These Foolish Things 1/3
These Foolish Things 1/3
Drabbles
Title: These Foolish Things
Rating: Over all R
Pairings: Teddy/Cristina, Callie/Lexie, Callie/Izzie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: First of three sets of drabbles.
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1. Teddy/Cristina, choices, skilled hands, knowing what you want
Requested by: ubiquitousmixie
It occurred to teddy, as she entered her bare walled apartment with Cristina not far behind, that this was probably not the best idea. She wished she could say she had no self control when she reached to touch the other woman’s skin. But that wasn’t the case. In any aspect of her life. There was never room for no self control. No time. She was a firm believer in a person’s total control of one’s actions. She didn’t believe in things like addiction, for example.
Life and the turn outs of such were fully results of one’s choices. Everything was about choices. Free will. And it was her free will to get out of the Owen Hunt funk she’d been hiding under. It was her free will and choice to do so with Cristina Yang. Because Cristina Yang knew what she wanted and Teddy knew what she wanted. And what she wanted--was sex.
So when the younger woman’s hands became responsive and slid along her torso, the whole ‘this isn’t such a good idea’ thing pretty much fell somewhere on the floor, along with her shirt.
“You’re messy.” She heard Cristina say, and for a second, her mind was a clustterfuck. It was a blank, plain statement even through communal labored breathing, and she had to take a moment before answering.
“What?” She panted, looking up at the fair skin brunette, her features evident of lust through the deadpan tone in her voice, looking around her living room, clean laundry on the couch they were sprawle don and draped over a light green laundry basket on the floor, books stacked on the floor (she didn’t have much time to shop for shelves) and generic art pieces reclining against the wall, rather than hanging from them, “Oh--she stammered, lifting her head momentarily to look about the room, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, “--I’m not usually this messy, I just--don’t have the time…”
“Look, you brought me here to get me naked, I’m halfway there. I was pointing out a common trait, I wasn’t probing for an explanation…”
Her only response was to pull Cristina back down, flush against her. And as Cristina’s hands molded her breasts and made her body rise and fall with just the brush of her fingertips over her most sensitive areas, Teddy realized two things, that she was going to have to pull Cristina into a really cool surgery because she was totally gay for her Doctor hands, and those Doctor hands needed to be put to good use. And second, that doing what one shouldn’t brought a hell of a lot more pleasure than pining in misery over what one thought one needed. Anyone who would have liked to dispute that--well, they could try, but how does one dispute multiple orgasms?
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2. Callie/Izzie, airplane sex, starting a fire, wing woman
Requested by: blackberry06
Callie fidgeted for the last time before sighing in frustration and turning over in her seat towards the blonde who sat beside her, “Okay, look, we’re stuck sitting next to each other for the next four hours or so. There are no empty seats ANYWEHRE. Trust me, I asked--”
“You asked?” Izzie interjected, offended.
“--so, I think we can be adults and tolerate each other, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” She replied after a beat and nodded, flipping open the magazine on her lap. “Yes, we can.”
“Good.” Callie replied, sighing and returning her attention to the book in her hand.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help but notice the big ass eye roll you just--OBVIOUSLY spat at me, so maybe you should just--let out all the hate and frustration so I can sit here and read my cosmo without worrying about you snapping my neck as soon as I nod off.”
“Okay, first of all,” Callie started, putting her book aside before twisting her body to fully face the blonde, “You cannot spit an eye roll. Second, grow up--you’re like twelve years old--”
“--I’m not twelve years old, you’re twelve years old--”
“--you’re a child!”
“Oh, please. You just want to jump me…”
“You wish, Stevens--”
“YOU wish--”
Not if they PAID me.”
Izzie’s mouth opened to snap back, but she stopped, feeling suddenly wounded, and she asked softly , “Really?
Callie paused and felt suddenly unprepared for the sudden vulnerability, “I--mean, you’re not--completely unattractive.”
I thought you were into blondes.” She sneered, “I’m a hot blonde.”
Eyeing her opponent up and down, Callie shrugged, “You’re alright.”
Izzie chuckled sarcastically, “I’m a knock out. And you saying otherwise only proves that you’re the child. Because I wouldn’t let my past hate for you get in the way of the fact that you’re obviously a hot piece of ass.”
“I--you think I’m hot?”
“Disgustingly so.” She replied offhandedly.
Callie’s eyes narrowed to slits before adding, as she positioned herself comfortably in her seat, “Okay, fine, you’re not.”
Izzie smiled, “Thanks.” Then added smugly, “You’d totally hit this.”
“Well, you’d totally hit THIS.”
Izzie laughed and paused a moment before leaning in to offer conspicuously, “You want a drink?”
Countless airplane drinks later, the two women found themselves giggling uncontrollably and slumped against one another in an effort to keep themselves quiet.
“Oh my god--” Izzie choked out, her face red as she folded over with laughter, her hand thoughtlessly falling to rest on Callie’s knee, “--oh, god. Relationships are crap.”
“Someone who left her husband would say that.” Callie mumbled as she wiped mirthful tears from her eyes.
“Oh, shut up. You left your blonde in the roller skates, too.” She replied with a sniffle as she sat back and reclined in her seat.
‘She didn’t want babies. Ever. What’s your excuse?”
Izzie sighed heavily, “I have none.”
“I don’t miss her.”
“I don’t miss Alex.” Izzie added, “I’m a bitch.’
“I do miss sex, though.” Callie admitted sorrowfully.
Izzie turned then, a look of interest in her eyes, “You haven’t had sex since her?”
“No.”
“Me either. Since Alex, I mean.”
Their eyes met in silent tension, and Callie was suddenly aware that Izzie’s hand never left her knee. And Izzie realized her hand hadn’t been brushed off.
Callie squinted suspiciously and she leaned in about an inch, “You’re thinking about something not good,” She whispered, “I can tell.”
Izzie leaned in further and replied in mirrored confidence, “I’m thinking about airplane sex.” She dotted her sentence with an inebriated smile.
Callie’s gaze fell swiftly upon the other woman’s parted lips, and she licked her own involuntarily, “Don’t start any fires you can’t put out.”
Izzie’s features turned into that of mock offense as she responded, “Did you just ask me if I put out?”
They shared a chuckle and as Izzie leaned in, and their lips touched, a jolt shot through her and her hand went up to tangle in short blonde locks while a probing hand slid up her thigh and kneaded firmly as their lips parted and alcohol glazed tongues dueled playfully for a few minutes before a disembodied, disgruntled throat clearing forced them to pull apart.
Callie smiled and felt her lips a little bruised. She touched her fingertips to them and breathed out before stating softly, “Well--that was weird.”
“mm--” Izzie nodded, then leaned in to whisper quickly, “--I don’t know anyone in Miami, only reason I’m going there is to tan, drink and make bad decisions. I don’t know why you’re going but--you should join me.” She smiled and leaned back in her seat, “I’m going to take a nap, you let me know when we land. Oh, and if the sex thing doesn’t pan out, I make one hell of a wing woman, and I’ve never been to a lesbian bar, so we can do that.”
Callie reclined in her own seat and thought, as Izzie drifted off to sleep, that maybe family time could wait a couple of days. After all, it had been a while since she made a really good bad decision.
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3. Callie/Lexie, I don’t need a babysitter, secrets, Argentina
Requested byblackberry06
“I had this dream once--” Lexie blurted out suddenly. She wasn’t sure this particular dream she was about to disclose was appropriate, but it had been five minutes and four and a half of those five had been spent in complete and utter uncomfortable silence. The hospital really needed to check on these elevator and their insistent need to break down in opportune moments. “--and--we were--well, you were there.” She giggled nervously.
Callie looked over from where she sat beside Lexie on the elevator floor and her eyebrows went up in question.
“--and, we were vacationing in Argentina for some reason…”
“Who’s we?”
“Oh um--” Lexie paused, maybe this was the wrong way to break the ice. She couldn’t see, but she could feel her cheeks warming by the second, “--you were…I was--we were--we were there together.” She laughed it off like it was no big deal, but in reality, she wished the elevator would plumage to the ground and kill them both so they never have to finish the story. But she couldn’t stop herself now that she had Callie’s attention.
“Oh.” Callie’s eyes widened in surprise but she relaxed and lounged against the wall as she listened, “And what were we doing? Was I babysitting?” She teased.
“Ha-ha.” Lexie sneered. “No, I don’t need a babysitter in my dreams, thank you. Or in real life for that matter.” Something in the way Callie chuckled as if she didn’t believe her gave her a burst of confidence and she sat up a little straighter as she continued, “Actually, we were a couple in my dream.”
Silence. And the silence didn’t make her want to look and see the brunette’s reaction, so she continued, “We might have been a couple, I don’t know. But there was--there was some kissing and…stuff.” So she was flirting. What the hell, she was single right?
“Stuff?” Callie asked, suddenly interested. Her eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement.
“…yeah. Nice--stuff. Like, you know--” She dropped her hand to sit between them on the floor, and it was then that she had to wonder if they had been sitting this close to one another all along. Her finger grazed Callie’s and her breath hitched involuntarily. “--like…touching.”
“Touching.” Callie nodded.
“Y--yeah.” She breathed out suddenly before she continued, her pinky slipping discretely over Callie’s, “Touching and…kissing. The kissing was--especially good.”
“Well,, I am a good kisser.”
“I’d bet.” She replied boldly, her heart rate increasing as a shift of her leg had her thigh grazing Callie’s, “The uh--touching wasn’t bad though.” She shut her eyes momentarily as a familiar tingle started between her legs and she licked her lips involuntarily.
Their breathing suddenly became audible in the small compartment and Lexie bit the inside of her cheek as the gentle rub of scrub pant against scrub pant sent a tiny jolt through her and she had to swallow a tiny moan.
“Since we’re spilling secrets--” Callie started.
“Yeah?” Lexie turned slowly to be met with the perfect view of Callie’s parted lips only inches away. She smelled the lavender in her hair and the fruity lip gloss she wore. And damn she wore it well--and as the elevator jumped back into action and a soft breeze indicated Callie had stood up, Lexie had to remind herself to breathe before ordering her legs to move as she stood.
The doors dinged open and Callie turned to look over her shoulder before stepping out, “--oh yeah. Secrets.”
“Mmhmm?” Lexie barely managed, pulling at the hem of her shirt to adjust it.
“I sometimes have dreams about you, too.”
And then she was gone. Lexie wasn’t sure if it was the tone she used to the little evil smirk she tossed her way, but she caused some serious blushing and she fanned herself with the test results she had been carrying as her new favorite elevator continued to take her up to her floor.
Drabbles
Title: These Foolish Things
Rating: Over all R
Pairings: Teddy/Cristina, Callie/Lexie, Callie/Izzie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: First of three sets of drabbles.
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1. Teddy/Cristina, choices, skilled hands, knowing what you want
Requested by: ubiquitousmixie
It occurred to teddy, as she entered her bare walled apartment with Cristina not far behind, that this was probably not the best idea. She wished she could say she had no self control when she reached to touch the other woman’s skin. But that wasn’t the case. In any aspect of her life. There was never room for no self control. No time. She was a firm believer in a person’s total control of one’s actions. She didn’t believe in things like addiction, for example.
Life and the turn outs of such were fully results of one’s choices. Everything was about choices. Free will. And it was her free will to get out of the Owen Hunt funk she’d been hiding under. It was her free will and choice to do so with Cristina Yang. Because Cristina Yang knew what she wanted and Teddy knew what she wanted. And what she wanted--was sex.
So when the younger woman’s hands became responsive and slid along her torso, the whole ‘this isn’t such a good idea’ thing pretty much fell somewhere on the floor, along with her shirt.
“You’re messy.” She heard Cristina say, and for a second, her mind was a clustterfuck. It was a blank, plain statement even through communal labored breathing, and she had to take a moment before answering.
“What?” She panted, looking up at the fair skin brunette, her features evident of lust through the deadpan tone in her voice, looking around her living room, clean laundry on the couch they were sprawle don and draped over a light green laundry basket on the floor, books stacked on the floor (she didn’t have much time to shop for shelves) and generic art pieces reclining against the wall, rather than hanging from them, “Oh--she stammered, lifting her head momentarily to look about the room, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, “--I’m not usually this messy, I just--don’t have the time…”
“Look, you brought me here to get me naked, I’m halfway there. I was pointing out a common trait, I wasn’t probing for an explanation…”
Her only response was to pull Cristina back down, flush against her. And as Cristina’s hands molded her breasts and made her body rise and fall with just the brush of her fingertips over her most sensitive areas, Teddy realized two things, that she was going to have to pull Cristina into a really cool surgery because she was totally gay for her Doctor hands, and those Doctor hands needed to be put to good use. And second, that doing what one shouldn’t brought a hell of a lot more pleasure than pining in misery over what one thought one needed. Anyone who would have liked to dispute that--well, they could try, but how does one dispute multiple orgasms?
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2. Callie/Izzie, airplane sex, starting a fire, wing woman
Requested by: blackberry06
Callie fidgeted for the last time before sighing in frustration and turning over in her seat towards the blonde who sat beside her, “Okay, look, we’re stuck sitting next to each other for the next four hours or so. There are no empty seats ANYWEHRE. Trust me, I asked--”
“You asked?” Izzie interjected, offended.
“--so, I think we can be adults and tolerate each other, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” She replied after a beat and nodded, flipping open the magazine on her lap. “Yes, we can.”
“Good.” Callie replied, sighing and returning her attention to the book in her hand.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help but notice the big ass eye roll you just--OBVIOUSLY spat at me, so maybe you should just--let out all the hate and frustration so I can sit here and read my cosmo without worrying about you snapping my neck as soon as I nod off.”
“Okay, first of all,” Callie started, putting her book aside before twisting her body to fully face the blonde, “You cannot spit an eye roll. Second, grow up--you’re like twelve years old--”
“--I’m not twelve years old, you’re twelve years old--”
“--you’re a child!”
“Oh, please. You just want to jump me…”
“You wish, Stevens--”
“YOU wish--”
Not if they PAID me.”
Izzie’s mouth opened to snap back, but she stopped, feeling suddenly wounded, and she asked softly , “Really?
Callie paused and felt suddenly unprepared for the sudden vulnerability, “I--mean, you’re not--completely unattractive.”
I thought you were into blondes.” She sneered, “I’m a hot blonde.”
Eyeing her opponent up and down, Callie shrugged, “You’re alright.”
Izzie chuckled sarcastically, “I’m a knock out. And you saying otherwise only proves that you’re the child. Because I wouldn’t let my past hate for you get in the way of the fact that you’re obviously a hot piece of ass.”
“I--you think I’m hot?”
“Disgustingly so.” She replied offhandedly.
Callie’s eyes narrowed to slits before adding, as she positioned herself comfortably in her seat, “Okay, fine, you’re not.”
Izzie smiled, “Thanks.” Then added smugly, “You’d totally hit this.”
“Well, you’d totally hit THIS.”
Izzie laughed and paused a moment before leaning in to offer conspicuously, “You want a drink?”
Countless airplane drinks later, the two women found themselves giggling uncontrollably and slumped against one another in an effort to keep themselves quiet.
“Oh my god--” Izzie choked out, her face red as she folded over with laughter, her hand thoughtlessly falling to rest on Callie’s knee, “--oh, god. Relationships are crap.”
“Someone who left her husband would say that.” Callie mumbled as she wiped mirthful tears from her eyes.
“Oh, shut up. You left your blonde in the roller skates, too.” She replied with a sniffle as she sat back and reclined in her seat.
‘She didn’t want babies. Ever. What’s your excuse?”
Izzie sighed heavily, “I have none.”
“I don’t miss her.”
“I don’t miss Alex.” Izzie added, “I’m a bitch.’
“I do miss sex, though.” Callie admitted sorrowfully.
Izzie turned then, a look of interest in her eyes, “You haven’t had sex since her?”
“No.”
“Me either. Since Alex, I mean.”
Their eyes met in silent tension, and Callie was suddenly aware that Izzie’s hand never left her knee. And Izzie realized her hand hadn’t been brushed off.
Callie squinted suspiciously and she leaned in about an inch, “You’re thinking about something not good,” She whispered, “I can tell.”
Izzie leaned in further and replied in mirrored confidence, “I’m thinking about airplane sex.” She dotted her sentence with an inebriated smile.
Callie’s gaze fell swiftly upon the other woman’s parted lips, and she licked her own involuntarily, “Don’t start any fires you can’t put out.”
Izzie’s features turned into that of mock offense as she responded, “Did you just ask me if I put out?”
They shared a chuckle and as Izzie leaned in, and their lips touched, a jolt shot through her and her hand went up to tangle in short blonde locks while a probing hand slid up her thigh and kneaded firmly as their lips parted and alcohol glazed tongues dueled playfully for a few minutes before a disembodied, disgruntled throat clearing forced them to pull apart.
Callie smiled and felt her lips a little bruised. She touched her fingertips to them and breathed out before stating softly, “Well--that was weird.”
“mm--” Izzie nodded, then leaned in to whisper quickly, “--I don’t know anyone in Miami, only reason I’m going there is to tan, drink and make bad decisions. I don’t know why you’re going but--you should join me.” She smiled and leaned back in her seat, “I’m going to take a nap, you let me know when we land. Oh, and if the sex thing doesn’t pan out, I make one hell of a wing woman, and I’ve never been to a lesbian bar, so we can do that.”
Callie reclined in her own seat and thought, as Izzie drifted off to sleep, that maybe family time could wait a couple of days. After all, it had been a while since she made a really good bad decision.
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3. Callie/Lexie, I don’t need a babysitter, secrets, Argentina
Requested byblackberry06
“I had this dream once--” Lexie blurted out suddenly. She wasn’t sure this particular dream she was about to disclose was appropriate, but it had been five minutes and four and a half of those five had been spent in complete and utter uncomfortable silence. The hospital really needed to check on these elevator and their insistent need to break down in opportune moments. “--and--we were--well, you were there.” She giggled nervously.
Callie looked over from where she sat beside Lexie on the elevator floor and her eyebrows went up in question.
“--and, we were vacationing in Argentina for some reason…”
“Who’s we?”
“Oh um--” Lexie paused, maybe this was the wrong way to break the ice. She couldn’t see, but she could feel her cheeks warming by the second, “--you were…I was--we were--we were there together.” She laughed it off like it was no big deal, but in reality, she wished the elevator would plumage to the ground and kill them both so they never have to finish the story. But she couldn’t stop herself now that she had Callie’s attention.
“Oh.” Callie’s eyes widened in surprise but she relaxed and lounged against the wall as she listened, “And what were we doing? Was I babysitting?” She teased.
“Ha-ha.” Lexie sneered. “No, I don’t need a babysitter in my dreams, thank you. Or in real life for that matter.” Something in the way Callie chuckled as if she didn’t believe her gave her a burst of confidence and she sat up a little straighter as she continued, “Actually, we were a couple in my dream.”
Silence. And the silence didn’t make her want to look and see the brunette’s reaction, so she continued, “We might have been a couple, I don’t know. But there was--there was some kissing and…stuff.” So she was flirting. What the hell, she was single right?
“Stuff?” Callie asked, suddenly interested. Her eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement.
“…yeah. Nice--stuff. Like, you know--” She dropped her hand to sit between them on the floor, and it was then that she had to wonder if they had been sitting this close to one another all along. Her finger grazed Callie’s and her breath hitched involuntarily. “--like…touching.”
“Touching.” Callie nodded.
“Y--yeah.” She breathed out suddenly before she continued, her pinky slipping discretely over Callie’s, “Touching and…kissing. The kissing was--especially good.”
“Well,, I am a good kisser.”
“I’d bet.” She replied boldly, her heart rate increasing as a shift of her leg had her thigh grazing Callie’s, “The uh--touching wasn’t bad though.” She shut her eyes momentarily as a familiar tingle started between her legs and she licked her lips involuntarily.
Their breathing suddenly became audible in the small compartment and Lexie bit the inside of her cheek as the gentle rub of scrub pant against scrub pant sent a tiny jolt through her and she had to swallow a tiny moan.
“Since we’re spilling secrets--” Callie started.
“Yeah?” Lexie turned slowly to be met with the perfect view of Callie’s parted lips only inches away. She smelled the lavender in her hair and the fruity lip gloss she wore. And damn she wore it well--and as the elevator jumped back into action and a soft breeze indicated Callie had stood up, Lexie had to remind herself to breathe before ordering her legs to move as she stood.
The doors dinged open and Callie turned to look over her shoulder before stepping out, “--oh yeah. Secrets.”
“Mmhmm?” Lexie barely managed, pulling at the hem of her shirt to adjust it.
“I sometimes have dreams about you, too.”
And then she was gone. Lexie wasn’t sure if it was the tone she used to the little evil smirk she tossed her way, but she caused some serious blushing and she fanned herself with the test results she had been carrying as her new favorite elevator continued to take her up to her floor.