Fic: Private Dancer 14/?
TITLE: Private Dancer 14/?
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 2300
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!).
“Izzie, baby wake up we’re home.” Addison cooed gently into the intern’s ear, whilst stroking the blonde mane before her.
The blonde stirred, rousing from her light slumber, enjoying the feel of Addison’s fingers in her hair and the silky smooth voice floating effortlessly from the redhead’s mouth, continuing deep down and penetrating the younger woman’s brain.
“Home?” She questioned, stifling a yawn.
“Well, as good as home.” Addison responded amused.
“The hotel?”
“You’re a bright young thing.”
“Hey.” Izzie argued, stretching her arms over her head, “I’m sleepy.”
“And most adorable.” The redhead concluded reaching over and pushing a strand of blonde hair from Izzie’s face. The blonde smiled coyly, slightly embarrassed by the compliment.
“Thank you.” Was all she could manage, looking at her hands which now rested in her lap. Addison dipped her head, trying to look Izzie in the eye. When she failed, the neonatal surgeon gently placed a finger beneath Izzie’s chin and gently lifted it. Blue eyes slowly appeared before brown ones, searching the depths of Addison’s soul. It was enough to undo the redhead, she thrust herself forward, her lips meeting the soft pearlescent lips of her partner. There was nothing urgent about the contact, it was relaxed as if demonstrating the fact they had all the time in the world, enjoying the feel of one another, the taste of each other’s tongues as they began to massage the other. It was fair to say both doctors were pouring their emotions into the kiss, their souls mingling in the moment.
Breathless, Addison pulled away, placing one last chaste kiss on Izzie’s lips before slowly opening her eyes. “I will never tire of that.” She said giddily.
“Me either.” Izzie wistfully swooned.
“Are you coming in?” Addison asked tentatively.
“Well you didn’t drive me home, so yeah, I guess.”
“Try to sound a little more enthusiastic Iz.”
“Ohmygod, that was supposed to be sarcasm.”
“Sarcasm?” Addison raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Izzie said before shaking her head smiling, “I didn’t -“
“Pull it off.” The redhead finished for her.
“No.” the blonde smiled, realising the significance of the redhead’s timing of her words.
“Shall we?” Addison began.
“Yeah.” Izzie said yawning once again.
“Careful there Stevens anyone would think you had a boring date.” The redhead joked.
“Far from it.” She said exiting the vehicle.
The hotel room never changed Izzie mused as she made her way over to the sofa. She plopped herself down with a gentle thud and sighed with pleasure as she hauled off her heels. Addison placed her purse on the desk and followed suit.
“Addison?” Izzie asked tentatively.
“Yeah?” Addison responded suspiciously.
“I want you to know that I’ve had the best time tonight and I do whenever I spend time with you. You mustn’t ever think that I don’t.”
“Ok.”
“I mean it. You are so amazingly intelligent and funny and witty and not to mention beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Addison smiled.
“It’s true.”
“No, I mean, most people would say beautiful first and stop pretty much after that.” She said shyly.
Izzie responded quickly, she jumped up from the sofa and was centimetres from Addison’s features in seconds. “I’m not most people.”
“I know.” Addison breathed, her breath washing over Izzie’s face like a warm summer breeze. Izzie’s lips quickly latched onto Addison’s they were each other’s sole devotee, it was difficult to refrain from praising one another, especially now after both had endured heart ache in the past, it was almost like a confidence building exercise, teaching one another to love again. Sighs and moans escaped the doctors as they encouraged each other to continue with their oral battle. Hands began to roam over bodies, fabric and material becoming a frustrating barrier between the two. Izzie was concentrating on the feel of Addison, the way in which she would react to the blonde’s ministrations, as her arousal grew she was quickly sobering at the thought of them losing control. She wanted this, she wanted Addison more than life needed breath. She had also made a pact with herself, one to preserve the sacred relationship she was embarking on with Addison. Izzie detangled herself from the redhead, her lips the final part of her anatomy to leave the attending. Addison, shocked at the loss of contact opened her eyes, her hair tussled, lipstick slightly smeared and a large glint in her heavy lust filled blue orbs. Izzie took one of Addison’s hands in her own.
“Come here.” She said, guiding Addison over to the bed. She sat down, Addison remained standing before her, looking down on her girlfriend, a wicked smile adorning her features, she placed her hands into the blonde’s hair, massaging her scalp and enjoying the feel of the silken locks threading through her fingers. Izzie put her arms around the redhead’s waist and pulled her closer, dropping her head forward and resting it on the attending’s stomach. She moaned with delight, before lifting her head again. She looked up at the older woman. She was perfect, Izzie thought, why am I about to do this? Her heart began battling with her head which was also fighting a front with her desire to devour the woman before her. Addison sensed an internal struggle within the blonde and willed her hands to halt. She took Izzie’s arms from around her waist and sat beside the blonde, picking up a perfectly manicured hand and holding it in her own lap. She reached with the other hand and stroked Izzie’s hair back, one last time before kissing her gently on the forehead.
“Whatever it is, just tell me.”
Izzie looked to the ceiling, willing courage from anywhere she could get it.
“Okay, it’s not bad, at least I don’t think it is, but it could be, and I guess it’ll be difficult, but in the long run, it will be for the best.”
“Isobel.” As much as Addison found Izzie’s ramblings adorable, there was a time and place, and this was not it. The blonde smiled sheepishly before continuing.
“Everything I have said to you is the truth, you’re everything to me and Addison, I am falling for you big time, but-“
“No buts.” Addison blurted out with fear. Izzie rubbed her hand in reassurance.
“Let me finish,” she chastised playfully, “but I don’t want to have sex with you on our first date.” She let out with rapid intensity.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” Addison repeated in question form.
“On our first date.” Izzie repeated for emphasis. “I don’t want this to be just a physical relationship, you mean more to me than that. This has the potential to be the greatest thing in my life, you are just so wow and I really don’t want to ruin it. I want our first time to be special, I want to be prepared.”
“Prepared? You are such a surgeon.” Addison sighed. Izzie was afraid of the older woman’s reaction, so far it hadn’t exactly put her at ease. She could see the thoughts running through Addison’s mind by the way her eyes would change slightly. Eventually they stilled, Addison focused her attention on the blonde once again and smiled. “You never cease to amaze me Izzie Stevens. You are the closest thing to perfect ever. I agree, as much as I want to throw you down on that mattress right now, the restraint will make us stronger and our first time will be truly special.” It was the response the blonde had hoped for. She jumped up like an excited child before dashing toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Addison laughed.
“To put on my pj’s, I’m celebrating.” She yelled, the last of the sentence muffled as the bathroom door shut behind her. Addison smiled to herself. She had hit the jackpot with this one, she thought. How Izzie Stevens had been single up until now was beyond belief. She felt incredibly lucky that Izzie reciprocated her feelings, having gone from colleagues to dating in a matter of weeks was incredible. It was funny how fate played it’s cards and after a number of bum hands, this one was surely a winner.
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“And Dr Stevens you will be working with Dr Montgomery today.” Izzie couldn’t help but sway a little, she was excited to be working with Addison again. “Nice to see someone has enthusiasm.” Bailey said as she made a note on the chart before her. Meredith scowled.
Izzie was following Addison like a good intern, only good interns wouldn’t watch the way their attending’s hips moved with every step, or would not admire the way that skirt hugged her bosses curves or ogled the luscious legs that led to killer fuck me shoes. Good interns would not be having the fantasies that Izzie would be having right now, they would not be mentally undressing one of the greatest neonatal surgeons in the land and would most certainly not be imagining how Dr Addison Montgomery’s skin felt against their own.
“See something you like Stevens?” Addison smirked without turning.
Izzie rolled her eyes. “Oh please, that is so cliché.” The redhead before her stopped and turned abruptly, the blonde crashing into her as she came to a halt. Addison became flustered as the intern’s force carried her into her body face on.
“Hello Dr Montgomery.” Izzie smiled as she looked at the attending.
“Stevens, will you look where you are going?” Addison snapped, mindful of any prying eyes.
“Hey, you’re the one who stopped suddenly with no prior warning.” The blonde accused, frowning slightly. Addison shook her head and ran a quick hand through her hair, pulling herself away from the blonde who had remained practically flush against her. Izzie was rooted, hands on hips, head cocked to the side, exasperated her superior had had the gall to accuse her of the collision. The redhead rolled her eyes at the younger woman’s reaction, she turned to continue her journey, motioning with her head for her counterpart to follow. The intern huffed as she followed in pursuit of her.
At the nurses station, Izzie was waiting patiently as Addison was reading through a chart, her black framed glasses perched on her nose. The intern leaned against the counter watching the redhead’s every movement, the way she would rest her pen on her lips as she read between making notes, how her eyebrow would quirk slightly at odd moments, seemingly when she read something that perked her interest. Izzie raked her brown eyes down Addison’s body, she was wearing her lab coat over a black belted dress, tan tights, or stockings, she would have to find out which later. And lastly, those heels. Occasionally Addison would lift one foot and rub it against the back of the toned calf of the other leg.
“You know if you keep staring so hard your eyes just might pop out.”
“Huh?” Izzie replied shaking her head.
“I can feel your eyes on me Iz.” Addison said, looking up briefly from her notes.
“You know that’s virtually impossible.”
“What?”
“My eyes popping out of my head.”
The attending laughed. “Is that so?”
“Do you not know medicine Dr Montgomery?”
“I do, Dr Stevens and if you want to learn, you shall listen.”
“Ok, but just so you know, if my eyes did pop out, it would so be worth it if you were the last thing I saw.”
Addison smiled knowingly, “That is a very sweet thing to say. Hey, are you doing anything afterwork, would you like to go for a drink?”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” Izzie smiled.
“Now, are you ready to earn your wages?”
“Absolutely. What’s the story?”
“We have a 33 year old female, pregnant with triplets, she’s feeling twinges but she’s not due for another month. We’re going to check her over and see what’s going on.”
“Ok. Lead the way.”
Addison turned and started towards the patient’s room when she felt a hand on her arm, halting her from moving. Agitated she looked at the hand, recognising the fingers before her eyes travelled up the arm, over baby blue scrubs and into what looked like fearful brown eyes. Her expression quickly changed from challenging to comforting, “What is it?”
“That guy, who just walked into the room?”
“Yes, that’s Mr Clarke, the patient’s husband.”
“He’s . . .” Izzie stammered.
“He is what Iz?”
“He, he used to come into the club.” She said quietly into Addison’s ear.
“He what?” Addison said.
“He used to come into the club.” Izzie repeated.
“Yes I heard, I just- oh Isobel.” She sighed.
“I’m sorry.” The blonde said, dropping her head in shame.
“No, no, it’s ok, we’ll somehow work around this.”
“If he sees me here, he could lose me my job.”
“And equally you could lose him his wife.” Addison pondered.
“I . . .” Izzie began.
“It’s ok, go to my office, there’s a stack of charts that need looking over before I sign them off.” The attending smiled.
“Thank you sooo much.” The blonde offered.
“You owe me Stevens.” Addison threw over her shoulder with a wink as she headed towards the room.
“You shall reap your rewards Dr Montgomery.” Izzie called after her, before disappearing down the hall and into her girlfriend’s office. She added quietly with a wicked grin, “I’ll have your eyes popping out of your head.”
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 2300
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!).
“Izzie, baby wake up we’re home.” Addison cooed gently into the intern’s ear, whilst stroking the blonde mane before her.
The blonde stirred, rousing from her light slumber, enjoying the feel of Addison’s fingers in her hair and the silky smooth voice floating effortlessly from the redhead’s mouth, continuing deep down and penetrating the younger woman’s brain.
“Home?” She questioned, stifling a yawn.
“Well, as good as home.” Addison responded amused.
“The hotel?”
“You’re a bright young thing.”
“Hey.” Izzie argued, stretching her arms over her head, “I’m sleepy.”
“And most adorable.” The redhead concluded reaching over and pushing a strand of blonde hair from Izzie’s face. The blonde smiled coyly, slightly embarrassed by the compliment.
“Thank you.” Was all she could manage, looking at her hands which now rested in her lap. Addison dipped her head, trying to look Izzie in the eye. When she failed, the neonatal surgeon gently placed a finger beneath Izzie’s chin and gently lifted it. Blue eyes slowly appeared before brown ones, searching the depths of Addison’s soul. It was enough to undo the redhead, she thrust herself forward, her lips meeting the soft pearlescent lips of her partner. There was nothing urgent about the contact, it was relaxed as if demonstrating the fact they had all the time in the world, enjoying the feel of one another, the taste of each other’s tongues as they began to massage the other. It was fair to say both doctors were pouring their emotions into the kiss, their souls mingling in the moment.
Breathless, Addison pulled away, placing one last chaste kiss on Izzie’s lips before slowly opening her eyes. “I will never tire of that.” She said giddily.
“Me either.” Izzie wistfully swooned.
“Are you coming in?” Addison asked tentatively.
“Well you didn’t drive me home, so yeah, I guess.”
“Try to sound a little more enthusiastic Iz.”
“Ohmygod, that was supposed to be sarcasm.”
“Sarcasm?” Addison raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Izzie said before shaking her head smiling, “I didn’t -“
“Pull it off.” The redhead finished for her.
“No.” the blonde smiled, realising the significance of the redhead’s timing of her words.
“Shall we?” Addison began.
“Yeah.” Izzie said yawning once again.
“Careful there Stevens anyone would think you had a boring date.” The redhead joked.
“Far from it.” She said exiting the vehicle.
The hotel room never changed Izzie mused as she made her way over to the sofa. She plopped herself down with a gentle thud and sighed with pleasure as she hauled off her heels. Addison placed her purse on the desk and followed suit.
“Addison?” Izzie asked tentatively.
“Yeah?” Addison responded suspiciously.
“I want you to know that I’ve had the best time tonight and I do whenever I spend time with you. You mustn’t ever think that I don’t.”
“Ok.”
“I mean it. You are so amazingly intelligent and funny and witty and not to mention beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Addison smiled.
“It’s true.”
“No, I mean, most people would say beautiful first and stop pretty much after that.” She said shyly.
Izzie responded quickly, she jumped up from the sofa and was centimetres from Addison’s features in seconds. “I’m not most people.”
“I know.” Addison breathed, her breath washing over Izzie’s face like a warm summer breeze. Izzie’s lips quickly latched onto Addison’s they were each other’s sole devotee, it was difficult to refrain from praising one another, especially now after both had endured heart ache in the past, it was almost like a confidence building exercise, teaching one another to love again. Sighs and moans escaped the doctors as they encouraged each other to continue with their oral battle. Hands began to roam over bodies, fabric and material becoming a frustrating barrier between the two. Izzie was concentrating on the feel of Addison, the way in which she would react to the blonde’s ministrations, as her arousal grew she was quickly sobering at the thought of them losing control. She wanted this, she wanted Addison more than life needed breath. She had also made a pact with herself, one to preserve the sacred relationship she was embarking on with Addison. Izzie detangled herself from the redhead, her lips the final part of her anatomy to leave the attending. Addison, shocked at the loss of contact opened her eyes, her hair tussled, lipstick slightly smeared and a large glint in her heavy lust filled blue orbs. Izzie took one of Addison’s hands in her own.
“Come here.” She said, guiding Addison over to the bed. She sat down, Addison remained standing before her, looking down on her girlfriend, a wicked smile adorning her features, she placed her hands into the blonde’s hair, massaging her scalp and enjoying the feel of the silken locks threading through her fingers. Izzie put her arms around the redhead’s waist and pulled her closer, dropping her head forward and resting it on the attending’s stomach. She moaned with delight, before lifting her head again. She looked up at the older woman. She was perfect, Izzie thought, why am I about to do this? Her heart began battling with her head which was also fighting a front with her desire to devour the woman before her. Addison sensed an internal struggle within the blonde and willed her hands to halt. She took Izzie’s arms from around her waist and sat beside the blonde, picking up a perfectly manicured hand and holding it in her own lap. She reached with the other hand and stroked Izzie’s hair back, one last time before kissing her gently on the forehead.
“Whatever it is, just tell me.”
Izzie looked to the ceiling, willing courage from anywhere she could get it.
“Okay, it’s not bad, at least I don’t think it is, but it could be, and I guess it’ll be difficult, but in the long run, it will be for the best.”
“Isobel.” As much as Addison found Izzie’s ramblings adorable, there was a time and place, and this was not it. The blonde smiled sheepishly before continuing.
“Everything I have said to you is the truth, you’re everything to me and Addison, I am falling for you big time, but-“
“No buts.” Addison blurted out with fear. Izzie rubbed her hand in reassurance.
“Let me finish,” she chastised playfully, “but I don’t want to have sex with you on our first date.” She let out with rapid intensity.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” Addison repeated in question form.
“On our first date.” Izzie repeated for emphasis. “I don’t want this to be just a physical relationship, you mean more to me than that. This has the potential to be the greatest thing in my life, you are just so wow and I really don’t want to ruin it. I want our first time to be special, I want to be prepared.”
“Prepared? You are such a surgeon.” Addison sighed. Izzie was afraid of the older woman’s reaction, so far it hadn’t exactly put her at ease. She could see the thoughts running through Addison’s mind by the way her eyes would change slightly. Eventually they stilled, Addison focused her attention on the blonde once again and smiled. “You never cease to amaze me Izzie Stevens. You are the closest thing to perfect ever. I agree, as much as I want to throw you down on that mattress right now, the restraint will make us stronger and our first time will be truly special.” It was the response the blonde had hoped for. She jumped up like an excited child before dashing toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Addison laughed.
“To put on my pj’s, I’m celebrating.” She yelled, the last of the sentence muffled as the bathroom door shut behind her. Addison smiled to herself. She had hit the jackpot with this one, she thought. How Izzie Stevens had been single up until now was beyond belief. She felt incredibly lucky that Izzie reciprocated her feelings, having gone from colleagues to dating in a matter of weeks was incredible. It was funny how fate played it’s cards and after a number of bum hands, this one was surely a winner.
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“And Dr Stevens you will be working with Dr Montgomery today.” Izzie couldn’t help but sway a little, she was excited to be working with Addison again. “Nice to see someone has enthusiasm.” Bailey said as she made a note on the chart before her. Meredith scowled.
Izzie was following Addison like a good intern, only good interns wouldn’t watch the way their attending’s hips moved with every step, or would not admire the way that skirt hugged her bosses curves or ogled the luscious legs that led to killer fuck me shoes. Good interns would not be having the fantasies that Izzie would be having right now, they would not be mentally undressing one of the greatest neonatal surgeons in the land and would most certainly not be imagining how Dr Addison Montgomery’s skin felt against their own.
“See something you like Stevens?” Addison smirked without turning.
Izzie rolled her eyes. “Oh please, that is so cliché.” The redhead before her stopped and turned abruptly, the blonde crashing into her as she came to a halt. Addison became flustered as the intern’s force carried her into her body face on.
“Hello Dr Montgomery.” Izzie smiled as she looked at the attending.
“Stevens, will you look where you are going?” Addison snapped, mindful of any prying eyes.
“Hey, you’re the one who stopped suddenly with no prior warning.” The blonde accused, frowning slightly. Addison shook her head and ran a quick hand through her hair, pulling herself away from the blonde who had remained practically flush against her. Izzie was rooted, hands on hips, head cocked to the side, exasperated her superior had had the gall to accuse her of the collision. The redhead rolled her eyes at the younger woman’s reaction, she turned to continue her journey, motioning with her head for her counterpart to follow. The intern huffed as she followed in pursuit of her.
At the nurses station, Izzie was waiting patiently as Addison was reading through a chart, her black framed glasses perched on her nose. The intern leaned against the counter watching the redhead’s every movement, the way she would rest her pen on her lips as she read between making notes, how her eyebrow would quirk slightly at odd moments, seemingly when she read something that perked her interest. Izzie raked her brown eyes down Addison’s body, she was wearing her lab coat over a black belted dress, tan tights, or stockings, she would have to find out which later. And lastly, those heels. Occasionally Addison would lift one foot and rub it against the back of the toned calf of the other leg.
“You know if you keep staring so hard your eyes just might pop out.”
“Huh?” Izzie replied shaking her head.
“I can feel your eyes on me Iz.” Addison said, looking up briefly from her notes.
“You know that’s virtually impossible.”
“What?”
“My eyes popping out of my head.”
The attending laughed. “Is that so?”
“Do you not know medicine Dr Montgomery?”
“I do, Dr Stevens and if you want to learn, you shall listen.”
“Ok, but just so you know, if my eyes did pop out, it would so be worth it if you were the last thing I saw.”
Addison smiled knowingly, “That is a very sweet thing to say. Hey, are you doing anything afterwork, would you like to go for a drink?”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” Izzie smiled.
“Now, are you ready to earn your wages?”
“Absolutely. What’s the story?”
“We have a 33 year old female, pregnant with triplets, she’s feeling twinges but she’s not due for another month. We’re going to check her over and see what’s going on.”
“Ok. Lead the way.”
Addison turned and started towards the patient’s room when she felt a hand on her arm, halting her from moving. Agitated she looked at the hand, recognising the fingers before her eyes travelled up the arm, over baby blue scrubs and into what looked like fearful brown eyes. Her expression quickly changed from challenging to comforting, “What is it?”
“That guy, who just walked into the room?”
“Yes, that’s Mr Clarke, the patient’s husband.”
“He’s . . .” Izzie stammered.
“He is what Iz?”
“He, he used to come into the club.” She said quietly into Addison’s ear.
“He what?” Addison said.
“He used to come into the club.” Izzie repeated.
“Yes I heard, I just- oh Isobel.” She sighed.
“I’m sorry.” The blonde said, dropping her head in shame.
“No, no, it’s ok, we’ll somehow work around this.”
“If he sees me here, he could lose me my job.”
“And equally you could lose him his wife.” Addison pondered.
“I . . .” Izzie began.
“It’s ok, go to my office, there’s a stack of charts that need looking over before I sign them off.” The attending smiled.
“Thank you sooo much.” The blonde offered.
“You owe me Stevens.” Addison threw over her shoulder with a wink as she headed towards the room.
“You shall reap your rewards Dr Montgomery.” Izzie called after her, before disappearing down the hall and into her girlfriend’s office. She added quietly with a wicked grin, “I’ll have your eyes popping out of your head.”