They had been best friends for months, but she sensed something was changing between them. Soft gentle touches here and there. Shoulder caresses as they passed one another. She was nervous though, these new found feelings surprised her. Falling in love with your best friend wasn't something she had planned to do. Callie had kissed her once, when they were drunk. And Addison had kissed her back but sadly, she didn't remember.
She couldn't get the kiss out of her mind. Her lips had been soft, gentle and tasted like raspberry vanilla. Callie had initiated the kiss, Addison had been the one to reverse their positions, pushing her best friend back down into the deck chair. She had straddled her hips, running her hands through Callie's thick curly hair before her lips came crushing down on hers. It had been hot, steamy and full of drunken lust. But Addison didn't remember. And it was killing Callie, because she remembered all of it. The lust, those intense feelings of want and need.
Two days later and still nothing. Callie stood propped against the Nurses Station attempting to fill out a patients chart but it was no use. Her mind was wondering back to the kiss. To her soft lips, her soft everything. Addison brought Callie out of her thoughts by running her hand over her shoulder, smoothing a loose strand of hair out of the way before it came to a rest on the small of her back.
Callie looked up at Addison, her eyes clouding over with emotions. Shaking her head, she murmured, "What do you want Addison."
She took in her friends appareance, the way she was off in her own little world. Addison knew something was bothering her but she couldn't figure out what it was. Addison moved her hand upon feeling Callie's back tense lightly. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. And if you wanted to eat lunch with me?" she paused, picking up the chart she needed for that afternoon's surgery, "I have about 20 minutes before my next surgery."
Callie paused, silently debating with herself. Shaking her head softly, it was just too hard, "I need to finish these charts before I go in to fix that cheerleaders leg,' she paused taking a moment to look up, "Can I take a rain check?"
Addison sighed before nodding her head, "Yea that works. I'll see you later." She reached out again, soothing Callie's hair out of her face, her hand resting against Callie's cheek moments longer than necessary. Callie's eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the warm soft touch of Addison's hands before she stood up, shrugging her away.
"Are you sure you're alright? You've been acting really strange lately."
Callie closed the chart she was working on before grabbing the cheerleaders. She tensed slightly, "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine?"
Addison stepped closer, "Its like you know some secret, yet you won't tell anybody!"
She glanced at Addison's lips then into her eyes, "Yes I do have a secret. Are you happy?" She paused slightly, "and before you even ask, yes it involves you too. But..." she trailed off, not strong enough to say it out loud.
Addison moved closer, standing barely an inch away from Callie. She whispered, "But what?"
She took a deep breath, smiling softly at the smell of her perfume. murmuring softly, "I can't tell you."
"Callie, sweetie, its just me. You can tell me anything."
"And that's the problem."
"I don't understand."
Callie glanced around, noticing that the nurses were herding themselves into small gossipy groups. She grabbed Addison and pulled her into the closest on-call room.
She started softly, "That's the problem. Its you. My secret is you. Revolves around you. And you don't even remember, and it bugs the hell out of me!" moving closer to Addison, "So yes I have a secret. A good, lusty, intense secret." She paused to lick her lips, it was now or never.
She whispered, "don't hate me for this," before her lips crashed down on Addison's.
AN: Please let me know if I should continue or not.