Be a Star (Burke/Addison, R)
Title: Be a Star
Pairing: Addison/Burke
Rating: R
Prompt: from hopelessly_lazy Addison/Burke "Am I supposed to be the entertainment, because I'm not stripping.
He sent her an email a few months ago with his new contact information and a request that if she’s ever in the Washington DC area to look him up. So she did. Look him up. Because she’s in the DC area for the week attending some mind-numbing conference about independent medical practices and Things You Need To Know and she’s about to go insane from all the smiling people in suits trying to network and the panel discussions on the proper amounts (and Methods) of advertising and round table brainstorming sessions on how to drum up new business in an era of…and until three hours ago she was considering cutting her losses and leaving early because this is so a waste of her time.
But three hours ago, she opened the door of her hotel room to see him standing on the other side of it with a smile and a small bouquet of flowers and she thought that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be the biggest waste of her time.
“I thought you said you weren’t stripping,” he says. He catches her dress when she bends over (and oh, the cleavage) to pick it up off the floor and toss it in his direction. He reaches over and drapes it on the chair next to the bed. “Not that I object.” What he does object to is that the dress that hugged her in all the right places and dipped just low enough in the front is making the stripping a little short-lived.
Addison smiles and toys with the edge of her panties, swaying to the beat of the music inside her head. She’s had enough to drink that this seems completely natural, but not so much that she’s going to be stumbling when it comes time to join him on the bed and she hasn’t yet discarded her heels. “Girl can change her mind, Preston.” Her fingers disappear underneath the black silk.
He swallows.
Her breath catches in her throat and she spares a glance to the window to make sure the curtains actually are closed. They’re fourteen stories up, but she doesn’t remember whether there’s a building across the street. Her eyelids drop again as she drags a fingertip across her clit. The sound of deep groan reminds her that there’s another person in the room. She bites her lip coyly and winks at him, allowing a low moan to escape her lips before she pulls her hand out of her panties.
Preston lifts an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her next move. Her panties land on his chest. It takes more energy than he’d like to keep still on the bed and not grasp her by the waist and pull her down with him. He makes no effort to hide the desire in his eyes as he sweeps the length of her almost-bare body with his gaze.
The look on his face sends a wave of heat straight between her legs and she has to work to stay balanced. Addison decides that she’s had enough of the teasing, so reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. She lets the straps (black, lace, matching the panties that Preston is currently stroking in a manner that should be illegal) fall off her shoulders and then gravity takes over and the garment drops to the floor.
“You’re a little overdressed,” she says.
“Just enjoying the view.” And he is. Immensely. His erection has been protesting the existence of his pants for the last ten minutes.
“Ready for the audience participation part of tonight’s entertainment?”
Preston chuckles. “Absolutely.”
Pairing: Addison/Burke
Rating: R
Prompt: from hopelessly_lazy Addison/Burke "Am I supposed to be the entertainment, because I'm not stripping.
He sent her an email a few months ago with his new contact information and a request that if she’s ever in the Washington DC area to look him up. So she did. Look him up. Because she’s in the DC area for the week attending some mind-numbing conference about independent medical practices and Things You Need To Know and she’s about to go insane from all the smiling people in suits trying to network and the panel discussions on the proper amounts (and Methods) of advertising and round table brainstorming sessions on how to drum up new business in an era of…and until three hours ago she was considering cutting her losses and leaving early because this is so a waste of her time.
But three hours ago, she opened the door of her hotel room to see him standing on the other side of it with a smile and a small bouquet of flowers and she thought that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be the biggest waste of her time.
“I thought you said you weren’t stripping,” he says. He catches her dress when she bends over (and oh, the cleavage) to pick it up off the floor and toss it in his direction. He reaches over and drapes it on the chair next to the bed. “Not that I object.” What he does object to is that the dress that hugged her in all the right places and dipped just low enough in the front is making the stripping a little short-lived.
Addison smiles and toys with the edge of her panties, swaying to the beat of the music inside her head. She’s had enough to drink that this seems completely natural, but not so much that she’s going to be stumbling when it comes time to join him on the bed and she hasn’t yet discarded her heels. “Girl can change her mind, Preston.” Her fingers disappear underneath the black silk.
He swallows.
Her breath catches in her throat and she spares a glance to the window to make sure the curtains actually are closed. They’re fourteen stories up, but she doesn’t remember whether there’s a building across the street. Her eyelids drop again as she drags a fingertip across her clit. The sound of deep groan reminds her that there’s another person in the room. She bites her lip coyly and winks at him, allowing a low moan to escape her lips before she pulls her hand out of her panties.
Preston lifts an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her next move. Her panties land on his chest. It takes more energy than he’d like to keep still on the bed and not grasp her by the waist and pull her down with him. He makes no effort to hide the desire in his eyes as he sweeps the length of her almost-bare body with his gaze.
The look on his face sends a wave of heat straight between her legs and she has to work to stay balanced. Addison decides that she’s had enough of the teasing, so reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. She lets the straps (black, lace, matching the panties that Preston is currently stroking in a manner that should be illegal) fall off her shoulders and then gravity takes over and the garment drops to the floor.
“You’re a little overdressed,” she says.
“Just enjoying the view.” And he is. Immensely. His erection has been protesting the existence of his pants for the last ten minutes.
“Ready for the audience participation part of tonight’s entertainment?”
Preston chuckles. “Absolutely.”