A Touch Of Tequila
Title: A Touch of Tequila
by: Speed_Racer
Summary She'd touch the stars if she could. Continuation of my Tequila verse.
Disclaimer: Shonda and ABC own's 'em
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She’d once owned a smooth black rock she’d gotten along a beach in a town called Sunshine Coast, in British Columbia.
She had loved to run her fingers over it. Again and again. Taking in the feel of it, the softness, the smoothness, the way it made her fingers tingle.
She remembered walking along the sun soaked beach with nanny number four and finding the rock and hurriedly secreting it away in her pocket. This particular nanny had a habit of taking all the oddly wonderful things she found and throwing them out. She’d been determined not to have her throw out that rock.
Sometimes she’d even taste the rock. Better to understand it, to feel the textures. Touching it had been a habit. Rubbing it, licking it, sleeping with it.
Marveling at it.
She didn’t have that rock anymore.
She’d taken her Jose Cuervo and stuck it in her bag, down deep. She didn’t need anyone suspecting she was a closet alcoholic.
She wasn’t even sure why she was thinking about that old rock. It must be the hangover.
She made up an excuse to her newfound friends and went to her car. Standing beside it she took a deep breath and grabbed her cell phone.
“Dr. Montgomery,” Addison answered on the first ring.
She wondered if Addison had been waiting for this call. It was late, going on two in the morning. It hadn’t occurred to her not to call.
“It was Addison this morning,” she said in lieu of a greeting. Throwing Addison’s own words back at her.
Addison’s laughter was smooth and warm, and it felt as if she were actually being touched by it. No one should be allowed to have a laugh that delicious.
“Well Meredith, hello. How was your day? First days can be hell.”
“Are we making small talk?” she asked curiously as she leaned against her car and stared up at the night sky.
She peered hard trying to find a glimpse of a star. She sometimes wondered how it would feel to touch a star. To feel it in her hands. Learn the shape of it.
“Is that what this is? At two in the morning?” Addison asked her tone mildly amused.
“Technically it’s 1:55 which makes it close enough to midnight to still be considered a decent hour,” she told her primly. Smiling slightly she waited for Addison’s response.
”Technically it’s 1:56 and I should be in bed. It’s close enough to two that having drinks would be ridiculous. And this late at night is not a decent hour. Only hooligans and vagabonds are about at this hour.”
“And horny surgeons. Let’s not forget about them, Addison.”
“I have a view of Puget Sound,” Addison said suddenly.
“Really?”
“And ever since I bought this place I’ve wondered how the view would look with the aid of tequila.”
“You just want my body,” she accused her lightly, liking the even and teasing tone of the conversation. She could feel her headache easing and receding like the tide from the shore.
“Well, I won’t deny it. But mostly I think I’d like to get to know you better. And if it’s by the aid of Jose then so be it.”
“I work with you. You’re my boss.”
“One of them. I like you. I thought you were cute today. Yesterday. ”
She hadn’t been called cute too many times in her life.
She frowned slightly.
“Cute?” she asked indignantly.
“The way you scurried around the hospital to avoid me was cute. The way you could barely look at me was cute.”
“So I do amuse you. I’m not sure I want to be the butt of some joke.”
“I want to see the way your eyes widen when I touch you a certain way. I want to hear you moan my name when I make you come. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to slide my tongue between the valley of your breasts and lower, down your stomach until-“
“Okay!” She exclaimed and took a slow deep breath.
“I find your actions cute. But I find you incredibly sexy.”
“I’m coming. You didn’t have to convince me.”
“I know. I’m sure we can find a use for the tequila even if we don’t drink it…”
She pushed off her car and unlocked it.
“I used to have this rock…” She began getting into her car.
She’d always been fascinated with the aspect of touching.
Just a touch and you could know for certain you’d love that person forever.
Sliding your fingers along the palm of your lover’s hand could make you weak in the knees.
She didn’t have that rock anymore.
She had something even better.
Something that reciprocated the touching.
Some how she’d found herself with an attending. Like a secret in her pocket. One she liked to caress, taste, and hold.
And it didn’t hurt that her new rock liked tequila just about as much as she did.
by: Speed_Racer
Summary She'd touch the stars if she could. Continuation of my Tequila verse.
Disclaimer: Shonda and ABC own's 'em
~^~
She’d once owned a smooth black rock she’d gotten along a beach in a town called Sunshine Coast, in British Columbia.
She had loved to run her fingers over it. Again and again. Taking in the feel of it, the softness, the smoothness, the way it made her fingers tingle.
She remembered walking along the sun soaked beach with nanny number four and finding the rock and hurriedly secreting it away in her pocket. This particular nanny had a habit of taking all the oddly wonderful things she found and throwing them out. She’d been determined not to have her throw out that rock.
Sometimes she’d even taste the rock. Better to understand it, to feel the textures. Touching it had been a habit. Rubbing it, licking it, sleeping with it.
Marveling at it.
She didn’t have that rock anymore.
She’d taken her Jose Cuervo and stuck it in her bag, down deep. She didn’t need anyone suspecting she was a closet alcoholic.
She wasn’t even sure why she was thinking about that old rock. It must be the hangover.
She made up an excuse to her newfound friends and went to her car. Standing beside it she took a deep breath and grabbed her cell phone.
“Dr. Montgomery,” Addison answered on the first ring.
She wondered if Addison had been waiting for this call. It was late, going on two in the morning. It hadn’t occurred to her not to call.
“It was Addison this morning,” she said in lieu of a greeting. Throwing Addison’s own words back at her.
Addison’s laughter was smooth and warm, and it felt as if she were actually being touched by it. No one should be allowed to have a laugh that delicious.
“Well Meredith, hello. How was your day? First days can be hell.”
“Are we making small talk?” she asked curiously as she leaned against her car and stared up at the night sky.
She peered hard trying to find a glimpse of a star. She sometimes wondered how it would feel to touch a star. To feel it in her hands. Learn the shape of it.
“Is that what this is? At two in the morning?” Addison asked her tone mildly amused.
“Technically it’s 1:55 which makes it close enough to midnight to still be considered a decent hour,” she told her primly. Smiling slightly she waited for Addison’s response.
”Technically it’s 1:56 and I should be in bed. It’s close enough to two that having drinks would be ridiculous. And this late at night is not a decent hour. Only hooligans and vagabonds are about at this hour.”
“And horny surgeons. Let’s not forget about them, Addison.”
“I have a view of Puget Sound,” Addison said suddenly.
“Really?”
“And ever since I bought this place I’ve wondered how the view would look with the aid of tequila.”
“You just want my body,” she accused her lightly, liking the even and teasing tone of the conversation. She could feel her headache easing and receding like the tide from the shore.
“Well, I won’t deny it. But mostly I think I’d like to get to know you better. And if it’s by the aid of Jose then so be it.”
“I work with you. You’re my boss.”
“One of them. I like you. I thought you were cute today. Yesterday. ”
She hadn’t been called cute too many times in her life.
She frowned slightly.
“Cute?” she asked indignantly.
“The way you scurried around the hospital to avoid me was cute. The way you could barely look at me was cute.”
“So I do amuse you. I’m not sure I want to be the butt of some joke.”
“I want to see the way your eyes widen when I touch you a certain way. I want to hear you moan my name when I make you come. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to slide my tongue between the valley of your breasts and lower, down your stomach until-“
“Okay!” She exclaimed and took a slow deep breath.
“I find your actions cute. But I find you incredibly sexy.”
“I’m coming. You didn’t have to convince me.”
“I know. I’m sure we can find a use for the tequila even if we don’t drink it…”
She pushed off her car and unlocked it.
“I used to have this rock…” She began getting into her car.
She’d always been fascinated with the aspect of touching.
Just a touch and you could know for certain you’d love that person forever.
Sliding your fingers along the palm of your lover’s hand could make you weak in the knees.
She didn’t have that rock anymore.
She had something even better.
Something that reciprocated the touching.
Some how she’d found herself with an attending. Like a secret in her pocket. One she liked to caress, taste, and hold.
And it didn’t hurt that her new rock liked tequila just about as much as she did.