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Title: In The Closet (There's A Joke Here)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: George/Alex
Word Count: 803
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: George/Alex, closet for Porn Battle VI (it's not really porny but it didn't want to be -- I'm more concerned with it being IC)
Spoilers: Up to 4.16/17 - Freedom
Summary: George would like for anyone, anyone at all, other than Alex, to have found him. So of course it's Alex. He needs this today, really, he does.
“Dude, are you hiding in a closet?”
And really George would like for anyone, anyone at all, other than Alex, to have found him. So of course it’s Alex. And of course he’s going to make fun of him for it.
He needs this today, really, he does.
“I’m not hiding.”
Alex looks at him, one eyebrow raised, hands on his waist. “What do you call it?”
George fights for words, for an explanation that won’t make him sound stupid or leave any openings and loopholes that Alex can argue with. He just wants to be left alone. But he can’t find any, because his mind isn’t here, not really, and so all he can say is, “Fine, I’m hiding in a closet. Happy now?”
Maybe there’s some humanity in Alex, because he frowns, sensing George’s tone (so apparently something’s going his way, maybe), and for a second there it’s looking good, it’s looking like Alex is going to walk right out and leave him here.
Instead, he sits down, right next to George, leaning against that shelf of supplies that, with his luck, will probably fall on his head at some point. Maybe he shouldn’t bang his head against it.
“Alright, so what are you hiding from?”
George just looks at him. Because Alex is only slightly more comforting than Cristina, and that certainly isn’t saying much, so that he even bothers asking? Is more than a little out of character for him. George answers anyways, even if it’s just out of shock. “I’m supposed to retake the intern exam today. In fifteen minutes.”
That frown just becomes deeper. “Shouldn’t you be studying then?”
“It’s not...” and he really wants to get up and leave but he can’t because this is his hiding spot, and where else is he going to go? “You don’t know how much pressure this is okay, so stop asking me questions and pretending you care.” Distantly he wonders if Alex is trying to scare him right before, make him panic so he fails. He doesn’t think even Alex is that cruel, but he’s paranoid as well as nervous and a bit sleep-deprived at this point.
Of course, true to form, Alex seems to have not heard any of that. Or at least not the ‘go away’ part. “I failed my medical board exams.”
And okay, George had kind of forgotten about that, and yes it’s kind of a similar situation (who is he kidding?), but he really doesn’t want to give an inch here. He thinks maybe winning an argument, winning something, might give him the confidence he needs to get up and go out there in fifteen minutes. Thus he’s just about to argue why this is so much different, based on the fact that he failed by one point, and he thought he knew it all the first time, but Alex has other plans.
Namely, kissing him.
He literally presses his lips against George’s, and his lips are kind of remarkably soft for a guy (not that he kisses guys often - it’s just an observation - and now he’s defending his own thoughts to himself, wonderful) and George really wants to struggle but he seems to have forgotten where his hands are and how to get to them to where they need to be, specifically around Alex’s hand that is on his shoulder or maybe his neck - just anything to push him back.
Alex does that on his own time.
Strangely, the only thing George manages to get out is, “how was that supposed to help?”
And Alex laughs. Great. Nothing is going his way. Someone hates him. Then he shrugs and replies, “It helped Izzie.”
He doesn’t want to know these things. Not at all. “Since when would you think what helps Izzie would help me?”
Again with the shrugging. He doesn’t look like he regrets what he just did. He really should. “Figured it was worth a shot.”
George would yell at him, but he’s too busy stopping himself from going for a repeat of what Alex just did (what is wrong with him) because now he’s thinking about how wrong this is and how he has to take that test in a matter of minutes and when Alex was kissing him it was just the first one.
A distraction. Right. That’s the word.
He needs to get out of here.
George stands (and Alex follows suit, which is a problem, because he’s practically in his face again), hand on the doorknob and “I need to go”.
Alex only nods, nonchalantly, and it’s driving him really, truly crazy, so he kisses him again (he has to lean his head back - not funny). Right on the lips. With tongue.
He’s going straight to hell.
He isn’t so worried about that test when he finally leaves.
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Title: Some Would Call This Going To Great Lengths
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Addison/Erica
Word Count: 740
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Addison/Erica, something in common for Porn Battle VI
Spoilers: Up to 4.13 - Piece Of My Heart
Summary: She really can't help herself. Logic and better judgment dictate that what Callie does now is none of her business. What Callie wants now is none of her business.
She really can’t help herself. Logic and better judgment dictate that what Callie does now is none of her business. What Callie wants now is none of her business.
But her and Callie were - are - friends, and this is what friends do: they look out for each other.
“So you and Callie are friends right?” It’s Addison’s sneaking suspicion that they are indeed more than that driving the question. If Callie’s reaction earlier was any indication, she doesn’t know what’s going on, she’s beyond confused. But Erica - there’s a deliberateness to her actions, a confidence, that suggests she isn’t confused at all. Now it’s all about seeing if she gives straight answers.
Erica looks at her over her glass, suspicion of her in own in her eyes. “I think you know the answer to that.”
Apparently she’s fond of beating around the bush. That’s fine, she has an excuse, they don’t know each other very well. “Look, I used to be very close friends with Callie, and I still care about her a lot. And I think you and I both know why we’re having this conversation.”
There’s a pause, and for a second Addison is really worried that she might have called this one wrong. It’s very quiet and Erica kind of stares at her in this way that makes Addison want to duck her head. Then her lips press together in one thin line and she nods.
Well isn’t that a relief.
“You know I don’t really need a lecture here - “ Erica starts but Addison holds up one slender finger to silence her.
“I’m not lecturing. I’m just making sure you aren’t playing with her.”
“Not that it’s any of your business but I’m not.” She gives her that much, at least, before carefully raising an eyebrow and asking, “Do you have a stake in this that I should know about?”
“No,” Addison says, rather quickly, and it’s not that she hasn’t thought about it (Callie’s hot and she isn’t blind), it’s more that her and Callie are better friends. “Not really my thing.”
Erica makes some kind of noncommittal “hmm” noise and the next thing Addison knows she feels a hand on her leg, slowly and discreetly snaking underneath her skirt, just to mid-thigh before she stops. The entire time she doesn’t even look at Addison.
Two minutes later they’re in a bathroom stall, and Addison is trying to keep her eye on the flimsy half-working lock on the door, right until Erica’s mouth is on her neck, doing this thing with her tongue and her teeth that is both completely unexpected and completely distracting and so her eyes slip closed, and her hands settle themselves, one on Erica’s shoulder, the other on her hip.
To her credit, Erica is excellent at multi-tasking. Her mouth keeps moving against her skin, while her hands are pushing Addison’s skirt (which she is suddenly glad she’s wearing; easy access makes this all the better) up around her hips, her fingers moving to the waistband of Addison’s underwear and slipping inside.
And here Addison thought she was the forward one.
She bucks against Erica’s fingers when they curl inside her, shifting, finding a good angle and riding it hard. Addison moves her hand off Erica’s hip, brings it up to her face, guiding her lips from Addison’s neck to her lips, pushing her tongue inside with the same force that Erica’s fingers have behind them, the same intensity.
All in the name of friendship, right, she thinks, as she lets her head fall back against the wall as she clenches around Erica and comes with a moan that’s partially swallowed by Erica’s mouth. She’s instantly thankful for that as she hears someone exit the stall two doors down from there’s. She hadn’t even realized anyone else was in there.
They wait for the heavy door to close but either of them says or does anything. Then Erica’s washing her hands in the sink and Addison is touching up her makeup in the mirror and trying to do something with her hair that doesn’t scream ‘just did it in the bathroom with my friend’s future girlfriend’.
“Feel better,” Erica asks, as she reaches over her for the towels.
“As a matter of fact yes.” Her lipstick is smeared down her lower lip, onto her chin. So much for stay-put lipstick. “I’m sure she’s in good hands.”
After all, Addison certainly was.