The Banged Elbows Club | R | Grey's Anatomy
Title: The Banged Elbows Club
Prompt: The mile high club ;)
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: kris_me
Rating: R
Word Count: 987
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: With a pair like Callie and Addison, do you really think that something like trying to join the mile high club would go as planned? Neither did I. Enjoy!
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Addison looked out the small window of the plane, frowning to see that the world below was now obstructed by clouds. She leaned back in her seat and cursed the long flight.
She had been asked to participate as a guest speaker at a conference on advances in obstetrics the next morning. She'd be in New York for two days and, luckily, she'd convinced Callie to go with her. Beside her, her lover sat drumming her fingers against her denim-clad knee while her iPod blared music into her ears.
Addison frowned. Callie had warned her in advance that she had certain habits that she liked to keep to when she was on board an airplane. Free time was limited for the two doctors as of late and she wanted to spend the time relaxing to all of the music she'd been neglecting for months.
Well, that was all good and fine. Addison didn't need Callie to entertain her. She opened her copy of Oprah magazine and began to read.
An hour and three magazines later, Addison was bored out of her mind.
What was worse, Addison got horny when she was bored.
She looked at Callie, who was still absorbed in her music.
She looked around the airplane. It was late; most people were asleep.
She slid her hand on Callie's leg and cupped her thigh.
Callie opened one eye and raised a finely sculpted eyebrow. "Don't even think about it."
"Come on. You know you've always wanted to join the mile high club."
"I haven't, actually. I prefer my sex completely naked and on a bed, not cramped in a coffin-sized room."
"I do seem to recall you being particularly fond of the walls in our apartment."
Callie's face colored slightly. "Hush."
"Uh uh." Addison leaned closer, licking playfully at Callie's earlobe. "I'll make it worth your while."
"No. I'm serious. I'm not interested in getting arrested the second we land at JFK."
"We're not going to get arrested. No one's even gonna know. Everyone's asleep."
"The flight attendants aren't."
Addison slumped in her chair and pouted. "You're no fun."
"I'm plenty fun. I'll show you just how fun I can be when we get to the hotel."
"I want to have fun now."
"You know what's the opposite of sexy, Ads? You whining."
Addison rolled her eyes. "You know what? Fine. I'll go join the mile high club by myself." And, with that, Addison shoved past Callie, careful to give her a perfect view of her ass, and stalked off to the lavatory.
Once inside the small cubicle, Addison leaned against the sink and waited. She looked around the allotted space and frowned. She remembered them being bigger than this.
She only had a minute or so to wait before a quiet knock sounded at the door.
"Open the damn door."
Grinning, she pulled it open and allowed Callie to quickly slip in. Any hope of making a joke about Callie's predictability and easiness was quickly revoked by Callie's tongue pushing its way into her mouth.
Addison wasted no time; despite her insistence that they wouldn't get caught, she didn't exactly believe that would be the case. If she were a flight attendant on a red-eye flight, she'd be keeping an eye out for people trying to get freaky.
Callie grabbed at her ass and squeezed as Addison slipped her hands beneath Callie's shirt. She toyed with her nipples and scrunched her brow in her realization that Callie was wearing her thickly-padded satin bra, which gave no access to the dusky peaks beneath. Why Callie owned a padded bra she would never know, and as she shifted her arm to get beneath it, she hit her elbow back against the wall. She whined in pain into Callie's mouth.
"Here, let's try…" Callie began, shifting them so that Addison was pressed against the sink instead. She kissed her again, sucking Addison's lower lip into her mouth. Addison suppressed a groan.
Sliding a hand between them, Addison unbuttoned Callie's jeans and slid down the zipper. Her clit pounded mercilessly between her legs, fueling the quickness with which she moved. She slipped her hand beneath the elastic of Callie's panties…
…and got stuck. Her wrist twisted awkwardly, her shoulder tucked uncomfortably into her ear, and she exhaled sharply against Callie's cheek. "Lemme in."
"I can't. I'm pushed back as far as I can."
Addison whined in frustration.
"What if we just tried…" Callie shifted with a bit of effort and settled a thigh between Addison's. She began to move.
Addison followed her lead. She began to hump Callie's leg in earnest, angling her hips to grind her clit at an angle that would allow for a little relief.
After several sweaty minutes, Callie stopped and rested her head against Addison's shoulder. "I can't get off like this."
"Neither can I."
"Now I'm horny."
"Me too."
"You were horny to begin with."
"I know. So now it's worse. Maybe I really should go solo on this one so I don't combust between here and New York."
"Don't you dare!" Callie nipped at Addison's earlobe. "The second we get into that damn hotel, you're mine."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now go."
"Why do I have to go first? You're closer."
"I don't trust you."
Addison pouted, kissed Callie's nose, and squeezed past her. She sulked back to her seat, followed by her lover.
"So, we epically failed at airplane sex. I guess we won't be inducted into the mile high club."
"Oh well," Callie said, tucking a headphone back into her ear.
"So what club did we join?"
Callie held out the other earbud. "The banged elbows club."
Addison giggled and took the headphone, watching as Callie settled comfortably into her seat. She considered her options. Callie's method for passing the time seemed a lot less painful and she tucked it into her ear, settling in for the remainder of the flight.
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