Sexcapades from the Model and the Adulterous Whore
Authors Note: All I can say is that I'm sorry and that writers block has taken on a new meaning. Seriously... Oh yeah and it's amazing how well music can help. Certain types though. As I was writing this specific chapter, Damien Rice in no way helped (he's more for when I'm writing angsty stuff ... which is coming up by the way) but for this chapter I used Dave Matthews Band to help me get out of my funk. So hopefully you guys enjoy it
Oh yeah and my Microsoft Word has decided not to work anymore, so I'm forced to use Wordpad which in no way helps with the grammatical and spelling errors, so I apologize in advance for anything that might be out of place or misspelled.
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The rest of the chapters are on my livejournal right now. :)
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Chapter Five
Rational, Izzie was more than a little bit determined to be rational. That was very hard to accomplish, however, when her superior's lips were literally crushing against hers, and said superior's hands were holding her firmly in place, not that she at all minded. It was when Izzie caught a small reflection of the time did she remember that they were running late. She never had a real reason to be mad at a clock until now.
"Mmm okay ... as ... good as ... this is-" Izzie said against Addison's eager lips, until she was fully able to break their kiss, "and believe me, it's good, we really need to get to work. I have rounds starting, and I'm guessing that you have a surgery or two scheduled this morning." Despite the kiss being broken apart, Addison's hands hadn't retreated from their position on Izzie's hips, something that didn't go unnoticed by Izzie.
"You're right." Addison said in a serious tone, although her face was still only inches away. Suddenly, her lips curved upright as she remembered, "Wait a second, now it's 'we have to get to work', as I recall you were perfectly happy skipping work altogether." Stepping back she folded her arms, leaving Izzie saddened to have Addison's hands off of her.
"True..." She said simply. It's not that she wanted to break their kiss, it just felt strange kissing her with Meredith, George, Callie, and not to mention Derek, right below their feet. Also the time played a key role. "We really should go to work today though. And just maybe ... you can let a certain someone scrub in on your surgeries today." Izzie explained in the sweetest voice that she could. Maybe sleeping with an attending does have its perks, Izzie thought, wondering why she hadn't hopped onto the bandwagon sooner.
Because you won't at all be a distraction, Addison thought mischievously. Smiling, she nodded, "Once again though, you do have a point, we should get going now."
With wide eyes Izzie asked, "Wait, as in now, right now? You know I was thinking that maybe being a few minutes late couldn't be all that bad." Her voice held an understandable amount of nervousness behind it.
Addison's perfectly white teeth shone through her amused smile, and she tried to suppress her laughter at Izzie's current display of worry. Nodding she said confidently, "I'm thinking now is good." It's not that she wasn't nervous, because she was. But being the strong and confident woman she was, she wasn't about to let a few interns and her ex-husband stand in her way of being late for work.
"Okay." Izzie then said breathlessly, "Okay. We can do this." She thought for a moment, before saying, "Alright, I'll go see if the coast is clear, and then you, you make a run for it."
Laughing, Addison said, "You make it sounds like this is a hell house."
"You'd be surprised." She responded and although she sounded serious, from the look on her face, Addison knew she was kidding... sort of.
There were times when having a squeaky door didn't faze Izzie, she even came to understand that she would always have a squeaky door. It was one of those things that she would never get around to fixing, no matter how many times it screwed her over, now being one of those times. At the moment, she couldn't so much as turn her doorknob without emitting even the slightest sound. She flinched, and she could even see Addison cringe at the awful sound that came from the door. Izzie hoped to God that every one was still in the kitchen, if not, then they would be in for one hell of a surprise.
After the doorknob had been turned and the door was slightly ajar, she figured she'd rip the band aide off and with one quick motion, the door was fully open, but not before making a loud creak that echoed throughout the halls. Seeing that no one was waiting for her in the hallway, she let out a long drawn out breath that she hadn't even known she was holding in. Looking behind her, she saw that Addison was merely standing back with mild amusement written on her face.
"Okay," Izzie started, ignoring the look on Addison's face, "I'm going to see if the coast is clear."
Addison nodded, and with the most serious face she could, said, "Okay, then I'll sneak out, and then through our comm links you can instruct me on how to difuse the bomb." Having read one too many spy novels as a teen, she used a little of her knowledge to toy with Izzie.
Izzie looked at her for a hard second and then agreed implicitly with what she was implying. "You're right, I'm a little on edge. But I think that right now? Your smart remarks? Not really helping the situation here." She replied with a smile.
"Alright, I'm sorry." She said while suppressing a grin.
"That's more like it." Izzie said with a nod, and as she left the room, she couldn't help but think of how adorable Addison looked when she tried to keep herself from smiling.
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"How long were you planning on waiting for her? Because I have a surgery scheduled in less than an hour." Callie asked somewhat bitterly and then continued to tap her fingers on the table, meanwhile giving George a look that Meredith couldn't explain.
Meredith only shook her head and said, "Just a couple more minutes. Aren't you at all interested to see who the guy is?" Meredith was certain she heard a female voice coming from Izzie's room, one that wasn't Izzie's, but she kept that part to herself. She just had to be sure that she was hearing things. Not that she would have minded if she wasn't, but again, she just had to be sure. If, in fact, she wasn't hearing things, then good for her, Meredith thought. Men really hadn't worked in her favor lately either, thinking only of Derek and how Valentine's Day had been somewhat of a bust.
"I am." George answered, as he took a forceful bite out of his toast, and Meredith could have sworn his voice sounded just as bitter as Callie's.
Callie sighed and then stood up. "Whatever. I'll meet you guys at the hospital. I'm less than interested to see Izzie's new flavor of the week." She said before grabbing her coat and leaving, slamming the front door shut as she left.
"What was all that about?" Meredith asked George who seemed to slump further in his seat.
"She thinks that Izzie is in love with me." He said softly as he took yet another forceful bite from his toast. Meredith's eyes widened and after a few seconds of silence, George began to laugh. It was quiet at first, but then became loud and hysterical. "How ridiculous does that sound? Izzie? In love with me? I mean I'm George, I ..."
His laughter died down and as he spoke the last part of his sentence, his face softened into a sad smile. Meredith reached out and placed her hand on his and she couldn't stop herself from thinking how odd this would have seemed a couple of months ago, after having cried during sex with him. "You think it'll ever be like it was before I got married?" He asked her, although his eyes were miles away.
She wasn't good at this, the comforting thing. Every one knew that, yet they were relentless in confiding in her nonetheless. She sighed and then said, "I don't know George. I think that she was pretty hurt that you didn't tell her you were married until after you were."
"I know." George said with a nod. "I just want us all to be okay, Callie included."
"I do too." Meredith said as she squeezed his hand and gave him a sad smile.
The kitchen was left in silence and each were left in their own thoughts. Slowly, Meredith leaned back in her chair, entirely forgetting that she was supposed to be on the lookout for Izzie's 'flavor of the week' as Callie so gently put it. Because she was so deep in thought, she barely had time to register what she just saw. Leaning back, she had caught only a glimpse of someone tiptoeing towards the front door, but that was all she needed to know exactly who it was. The red hair was a dead giveaway. With wide eyes, Meredith leaned forward in her chair, and out of Addison's sight.
George noticed the change in Meredith's demeanor and asked, "What is it?"
Regaining control of her breathing, she looked up at George. "What?" She asked him quickly, a little too quickly and even she knew it.
George was silent for a second until his eyes widened and a huge smile swept over his face. "You saw who it was!" He said excitedly with a pointed finger at Meredith.
"Shhh ... lower your voice." Meredith whispered, "And, no."
He looked at her in confusion and then said, "No ... you didn't see who it was?"
"No, I did ... but I didn't." She replied, and even she knew she was being a little vague, but she didn't know exactly how to say 'yeah I did, and it's Dr. Montgomery', without sounding like a crazy person.
"What?" He asked, looking at her with furrowed brows. She knew George was used to her typical ramblings, but that didn't mean he knew how to deal with them any more than she knew how to stop giving them.
"I did see, but I didn't." Or at least I wish I didn't, she thought.
"Okay ... So who is he? Do we know him?" She felt like as if she were Lassie and that he was trying to get information on Timmy's whereabouts.
"He?" Meredith asked as she chuckled nervously, realizing now why Izzie had sounded so nervous when she had been asked that very question. "He is ..." Meredith started, "He is ... definitely a he. I mean if there's one thing I can tell you. He's definitely a he." She finished semi-confidently, and she only hoped that George wouldn't question her any further.
"Meredith." George's serious voice caused her to stop. "You're rambling. Which can only mean one thing." He concluded, and Meredith cursed herself and her inability to keep secrets.
"What?" She asked, sensing that he saw right through her and knew exactly what she was avoiding telling him.
He looked at her through squinted eyes, as he tried to find out what she wasn't telling him. "It could only mean that you know who it is. So ... spill."
She let out a small relieved breath and then said, "So, nothing. We're late for work." She recovered quickly as she stood up and grabbed her coat, meanwhile trying to go over in her head how Izzie and Addison could have possibly happened, but not before thanking God that Derek was well out of the house.
Oh yeah and my Microsoft Word has decided not to work anymore, so I'm forced to use Wordpad which in no way helps with the grammatical and spelling errors, so I apologize in advance for anything that might be out of place or misspelled.
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The rest of the chapters are on my livejournal right now. :)
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Chapter Five
Rational, Izzie was more than a little bit determined to be rational. That was very hard to accomplish, however, when her superior's lips were literally crushing against hers, and said superior's hands were holding her firmly in place, not that she at all minded. It was when Izzie caught a small reflection of the time did she remember that they were running late. She never had a real reason to be mad at a clock until now.
"Mmm okay ... as ... good as ... this is-" Izzie said against Addison's eager lips, until she was fully able to break their kiss, "and believe me, it's good, we really need to get to work. I have rounds starting, and I'm guessing that you have a surgery or two scheduled this morning." Despite the kiss being broken apart, Addison's hands hadn't retreated from their position on Izzie's hips, something that didn't go unnoticed by Izzie.
"You're right." Addison said in a serious tone, although her face was still only inches away. Suddenly, her lips curved upright as she remembered, "Wait a second, now it's 'we have to get to work', as I recall you were perfectly happy skipping work altogether." Stepping back she folded her arms, leaving Izzie saddened to have Addison's hands off of her.
"True..." She said simply. It's not that she wanted to break their kiss, it just felt strange kissing her with Meredith, George, Callie, and not to mention Derek, right below their feet. Also the time played a key role. "We really should go to work today though. And just maybe ... you can let a certain someone scrub in on your surgeries today." Izzie explained in the sweetest voice that she could. Maybe sleeping with an attending does have its perks, Izzie thought, wondering why she hadn't hopped onto the bandwagon sooner.
Because you won't at all be a distraction, Addison thought mischievously. Smiling, she nodded, "Once again though, you do have a point, we should get going now."
With wide eyes Izzie asked, "Wait, as in now, right now? You know I was thinking that maybe being a few minutes late couldn't be all that bad." Her voice held an understandable amount of nervousness behind it.
Addison's perfectly white teeth shone through her amused smile, and she tried to suppress her laughter at Izzie's current display of worry. Nodding she said confidently, "I'm thinking now is good." It's not that she wasn't nervous, because she was. But being the strong and confident woman she was, she wasn't about to let a few interns and her ex-husband stand in her way of being late for work.
"Okay." Izzie then said breathlessly, "Okay. We can do this." She thought for a moment, before saying, "Alright, I'll go see if the coast is clear, and then you, you make a run for it."
Laughing, Addison said, "You make it sounds like this is a hell house."
"You'd be surprised." She responded and although she sounded serious, from the look on her face, Addison knew she was kidding... sort of.
There were times when having a squeaky door didn't faze Izzie, she even came to understand that she would always have a squeaky door. It was one of those things that she would never get around to fixing, no matter how many times it screwed her over, now being one of those times. At the moment, she couldn't so much as turn her doorknob without emitting even the slightest sound. She flinched, and she could even see Addison cringe at the awful sound that came from the door. Izzie hoped to God that every one was still in the kitchen, if not, then they would be in for one hell of a surprise.
After the doorknob had been turned and the door was slightly ajar, she figured she'd rip the band aide off and with one quick motion, the door was fully open, but not before making a loud creak that echoed throughout the halls. Seeing that no one was waiting for her in the hallway, she let out a long drawn out breath that she hadn't even known she was holding in. Looking behind her, she saw that Addison was merely standing back with mild amusement written on her face.
"Okay," Izzie started, ignoring the look on Addison's face, "I'm going to see if the coast is clear."
Addison nodded, and with the most serious face she could, said, "Okay, then I'll sneak out, and then through our comm links you can instruct me on how to difuse the bomb." Having read one too many spy novels as a teen, she used a little of her knowledge to toy with Izzie.
Izzie looked at her for a hard second and then agreed implicitly with what she was implying. "You're right, I'm a little on edge. But I think that right now? Your smart remarks? Not really helping the situation here." She replied with a smile.
"Alright, I'm sorry." She said while suppressing a grin.
"That's more like it." Izzie said with a nod, and as she left the room, she couldn't help but think of how adorable Addison looked when she tried to keep herself from smiling.
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"How long were you planning on waiting for her? Because I have a surgery scheduled in less than an hour." Callie asked somewhat bitterly and then continued to tap her fingers on the table, meanwhile giving George a look that Meredith couldn't explain.
Meredith only shook her head and said, "Just a couple more minutes. Aren't you at all interested to see who the guy is?" Meredith was certain she heard a female voice coming from Izzie's room, one that wasn't Izzie's, but she kept that part to herself. She just had to be sure that she was hearing things. Not that she would have minded if she wasn't, but again, she just had to be sure. If, in fact, she wasn't hearing things, then good for her, Meredith thought. Men really hadn't worked in her favor lately either, thinking only of Derek and how Valentine's Day had been somewhat of a bust.
"I am." George answered, as he took a forceful bite out of his toast, and Meredith could have sworn his voice sounded just as bitter as Callie's.
Callie sighed and then stood up. "Whatever. I'll meet you guys at the hospital. I'm less than interested to see Izzie's new flavor of the week." She said before grabbing her coat and leaving, slamming the front door shut as she left.
"What was all that about?" Meredith asked George who seemed to slump further in his seat.
"She thinks that Izzie is in love with me." He said softly as he took yet another forceful bite from his toast. Meredith's eyes widened and after a few seconds of silence, George began to laugh. It was quiet at first, but then became loud and hysterical. "How ridiculous does that sound? Izzie? In love with me? I mean I'm George, I ..."
His laughter died down and as he spoke the last part of his sentence, his face softened into a sad smile. Meredith reached out and placed her hand on his and she couldn't stop herself from thinking how odd this would have seemed a couple of months ago, after having cried during sex with him. "You think it'll ever be like it was before I got married?" He asked her, although his eyes were miles away.
She wasn't good at this, the comforting thing. Every one knew that, yet they were relentless in confiding in her nonetheless. She sighed and then said, "I don't know George. I think that she was pretty hurt that you didn't tell her you were married until after you were."
"I know." George said with a nod. "I just want us all to be okay, Callie included."
"I do too." Meredith said as she squeezed his hand and gave him a sad smile.
The kitchen was left in silence and each were left in their own thoughts. Slowly, Meredith leaned back in her chair, entirely forgetting that she was supposed to be on the lookout for Izzie's 'flavor of the week' as Callie so gently put it. Because she was so deep in thought, she barely had time to register what she just saw. Leaning back, she had caught only a glimpse of someone tiptoeing towards the front door, but that was all she needed to know exactly who it was. The red hair was a dead giveaway. With wide eyes, Meredith leaned forward in her chair, and out of Addison's sight.
George noticed the change in Meredith's demeanor and asked, "What is it?"
Regaining control of her breathing, she looked up at George. "What?" She asked him quickly, a little too quickly and even she knew it.
George was silent for a second until his eyes widened and a huge smile swept over his face. "You saw who it was!" He said excitedly with a pointed finger at Meredith.
"Shhh ... lower your voice." Meredith whispered, "And, no."
He looked at her in confusion and then said, "No ... you didn't see who it was?"
"No, I did ... but I didn't." She replied, and even she knew she was being a little vague, but she didn't know exactly how to say 'yeah I did, and it's Dr. Montgomery', without sounding like a crazy person.
"What?" He asked, looking at her with furrowed brows. She knew George was used to her typical ramblings, but that didn't mean he knew how to deal with them any more than she knew how to stop giving them.
"I did see, but I didn't." Or at least I wish I didn't, she thought.
"Okay ... So who is he? Do we know him?" She felt like as if she were Lassie and that he was trying to get information on Timmy's whereabouts.
"He?" Meredith asked as she chuckled nervously, realizing now why Izzie had sounded so nervous when she had been asked that very question. "He is ..." Meredith started, "He is ... definitely a he. I mean if there's one thing I can tell you. He's definitely a he." She finished semi-confidently, and she only hoped that George wouldn't question her any further.
"Meredith." George's serious voice caused her to stop. "You're rambling. Which can only mean one thing." He concluded, and Meredith cursed herself and her inability to keep secrets.
"What?" She asked, sensing that he saw right through her and knew exactly what she was avoiding telling him.
He looked at her through squinted eyes, as he tried to find out what she wasn't telling him. "It could only mean that you know who it is. So ... spill."
She let out a small relieved breath and then said, "So, nothing. We're late for work." She recovered quickly as she stood up and grabbed her coat, meanwhile trying to go over in her head how Izzie and Addison could have possibly happened, but not before thanking God that Derek was well out of the house.