TITLE: Camping in Luxury part 1
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: NC17
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, otherwise everyday would be Izzie/Addie day :D
WORD COUNT: 2000
SUMMARY: Sequel to The Clichés of Camping, and back to the real world . . .
NOTES: Special mention to vdpro and you know why ;-)
Izzie was sat in the gallery observing the surgery below her. Bailey had assigned her to observe Meredith today, and in turn, Grey was assigned to Mark Sloan. The patient was a burns victim of a house fire, Mark was completing skin graft surgery on the victim's face. It had been almost a week since the camping trip and not much of a word had been spoken about it since. Addison had worked different shifts and had alternative days off to the intern who was now sat deep in thought whilst watching the surgery before her. There was the odd person in the gallery with her so was not at all phased when another body sat down beside her.
"It must be a good surgery." The person spoke.
Izzie turned around and met her neighbour's gaze, "Why do you say that?"
"Because you seem engrossed."
"I'm just thinking." The blonde sighed.
"About anything in particular?"
"Yeah." Was her monosyllabic response.
"You're a hard girl to track down." Addison changed the subject.
"I've been a lapdog, without a microchip or a leash, I could be anywhere." She sighed again.
"Has Sloan got you running his errands again?"
"Yep, while Meredith gets to scrub in on the cool surgeries." The intern huffed.
"I know it's hard on you Izzie, and you'll come out of this stronger." The attending offered.
Izzie turned to look at Addison, appreciating her luscious auburn locks that were covering her shoulders, her white doctors coat layered over a low buttoned navy shirt and a straight black pencil skirt with stockings and black stiletto shoes. Addison smiled as Izzie moved her eyes over the attending's body. Addison leaned in and whispered in the blonde's ear, "You think I'm hot." she teased, remembering the blonde's admission on the camping trip.
Izzie blushed, trying to keep her composure in the gallery, "You know that's true." She admitted. And she did think Addison was hot, McHot, McTooHot even, Addison was the epitome of all that was beautiful, the blonde thought.
"Do you have to see this surgery through?" Addison asked.
"No, it's nearly done anyway, I'm getting a stiff neck sitting here, can I buy you a coffee?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." Addison said. She rose to leave and started towards the door. Realising the blonde wasn't behind her she turned and frowned. Izzie nodded toward the OR.
"I'll follow you out in just a sec." both doctors looked into the OR as Meredith was observing them.
"No problem." Addison said as she exited the gallery. A few moments later, Izzie appeared, a grin adorning her features.
"What are you so happy about?" Asked Addison with a smirk.
Izzie leaned forward and said in a low tone, "I have the most amazing sex of my life in a tent with the hottest woman on the planet and then I don't see or hear from her in a week. And then she comes looking for me." She beamed.
"I can see your point." Addison replied, "And for the record, it was the most amazing sex of my life too." She winked and walked off with a swagger in the direction of the cafeteria, Izzie bounded after her like a puppy.
"So."
"So."
"How have you been?"
"A little deflated if I'm honest." Izzie said with her hands hugging the warm cup of hot liquid.
"Why?" Addison asked, concern in her voice.
"I missed you this week, I didn't know if I was going to see you or if you even wanted to see me. And then there's the whole pretend doctor thing. It's just been a tough week." The blonde replied, putting the cup to her lips.
Addison tried with all the strength she could muster to not take a hold of Izzie's hand, or stroke Izzie's cheek or even scoop her up in her arms. Instead she sat there, adorning another frown of concern for the young intern.
"I'm sorry I've been out of touch, the schedules have been crazy this week and I didn't have your number . . ."
"And you couldn't ask anyone for it . . ."
"Right."
"I had the same problem." The blonde confirmed.
"I really did want to call you though." Addison added. "The weekend was so . . . so unexpected, but oh so welcomed and I felt like my head was going to explode, I couldn't understand what had happened and I don't for a second regret that it did, I just . . ."
"Was thrown by the whole thing?"
"Yeah. It threw me for a loop, it happened so fast."
"Me too." Izzie said. "So what happens next?"
"I'd like to see you again." Addison smiled shyly.
"I'd like that." Izzie agreed smiling.
"STEVENS."
"Oh crap." Izzie said shrinking into her seat.
"Stevens," Bailey said somewhat quieter as she approached the cafeteria table, "I thought you were with Grey today? I don't see her here, do you?"
"Miranda, it's my fault, really, I needed a good pair of hands quickly and Izzie was the only one not doing anything constructive." Izzie nearly spat out the sip of coffee she had in her mouth upon hearing Addison's loaded comment.
"Excuse me?" Bailey barked disbelievingly.
Addison winced, "What I meant was, Izzie wasn't occupied, and I couldn't find you, so I borrowed her quickly."
"Stevens?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Don't do that again without my say so first. Understand?"
"Understood." Izzie agreed.
"Ok, so what are you doing now?" Bailey asked.
"I'm having a break and waiting for Meredith to finish the surgery with Sloan." Izzie said.
Bailey eyed her suspiciously, "Hmmm, ok. Back to work as soon as you can. This is a Hospital, not a camping trip." The resident stated and turned and walked away.
"Don't I know it." Izzie muttered in a strop. Addison laughed at the young doctor. "What are you laughing at?" the blonde asked.
"You, you're cute when you're angry, besides, I know what you were thinking the moment she mentioned camping trip."
"Oh really? Enlighten me Dr Montgomery." Izzie challenged.
"We can't discuss that here Dr Stevens." Montgomery's professional façade stood firmly in place. "But we could later, say over dinner perhaps?"
Izzie's smile was enough to light a small country, "Yes!" She said a little too enthusiastically she realised and cleared her throat, "I mean, yes, that would be lovely." The attending giggled again, Izzie was so much fun, and this was only the beginning.
Izzie stood patiently as she knocked the solid white door before her. Flattening her windswept blonde locks turned straggles and straightening her white buttoned shirt. She was just inspecting a slight mark on the hem of her shirt when the door swung open before her. She looked up, her frown remaining and her shirt clasped between her fingers half way up her body, revealing her stomach. Addison held the door with one hand and leaned against the frame with the other, amused by the sight before her. "Need a hand with anything?" she offered. Izzie dropped the shirt from her hand and appraised Addison's attire of a black halter neck top and tight fitting, dark blue jeans.
"You look great." The blonde said through a smile, eliciting a slight blush from the redhead.
"Thanks, it's just something I threw on, you know . . . You look fantastic yourself." Addison said, looking at the curves of Izzie's jeans. The blonde grinned, baring her perfectly white teeth, her soft brown eyes twinkling with excitement. "Oh, sorry," Addison said as she took a step back, "Come on in." Izzie walked into the plush hotel room, consumed by its elegance.
"Wow, so this is camping in luxury." The blonde stated rather than asked.
Addison laughed, "I guess so."
The doctors were sitting on a sofa in a secluded corner of a Seattle wine bar. The lights were dim and the music was sultry, Addison was sat at one end of the oversized velvet sofa. Izzie had one leg tucked under her and was facing the redhead, one arm along the back of the sofa, her hand idly playing with the auburn hair, her other hand occupying a glass of red wine, which she would occasionally bring to her lips and take a sip of the dark red, fruity liquid. Addison laid her head back, one cheek against the velvet, allowing her to look at Izzie as they spoke. Their discussions ranged from a multitude of subjects from childhood to med-school, families and previous relationships. They spoke like they were old friends, at ease and comfortable in one another's company. Izzie leaned forward and kissed Addison. The redhead smiled through half lidded eyes, "What was that for?"
"Do I need a reason?" the blonde asked.
"Not at all."
"Good." She said and leaned over to kiss the attending again. As she pulled away, Addison was adorning a familiar smile, one that she shared with Izzie and no one else.
"Would you like to take this somewhere more private?" the redhead asked.
Izzie smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."
"To my luxury tent then." Addison said, cocking an eyebrow. She placed the empty wine glass on the table beside and stood, holding her hand out to the blonde. Izzie took the proffered hand and hauled herself up from the plush couch. Addison pulled the blonde into her body. "I need a good pair of hands quickly." She teased.
"I don't know if I can manage good, but maybe amazing." The blonde whispered, sending shivers down the redhead's spine.
"You better deliver on your promises Stevens."
"Always. Now take me to your lair." Addison, still holding onto Izzie's hand, rolled her eyes and pulled her in the direction of the door, half walking backwards, half sideways, unable to tear her eyes away from the beautiful young doctor. Izzie followed her, her brown eyes appraising the fine form before her.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Izzie found herself the object of Addison's very physical desires. The blonde was backed up against the wall, the rail protruding into her back making her insanely uncomfortable but the pain barely registered as Addison's assault grew more hungry. She attacked Izzie's lips and neck with a renewed vigour, it had been a week since she last tasted the blonde and was desperate to do so once again, particularly as every waking moment and every dream since had consisted of very graphic visual images of the young blonde and her abilities. The ting of the elevator announcing it's arrival at another floor extinguished Addison's advances, Izzie couldn't ever recall seeing anybody go from animalistic to calm and collected so quickly, a quick hand through the hair, wipe of the mouth with the back of a hand and a tug at her top and Addison was Dr Addison Forbes Montgomery. Izzie stood both astonished and in awe at how deftly her lover transformed. She raised an eyebrow, 'that is very useful to know.' She thought to herself, playing out several steamy scenarios of herself and Addison in compromising positions at work. Addison caught the wistful look on the blonde's features as an elder couple boarded the elevator. The ride to Addison's floor seemed to take forever, once there, the couple never moved so fast, offering polite smiles to the other couple as they left the elevator. Addison fumbled with her key card, Izzie grabbed it from her trembling hands and coolly placed in the slot and opened the door, she stepped inside only to feel her hand being tugged at. The blonde spun round to meet Addison's lustrous stare and pushed the older woman back, the door clicking closed upon contact. "Bed, now." Was Addison's husky response before Izzie's lips devoured her.