Izzie hates Star Wars. Really, really can't stand it. But it's one of those things she's embarrassed to dislike, because it's one of those things that if you have a degree in science you usually automatically love. And it's not like she hates it, per se, it's more like she never really understood it; there were always too many characters/species to make sense of, and Izzie never really had the patience for that. Addison fucking loves Star Wars. Growing up, she had all the action figures and saw the movies countless times and had fantasies usually involving Hans Solo and her in that twisty gold bra.

So when Addison heard Izzie loudly complaining to Meredith about a patient's son who simply won't stop talking about Star Wars, she felt the need to defend her beloved saga.

"...it's not like the kid isn't adorable, it's just, how, how is it a seven year-old understands a trilogy I've tried for years to understand? Meredith? Can you listen!Years!"

"I'm not a geek. Try talking to Cristina or something. I don't know anythi..." Meredith paused to check her beeper. "Yeah, um, I've got to go. Good luck with the Sith Lord or whatever."

Addison slid up next to Izzie, who was still staring at Meredith's retreating form. "Did I just hear you call Star Wars a trilogy? Because you know, it is definitely a saga, you know, with six movies, not three. If you're free tonight, I have the DVDs, stop by my hotel room and I'll explain the basic plot to you. Star Wars is basically my baby. Don't look at me that way."

"Thanks," Izzie muttered as Addison smiled and walked away. She was pretty sure the older woman had just offered (another) hand of friendship. Izzie was genuinely curious about the Star Wars fascination, and Addison was leaving for LA soon anyways, they might as well part on good terms. "Whatever."

Neither Izzie nor Addison were really sure when they went from snorting about Hans Solo's clothing choices to imitating Darth Vadar to kissing, but both assumed that the alcohol snatched from the mini-bar had something to do with it. Alcohol always has something to do with it. But Izzie's positive it's the adorably geeky way that Addison quotes Yoda (at least she thinks it's Yoda) in a giggly drunken way that makes her knock Addison backwards onto the bed and fumble with her shirt buttons.

So now the movie's still going, but Izzie's pretty sure she's learned absolutely nothing about Star Wars tonight, and she's pretty sure she's not going to at this pace. Because right now Izzie's got her head between Addison's thighs and Addison is making these adorable whimpers that are so much more interesting than Ewoks will ever be (and way less creepy). And when Izzie slips in two fingers and causes Addison to buck her hips, that's when both forget about Revenge of the Jedi completely.

Well, not completely, because there is a battle scene going on, which is rather loud and exciting, so Izzie has to fight twice as hard for Addison's full attention. Which really isn't fair, because here she is, going down on her boss, and her boss keeps glancing at the television.

Clearly, Izzie's teeth on Addison's clit are justified in this case.

Her trick works, and Addison wraps her legs around Izzie's back as she arches up, groaning. Izzie smiled and continued to work her fingers in and out, running her mouth along the redhead's inner thigh, and making sure to bump her thumb against Addison's clit at irregular intervals.

Tomorrow morning they'll probably laugh about the fact that Addison climaxed just as the Death Star exploded. Probably.