, I'm such a klutz."
The feel of Addison's fingers massaging her thigh, even through a wad of paper towel, was enough to send a violent jolt through her body. She watched, her eyes wide, as Addison's hand pat against her inner thigh, and wondered if Addison could feel the heat that was emanating from her core. She judged, by Addison licking her lips, that she could. Callie groaned.
Addison looked up, an eyebrow raised. "I'm really, really sorry, Cal. I ruined your pants."
Callie suppressed a snicker and stood, looking at the large purple mark. "It's not your fault," Callie began.
"No, no, it is. I've got some stain remover. Take off your pants. We can let them soak in the sink."
"Wait. What?"
"Don't pretend to be all modest. I've got shorts you can wear."
Callie laughed. "I was actually shocked at the fact that you have stain remover when you send out your laundry."
Addison rolled her eyes as she pulled out a small bottle. "In case of emergencies."
"Like when you purposely soil a girl's clothes so you can get her half naked?" Callie joked, hoping to camouflage the lust in her voice.
"Yes, exactly," Addison deadpanned. "Now seriously, take off your pants or I'll do it for you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Callie said, tugging at the drawstring. She wiggled her hips as she shimmied out of her pants, tossing them at Addison and standing unabashed in front of her.
Addison was silent for a moment, her eyes catching a glimpse of Callie's white, lacy boyshorts. "Probably a little too much," Addison smiled, turning for the bathroom. She tripped over the leg of the pants that draped over her hand, the bottle skidding across the carpet.
Callie laughed.
"Shut up."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"I'm accident prone, okay?"
"Despite the night of unknown facts about your life, that was a detail of your character that I already knew," Callie grinned, reaching the stain remover before Addison. She bent, grabbed it, and held it out to her wide-eyed friend.
"Jesus, Cal, that thing's a lethal weapon," Addison said, taking the bottle and heading for the bathroom.
"What thing?"
"Your ass."
Callie grinned wider, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, and watched as Addison rubbed fervently at the stain. The redhead looked up and pursed her lips.
"Don't pretend you don't know that you have a ridiculously nice ass that makes the rest of us look completely assless."
"Oh come on," Callie said, her eyes falling to Addison's. "You have a great ass."
Addison rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I think you're insane."
"I guess I'm in good company then."
"Hardy har har." Addison filled the sink and left the pants to soak. "We'll check on these in a few hours. I really am sorry."
"It's really not a big deal," Callie said seriously, shuddering as Addison brushed past her. She sat on the edge of the bed as Addison rifled through a drawer to find her a pair of shorts. She donned the proffered article of clothing, raising her eyebrow at how short they were. "Seriously?"
"I like short shorts," Addison said, shrugging her shoulders. She topped off her own glass of wine and sat back on the bed.
"You might as well not even have shorts on," Callie said, taking her seat beside the attending.
"Why do you think it took so long for me to find those for you in the first place?"
Callie choked on her wine. "You sleep naked?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes just in a t-shirt or something."
Callie shuddered. The image of Addison in just a t-shirt was incredibly sexy. "I shoulda known you'd be a nudist."
"What can I say? I'm comfortable with my body,"
"I'm comfortable with your body too," Callie said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Addison laughed. "You're an ass. Now come on…Kathleen's up to something. I know it."
Callie rolled her eyes, which did not go unnoticed by the attending.
"This was you're idea! You wanted me to see all your sex tapes!"
"These are not my sex tapes. You'd know my sex tapes if you saw them."
"Unless they're solo, I don't want to see them."
Callie cleared her throat. "And why is that?"
"Your taste in guys is questionable."
"What?!"
"George…Mark…"
"Not fair! You dated Mark first!"
"And while he's a good looking man…I don't think I need to see any more of a naked Mark Sloan."
"Amen, sistah," Callie replied, clinking her glass against Addison's.
Addison shifted, scrunching down against her pillow. Her shoulder brushed Callie's.
Callie shivered.
The remainder of Body Heat proved a frustrating experience for Callie. Addison was apparently greatly affected by the movie; she fidgeted and shifted position so many times that Callie was tempted to tie her down.
Not that Addison would have minded.
When the credits began to play, Addison was laying on her stomach facing the foot of the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles atop her pillow. Callie's eyes, which had managed to stay focused on the movie for the most part, darted to the curve of Addison's thighs and the slightest hint of tan silk beneath her shorts.
She shifted uncomfortably when Addison rolled over, refocusing her eyes on her friend's face. "What did you think?"
"Loved it! Kathleen Turner kicks so much ass!"
"Because she screws everyone over and doesn't get caught, or because she's hot?"
"Both. Duh."
Callie chuckled. "So what next? Are you tired, or do you want to watch another movie?"
"Movie please!"
"And which one would you like to watch?"
"Um…"
"Be decisive, woman. I chose the last one."
"All right then. Bound."
"Nice choice." She stood and began to busy herself with changing the discs.
"You look good in my shorts," said Addison softly. It was so faint that she wasn't sure she had heard it at all.
Callie looked over her shoulder. "What?"
"Nothing." Addison shifted to her knees. "Want me to shut the lights?"
"Sure. That's fine."
Addison didn't respond as she walked across the room, holding her hand over the light switch. When Callie laid herself against the pillow, she smiled and nodded at Addison, who flipped it off.
"Showtime," Callie grinned, her stomach clenching as Addison reclaimed her spot on the bed. She wiggled herself into a comfortable position, finally settling against her pillow with her side pressed flush against Callie's.
"Holy hotness," Addison whispered several minutes into the movie.
"Nothing's even happened yet."
"Are you kidding? They just eye fucked in the elevator."
"That they did."
"I like elevators…" Addison said, her voice trailing off as she watched the movie.
Callie shifted her hips slightly, the mention of elevators bringing back memories that caused a surge of desire in the pit of her belly. She let out a heavy exhale and licked her lips.
"Damn, Cal…you have good taste in movies."
"I know."
"They are so freakin' hot. It's not even fair."
"Which one do you like?"
"Both of them."
Callie laughed. "Which one do you like more?"
"Are you trying to profile me or something?"
"Just curious about what you're into, that's all."
Addison pursed her lips, tilting her head in thought. "Probably Jennifer Tilly, I think. Her voice is irritating but her body is amazing."
"I wouldn't have thought that."
"Why?"
"She just doesn't seem like your type."
"I thought we established that you don't know what my type is?"
"Are you trying to rub in the fact that you're a stranger to me or what?"
"Just making a point."
"And what point is that?"
"I don't have a type. I don't have one type of guy that I like. I don't have one type of woman that I like. I'm not so easily categorized."
"Touché."
Addison was quiet for several moments before saying, "Gina Gershon has great eyes, but Jennifer's curvy. I like that." Addison shifted, her bare leg brushing against Callie's.
Callie swallowed.
"Gotcha."
"And who do you like?"
"What?"
"Which one of them do you like? Lemme guess - Gina?"
"I like them both. But I think I'd go for a girly girl," Callie replied pointedly, catching Addison's gaze. They held the stare for several moments before Addison looked away.
"Tell me she did not just do the whole 'helpless female dropped her earring' bit."
"Oh, she did it."
"Damn…"
Callie had seen the movie enough times to know that the seduction scene was coming up. She had memorized the motions, the words, and it was with no great effort that she turned her dark eyes to studying Addison's reaction to the scene. The red haired woman clasped her fingers together over her stomach, her thumbs tapping an irregular rhythm. She chewed her bottom lip, her tongue occasionally slipping out to worry the soft red flesh.
Callie's breath quickened as she watched Addison react to the seduction in the movie. The attending's hips shifted several times, her thighs tightened. Her eyes widened. Her nipples hardened beneath the cotton of her top. Her hands unclasped, her fingers tensing against her stomach.
Addison was horny as hell.
And it was turning Callie on like crazy.
She didn't have to feel between her legs to know that she was wet, and when she shifted her hips she could feel the slick friction that rubbed uncomfortably against her panties. Addison's discomfort was evident; Callie could feel her biceps tighten against her own as she splayed her hands and teased her fingers over her stomach. It was driving her mad with lust.
She glanced towards the television, catching the silhouette of Addison's long, slender feet, toes curling and uncurling. On the screen, the seduction had been interrupted though the tension remained. Callie held her breath; there would only be a few minutes before the actual sex scene and she yearned to observe her friend's reaction.
She was not disappointed. As the camera panned over the two naked, gyrating women, Addison's breath hitched in her throat. Her back arched slightly as her hands looked as though she were trying to refrain from touching herself. Callie swallowed a moan.
"Uuuh," Addison gasped, her tongue darting out over her dry lips. "I miss that."
Callie was startled by the unexpected admission. "What?"
"Fucking women."
Callie's body shook, the force of the statement like a caress against her pulsing clit.
"I can see why."
"You don't know what you're missin', Cal."
"I'll have to try it sometime," she croaked, her heart hammering against her chest.
"Yea, you will."
Callie suppressed a moan. She could so plainly see herself straddling Addison and kissing her with everything she had. She could almost feel her fingers sliding inside of her, her mouth sucking on her smooth alabaster throat. She could imagine, as clearly as if it had already happened, fucking her through the mattress.
She stood.
"Cal?"
"Sorry, just…gotta run to the bathroom."
"Oh…I can pause the movie."
"No, keep it on. I've seen it a hundred times."
"There's a surprise." Addison grinned. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were as attracted to girls as I am."
"Ha ha," Callie said awkwardly. "Yea. Be back in a minute."
Callie disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning the lock. She quietly lowered the lid of the toilet and sat, putting her head in her hands.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. She tapped her leg, jostling her head and she instead threaded her fingers in her hair and brushed it back. With a resolute sigh, she stood and looked at herself in the large mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide, her lips pursed as if ready to kiss. She stroked her tongue along her lower lip as the memory of kissing Addison's neck assaulted her.
She had always liked necks. She liked kissing collarbones and leaving imprints of her lipstick. She liked raking her teeth against the flesh and leaving goosebumps. She really liked hickeys. She liked sucking and teasing her tongue against her lover's pulse, feeling the life flow within them.
She wanted to feel Addison's pulse against her tongue.
More importantly, she wanted to feel the throbbing of her pulse mirrored in the nub between her legs.
In one swift motion, Callie turned, leaning her backside against the edge of the sink. She slid her hand beneath her shorts, beneath the fabric of her underwear, and immediately sought scorching wetness. As she suspected, she was unbearably wet and she hissed as her fingers grazed her clit. Her hips jerked.
Callie closed her eyes, imagining Addison's reaction if she knew that she had stowed away to fuck herself just a few feet away from where she sat. She had teased about it before at Joe's when they were both drunk and unusually chatty about their sexual frustrations, though she hadn't really ever gone to the bathroom to masturbate. She'd been close to it, yes, but she'd never actually been so far gone that she needed to relieve her tension or suffer the consequences.
Until tonight.
A nagging guilt reared within her. What was she doing, fucking herself to thoughts of her best friend? Yea, there was an attraction. There was flirtation. But the fear that this crossed some sort of boundaries caused her to still her fingers. Did this count as some kind of betrayal, thinking of her friend in such inappropriate contexts?
Worry caused her to pull her hand away, streaking a line of wetness against her belly. She took a long, deep breath and, as she opened her eyes, she noticed a black garter on the floor beside the bath.
She could picture the black lace fastened around her hips, the straps clipped to her stockings. She wondered if Addison wore underwear that matched.
Addison Montgomery. Black lace panties. Maybe a thong?
Within seconds, Callie's index and middle fingers were pressed against her opening. Without taking the time to tease herself as she usually liked, she plunged her fingers in, her mouth opening to emit a silent cry as intense pleasure caused her knees to buckle. She fucked herself with a rough, hastened vigor, imagining with startling clarity that Addison was the one with her hand down her pants.
She bit back a moan, arching her back as she ground her palm against her clit. She hated this angle; her wrist was already stinging with soreness, but she was close.
Hell, she was close every time Addison bent over in her shorts.
Tilting her head back, she quickened the pace of her fingers, wishing that Addison's long, lithe body were pressed against her. She parted her thighs a little wider as if to give her imaginary lover room to get off against her thigh and began to rub her thumb against her clit. Her abdomen clenched tightly, her fingers curled inside of her, her thumb circled her clit, her teeth sunk painfully into her lower lip.
She added a third finger, her knuckles straining against her tight opening. Pleasure and pain seared within her as she hovered over the precipice of extreme arousal and release.
Callie's climax hit hard. Her entire body shuddered as her muscles clamped once, twice, three times around her fingers, her wetness seeping down against her palm. Short, quiet whimpers echoed within her mouth and she fought to keep from gasping Addison's name.
Knowing she had no time to enjoy the afterglow, she winced as she removed her fingers. She turned and washed her hands, her skin still coated with a light dusting of goosebumps. She washed away the evidence of her arousal, lathering her fingers with Addison's raspberry hand soap. Cum and raspberry.
"Certainly a unique combination," Callie thought with a smirk. She dried her hands and looked at her reflection. She wanted to be too ashamed to look into her own eyes. She wanted to feel that guilt. She couldn't: all she felt was the tension easing from her body.
She unlocked the bathroom door, opened the door, and flipped off the light.
And almost ran into Addison, whose eyes were wide and her fist was posed as if to knock.
"I--uh--you okay?" Addison asked, stepping back.
Callie's face flushed with heated embarrassment. "Yea. Musta been the food or something."
"Oh. Okay. Well, you know, I was just checking. To make sure you're okay, I mean."
Callie smiled and led the way back towards the bed. Rather than stretch herself out long, she curled her knees against her body. Addison's eyes flickered over her body several times before she settled into her earlier position.
Callie swallowed the large, tense knot that had settled in her throat. She couldn't tell if Addison knew what had happened in the bathroom; her awkwardness was not out of character for her. She cursed herself silently for not being able to read her friend better.
She pushed her thoughts aside, aware that the unknown would drive her insane. Instead, she asked, "Are you liking the movie?"
"Are you kidding? It's my new favorite."
Callie grinned. "Good. I'm glad."
Addison returned the smile before staring back at the television. They were silent for several minutes before Addison shifted, twisting her legs up against her. Her toes brushed against Callie's.
Neither of them moved to separate their touching bodies.
Neither of them were aware of who fell asleep first, or who was the initiator in leaning into the other's body.
They spent the night, legs tangled, heads sharing a down pillow, unaware that they were each the subject of the other's dreams.
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(i hope you enjoyed! now pleeeeeease comment!!)
Rating: NC-17 for gratuitous and shameless flirting, innuendo, and masturbation.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Caddie, of course
Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned them, do you really think I'd be spending my time writing about them? Shondaland and ABC Studios have them…lucky bastards.
Spoilers: None, really. Set mid-season 3, after 3x07 where Callie and Addison become friends. We're just gonna pretend that Callie and George stay broken up. Cuz, um, I can.
Summary: True to Grey's Anatomy form, things got a little kinky in the elevator. This is what happens next.
Notes: Well, this chapter was a year in, uh, coming….hopefully the third and final chapter won't appear in 2009! I'm kind of a comment whore so *please* respond if you read this and let me know what you thought…comments pretty much motivate me to keep writing (*hint*). And, this chapter is dedicated to my "friend-soulmate," fellow Dynamo, and very own Elizabeth Bennet. I'd never have known Emma if I hadn't written the first chapter; I'm now even more thankful that I felt compelled to write about a Caddie romp in a sex shop! Thank you, hun, for being my life coach, my beta, and for being super clever in helping me to appropriately name this chapter! Thanks, also, to Ani DiFranco, Fleetwood Mac, and Barry White for providing such sweet, sweet music to write to. (Also, I wanted to send my love to mrschimpf , burningeden , and babyfirefly - You guys are kind of a big deal)
Chapter One: Picking Up Good Vibrations
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Callie Torres chewed the soft inner flesh of her cheek, a nervous habit that had been with her since childhood. She tapped her fork against the container of her fruit salad, attempting to focus on something, anything, other than what had been occupying her mind.
She pursed her lips, ripping open the container and stabbing her fork forcefully at a plump raspberry and jammed it into her mouth. As the tart juices rolled around her tongue she was assailed with the memory of the raspberry hand lotion that Addison kept in her locker. Callie loved that lotion; its scent was so subtle and yet, so purely Addison. Despite the luxurious perfume that Addison wore on a daily basis, Callie's breath quickened every time she caught a whiff of raspberry. And, of course, she couldn't complain when Addison took too much and needed to rub a little into Callie's palms, massaging it in a bit with her lithe, long fingers. Just the recollection of the pads of Addison's fingers stroking along her own caused her to shiver.
After thoughtfully chewing a piece of cantaloupe, Callie stifled a yawn. She blinked several times and ignored the fact that she was more than a little fatigued. To say that she hadn't gotten much sleep would be an understatement.
It had been two days since their excursion to The Treasure Chest. That night had been a sleepless one, spent wracked with worry over her impulsive kiss in the elevator. She had no good explanation for it other than the fact that having her lips so near Addison's skin was so tempting that she found herself unable to resist. Her cheeks warmed as she thought it over in detail. That moment in the elevator, tasting her flesh, hearing her moan--it was the single most erotic moment she'd ever experienced. She barely made it into her hotel room before she was fucking herself against the door. She got off twice more in the bath, her mind teeming with images of Addison several floors below her, fucking herself into oblivion. She didn't sleep for the better part of the night.
Having just completed a 48-hour shift, Callie was off the following day, using the time to catch up on the neglected activities and work she had been putting off. It was futile, really. Despite the fact that Calliope Torres was a focused, driven woman, the redheaded attending invaded her thoughts. She was not one to let fleeting distractions detract from her clarity and precision, but a little voice in the back of her head questioned whether or not Addison was just some passing fancy.
And then last night happened. Callie found herself at a complete loss to explain how she had managed to have a dream like…that. She sucked on a blueberry and winced as she remembered the details. She simply did not have dreams like that.
It wasn't so much the fact that Addison was the guest of honor in her nightly dream sequence. While Callie Torres was not usually prone to fantasizing about women, she felt that it was inevitable when it came to a woman as flirtatious and captivating as Addison Montgomery. How could she not? They were as close as two women could be and Callie was undeniably drawn to her. It was big enough as it was that she had such a close female friend. Strictly speaking, she had more male friends, partly because she had always just been 'one of the guys,' partly because of the overwhelming maleness of her specialty, and partly because she simply had a difficult time connecting with other women.
But Addison. Addison was different. She wasn't like other women. She brought things out in Callie that she had banished and ignored years ago. While around her male friends she had to exert her self-sufficiency and control, she actually ceded to the redhead and allowed her tough nature to soften.
She found the friendship incredibly balanced. It didn't bother her so much that she found her defenses crumbling where the other woman was concerned, as long as she kept a certain amount of control. Callie smirked as she noted the fact that she often dictated the course of their flirtations. Yes, Addison responded with a titillating fervor that suggested her own play for control, but Callie's ability to quiet the woman with a teasing statement always proved that she had the upper hand.
It was for this reason that she was generally unfazed by the fact that her thoughts of Addison occasionally took a sexual tone. It was rather normal, really, given the nature of some of their conversations, that Callie was so susceptible to daydreams of fucking Addison in the elevator, or the supply closet, or anywhere that had a flat surface.
This was why her dream was so damn unsettling. Sexuality she could handle. Romanticism was another issue completely.
It started off normally enough. They were dancing. This wasn't a new concept. She and Addison had gone dancing together and Callie had the best time in a club that she had ever had. But this wasn't the same dark, smoky club-like atmosphere. It was Seattle Grace, decorated similarly to the way it had been during the prom, though it was earlier in the day. And while they had danced together in the club, their bodies close and undulating in the dim heat of the packed room, their dancing in the dream had a far different tone.
Addison had been leading, extending her arm to twirl Callie before pulling her back possessively, one of Addison's arms tucked around her waist as her other was entwined with Callie's. They danced quickly, jubilantly, wide smiles plastered to their faces. Despite the obvious seriousness of the dance, their steps were light-hearted. Callie had dipped Addison, who laughed and upon being brought to an upright position, kissed Callie through a smile.
As Callie and Addison had swayed to the song cheek to cheek, Callie had begun to sing along. She was no Barry White, but Addison responded giddily to her synchronized version of "You're the First, The Last, My Everything." They separated, Addison breaking into her dorky, half-serious form of dancing. Callie beamed as she watched her and shook her hips exaggeratedly, never taking her eyes off the form in the flowing white silk, the long, loose strands of auburn dotted with white flowers.
Seconds before Callie awoke, her dream self had pulled Addison back in for a long kiss before whispering, "I love you."
Callie blinked several times as she recalled the dream, stuffing several pieces of fruit into her mouth in her distraction. She understood the sexual attraction. But this? She felt dismantled. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she was in love with Addison. After all, they had only known each other for a short while. It had taken months to get to that point with George. But again, it was different with Addison. Realizing that she loved George was a tumultuous inner struggle--there were times where she felt it with such a furious certainty and other times when she was just as flippant about him as she was about what she'd wear for the day.
Love simply did not come easily to her. It was easier, it seemed, to put up walls to prevent her heart from getting broken. Not that it ever did any good. She ended up suffering anyway. She'd either put so much energy into avoiding getting hurt that she would push away people that meant a great deal to her, or she'd let someone in who tossed around her feelings like they meant nothing. She trusted George with her heart and he let her down.
She chewed her cheek, knowing instinctively that Addison was nothing like George. Not that she was going to do anything about it. Wanting Addison was one thing. Something that she could handle. Possibly loving her was something completely different. Anything else… it simply wasn’t possible.
The scraping of a chair a foot away from her pulled Callie from her reverie and she smiled at Addison as she took her seat. Addison shimmied in her chair, humming a song that sounded eerily similar to Barry White.
"I just heard the best ring tone," Addison said, opening the top of her salad container. "It was like James Brown or Barry White or someone. Very catchy. I should look into it for my OR."
Callie cleared her throat, reaching for her glass of milk and swallowing a large mouthful before responding. "You know, I kind of always imagined listening to Barry White in more of a…romantic setting. It doesn't strike me as voice I'd want to listen to while tinkering around in a uterus."
"You know, the couple was probably listening to Barry White when they created the kid--what's wrong with reintroducing the baby to the soul man who sparked its very existence when it comes into the world?"
Callie laughed and shook her head, glad for the chance to avoid dwelling on the coincidence that had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She watched Addison as she tore at the package of raspberry vinaigrette dressing with her teeth, drizzling it over her salad. A drop of dressing landed on her finger and she brought it to her mouth, sucking off the offending liquid. Callie swallowed.
"How's your day been?" Callie asked, watching as Addison stabbed at a piece of lettuce and a cherry tomato with her fork.
"Long," Addison responded before taking her bite. She chewed and swallowed before answering. "I hate the families of patients who think they know more you. It's like, say hello to my multiple degrees."
Callie laughed and nodded. "I had a girl the other day insist that her brother's leg wasn't actually broken when the bone was clearly protruding through the skin."
"Was she mental or something?"
With a laugh Callie replied, "No, but responsible for the broken leg."
Addison rolled her eyes. "People! I'm so not into people today. Well, except you." She smiled sweetly at Callie and laid down her fork, groaning. "I just wanna get out of here!" She locked her arms behind her, stretching in her chair, her shirt riding up and baring her bellybutton. Callie looked away.
A piece of cantaloupe fortifying her, Callie looked up. "Anxious to get back to your new best friend?"
Addison motioned as if to throw a tomato at Callie but popped it into her mouth, her cheeks coloring slightly. "Jealous of a little silicone, Torres?"
Callie brushed this off. "Don't flatter yourself. Just concerned, that's all."
"Concerned? About what?"
"Oh, just that you'll become too attached and turn your back on living, breathing people."
Addison scoffed. "You're the one who bought me the damn thing. I wouldn't have used it if it weren't for your words of encouragement."
Callie grinned. "I'm so glad to know that I was your motivational material."
"Careful, Torres, or you'll motivate me right now." Addison smirked through a mouthful of salad, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"We can't have that, can we? We've got hours left of work and your new friend is probably needing the rest."
"I'm not dependent on the thing! Jeez…you make it sound like I'm all addicted or something."
"I'm just saying, I'd hate to see you completely forget how much more amazing human contact is."
"Are you offering to remind me?"
Callie's stomach tightened. "You'd have to clear your schedule for that one, Doctor."
"My schedule appears to be free tonight."
Goosebumps erupted over her skin. She stuck her tongue in her cheek. "You're in luck. My obligations seem to have miraculously been rescheduled."
"What are you proposing?"
"You provide the take out, I'll bring the wine and a few movies to remind you of the joys of sex with another flesh and blood person."
Addison choked on her water, coughing as her eyes widened slightly. Callie suppressed a grin as Addison said, "Damn croutons. So um, yea. Sounds good."
Callie glanced at the croutonless salad and smiled. "Be there at 8?"
"It's a date."
Callie ignored the word that Addison had thrown out, taking a large mouthful of milk to assuage her suddenly dry throat. She licked her upper lip and noticed Addison watching her with a smile plastered on her face.
"You've got a little, um, milk moustache there…"
Callie rolled her eyes in embarrassment and licked the offending milk off of her lip, her eyes focused on Addison's, which were very much focused on the route of her tongue. Her breath quickened; if the look on Addison's face were indicative of anything, her thoughts were not purely centered on making sure Callie didn't walk around with food on her face. Regaining some composure, she asked, "Better?"
"Actually, you left a little right…" Addison reached over and wiped at the corner of her mouth with her index finger. "There we go."
Callie's tongue twitched within her mouth, drawn by the immediate urge to dart out and tease Addison's finger. She breathed in deeply, shaking the thought from her head. "Thanks. You know it's true friendship when they'll point out that you've got something on your face."
Addison beamed. "As if I could allow my best friend to walk around with a milk moustache - how cool would that be?"
"A regular 'Got Milk?' ad." Callie shook her head. "Not me. No thanks."
"Hey, it could be good promotion for the hospital. I bet people would be throwing themselves down the stairs left and right for a chance to visit our Ortho ward."
Callie rolled her eyes as Addison smiled through another bite of salad, licking the dressing off her fork before reaching over for a piece of fruit. Callie stabbed a piece of lettuce and a cucumber from Addison's salad and grinned at Addison as they shared food. As Addison swallowed and craned her neck in search of another piece of cantaloupe, her pager began to beep mercilessly at her hip.
"Ugh…don't patients realize that they're not allowed to have medical emergencies until after the specialist is well fed?"
"How dare they inconvenience us!"
Addison shook her head as she stood, grinning. "I'll see you tonight."
"You bet you will." Callie watched Addison toss the remnants of her salad in the trash and head towards the elevators. As she neared the exit, she turned and smiled widely.
Callie cleared her throat and smiled back, hoping that it hadn't been blatantly obvious that she had been staring. She frowned at the remaining fruit in her container and sighed. What was happening to her? Callie Torres did not go soft for attractive redheads. She did not go soft for anyone. So why now?
With as much resignation as she could muster, Callie decided to completely stop whatever was happening with Addison, and set about eating the rest of her fruit salad.
--
Callie pulled her t-shirt over her head, throwing it on top of the small pile that adorned the foot of her bed. With a groan she looked at herself in front of the mirror, clad in a pair of gray and white striped pajama bottoms and a black bra. She turned, glancing over her shoulder as she viewed her ass. Of all of her pajama bottoms, it looked killer in these.
Not that she was accentuating her ass for any particular reason.
Frowning, she unclasped her bra and slipped it over her arms, adding it to the mess on her bed, and tugged a white tank top over her head. Securing it over her large bust, she pulled out a red tank top from her drawer and adjusted it over the white one, repositioning it in a way that would accentuate her cleavage rather than hide it.
Not that she was hoping to draw attention to her cleavage.
She raised an appreciative eyebrow at the image before her in the mirror and just as quickly groaned in frustration, hurling herself across her bed. What was wrong with her? She needed to make a fashion statement when she was about to watch movies all night?
Of course, they weren't going to be watching Disney movies. They'd be watching movies intended for those of older ages for the sole purpose of viewing their sex scenes. She slapped her forehead for suggesting it in the first place. How was she going to watch celebrities get it on when she was sitting beside the woman she wanted so badly that she could barely make it out of work without needing a panty change?
She had almost been able to go the rest of the work day without bumping into Addison. Almost. Her last surgery of the day found them scrubbing in at the same time. Though the women were able to chat about their respective cases, Callie was undeniably distracted not by what Addison was saying, but by something she noticed.
Addison's hair, swept into her usual bun, was tucked beneath her scrub cap. The long, smooth expanse of her neck had distracted her regardless, but it wasn't until Addison had turned to leave that she realized that on the back of her neck, just barely peeking out over the hem of her scrub top, was the smallest trace of a hickey.
Callie was stunned for such a forceful visual reminder of her elevator dalliance. Had she really sucked that hard? She couldn't remember - all she had been able to focus on was the creamy, smooth flesh that her tongue had been so daring as to taste.
Addison obviously had no idea that it was there. She wasn't actually sure if anyone would be able to notice it if they hadn't known that there was the possibility of a hickey in the first place, and in the dim backlights of the surgical room she was sure no one would have noticed, not even someone in the gallery.
Callie sat up and glanced at the clock. She still had ten minutes until she was due in Addison's room and she sighed. Patience had never been one of her dominant qualities. She smoothed her hands over her backside, checking once again to make sure that the lines of her boyshorts were hidden. Satisfied that they were, she set to gathering her things.
Bottle of Merlot. Check. Blockbuster bag. Check. Lip gloss. Check. Callie reached for the third item, pouting her lips as she rolled the vanilla-flavored gloss over her mouth. She rubbed them together and smacked her lips, smiling into her mirror. She shook her head at herself. The lip gloss was too much. It looked too…desperate for kissing. She licked the gloss off, thankful for its flavor, and pursed her lips as she looked at them in their nude state. She reapplied and threw the gloss into her purse. Perhaps it wouldn't look so desperate if she didn't constantly reapply it.
She still had eight minutes left and decided that it wouldn't be the end of the world if she were early. After throwing her keycard into the Blockbuster bag, she grabbed it and the wine and headed for the elevator.
Don't think about what happened in here Callie thought to herself as she stood inside the enclosed space, tapping her thumb against the bottle. It was inevitable, really: memories began to creep into her vision, overwhelming her as she remembered just how sweet Addison had tasted…just how warm she was…just how close. The elevator dinged loudly at the arrival of her floor and she took a deep breath. What would have happened if their elevator ride had lasted a little longer?
She walked the few yards down the hall, raising her arm to knock on Addison's door but paused before her knuckles could rap against the wood. Music was filtering out of the room, the voice of Stevie Nicks intermingling with that of one Ms. Addison Montgomery. Callie grinned as she listened to Addison sing along to "Gold Dust Woman" and pictured the red haired beauty swaying to the beat of the music. Callie listened until the song ended, her cheeks flushing, and knocked on the door.
Callie leaned against the doorframe, listening as Addison scrambled to turn the music off and head for the door. She pulled it open, smiling.
"Rock on, ancient queen," Callie said, grinning widely as she handed Addison the bottle of Merlot.
"Oh my God," Addison groaned, hiding her face with her hand. "Don't laugh at me and my horrible voice."
"I would never," Callie replied, walking into the hotel room. "It wasn't actually that bad."
"Right. Well, that was obviously Stevie you were hearing. And you're not gonna hear it again, so get it out of your head right now."
"Spoil sport."
"Like I'm gonna sing around you when you've got the voice of like some Broadway singer or something. Nope. Not happening. I have some self respect."
"You've never heard me sing." Callie dropped the bag of movies onto Addison's bed, inhaling the aroma of the Chinese food spread out along her desk.
"Yes, I have. A few times, actually. Mostly in the locker room or in the scrub room when you think no one's around…" Addison smiled, bending at the waist to search in a drawer for the corkscrew. "I don't know why you don't do it more often; you've got an amazing voice. It makes me hate you a little, actually."
Callie watched Addison as she bent, biting her lip slightly as she took in the sight of Addison's backside. As she stood, she took the opportunity to get a complete view of the attending. She was wearing a pair of tan pajama shorts with brown polka dots, highlighting the incredible length of her toned legs. She swallowed. She was also wearing a white wife beater. She pursed her lips…had they been talking about something? Oh yes. "My voice is fine. And I will not sing for your entertainment, so forget it."
Addison rolled her eyes as she opened the bottle. "Fine. So tell me what's in your goody bag there; I've been curious about these movies all day."
Callie held out two wine glasses as she recalled the movies that she had rented. "Let's see…Unfaithful…Basic Instinct…Body Heat…and Bound."
Addison raised her eyebrow. "I know the first three…not too familiar with the last one."
"Oh, just a little bit of alternative lovin' for you, since you're all sexually adventurous now."
"Shut it! Just because I've never had the need for a vibrator does not mean I'm not sexually adventurous. You'd be surprised, missy!"
"Ooh, I'm intrigued. C'mon, Addy, tell me all your dirty secrets."
"Maybe after a little more wine. So what is it about then? Bondage? The title suggests…"
Callie laughed, sipping her wine. "It's about lesbians who fuck over the mob."
Addison rolled her eyes. "That's it?"
"What's it? Lesbians?"
"I was expecting something all hardcore or something. You make it sound as though I couldn't possibly have ever been with a woman."
"Are you trying to tell me something, Addison?"
"I've been with women before. My relationship before Derek was with a woman."
Callie felt her eyes widen before she could force a calm face. Addison. Bisexual. Interested in women. She swallowed, the taste of wine thick on her tongue.
"Sit," Addison said with a laugh, pointing at the bed. "I have proof. I can't believe that I shocked you."
"I'm just a little surprised. I never knew you were interested in women."
"Well it's not written on my forehead, is it? I don't exactly advertise." Addison set down her glass and strode to her closet, reaching up to the top shelf for something. She stood on her toes, extending her mile-long legs and Callie clenched her fingers, overcome by the urge to run her hands along them and wrap them around her waist. "Here we go….a glimpse into my undergrad days," she said, holding out a photo album.
Addison jumped onto the bed, scooting herself beside Callie as she opened the book. "No teasing, either. I was 22." She flipped a few pages in until she reached one that displayed a young, beaming Addison with an attractive blonde woman. Callie glanced over the photos, which were a series of shots taken in an outdoor setting. It was autumn, by the looks of the orange-leafed trees, and Addison and her girlfriend were in turtleneck sweaters and in various couplish poses.
Callie turned the page, her eyes widening slightly as they settled upon one of the blonde woman nuzzling Addison's neck, and finally on another, which displayed them kissing. Callie stared at this one, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she took in the sight of Addison kissing another woman. They looked happy. The corner of Addison's mouth was curled in a smile and their hands were intertwined between their chests.
"Her name was Kristine. We were together for seven months."
"What happened between you to? You look so happy."
"Diane happened."
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"It was rough at the time. I loved her; I mean, she loved me too, but she was falling in love with Diane and yea. I went to their wedding last year."
Callie laughed. "So no hard feelings?"
"Nah. I'm happy for them. It wouldn't have worked out with Kris…she and I were in ridiculously different fields…I think she was in environmental science or something. Anyway, she's a professional tree hugger in Maine now."
"Wow." Callie flipped through the rest of the book, glancing at various images of Addison in college. She paused at a picture of a young, fresh-faced Addison in a sweatshirt donned with Greek letters.
"I never took you for a sorority girl, Addison," Callie laughed.
"I wasn't. I was the secretary of our honorary biology fraternity."
Callie raised an eyebrow. "I'm so not surprised by that, actually. I always knew you were a geek."
"Ha, and I'm sure you're just reveling in the mental image of me in the sexy secretary role."
"Well, you've already got the kinky glasses."
"How are my glasses kinky?"
"Puh-lease, Montgomery! I've seen the obscene things you do to those rims; it's enough to make me need a cigarette break or two."
"Ooh, I had no idea you were so enthralled by my oral fixation."
Oh. God. Callie's eyes focused of their own accord on Addison's mouth as her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. "Enthralled? No way. Amused, maybe."
"Your actions just now definitely go against what you just said."
"How is that?" Callie demanded, slamming the photo album shut and tossing it beside her on the bed. Her challenging eyes met Addison's.
"You're watching every move my mouth makes. I can't blame you. I'd watch too, especially if I knew the level of skill that a tongue like mine has."
Callie's stomach clenched tightly and she swallowed. "You're such a tease."
"It's only teasing if you don't intend to follow through."
"Careful, Ads. You're not drunk enough to be saying those kinds of things."
"Who says I need to be drunk at all?" Addison said, a smirk setting on her face. Her eyes beamed with a pleased glimmer of satisfaction.
Callie realized, as the tense knot tightened within the pit of her abdomen, that Addison's flirtation was more than likely payback for the neck-kiss thing in the elevator. She almost wished it hadn't happened; despite the very defined lines of friendship that would certainly not be crossed, Callie was certain that if Addison kept this up she'd never be able to control her actions. She'd hate herself for initiating something that Addison was probably joking about, something she knew would be considered a mistake. If anything, she doubted that she'd make it through the night without ducking into the bathroom to relieve the tension that Addison was creating between her legs.
"Keep it up, Montgomery. Keep it up. Then we'll see who's the tease, huh?"
"Challenging me?"
"Maybe."
"I do love to play," Addison grinned.
Callie pursed her lips, set her eyebrows, and shook her head. She could not continue to take the bait that her redheaded friend was dangling in front of her. Instead, she replied, "I thought the little toy I bought you was gonna relieve you of your horndog behavior?"
Addison laughed, disengaging from the alluring position she had twisted her body into during their flirtation. Callie breathed a sigh of relief: it had been becoming difficult to keep her eyes at eye-level. "So did I," she said, grabbing the photo album and stowing it back into the closet. "But apparently the onset of satisfying orgasms has opened the floodgates, so to speak."
"You have the dirtiest mind I've ever encountered, Doctor."
"Yours is pretty up there," Addison remarked, grabbing and separating two paper plates from a large stack on the corner of her desk.
"A fact I am honored and proud to admit."
Addison rolled her eyes. "Now I don't know about you," she said as she handed Callie a plate, "but all of this shameless flirting has got me starved. Shall we?"
"We shall, indeed," Callie replied, watching with a firm appreciation as Addison helped herself to lo mein, teriyaki beef, and vegetable fried rice.
"Why don't you get a movie set up?"
"Which one do you wanna start with?"
"I'm torn between Bound and Body Heat."
"Well…which would you prefer? Lesbians and the mafia or film noir? Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly or Kathleen Turner and some guy?"
"You're making this decision way too difficult for me," Addison said, pouting.
"Fine. Let's start with Body Heat."
"Husky-voiced blonde? Fine by me."
"Oh boy," Callie said as she put the DVD into the player, "do I see a pattern emerging here?"
"What pattern?" Addison asked, sitting cross-legged against her pillows. She reached for the remote at the foot of her bed, her shirt dipping slightly to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Callie cleared her throat and helped herself to a plate of food. "Your taste in women. You've totally got a thing for blondes."
"Not necessarily," Addison said through a mouth full of noodles.
"Kris…Kathleen Turner…I'm surprised you haven't dipped into the hospital dating pool!" She scrunched up her nose, making a disgusted face. "Ew. Please tell me you wouldn't date Stevens."
Addison laughed and rolled her eyes. "So *not* a rockstar in my opinion."
"Really? Modelly, bleached blondes don't do it for you?"
"Not really. Not Stevens anyway. I guess I hadn't really thought about it."
"Or would someone like Meredith Grey be your type?" Callie offered, settling in beside the redhead.
Addison's eyes widened, her fist clenching around her utensil. "You take that back! I've got a fork and I know how to use it!"
"I kid, I kid!" Callie laughed and took the remote from Addison, pressing 'play.'
"Why are you so interested in this, anyway?"
"Just curious, I suppose. What woman would you date from the hospital?"
Addison rolled her eyes. "Someone's a little obsessed with the idea of me with another woman."
"I am so not obsessed. Seriously…I'm just surprised that you are actually bisexual…and more surprised that I didn't already know it."
"You don't know all of my secrets, Dr. Torres."
"Apparently not."
"Is it so hard to believe that I get down with the ladies every once in a while?"
Callie thought about it for a moment, her mind swarming with images of Addison's head between distinctly female legs. She coughed, her face flushing with color. "Nope. Not hard to believe."
"I totally just fueled your fantasies for the next week," Addison giggled.
"So you think," Callie retorted.
"So I know."
"Whatever."
"That's the best response you've got? Whatever?"
Callie's face colored slightly. "Maybe I'm just hungry and interested in the movie?"
"Yea. And I'm not a natural redhead."
Callie raised an eyebrow. "You are?"
"Calliope Torres!"
"What? That shade of red is not the most oft-occurring color in nature."
"You don't know me at all, do you? I feel like I should be offended!"
"I thought I did. Jeez, woman…I had no idea what you were gonna go all Ellen on me…and I had no idea the carpets matched the drapes."
"Aah, so you've thought about it?"
Caught again. "What? No!"
"Yea right. Let the record show that you are in fact the one questioning my sexual preferences and imagining whether or not I'm a natural red."
Callie put down her plate with a huff and turned to look at Addison. "Seriously, Ads, I'm just surprised that a buttoned-up Connecticut-native such as yourself has actually ventured into Sapphic waters. It's just one of those things you expect to know about your best friend and it's kinda weird that I didn't, okay?"
"It really bothers you, doesn't it?" Addison asked softly.
Callie looked away, her eyes focusing on the movie. "I just thought I knew you a little better."
"I don't really talk about it. Derek doesn't even know."
"He doesn't?"
"Come on…Derek freaked out about a vibrator…what would he have said if the woman he married turned out to date women too? A woman who is also a gynecologist no less."
Callie frowned. "Does it bother you? Being in your profession?"
"It doesn't bother me…but..." Addison paused. "It bothers other people. As good as I am at my job…it makes me a little nervous that I may alienate my patients."
"But that shouldn't stop you. They have discrimination policies for that kind of thing."
"Which wouldn’t stop a patient of mine to seek alternative treatment. Anyway…it hasn't really been an issue."
"What hasn't?"
"Wanting to date a woman."
Callie's heart sank and she attempted not to reflect that in her voice. "No ladies of interest?"
"Not until recently."
Her heart lifted, pounding faster within her chest. "Spill it, Montgomery. Who's the lucky lady?"
Addison rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, I would! Secrets don't make friends, you know!"
"It's just weird being open about this kind of thing!"
"But it's me, Ads. You can talk to me about anything."
"Exactly…"
"What does that mean?"
Addison swallowed, looking away. "It means…it means that Kathleen Turner is about to get it on…"
Callie looked at the television, surprised that the movie had progressed as far as the first sex scene. "You little sex freak," she said, watching Addison's cheeks turn pink.
"Shh."
Callie smirked and settled back against her pillow, curiosity gnawing at her. She tilted her head slightly, glancing at her friend out of the corner of her eye. Addison, her best friend, suddenly seemed like a stranger. Callie knew that this revelation shouldn't unsettle her as much as it did. She thought she knew everything about this woman and, despite the flirting that had passed between them, never allowed herself to think that there was any substance to it.
No. Callie could not allow her thoughts to go there; to think there was substance would be to assume that she was the woman Addison was interested in. That would just be conceited, narcissistic, presumptuous. It would also crush her hopes when she turned out to be wrong.
"Holy hotness," Addison muttered, taking a large swallow of her wine.
"All right over there? Do you need me to fan you or something?"
"I just might…"
The tinge of pink that had settled over Addison's cheeks, neck and chest spread over Callie, warming her flesh and igniting a subtle fire within her. This was a very, very bad idea.
"This was such a good idea," Addison said with a lascivious grin when the movie progressed to a neutral scene. Her rapt attention was broken and she stood, moving their empty plates to the desk. "Do you want more wine?"
Callie nodded, downing the last sip before holding out her glass. Addison leaned forward, her tank top dipping forward slightly. Callie's hand trembled as her eyes caught sight of two hardened nubs pressing against the thin white cotton, causing the stream of Merlot to cascade over Callie's hand and drip onto her pants.
"Shit!" Addison screeched, dropping the bottle onto the nightstand. She snatched Callie's glass, wiping it down with a napkin. "Fuck; I'm sorry, Cal."
Callie pouted at the stain that was settling into her pajama pants. "It's really not a big deal, Ads. Seriously."
Addison grabbed a stack of napkins, jumping onto the bed. She kneeled beside Callie, taking her hand. She began to wipe off the wine, her hand circling each finger. Callie's eyes fixed on the motions, her throat suddenly going dry. "Fucking hell, look at your pants!" She threw aside the wet napkins and began to pat at Callie's wine-soaked thigh. "God, I'm such a klutz."
The feel of Addison's fingers massaging her thigh, even through a wad of paper towel, was enough to send a violent jolt through her body. She watched, her eyes wide, as Addison's hand pat against her inner thigh, and wondered if Addison could feel the heat that was emanating from her core. She judged, by Addison licking her lips, that she could. Callie groaned.
Addison looked up, an eyebrow raised. "I'm really, really sorry, Cal. I ruined your pants."
Callie suppressed a snicker and stood, looking at the large purple mark. "It's not your fault," Callie began.
"No, no, it is. I've got some stain remover. Take off your pants. We can let them soak in the sink."
"Wait. What?"
"Don't pretend to be all modest. I've got shorts you can wear."
Callie laughed. "I was actually shocked at the fact that you have stain remover when you send out your laundry."
Addison rolled her eyes as she pulled out a small bottle. "In case of emergencies."
"Like when you purposely soil a girl's clothes so you can get her half naked?" Callie joked, hoping to camouflage the lust in her voice.
"Yes, exactly," Addison deadpanned. "Now seriously, take off your pants or I'll do it for you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Callie said, tugging at the drawstring. She wiggled her hips as she shimmied out of her pants, tossing them at Addison and standing unabashed in front of her.
Addison was silent for a moment, her eyes catching a glimpse of Callie's white, lacy boyshorts. "Probably a little too much," Addison smiled, turning for the bathroom. She tripped over the leg of the pants that draped over her hand, the bottle skidding across the carpet.
Callie laughed.
"Shut up."
"I didn't even say anything!"
"I'm accident prone, okay?"
"Despite the night of unknown facts about your life, that was a detail of your character that I already knew," Callie grinned, reaching the stain remover before Addison. She bent, grabbed it, and held it out to her wide-eyed friend.
"Jesus, Cal, that thing's a lethal weapon," Addison said, taking the bottle and heading for the bathroom.
"What thing?"
"Your ass."
Callie grinned wider, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, and watched as Addison rubbed fervently at the stain. The redhead looked up and pursed her lips.
"Don't pretend you don't know that you have a ridiculously nice ass that makes the rest of us look completely assless."
"Oh come on," Callie said, her eyes falling to Addison's. "You have a great ass."
Addison rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I think you're insane."
"I guess I'm in good company then."
"Hardy har har." Addison filled the sink and left the pants to soak. "We'll check on these in a few hours. I really am sorry."
"It's really not a big deal," Callie said seriously, shuddering as Addison brushed past her. She sat on the edge of the bed as Addison rifled through a drawer to find her a pair of shorts. She donned the proffered article of clothing, raising her eyebrow at how short they were. "Seriously?"
"I like short shorts," Addison said, shrugging her shoulders. She topped off her own glass of wine and sat back on the bed.
"You might as well not even have shorts on," Callie said, taking her seat beside the attending.
"Why do you think it took so long for me to find those for you in the first place?"
Callie choked on her wine. "You sleep naked?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes just in a t-shirt or something."
Callie shuddered. The image of Addison in just a t-shirt was incredibly sexy. "I shoulda known you'd be a nudist."
"What can I say? I'm comfortable with my body,"
"I'm comfortable with your body too," Callie said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Addison laughed. "You're an ass. Now come on…Kathleen's up to something. I know it."
Callie rolled her eyes, which did not go unnoticed by the attending.
"This was you're idea! You wanted me to see all your sex tapes!"
"These are not my sex tapes. You'd know my sex tapes if you saw them."
"Unless they're solo, I don't want to see them."
Callie cleared her throat. "And why is that?"
"Your taste in guys is questionable."
"What?!"
"George…Mark…"
"Not fair! You dated Mark first!"
"And while he's a good looking man…I don't think I need to see any more of a naked Mark Sloan."
"Amen, sistah," Callie replied, clinking her glass against Addison's.
Addison shifted, scrunching down against her pillow. Her shoulder brushed Callie's.
Callie shivered.
The remainder of Body Heat proved a frustrating experience for Callie. Addison was apparently greatly affected by the movie; she fidgeted and shifted position so many times that Callie was tempted to tie her down.
Not that Addison would have minded.
When the credits began to play, Addison was laying on her stomach facing the foot of the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles atop her pillow. Callie's eyes, which had managed to stay focused on the movie for the most part, darted to the curve of Addison's thighs and the slightest hint of tan silk beneath her shorts.
She shifted uncomfortably when Addison rolled over, refocusing her eyes on her friend's face. "What did you think?"
"Loved it! Kathleen Turner kicks so much ass!"
"Because she screws everyone over and doesn't get caught, or because she's hot?"
"Both. Duh."
Callie chuckled. "So what next? Are you tired, or do you want to watch another movie?"
"Movie please!"
"And which one would you like to watch?"
"Um…"
"Be decisive, woman. I chose the last one."
"All right then. Bound."
"Nice choice." She stood and began to busy herself with changing the discs.
"You look good in my shorts," said Addison softly. It was so faint that she wasn't sure she had heard it at all.
Callie looked over her shoulder. "What?"
"Nothing." Addison shifted to her knees. "Want me to shut the lights?"
"Sure. That's fine."
Addison didn't respond as she walked across the room, holding her hand over the light switch. When Callie laid herself against the pillow, she smiled and nodded at Addison, who flipped it off.
"Showtime," Callie grinned, her stomach clenching as Addison reclaimed her spot on the bed. She wiggled herself into a comfortable position, finally settling against her pillow with her side pressed flush against Callie's.
"Holy hotness," Addison whispered several minutes into the movie.
"Nothing's even happened yet."
"Are you kidding? They just eye fucked in the elevator."
"That they did."
"I like elevators…" Addison said, her voice trailing off as she watched the movie.
Callie shifted her hips slightly, the mention of elevators bringing back memories that caused a surge of desire in the pit of her belly. She let out a heavy exhale and licked her lips.
"Damn, Cal…you have good taste in movies."
"I know."
"They are so freakin' hot. It's not even fair."
"Which one do you like?"
"Both of them."
Callie laughed. "Which one do you like more?"
"Are you trying to profile me or something?"
"Just curious about what you're into, that's all."
Addison pursed her lips, tilting her head in thought. "Probably Jennifer Tilly, I think. Her voice is irritating but her body is amazing."
"I wouldn't have thought that."
"Why?"
"She just doesn't seem like your type."
"I thought we established that you don't know what my type is?"
"Are you trying to rub in the fact that you're a stranger to me or what?"
"Just making a point."
"And what point is that?"
"I don't have a type. I don't have one type of guy that I like. I don't have one type of woman that I like. I'm not so easily categorized."
"Touché."
Addison was quiet for several moments before saying, "Gina Gershon has great eyes, but Jennifer's curvy. I like that." Addison shifted, her bare leg brushing against Callie's.
Callie swallowed.
"Gotcha."
"And who do you like?"
"What?"
"Which one of them do you like? Lemme guess - Gina?"
"I like them both. But I think I'd go for a girly girl," Callie replied pointedly, catching Addison's gaze. They held the stare for several moments before Addison looked away.
"Tell me she did not just do the whole 'helpless female dropped her earring' bit."
"Oh, she did it."
"Damn…"
Callie had seen the movie enough times to know that the seduction scene was coming up. She had memorized the motions, the words, and it was with no great effort that she turned her dark eyes to studying Addison's reaction to the scene. The red haired woman clasped her fingers together over her stomach, her thumbs tapping an irregular rhythm. She chewed her bottom lip, her tongue occasionally slipping out to worry the soft red flesh.
Callie's breath quickened as she watched Addison react to the seduction in the movie. The attending's hips shifted several times, her thighs tightened. Her eyes widened. Her nipples hardened beneath the cotton of her top. Her hands unclasped, her fingers tensing against her stomach.
Addison was horny as hell.
And it was turning Callie on like crazy.
She didn't have to feel between her legs to know that she was wet, and when she shifted her hips she could feel the slick friction that rubbed uncomfortably against her panties. Addison's discomfort was evident; Callie could feel her biceps tighten against her own as she splayed her hands and teased her fingers over her stomach. It was driving her mad with lust.
She glanced towards the television, catching the silhouette of Addison's long, slender feet, toes curling and uncurling. On the screen, the seduction had been interrupted though the tension remained. Callie held her breath; there would only be a few minutes before the actual sex scene and she yearned to observe her friend's reaction.
She was not disappointed. As the camera panned over the two naked, gyrating women, Addison's breath hitched in her throat. Her back arched slightly as her hands looked as though she were trying to refrain from touching herself. Callie swallowed a moan.
"Uuuh," Addison gasped, her tongue darting out over her dry lips. "I miss that."
Callie was startled by the unexpected admission. "What?"
"Fucking women."
Callie's body shook, the force of the statement like a caress against her pulsing clit.
"I can see why."
"You don't know what you're missin', Cal."
"I'll have to try it sometime," she croaked, her heart hammering against her chest.
"Yea, you will."
Callie suppressed a moan. She could so plainly see herself straddling Addison and kissing her with everything she had. She could almost feel her fingers sliding inside of her, her mouth sucking on her smooth alabaster throat. She could imagine, as clearly as if it had already happened, fucking her through the mattress.
She stood.
"Cal?"
"Sorry, just…gotta run to the bathroom."
"Oh…I can pause the movie."
"No, keep it on. I've seen it a hundred times."
"There's a surprise." Addison grinned. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were as attracted to girls as I am."
"Ha ha," Callie said awkwardly. "Yea. Be back in a minute."
Callie disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning the lock. She quietly lowered the lid of the toilet and sat, putting her head in her hands.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. She tapped her leg, jostling her head and she instead threaded her fingers in her hair and brushed it back. With a resolute sigh, she stood and looked at herself in the large mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide, her lips pursed as if ready to kiss. She stroked her tongue along her lower lip as the memory of kissing Addison's neck assaulted her.
She had always liked necks. She liked kissing collarbones and leaving imprints of her lipstick. She liked raking her teeth against the flesh and leaving goosebumps. She really liked hickeys. She liked sucking and teasing her tongue against her lover's pulse, feeling the life flow within them.
She wanted to feel Addison's pulse against her tongue.
More importantly, she wanted to feel the throbbing of her pulse mirrored in the nub between her legs.
In one swift motion, Callie turned, leaning her backside against the edge of the sink. She slid her hand beneath her shorts, beneath the fabric of her underwear, and immediately sought scorching wetness. As she suspected, she was unbearably wet and she hissed as her fingers grazed her clit. Her hips jerked.
Callie closed her eyes, imagining Addison's reaction if she knew that she had stowed away to fuck herself just a few feet away from where she sat. She had teased about it before at Joe's when they were both drunk and unusually chatty about their sexual frustrations, though she hadn't really ever gone to the bathroom to masturbate. She'd been close to it, yes, but she'd never actually been so far gone that she needed to relieve her tension or suffer the consequences.
Until tonight.
A nagging guilt reared within her. What was she doing, fucking herself to thoughts of her best friend? Yea, there was an attraction. There was flirtation. But the fear that this crossed some sort of boundaries caused her to still her fingers. Did this count as some kind of betrayal, thinking of her friend in such inappropriate contexts?
Worry caused her to pull her hand away, streaking a line of wetness against her belly. She took a long, deep breath and, as she opened her eyes, she noticed a black garter on the floor beside the bath.
She could picture the black lace fastened around her hips, the straps clipped to her stockings. She wondered if Addison wore underwear that matched.
Addison Montgomery. Black lace panties. Maybe a thong?
Within seconds, Callie's index and middle fingers were pressed against her opening. Without taking the time to tease herself as she usually liked, she plunged her fingers in, her mouth opening to emit a silent cry as intense pleasure caused her knees to buckle. She fucked herself with a rough, hastened vigor, imagining with startling clarity that Addison was the one with her hand down her pants.
She bit back a moan, arching her back as she ground her palm against her clit. She hated this angle; her wrist was already stinging with soreness, but she was close.
Hell, she was close every time Addison bent over in her shorts.
Tilting her head back, she quickened the pace of her fingers, wishing that Addison's long, lithe body were pressed against her. She parted her thighs a little wider as if to give her imaginary lover room to get off against her thigh and began to rub her thumb against her clit. Her abdomen clenched tightly, her fingers curled inside of her, her thumb circled her clit, her teeth sunk painfully into her lower lip.
She added a third finger, her knuckles straining against her tight opening. Pleasure and pain seared within her as she hovered over the precipice of extreme arousal and release.
Callie's climax hit hard. Her entire body shuddered as her muscles clamped once, twice, three times around her fingers, her wetness seeping down against her palm. Short, quiet whimpers echoed within her mouth and she fought to keep from gasping Addison's name.
Knowing she had no time to enjoy the afterglow, she winced as she removed her fingers. She turned and washed her hands, her skin still coated with a light dusting of goosebumps. She washed away the evidence of her arousal, lathering her fingers with Addison's raspberry hand soap. Cum and raspberry.
"Certainly a unique combination," Callie thought with a smirk. She dried her hands and looked at her reflection. She wanted to be too ashamed to look into her own eyes. She wanted to feel that guilt. She couldn't: all she felt was the tension easing from her body.
She unlocked the bathroom door, opened the door, and flipped off the light.
And almost ran into Addison, whose eyes were wide and her fist was posed as if to knock.
"I--uh--you okay?" Addison asked, stepping back.
Callie's face flushed with heated embarrassment. "Yea. Musta been the food or something."
"Oh. Okay. Well, you know, I was just checking. To make sure you're okay, I mean."
Callie smiled and led the way back towards the bed. Rather than stretch herself out long, she curled her knees against her body. Addison's eyes flickered over her body several times before she settled into her earlier position.
Callie swallowed the large, tense knot that had settled in her throat. She couldn't tell if Addison knew what had happened in the bathroom; her awkwardness was not out of character for her. She cursed herself silently for not being able to read her friend better.
She pushed her thoughts aside, aware that the unknown would drive her insane. Instead, she asked, "Are you liking the movie?"
"Are you kidding? It's my new favorite."
Callie grinned. "Good. I'm glad."
Addison returned the smile before staring back at the television. They were silent for several minutes before Addison shifted, twisting her legs up against her. Her toes brushed against Callie's.
Neither of them moved to separate their touching bodies.
Neither of them were aware of who fell asleep first, or who was the initiator in leaning into the other's body.
They spent the night, legs tangled, heads sharing a down pillow, unaware that they were each the subject of the other's dreams.
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