Stay (for me) SEQUEL TO STAY
Addison was looking at the lemon-licorice-milkshake in her left hand. The flight was delayed, just as she had expected it to be, but leaving town sooner than later was always better.
She felt so stupid, why did she ever have to come to Seattle? What had she gotten out of it? A failed marriage and a crush on an intern she couldn’t make happy.
Yes, she had very strong feelings for Alex. No, she did not love him lake he claimed to love her. Period. End of discussion.
…
Who was she kidding? Not herself anyway, she knew better. If she had been sitting next to Callie right now she would have screamed “Fine, I love Alex Karev, you hear that?!” She shook her head and took a sip of the milkshake. Hoooooow could life be so ironic? Just when she was getting her life back on track Alex Karev fell on her, crushing her totally. She was crushed, like some kind of dead cockroach… that was a nice image.
“Oh my God”, she mumbled as she heard the speakerphone say that the flight to Los Angeles was going to be delayed another half-hour. She yawned and looked around her.
She was sitting by the bar with a milkshake and a bay-breeze. Ironic. There was a couple in the corner at the other end of the bar, but she felt really, really alone. It was quiet, some people passed and came, but she remained the most “dedicated” costumer as she ordered another milkshake, this time vanilla.
She really felt like the worst human on earth. Alex Karev had told her he loved her. He had kissed her and all, made her realize he really wanted her, her, and not just because of her looks. Was she a total idiot, walking away from him? Yes. But she knew that if she had chosen to give him a chance she would have ended up hurting him… one way or the other. It was a self-destruction-mechanism, her shrink had told her. Hurting people she loved seemed to be a way of protecting herself. Personally she thought it sounded like bullshit, but he was her shrink and she was the patient… ex-patient.
“Just stay”, he said, his hands now on the small of her back. “Stay here.”
“Here, in Seattle?” she whispered, her breath caught in her throat.
“Yes, here, with me”, he said, his face just a few inches away from hers. “Just stay with me. You can’t find happiness in California when you know I’m here, missing you.”
“Uh, uh, not funny, forget it”, she mumbled as she took a sip of her bay-breeze. Maybe he had been drunk, but no, he had neither smelled nor tasted like alcohol, and he had been on duty.
Alex Karev was not the kind of type she could spend her life with. Derek had been the type, but she had ruined that. Mark had changed from a man whore to a man full of love for her, but she had turned him down too… what the hell was wrong with her?
She took five sips of her breeze and wished she would be eaten by a bear. Or something, so that everything would go away. Love really was the worst medicine ever. Who the hell had ever said that love was the best medicine, she was gonna kill that person… or was it “laughter is the best medicine”. She was too confused to remember.
“How you doing?” someone suddenly asked her.
She looked to her right and saw a young man sitting on the chair next to hers. How come she hadn’t noticed him? Now that she looked at him she realized he was attractive, about twenty-five years old, brown-haired and brown-eyed, nothing like Alex Karev, he was the exact opposite.
“What does it look like?” she asked, not showing her enthusiasm, which slowly disappeared as she thought of Alex again. She took another sip of her breeze.
“It looks like you could use a good, hard fuck”, he answered with his charming voice.
The sip flew back into her glass and she wiped her mouth, then she slowly turned to look at him with eyes as big as snowballs. She cleared her throat, trying to recover from the chock and then she pulled herself together. “Excuse me?”
“I’m sorry”, he laughed. “I was just trying to get your attention, you looked so distant.”
“Well, you certainly have my attention now”, she said, looking into his eyes.
“Thank you”, he said and raised his hand. “I’m Antoine.”
“Addison”, she said and shook his hand. “Oh, you’re French?”
“Partially, from my father’s side”, he said and made himself comfortable in the chair. Addison could see his eyes travel up her legs. “I’m flying down to Los Angeles for a photo-shoot.”
“Oh my God”, she said and almost knocked over her breeze. “You’re that model, from the Boss-catalogue.” She knew she had seen him somewhere, he seemed to have a very strong jaw in the catalogue, and oh, did he have one, alright.
“Yes, I have a… gig down in L.A, as I said. I was just staying here for a few hours to see my mom, she moved down here after my parents’ divorce.”
“We’ve been talking for five minutes and I already know your family-history… How charming.”
“Thank you”, he said again and looked her up and down. “How about you… Addison? What do you do?”
“I am…”, she started as she took a sip, “one of the foremost neonatal surgeons in the country, and a board-certified OB/GYN. I don’t mean to show off… but I was the third-highest-paid surgeon back in New York.”
Antoine the Model’s face went numb and he just stared at her for awhile, then he moved his face closer and focused on her eyes. “Hang on a sec, I know you. They did an article about you, didn’t they, back in 2006? I read that one. You’re that… was it McConnagy-Sauvage?
“Montgomery-Shepherd”, she laughed and almost fell off her chair. “Actually, it’s just Montgomery now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“As you wish. So… why you going to L.A?”
“I got a job-offer, and I really need to get the hell outta this town”, she answered calmly.
“Let me guess… Your boss is giving you hell?”
“Nope.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, I’m out.”
“My intern…”, she answered and waited for his reaction, and there it came…
He started laughing and looked at her, and started laughing even more. “Oh my God, your intern? As in the person who you’re supposed to be teaching?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. That is like THE dirty-fantasy.”
“Excuse me?” she said and drank up her breeze. The bartender asked her if she wanted another one, but she shook her head and paid for the first one.
“You know…” He looked at her crossed legs as she was paying the bartender. “Every man’s dream is to be taught by a beautiful, sexy… doctor.”
She sensed his tone and shook her head, smiling. “What is it with you men? How come you just have to make everything dirty?”
“That’s how we stay alive”, he answered and gave her a flashing smile.
“Okay, that’s new”, she mumbled and looked around her. The airport seemed unbelievable quiet. “So how about you… Antoine?” God, that sounded sexy, but not as sexy as Karev. “You have a sexy teacher lusting after you somewhere in Los Angeles?”
“I could have”, he said and looked at her with a very nice pick-up-look. “You know, I was going to go to med-school. I even applied and got in, and I studied for a… maybe half a year, but then I realized I could get much further with my looks… you know what I mean?”
“Yes.”
“You know, you could have done that too.”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“Who says I looked this good fifteen years ago?” she asked and looked down at her legs. “I’m telling you, the only thing I talked about at the prom, was Star Wars.”
“My God”, he mumbled. “Star Wars? You could do the princess-Leia-thing.”
“Not back then. Okay, I was skinny, but I was a geek.”
“We’ve talked for ten minutes and I already know everything about your high-school-life… How charming.”
“You… are making fun of me?” she asked, smiling.
“No… Yes.” He licked his lips. “I think you look cute when you’re annoyed.”
“You so crossed the line!” she laughed and took her purse, standing up, but when she got up he also did, and she gave him a I-beg-for-forgiveness-look. “I really can’t get into everything, I’m trying to get over someone right now, and I just don’t want to end up hurting a… How old are you?”
“Does it matter?” He looked at her, she was only a few inches shorter than him.
“Yes, it does. I could be breaking the law right now.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“Okay, bye”, she said, and turned around, rushing into the crowd, that was standing in front of gate 23, their plane was apparently going to Chicago. She got through the crowd, and then she turned around, and almost bumped into Antoine.
“Stop following me”, she said, still smiling. He had come after her.
“I just want to talk to you”, he said and raised his hand to touch her hair.
“Uh, uh, forget it, I’m miserable, okay, and even thought I am this world-renowned surgeon, it doesn’t mean I can’t get drunk and do stupid things, because believe me, I can. And I’m really hurting… and being miserable, and sleeping with you would just be the last thing I need right now.”
“Who said anything about me wanting to get into your pants?” he laughed.
“You?”
“No.”
“Okay, then no one, but I mean it, our plane is leaving in a while, so just let it be, okay? It was really nice meeting you, Antoine, but I just need a little space and privacy right now.” God, she felt so stupid, why had she even started talking to him?
Because she needed replacement. How stupid could she get?
“Oh, so hot for me that you have to go take care of it by yourself?” he asked and raised an eye-brow.
Addison almost dropped her purse and turned around, staring at him. “Oh, you did not just -”
“I’m sorry, it was a psychopathological impulse”, he lied and smiled at her. “You just look very… bothered, but good-bothered.”
“Your English is terrible”, she spat back and turned around, once again.
“So is your lying”, he said and sped up, now walking in front of her, backwards so that he could see her face. Some people were actually staring at their walk. “Come on, this misery-thing is not good for your face, it ruins the highlights of your eyes.”
“Says the make-up artist?”
“Says the foremost Boss-model in the world”, he said and gave her a smirk.
“Bite me”, she mumbled and stopped as she saw a toilet-sign. She had found her way to get out of this. “I’m so sorry, Antoine, but I am going to the bathroom now, so really, nice meeting you, see you sometime.”
“What seat are you in?” he asked and took out his ticket. “I’m in 23B, you?”
She took out her ticket, saw her name and the gate and the flight-number… and then the seat. “23A.”
“See you on the plane”, he said, but he did not leave.
“Fine”, she said and starting walking towards the bathrooms. “Whatever, just a coincidence, unless you’re stalking me.”
“Really, really not”, he shouted just before she disappeared behind the bathroom-door.
Addison was alone in the women’s restroom. She opened her purse, took out her lipstick and took a quick look at herself in the mirror. She looked good, but she didn’t want to look good, she wanted to look like she felt, which was miserable. She didn’t want guys hitting on her now, she was too hurt, mostly because of her own stupidity.
She closed her purse, tugged her hair behind her ears so that she could see her earrings, and then she walked out the door - right into Antoine’s arms.
*****
Alex’s cab stopped outside the airport, he paid the driver twenty-three dollars and ninety-four cents, and then he rushed out, not caring about the rain, pouring down.
He got inside, looked around, feeling his heart beat in his throat, not in his chest, because he was so scared that the plane had already taken off. The traffic had been awful, and seven blocks away from the airport he had realized that the plane had been scheduled to take off three minutes ago, and he had panicked, but still decided to go to the bitter end - even though the end was twenty minutes away.
He looked at the board above the desk, trying to find Los Angeles somewhere. Chicago, Tokyo, Denver, San Joes, Houston, Portland… Los Angeles! It had been scheduled to leave at 1.30am, it was now 2.03am, but then he saw the rescue: Delayed 1 hour. He had 27 minutes to find her in the largest airport in Seattle.
Where should he start? Maybe the cafés. Hell, it was three years ago since he was here, he barely remembered how the place was built… He thought he was going to be sick, he was so mad at himself, he should have locked her in the on-call room and made her stay there until Los Angeles… had blown up or something, anything, that could have made her stay in Seattle, with him.
*****
Antoine backed Addison up against he wall in the restroom and kissed her hard, his tongue sneaking into her mouth, brushing against her tongue so hard it made her a little nervous, he was keeping her hands pressed up against the wall, and he was pushing his body against hers.
With her eyes closed she could imagine it was Alex touching her, kissing her, but that fantasy… could only end up hurting her, making her regret everything. Antoine took a sip of air and attacked her mouth again, his hands now leaving her hands and traveling down to her waist, her hips, holding her steady and pressed up against the wall.
“Antoine -”, she started as he gave her the opportunity to catch her breath. She tried to push him off, but of course it didn’t work, she had seen his muscles in the catalogue, he had been posing with a pair of black boxers… And she had thought that he looked hot.
But still it felt so wrong. It wasn’t like she was cheating on anyone, but for some reason she didn’t want to do it. Yes, she was feeling all hot and bothered, and she really needed to relax… but not like this.
“Look, I can’t do this”, she moaned and tired to get away from him.
“Just shut up”, he mumbled with his French accent and silence her with a kiss. “The only way…” he was kissing her left ear, “… for you to get over your lusty intern…” he was sucking the sensitive spot on her neck, “… is to get a new one. Just pretend that I’m your intern for the hour… or minute.”
His hands grabbed her hips hard, then they slid even further down to her thighs, hoisting her up against the wall, her heels now leaving the ground. He held her up, keeping one arm under her ass and the other one was pulling her skirt up to her waist, then ripping at the edge of her stockings. For a minute she breathed in hard, gasped, and pretended it was Alex, his hands under her ass, pressing her back and forth at the same time.
“Oh my God”, she moaned as he started pulling her panties down. Alex tore her panties off, kept her up against the wall, kissing her neck, tugging at her hair, then his hand was between her legs, rubbing her, feeling how aroused she was… Alex moved his hand further, making her gasp and moan at every thrust his fingers made… And he heard him whisper something in her hair… but it wasn’t “I love you.” It was…
“Hang on, I’m gonna get the condom out of my pocket”, he mumbled in her hair and let go of her with his left hand.
“What?” she gasped as his lips left her neck for a second.
“I was just gonna get a condom, you know, cos…” He looked at her, confused.
Addison was still, thinking desperately, then she shook his head, and pushed the arm, that was holding her up, away, and her heels crashed down against the floor.
“Addison”, he breathed and looked at her. “What… are you doing?”
“I’m sorry”, she whispered as she checked that her stocking’s were okay, and then she pulled her skirt down. Were the hell were her panties? She couldn’t find them anywhere, damn it!
“You can’t just… stop…”, he mumbled and took a look at his jeans, which were too tight at the moment.
“Yes, I know, and I’m just… very sorry, Antoine, but this isn’t what I want”, she said and checked her hair in front of the mirror. “I’m not like this, this isn’t fair to anyone.”
“Why do you have to make such a big deal out of it?” he asked, frustrated.
“Because I love someone else”, she said, loud and clear. She had said it. Finally. “Because I’m in love with that lusty intern of mine, who I can’t get out of my head now!” She was too confused, like she was running around… lost, again, she felt exactly like she had felt when Alex had confessed his love for her. “Damn it, where the hell are my panties?”
“Don’t know”, Antoine mumbled, trying to get rid of his arousal. “Shit…”
“Doesn’t matter”, she said and tried to fix her make up, which had spread, thanks to Antoine’s lips. “I’m just gonna go now, our plane is leaving in… eleven minutes, so I’ll… ask if someone wants to take my seat.” She felt all embarrassed and bothered… not good-bothered.
“Don’t bother, I’ll survive”, he said and breathed in hard. He was standing with his back to her. “No need to be embarrassed, mon cherie.”
She laughed. “I’m not embarrassed, not one bit, because this is nothing to be embarrassed about…”
“One question, though”, he said and turned around to look at her.
“Yes?” she said and closed the buttons to her shirt, she hadn’t even realized he had opened them… or had she?
“You were…” he took a few steps closer, “wet like hell. How are you gonna get rid of all the horny?”
*****
Alex had been through all the cafés and almost all the bars, now he was stopping at the one by gate 23, which was pretty empty. He looked around, passing all the tables, but he didn’t see a flash of red anywhere. He had to find her, he had 10 minutes before the plane was leaving… he could meet her at the gate, that was a possibility, but he had so much to say, he needed time…
He hurried past the gate to the board fifty feet away from it when, in the corner of his eye, he saw the door to the women’s restroom open, and then he saw the familiar, red hair.
*****
Addison breathed out, hurried out of the bathroom and leaned back against the door, now gasping her breath. What had she done? God, she hadn’t felt this terrible in a long time, this was more horrible that telling Alex she had to go. She couldn’t bring herself to move away from the door, it felt safe, having something to lean on… or against.
“Addison?”
Addison jerked her eyes open and stared at Alex, who was standing just a few feet away from her. His forehead was sweaty, like he had been running, he was breathing hard, and fighting with the possibility of hugging her.
“Oh my God”, she whispered and made an attempt to turn around and rush back into the bathroom, but she saw Alex come towards her and the next thing she knew her face was pressed against his shoulder and he had his hands around her, holding her close.
She started sobbing, tugging at his coat, holding onto him as her emotions took over and her knees grew weaker. Alex was mumbling things into her hair, she heard something like not going to let her go, and that’s what she wanted to hear, she wanted to feel as loved as she did right now, in his warm, protective arms.
It felt like everything in life was one damn soap-opera, but Alex made it real for her, this wasn’t some kind of Days Of Our Lives, this was her life, reality… And now reality was Alex’s arms around her, keeping her so safe she could have screamed out that she loved him.
“I’m sorry, Karev”, she sobbed and stared at the bathroom-door over Alex’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I walked away, I was scared, and you were there, and I should have given you a chance instead of putting you through all this crap, I’m sorry -”
“It doesn’t matter”, he laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Look, the point is that you’re here, you’re not in Los Angeles.”
“I don’t wanna go”, she cried out and buried her head in his arms.
“Then don’t”, Alex whispered and patted her on the back to calm her down. If anyone had seen them… He saw the scene in his head, it might have looked very ridiculous since she was his attending and he was the intern everyone hated. But he did have a soft side.
Which only Addison had revealed. It hadn’t been like this with Izzie, never like this… that had just been about having someone to sleep with and talk with… Alex really, really cared about Addison, the proud, obnoxious, millionaire-OB/GYN-attending.
“Look, Alex”, she said and took a step back, but keeping his hands in hers, and she looked up at him with her beautiful smile. He looked so cute, but so vulnerable, and his dark eyes looked like they were trying to find some sense in hers. “I just… really wanted you to come down here, and now you’re here, and I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stay with me”, he said, smiling. “Start with tonight, and then think over. But I need you to be here.”
“I know, and I really would like to stay, but I have responsibility, I have patients, they’re expecting to see me in… oh crap, fourteen hours, so -”
“Do you care about me?” he suddenly asked, cutting her off, squeezing her hands.
Addison raised both eyebrows and looked at him, confused. “What kind of question is that?”
“Just a question I have to know the answer to”, he answered and looked around himself. “Yep, just that.”
“Yes, yes, Alex, I do, I really care about you”, she said and touched his cheek. “But -”
“But what?”
“I don’t even remember if I said this to you earlier in the on-call room”, she said and shook her head. “But if I stay with you… for tonight, I probably won’t be able to leave, and that’s…”
“The right decision”, he said.
“No, that’s not the way my life is supposed to go. I took this job offer to get away, I chose to get away, and I’m a very determined person, as you probably know. And… I don’t wanna be with you and then leave you, it’s just gonna hurt you, and I don’t wanna be the one hurting you.”
“Just stop for a second, Addison, I don’t care, cos I know you’ll stay.”
“Alex -”
“You’ll stay because I need you.” He looked so serious, the corners of his mouth slightly pointing up, but it wasn’t a smile, it was more like a silent plea. “Cos you know that I’m not gonna throw you away like Shepherd or Sloan.”
“Alex, I know that, but I can’t do this! I know I’m stupid, but my plane is leaving in three minutes, I need to go, I want to be with you but I need to go,… right now, so just… look, I’ll come to see you, okay, after some time… I need to come up here and get some things, so I’ll see you then, we’ll talk then -”
“I’ve heard enough of this bullshit”, he mumbled, determined to make her stay.
“I just don’t have the strength to fight with you about this anymore”, she said and fought the tears, she was sobbing, trying not to fall apart.
“Then stop”, he said.
“No, you stop”, she breathed out and made an attempt to run away, but before she did she had to take last look at him. “Just go home, Alex, and remember me the way I was the night when I kissed you, okay? Not like this stupid woman who couldn’t see what was right in front of her.”
Addison turned around, Alex looked at her intensely, almost angrily, and then he grabbed her waist, and with one scream he had thrown her over his shoulder. He was so mad it felt like he was picking up a butterfly, and holding her steady on his shoulder he started walking through the crowds.
“Alex!” she screamed, hitting him on the back. “Put me down, now, the plane is leaving in a minute, put me down!”
“Just shut up and listen to me for once in your life, okay?” he screamed back, people now looking at them with eyes huge. “You’re about the make on damn mistake, the biggest mistake of your life, and I am sure as hell not gonna just stand next to you and let you walk through that gate! If you’re so determined you can take the 8am flight tomorrow, but right now, tonight, you’re staying here!”
“Alex, it’s early in the morning, so put me down, damn it!” he was close to the main entrance now, it had stopped raining, and the cool air hit his face. Addison kept punching his back, trying to kick him with her heels, but she missed every time, and the next thing she knew he was pushing her into a cab.
He closed the door as he jumped into the seat next to her, and he gave her a triumphing look. “Corner of Seventh and Mercer, drive fast.”
“No, stop the car!” Addison said to the cab-driver, but Alex grabbed her arm and pushed her back in the seat.
“Ignore the woman, I’m helping her to get on with her life, so just drive.”
“Alex.” Addison wanted to laugh, it was so ridiculous, and she felt humiliated, the whole airport had seen him carry her to the cab… What the hell was he doing?
A part of her wanted to go back, no, run back into the airport, but Alex looked so sexy, safe, proud of what he’d done… but most of all he looked like he had everything planned, and she couldn’t help but smile. Her body was going to betray her because he was so near her, she couldn’t help it. She did get hot for man-candy… and she was way too weak to run away from this now.
*****
It was all a haze, dizzy, like running through a forest full of fog, early in the morning, but instead of stumbling through the woods they were stumbling up the stairs at Meredith’s house. Everyone else was sleeping, they tried to keep quiet, but Addison kept tripping backwards since Alex was pushing her up the stairs.
Down the hall and close the door. Before Addison knew it Alex had pulled off her coat and she was taking off his leather-jacket. He pushed her backwards to the bed, and she fell down on it with Alex on top of her.
And again, it was all a haze. Addison could feel Alex’s lips everywhere on her, she saw him pull down her stockings and kiss both of her thighs up and down, making her moan and beg, but when she heard her voice it sounded distant, so far away… It was weird, considering she wasn’t drunk.
But she felt so good, not regretting it for a second. Of course, she knew she was going to feel absolutely terrible, disappointed and heart-broken in the morning, but maybe it was worth it.
Alex threw his t-shirt off of him and climbed back onto Addison, kissing her on the lips. He felt it everywhere, like fire going through his body, just like the night at Joe’s and tonight, earlier, in the on-call room. He had her. He was finally where he had wanted to be for the last months. He remembered the first time he had said something sexual about her:
It was the same day as Mark Sloan came to turn Seattle up and down. Alex, George and Cristina were going to watch the woman with the spontaneous orgasms, Addison had covered her up and sent them away. That’s when Alex had called her McHot.
And hell yeah she was. His hands were on her breasts, she was moaning into his mouth, his chin scratching deliciously against hers, then his hands went to find her arms, keeping her down on the bed as he started doing his magic on her. He had waited for this for so long, it was not gonna be a quick fuck, not this time, he was really gonna make her feel loved, if he could.
And he sure did, because Addison felt like she was in heaven with him, his hands and lips were everywhere, making her gasp and moan, his fingers were inside of her, moving slowly, while he was kissing his way up her left thigh… was it real or was she dreaming? Hell, she didn’t care, if it was a dream she didn’t want to wake up.
Closed eyes, heavy breathing, sweat on her forhead, Alex couldn’t help but look at her facial expression as his fingers moved up and down inside of her. He made her satisfied, he was pleasing her, he couldn’t have described how good it felt to see how she was enjoying it.
He remembered the first time he had thought about her, sexually, while looking her straight in the eye. It was the day he had put a man to put a lawyer after her. It was when she had told him to do his job right and keep his mouth shut. Sure, he had hated her at that moment, but she had looked so feverish, so angry, but also very… lustful and special, and while he had been thinking that he wanted to kill her he had also thought that he could have wanted to fuck her.
But he wasn’t fucking her, he was making love to her.
And it just felt too right, like he never wanted to let her go. She moaned his name as he tore his clothes off… quickly, but delicately. He opened her skirt and pulled it down her hips, but then he froze.
“Addison?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are your panties?”
Addison jerked her eyes open and sat up. It was dark in the room, but he could see the lines of his face and the light in his eyes, and she swallowed hard. What was she gonna do? She couldn’t tell him about Antoine, she couldn’t, not now, it would be a SIN to hurt him now!
“I was, uh,…”, she started, trying to figure out an explanation. “I was sitting at the bar, thinking about you, and for some reason…” Her hand touched his cheek and she gave him a light kiss right there, “… I became a little too hot, and it didn’t feel to comfortable so I just went to the restroom and took them off… I thought I could survive all the way to Los Angeles without panties, but… Well, then you came.”
He was quiet. Addison felt her pulse raising. Had she ruined it all by making a stupid mistake with Antoine? They hadn’t even done anything unforgivable, she had walked out!
One minute passed.
Oh God, don’t freak out, please believe me and make this perfect, do it for me, don’t think the worst of me.
He got up. Addison said his name quietly when she saw him stand up by the bed, but then she realized he was just bending down to take off his boxers, which probably were black because she couldn’t see them, but she saw the outline of his body… and he was hot for her, she could see that.
He smiled, she couldn’t see that, but he did smile at her. He thought it was a huge step for her to be able to reveal something like that, this being kind of the wrong time and the wrong place and all.
Addison’s heart skipped a beat when he was on top of her again, slightly kissing her on the lips, then moving to the sensitive spot on her neck to kiss her there, then gently suck the skin. It felt good, so right, she realized she was holding her breath and let it out, but it was more of a moan, asking him to continue.
Time passed by, she could hear the clock tick on the wall, but then her ears were filled by their moans and gasps and the sound of their sweaty bodies against each other because he was moving into her, slowly, waiting for her to adjust to the feeling of him inside of her. He didn’t feel like Mark or Derek, he was all Alex… she nodded as a yes and he thrust slowly at first.
He felt like he was gonna pass out on top of her. It had never been this good.
She felt the small waves of pleasure she felt every time when someone was inside of her, she was so turned on she could feel to excitement growing in her body, she wasn’t going to last that long, especially not because Alex was smart, he somehow knew just how she liked it, and the tips of his fingers brushed over her clit, so softly it sent shivers through her spine.
She screamed as he moved a little harder, faster, kissing her while his fingers worked on her clit and the other part of him was building the delicious pressure in her lower body, she was so close.
Alex could feel her tense up, so he moved to kiss her ear and neck so that she could scream it all out, just moan and gasp all she wanted, because, from the way she was looking, he guessed she felt pretty damn good. He kept moving up and down, feeling the pressure himself, feeling it grow stronger and stronger and he begged she would come already because he wasn’t going to last.
Then it hit her. He pushed hard on her clit, and one lust thrust, and she was there, the waves of pleasure took over her, so strong at first, the numb feeling taking over her body, she clenched her teeth together as the strongest waves passed, but she was still riding it, and then, after a few seconds, it was over.
Alex felt her tightening and he thanked God, then he felt the familiar pressure explode and the numb pleasure took over his body, he gasped and held onto her shoulders as he came, his face buried in the nape of her neck.
They were still for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling, then he moved beside her and panted hard, staring at the dark ceiling. She gasped for air, than moved so that her right arm was on his chest and he put his right arm was under her shoulders, keeping her close.
“Thank you”, she whispered and kissed his chest. “That was amazing.”
“Sssh, don’t speak”, he mumbled and kissed her forehead. “I just wanna hear you breathe when you sleep, just go to sleep now.”
“Mmm”, she mumbled and closed her eyes, suddenly feeling very exhausted and tired, but so relaxed at the same time. The sound of the clock disappeared, the heat from his body held her warm, and she fell into the haze again, but somewhere, in the back of her head, she could hear a warning-bell. She tried not to hear it, but the sound grew stronger and she opened her eyes.
The sound was gone. Alex was sleeping, so peacefully, with a smile on his lips.
*****
The clock on Alex’s wall was half past six as he opened his eyes. The curtains were pulled in front of his window. It was weird, he hadn’t pulled them there. And something was different. He sat up in the bed and looked to his right. There was a little piece of paper on Addison’s pillow, he took it and felt his heart stop beating.
Don’t miss me for too long.
-A.
He threw the note away, gasping for breath and staring at the empty space next to him.
She was gone.