Fic: Private Dancer 6/?
TITLE: Private Dancer 6/?
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 2600
SUMMARY: Izzie is caught doing something she shouldn’t be, Addison is caught somewhere she shouldn’t be, fun ensues.
NOTES: Just to set the scene, Addison is divorced and there was no Denny (sorry Denny fans!).
“Are you ok?” Izzie rushed out in a breathy whisper as she met the redhead in the ladies room.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Oh, then what’s with the cloak and dagger?” the blonde asked tentatively in anticipation.
“Firstly, I think you should wash your hands.” Addison smirked, imagining a slight stickiness to the intern’s appendages.
Izzie frowned before realisation dawned on her. “Oh, you saw that huh?” she smiled, learning the redhead had been watching her longer than she thought.
“Yeah. It was quite a show at the intern’s table today.” Addison laughed.
“Oh man, Meredith was so funny, she had no idea what she was doing.” Izzie giggled again. She put her hands under the faucet and washed them clean, shaking them as she turned the tap off. Addison handed her a couple of paper towels. “Thanks.”
“I have no comment.” The redhead said, holding her hands up before her.
“Ok, now spill, why did you really bring me in here.” Izzie challenged, she tossed the towels in the trash and proceeded to stand with her hands on the blue of her scrubs at her hips.
“I wondered if you wanted to do the movie and drinks we talked about.” She asked shyly.
“Hmmm, when?” Izzie asked, mentally filing through her schedule for the week.
“Tomorrow? After work?” suggested Addison hopefully.
“Sure. I have no plans.”
“Great.” Smiled the redhead.
“Great.” Repeated Izzie smiling once again.
“I’ll see you later then.” Addison said, placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder as she passed. Izzie turned and watched the neonatal surgeon retreat.
“Bye.” She offered, as the object of her affections disappeared through the door. She sat back against the sink and sighed. Being Addison’s friend was great, but having a crush on her as well was damned hard work.
++
“Two freaking days in the freaking pit, what the freaking hell did I do to deserve this?” Izzie muttered as she cleaned herself up after an unfortunate projectile arterial bleed.
“You know they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.” She heard a voice behind her and turned to see a familiar auburn haired beauty round the lockers. The attending stopped short realising she had walked in on the blonde sans scrub top. She turned quickly. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were changing.”
“Seriously? Addison, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Izzie laughed.
Addison remained facing the wall, “I know, but, well that was different.” She stammered, eyes tightly closed, the image of Izzie in her scrub pants and white bra burning a hole in her brain. She felt a gentle tug at her elbow, pulling her around, her eyes remained closed.
“Open your eyes.” She heard Izzie’s soft voice. Addison shook her head vehemently, her eyes shut tight. She felt a warm, silken touch on her cheek, Izzie was cupping her face, stroking the skin with her fingers. “Open your eyes.” She heard again, the blonde’s warm breath cascading over her face. She slowly fluttered open her eye lids, the blonde a mere hair breadth away. Her blue eyes dropped, taking in the image of the intern, her blue scrub pants tied at her hips, her toned, tanned stomach was simply begging to be touched. Addison’s eyes travelled further north, the bulge of Izzie’s bra took her breath, it caught in her throat before she let out a shaky sigh, her eyes ravaging the blonde’s ample cleavage. “I’m up here.” Izzie whispered. Addison trained her eyes to look straight into Izzie’s beautiful brown orbs, becoming lost in the desire she found there. The intern’s face was slowly inching towards her, her eyes fluttering closed, Addison mirrored the actions and met Izzie half way, her hands quickly finding the blonde’s hips, pulling her body closer as their lips clashed in a kiss to end all kisses. Addison was clearly lost in the moment. She felt her body jolt.
“Addison!” she heard. She opened her eyes. “Addison!” she heard again.
“Huh?” she responded, her eyes focusing on the intern. The blonde was stood in the middle of the locker room, a frown adorning her features. Addison sighed. She painfully realised she had just fantasised about the younger woman right in front of her. She blushed slightly, trying to remain composed, adorning her Dr Montgomery façade and straightening her shoulders.
“Are you ok?” Izzie asked, not having managed to dress herself yet. “You kinda zoned out.”
“Huh?” Addison said again, the blonde was making it difficult for the attending to form words, especially clad in very little. “I er, yeah, sorry, just thinking about a patient I had today.” Addison said, her finger forcing a stray auburn lock from her face and offering a small smile.
“Ok.” Izzie accepted albeit disbelieving, she decided to let it drop, she needed to get dressed ready for the outing she had planned with her friend.
“Where is everyone?” Addison asked.
“They managed to get out on time because they weren’t sent to the damn pit.”
“You really don’t like it do you?” Addison laughed, deciding to sit on the nearest bench whilst she waited. She tried as hard as she could to focus on Izzie’s eyes or just not look at her altogether. The attending shed her jacket, still a little hot from her earlier thoughts. Izzie noticed the gesture and frowned, she hadn’t thought it particularly warm in the room, but then she was stood in practically her underwear.
“No,” she responded to Addison’s question, “but I don’t have much choice, I’m sure it’s all good experience.” She mused, hearing Bailey’s voice in the back of her head.
“It is.” Addison stated. “Despite how you feel about it, you’ll learn a lot in the pit. You’ll come across some injuries and illnesses you may never see in surgery.”
“I’d much rather work with you.” She said quietly. Addison smiled smugly at the admission by the young blonde.
“And you will. Just be patient.”
“That’s very helpful.” Izzie said, her tone oozing sarcasm, she emphasised it by picking up her clean t-shirt and tossing it at Addison.
“Hey!” exclaimed Addison, “Watch the hair.” She huffed, patting down her locks. Izzie laughed and sauntered over to retrieve her top.
“Here,” she said reaching out and stroking Addison’s hair back into place, the proximity of the intern was almost too much to take, the redhead took in the scent of the blonde, her body heat radiating against her face, Izzie’s breasts were almost at Addison’s eye level. She gulped. She was sure once the intern had retreated, her face would bare third degree burns. Izzie stepped back, the attending looked up meekly at Izzie’s beaming face. “There.” Said the intern, picking up her t-shirt from Addison’s lap and hauling it over her head. Izzie headed back to her locker and continued to change, quickly shedding her scrub pants in favour for a comfortable pair of jeans. She pulled out the boots and hauled them on. She reapplied her lip gloss and checked herself out in the mirror before returning her attention to her companion.
“You look great.” Addison stated.
“Thanks.” Izzie blushed.
“Can we go now?” the attending whined.
Izzie laughed. “Of course.”
++
“I’m so pleased we decided to come here instead of the movie, I didn’t realise how hungry I was!” Izzie said excitedly as shovelled down the dessert of a three course meal. Addison adored the way the blonde became excited over trivial things.
“Me too, at least we can talk over dinner.” Addison said, she watched Izzie sigh as she spooned another mouthful of food.
“This is so good.” The blonde pointed at the dish with her spoon.
“Did your mother ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” Addison laughed.
“Not really.” Said the blonde, swallowing her dessert.
“I’m sorry.” Offered Addison, realising it maybe a sore subject.
“Don’t be, she didn’t do a lot of things and what she did do didn’t exactly set the world alight.” The blonde shrugged off.
“Does it bother you?”
“No, I got used to it, besides, if it was all different who knows what or where I would be today.” Izzie offered profoundly.
“So very true.” Addison agreed, “Then I’m pleased it all turned out how it did.” She said before discreetly taking a mouthful of her own dessert.
“Me too.” Izzie smiled across the table at her friend.
++
Sitting at the bar, the two women found themselves talking freely which had become a natural and favourite past time whenever they were together. Both were engrossed with one another, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Again it seemed like a game of cat and mouse, each willing the other to say something that confirmed any suspicions of how the other felt, but again, it never came. There was always an element of doubt and trepidation where should anything be said, a beautiful friendship could well be ruined. Having been through heartache before, neither were willing to take quite a risk. It was a sad situation, but as long as they had friendship, they would be fine. After one or two more alcoholic beverages, the conversation took a somewhat unexpected turn.
“Why do you go to the club?” Izzie asked brazenly, the alcohol providing her with a little courage.
“I told you.”
“Yeah but really, come on!” exclaimed Izzie.
“Ok, ok, so I’m attracted to women, big deal.” She paused and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you looking so smug?”
“Because you’ve said it, you’ve always skirted around it before.”
“I just don’t see it as a big deal and never thought it needing saying.”
“Some of those girls are hot.” Izzie admitted, taking a sip of her drink.
“Did you ever . . .?”
“Did I ever what?”
“Have you ever . . .?”
“Addie, you’re going to have to spell it out.”
“Slept with a woman?”
“Huh, straight to the point, I wasn’t quite expecting that.” The blonde laughed.
“Well, have you?” Addison asked impatiently.
“I did, I have, but not for a long time.”
“Have you been tempted since?”
“Yes.” Izzie stated looking at Addison’s questioning eyes. The shrill of a cell phone broke the moment, Izzie fished around her purse before pulling out the offending object. She looked at the caller display and rolled her eyes. “It’s Mer, she only calls in emergencies, I’d better take this. I’ll be right back.” She said apologetically, vacating her seat and manoeuvring away from the music to a quieter spot.
The bar tender approached Addison and placed a scotch on the rocks before her. Addison frowned, “I didn’t order this.”
“The gentleman over there ordered it for you.” The bar tender pointed to a tall, dark haired suited man.
“Oh.” Addison exclaimed. “Then tell him thank you, but no thank you.”
“He insists.”
Addison rolled her eyes. “Fine. Tell him thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He had taken Izzie’s seat beside her.
“Someone’s sitting there.” Addison stated.
“I saw her leave, it’s fair game.”
“She’s coming back.” Addison said incredulously. “And I didn’t ask you to join me.”
“You accepted my drink, I would say that was an invitation.”
“Well, I wouldn’t.” she said.
“Ouch.” He feigned hurt, placing a hand over the breast pocket of his black jacket. Addison rolled her eyes.
“My friend will be back any minute.”
“That’s ok, I’ll buy her a drink too. You are incredibly beautiful you know.” He offered, placing a hand on her shoulder. Addison dipped her head and blushed slightly, as sleazy as he appeared, she always welcomed compliments.
Izzie hung up the phone, frustrated Meredith had wanted to know where the television remote control was. She couldn’t believe her friend had bothered her perfect evening for something so mundane and trivial, besides, Izzie barely watched the television, why should she know. She placed her cell phone back in her purse and turned toward the bar. She was rooted to the spot, her heart hitting the pit of her stomach as she saw her Addison being courted by a stranger. She tried to compose herself, she would have walked out, but that would be childish, besides, her jacket was on the bar. Addison was doing little to spurn his advances she noticed, well, if her friend was into him, she wouldn’t deny her happiness, she had been through a lot and deserved to feel special, however she detested that it couldn’t be her making Addison happy. Izzie strolled forward, her mission was to pick up her jacket, say goodbye to Addison and get the hell out. She didn’t want to stick around to watch Addison flirt with this stranger.
“Hey Izzie.”
“I’m just getting my jacket, I should go.”
“Izzie, please.”
“Hi, I’m . . .” the man held out his hand. Izzie shot him a look daring him to continue. She ignored his hand and turned to Addison.
“You’re clearly having fun. I don’t want to intrude so I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” She said, holding her head up, willing herself not to portray any emotion.
“Izzie, wait.”
“I’m leaving Addison.” She said, turning before she would break in front of the redhead and hurried out of the bar. Addison jumped down from the bar stool, collecting her belongings before picking up the drink her intruder had bought her, she smiled and held the glass above his head, slowly tipping the contents all over him.
“You’re a sleazy, ignorant, arrogant jerk.” And she hurried off in pursuit of her friend.
As she made it through the doors and into the cold night air, she witnessed a taxi pulling away from the curb, a familiar blonde head visible through the back window. Addison sighed in defeat before hailing herself a taxi, resigned to spending the rest of the evening alone. She looked at the sky, willing the stinging tears in her eyes not to fall, why were women so difficult? She laughed at the irony and entered the awaiting cab. Giving her address, she pulled out her cell phone. As the ringing continued, she realised she was not going to be able to speak to the stubborn blonde any time soon. She cursed when the line refused to go to voicemail and hung up in defeat. She would try again later, unsure if it would be of any use.
The blonde sat in the back of cab, looking forlornly out of the window, the world outside the cab passing her by. Like her counter part, tears in her eyes threatened to spill. She had thought Addison might have harboured some feelings for her, but she was obviously wrong. Izzie hated herself for getting into this situation, she knew she became too attached to people, and more often than not would get burned, this time would be the last time she decided. She would try to be Addison’s friend if that was what she still wanted, but knew it would be difficult. She would distance herself to an extent, from the redhead in attempt to get over her. The solemn blonde pulled her cell phone from her purse, she needed to talk to George, however she cursed when she saw no life from the object. She sighed and mentally berated Meredith for chewing up her battery.
Either side of town, two women sat in the back of Seattle cabs, unsure of the future of their relationship, if there remained one to speak of. The sadness emanating from both was not something either of them had expected to end the night. Tomorrow was another day and an opportunity to evaluate in a more sober state.
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 2600
SUMMARY: Izzie is caught doing something she shouldn’t be, Addison is caught somewhere she shouldn’t be, fun ensues.
NOTES: Just to set the scene, Addison is divorced and there was no Denny (sorry Denny fans!).
“Are you ok?” Izzie rushed out in a breathy whisper as she met the redhead in the ladies room.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Oh, then what’s with the cloak and dagger?” the blonde asked tentatively in anticipation.
“Firstly, I think you should wash your hands.” Addison smirked, imagining a slight stickiness to the intern’s appendages.
Izzie frowned before realisation dawned on her. “Oh, you saw that huh?” she smiled, learning the redhead had been watching her longer than she thought.
“Yeah. It was quite a show at the intern’s table today.” Addison laughed.
“Oh man, Meredith was so funny, she had no idea what she was doing.” Izzie giggled again. She put her hands under the faucet and washed them clean, shaking them as she turned the tap off. Addison handed her a couple of paper towels. “Thanks.”
“I have no comment.” The redhead said, holding her hands up before her.
“Ok, now spill, why did you really bring me in here.” Izzie challenged, she tossed the towels in the trash and proceeded to stand with her hands on the blue of her scrubs at her hips.
“I wondered if you wanted to do the movie and drinks we talked about.” She asked shyly.
“Hmmm, when?” Izzie asked, mentally filing through her schedule for the week.
“Tomorrow? After work?” suggested Addison hopefully.
“Sure. I have no plans.”
“Great.” Smiled the redhead.
“Great.” Repeated Izzie smiling once again.
“I’ll see you later then.” Addison said, placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder as she passed. Izzie turned and watched the neonatal surgeon retreat.
“Bye.” She offered, as the object of her affections disappeared through the door. She sat back against the sink and sighed. Being Addison’s friend was great, but having a crush on her as well was damned hard work.
++
“Two freaking days in the freaking pit, what the freaking hell did I do to deserve this?” Izzie muttered as she cleaned herself up after an unfortunate projectile arterial bleed.
“You know they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.” She heard a voice behind her and turned to see a familiar auburn haired beauty round the lockers. The attending stopped short realising she had walked in on the blonde sans scrub top. She turned quickly. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were changing.”
“Seriously? Addison, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Izzie laughed.
Addison remained facing the wall, “I know, but, well that was different.” She stammered, eyes tightly closed, the image of Izzie in her scrub pants and white bra burning a hole in her brain. She felt a gentle tug at her elbow, pulling her around, her eyes remained closed.
“Open your eyes.” She heard Izzie’s soft voice. Addison shook her head vehemently, her eyes shut tight. She felt a warm, silken touch on her cheek, Izzie was cupping her face, stroking the skin with her fingers. “Open your eyes.” She heard again, the blonde’s warm breath cascading over her face. She slowly fluttered open her eye lids, the blonde a mere hair breadth away. Her blue eyes dropped, taking in the image of the intern, her blue scrub pants tied at her hips, her toned, tanned stomach was simply begging to be touched. Addison’s eyes travelled further north, the bulge of Izzie’s bra took her breath, it caught in her throat before she let out a shaky sigh, her eyes ravaging the blonde’s ample cleavage. “I’m up here.” Izzie whispered. Addison trained her eyes to look straight into Izzie’s beautiful brown orbs, becoming lost in the desire she found there. The intern’s face was slowly inching towards her, her eyes fluttering closed, Addison mirrored the actions and met Izzie half way, her hands quickly finding the blonde’s hips, pulling her body closer as their lips clashed in a kiss to end all kisses. Addison was clearly lost in the moment. She felt her body jolt.
“Addison!” she heard. She opened her eyes. “Addison!” she heard again.
“Huh?” she responded, her eyes focusing on the intern. The blonde was stood in the middle of the locker room, a frown adorning her features. Addison sighed. She painfully realised she had just fantasised about the younger woman right in front of her. She blushed slightly, trying to remain composed, adorning her Dr Montgomery façade and straightening her shoulders.
“Are you ok?” Izzie asked, not having managed to dress herself yet. “You kinda zoned out.”
“Huh?” Addison said again, the blonde was making it difficult for the attending to form words, especially clad in very little. “I er, yeah, sorry, just thinking about a patient I had today.” Addison said, her finger forcing a stray auburn lock from her face and offering a small smile.
“Ok.” Izzie accepted albeit disbelieving, she decided to let it drop, she needed to get dressed ready for the outing she had planned with her friend.
“Where is everyone?” Addison asked.
“They managed to get out on time because they weren’t sent to the damn pit.”
“You really don’t like it do you?” Addison laughed, deciding to sit on the nearest bench whilst she waited. She tried as hard as she could to focus on Izzie’s eyes or just not look at her altogether. The attending shed her jacket, still a little hot from her earlier thoughts. Izzie noticed the gesture and frowned, she hadn’t thought it particularly warm in the room, but then she was stood in practically her underwear.
“No,” she responded to Addison’s question, “but I don’t have much choice, I’m sure it’s all good experience.” She mused, hearing Bailey’s voice in the back of her head.
“It is.” Addison stated. “Despite how you feel about it, you’ll learn a lot in the pit. You’ll come across some injuries and illnesses you may never see in surgery.”
“I’d much rather work with you.” She said quietly. Addison smiled smugly at the admission by the young blonde.
“And you will. Just be patient.”
“That’s very helpful.” Izzie said, her tone oozing sarcasm, she emphasised it by picking up her clean t-shirt and tossing it at Addison.
“Hey!” exclaimed Addison, “Watch the hair.” She huffed, patting down her locks. Izzie laughed and sauntered over to retrieve her top.
“Here,” she said reaching out and stroking Addison’s hair back into place, the proximity of the intern was almost too much to take, the redhead took in the scent of the blonde, her body heat radiating against her face, Izzie’s breasts were almost at Addison’s eye level. She gulped. She was sure once the intern had retreated, her face would bare third degree burns. Izzie stepped back, the attending looked up meekly at Izzie’s beaming face. “There.” Said the intern, picking up her t-shirt from Addison’s lap and hauling it over her head. Izzie headed back to her locker and continued to change, quickly shedding her scrub pants in favour for a comfortable pair of jeans. She pulled out the boots and hauled them on. She reapplied her lip gloss and checked herself out in the mirror before returning her attention to her companion.
“You look great.” Addison stated.
“Thanks.” Izzie blushed.
“Can we go now?” the attending whined.
Izzie laughed. “Of course.”
++
“I’m so pleased we decided to come here instead of the movie, I didn’t realise how hungry I was!” Izzie said excitedly as shovelled down the dessert of a three course meal. Addison adored the way the blonde became excited over trivial things.
“Me too, at least we can talk over dinner.” Addison said, she watched Izzie sigh as she spooned another mouthful of food.
“This is so good.” The blonde pointed at the dish with her spoon.
“Did your mother ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” Addison laughed.
“Not really.” Said the blonde, swallowing her dessert.
“I’m sorry.” Offered Addison, realising it maybe a sore subject.
“Don’t be, she didn’t do a lot of things and what she did do didn’t exactly set the world alight.” The blonde shrugged off.
“Does it bother you?”
“No, I got used to it, besides, if it was all different who knows what or where I would be today.” Izzie offered profoundly.
“So very true.” Addison agreed, “Then I’m pleased it all turned out how it did.” She said before discreetly taking a mouthful of her own dessert.
“Me too.” Izzie smiled across the table at her friend.
++
Sitting at the bar, the two women found themselves talking freely which had become a natural and favourite past time whenever they were together. Both were engrossed with one another, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Again it seemed like a game of cat and mouse, each willing the other to say something that confirmed any suspicions of how the other felt, but again, it never came. There was always an element of doubt and trepidation where should anything be said, a beautiful friendship could well be ruined. Having been through heartache before, neither were willing to take quite a risk. It was a sad situation, but as long as they had friendship, they would be fine. After one or two more alcoholic beverages, the conversation took a somewhat unexpected turn.
“Why do you go to the club?” Izzie asked brazenly, the alcohol providing her with a little courage.
“I told you.”
“Yeah but really, come on!” exclaimed Izzie.
“Ok, ok, so I’m attracted to women, big deal.” She paused and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you looking so smug?”
“Because you’ve said it, you’ve always skirted around it before.”
“I just don’t see it as a big deal and never thought it needing saying.”
“Some of those girls are hot.” Izzie admitted, taking a sip of her drink.
“Did you ever . . .?”
“Did I ever what?”
“Have you ever . . .?”
“Addie, you’re going to have to spell it out.”
“Slept with a woman?”
“Huh, straight to the point, I wasn’t quite expecting that.” The blonde laughed.
“Well, have you?” Addison asked impatiently.
“I did, I have, but not for a long time.”
“Have you been tempted since?”
“Yes.” Izzie stated looking at Addison’s questioning eyes. The shrill of a cell phone broke the moment, Izzie fished around her purse before pulling out the offending object. She looked at the caller display and rolled her eyes. “It’s Mer, she only calls in emergencies, I’d better take this. I’ll be right back.” She said apologetically, vacating her seat and manoeuvring away from the music to a quieter spot.
The bar tender approached Addison and placed a scotch on the rocks before her. Addison frowned, “I didn’t order this.”
“The gentleman over there ordered it for you.” The bar tender pointed to a tall, dark haired suited man.
“Oh.” Addison exclaimed. “Then tell him thank you, but no thank you.”
“He insists.”
Addison rolled her eyes. “Fine. Tell him thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He had taken Izzie’s seat beside her.
“Someone’s sitting there.” Addison stated.
“I saw her leave, it’s fair game.”
“She’s coming back.” Addison said incredulously. “And I didn’t ask you to join me.”
“You accepted my drink, I would say that was an invitation.”
“Well, I wouldn’t.” she said.
“Ouch.” He feigned hurt, placing a hand over the breast pocket of his black jacket. Addison rolled her eyes.
“My friend will be back any minute.”
“That’s ok, I’ll buy her a drink too. You are incredibly beautiful you know.” He offered, placing a hand on her shoulder. Addison dipped her head and blushed slightly, as sleazy as he appeared, she always welcomed compliments.
Izzie hung up the phone, frustrated Meredith had wanted to know where the television remote control was. She couldn’t believe her friend had bothered her perfect evening for something so mundane and trivial, besides, Izzie barely watched the television, why should she know. She placed her cell phone back in her purse and turned toward the bar. She was rooted to the spot, her heart hitting the pit of her stomach as she saw her Addison being courted by a stranger. She tried to compose herself, she would have walked out, but that would be childish, besides, her jacket was on the bar. Addison was doing little to spurn his advances she noticed, well, if her friend was into him, she wouldn’t deny her happiness, she had been through a lot and deserved to feel special, however she detested that it couldn’t be her making Addison happy. Izzie strolled forward, her mission was to pick up her jacket, say goodbye to Addison and get the hell out. She didn’t want to stick around to watch Addison flirt with this stranger.
“Hey Izzie.”
“I’m just getting my jacket, I should go.”
“Izzie, please.”
“Hi, I’m . . .” the man held out his hand. Izzie shot him a look daring him to continue. She ignored his hand and turned to Addison.
“You’re clearly having fun. I don’t want to intrude so I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” She said, holding her head up, willing herself not to portray any emotion.
“Izzie, wait.”
“I’m leaving Addison.” She said, turning before she would break in front of the redhead and hurried out of the bar. Addison jumped down from the bar stool, collecting her belongings before picking up the drink her intruder had bought her, she smiled and held the glass above his head, slowly tipping the contents all over him.
“You’re a sleazy, ignorant, arrogant jerk.” And she hurried off in pursuit of her friend.
As she made it through the doors and into the cold night air, she witnessed a taxi pulling away from the curb, a familiar blonde head visible through the back window. Addison sighed in defeat before hailing herself a taxi, resigned to spending the rest of the evening alone. She looked at the sky, willing the stinging tears in her eyes not to fall, why were women so difficult? She laughed at the irony and entered the awaiting cab. Giving her address, she pulled out her cell phone. As the ringing continued, she realised she was not going to be able to speak to the stubborn blonde any time soon. She cursed when the line refused to go to voicemail and hung up in defeat. She would try again later, unsure if it would be of any use.
The blonde sat in the back of cab, looking forlornly out of the window, the world outside the cab passing her by. Like her counter part, tears in her eyes threatened to spill. She had thought Addison might have harboured some feelings for her, but she was obviously wrong. Izzie hated herself for getting into this situation, she knew she became too attached to people, and more often than not would get burned, this time would be the last time she decided. She would try to be Addison’s friend if that was what she still wanted, but knew it would be difficult. She would distance herself to an extent, from the redhead in attempt to get over her. The solemn blonde pulled her cell phone from her purse, she needed to talk to George, however she cursed when she saw no life from the object. She sighed and mentally berated Meredith for chewing up her battery.
Either side of town, two women sat in the back of Seattle cabs, unsure of the future of their relationship, if there remained one to speak of. The sadness emanating from both was not something either of them had expected to end the night. Tomorrow was another day and an opportunity to evaluate in a more sober state.