The atmosphere was buzzing, although the bar was dimly lit, strobes of light would hit the dance floor, its reflections bouncing over the room. The music was pumping into the crowded bar, patrons were laughing, talking, dancing and swaying, Izzie pulled Addison through the crowd and grounded to a halt at the bar. She ordered herself and her friend a round of drinks. They moved together toward a vacant booth, Addison began to scoot across just as a blonde landed in her lap.
"Hi Iz." She laughed.
"Hey." Izzie smiled back at the redhead. She struggled to remove herself from Addison's lap, although if truth be told, she didn't want to. With one last heave she managed to free the attending of her weight and sighed as she plonked herself beside Addison. "I'm sorry about that." She smiled sheepishly.
"Well it brings a whole new meaning to the word lap dance." The redhead laughed.
"You can have that one for free." Izzie said, joining in the laughter. Addison gazed at the blonde, oh how she had longed for a private show from the dashing blonde. The alcohol was starting to loosen her up, she knew all the things she wanted to say to Izzie and do to Izzie, but the intern had said or done little to show that she felt in any way the same as Addison, and that was a shame, the redhead thought. She would continue to have fun and see how the night played out.
A few rounds of drinks, much gossip, chat, giggles and casual touches later Izzie decided it was time to venture out onto the crowded dance floor. She stood from the booth, straightening her black skirt which complimented Addison's black strappy Armani dress beautifully, the deep pink of her strappy top added a splash of colour to the ensemble. Addison watched as the blonde commanded attention from the surrounding patrons, Izzie oblivious to the attention she adorned. The redhead followed her out of the booth gracefully, having mastered manoeuvring against the velvet of the seat, the friction barely causing embarrassment to the attending. She smiled when she lightly bumped into Izzie's side, the blonde smiled lazily and took a hold of Addison's hand, she started to move, air culminating between them, their arms extending until the redhead decided to follow her friend. The blonde carefully guided her companion to the wooden dance floor, the colours of the lights hitting the wood where ever possible, otherwise colouring the dancers in a rainbow. The beat was steady, the melody was smooth and rich with a hint of latino and a spattering of jazz, it was hot and sexy. The crowd was swelling, causing bodies to move closer, Izzie found herself flush against Addison, she dropped her head, the alcohol taking over her senses, her eyelids felt heavy, her nose was millimetres from the skin of the redhead's neck. She smelt the delicious fruity perfume and it took all of her willpower not to taste it. She felt a pair of warm hands on her hips and looked up into the brilliant blue of Addison's eyes. The blonde opened her mouth to speak, only to be met by the extended index finger of Dr Montgomery. She closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying the feel of Addison's skin against her lips. In a moment, the contact was lost. The blonde opened her eyes and was met with an amused smile adorning the attending's perfect face.
Izzie took a moment to study the attending, she really was flawless, the intern found it difficult to conclude there was any hint of imperfection of the beauty before her. They were swaying to the music, mixed thoughts and emotions conveyed and invaded the women's minds. Given half the chance, they would opt to stay like this, in this sweet and oh so pleasurable moment, holding on to one another, gently moving to the beats and the melody of the music, appraising each other with every opportunity. It really was a dream situation. At which point Izzie gasped and looked around.
"Are you ok?" Addison asked.
"What?" Izzie shouted over the music. Addison took her cue and moved her lips against the blonde's ear, the contact made Izzie shiver, she paused, temporarily losing her trail of thought.
"Are you ok?" she said louder into the blonde's ear.
"Yeah, yes," Izzie replied, her own lips a mere whisker away from Addison's ear, "I'm fine, more than fine. Are you having fun?"
"Oh yeah." Addison replied. "It beats watching reruns in a hotel room on my own." She laughed.
"It beats listening to my friends whinging and whining all night." Izzie said.
"I bet. Thank you." Addison said.
"For what?"
"For asking me to your last dance, you were amazing, truly the best I have seen." Addison gushed.
"You're bias." Izzie said smiling, gently tapping Addison on the arm. She moved her hands up and around the redhead's neck.
"I'm serious Izzie, you were great. And thanks for this, I'm sooooo pleased you suggested this."
"I'm pleased you accepted my invitation. Invitations." Izzie altered, she had initially invited Addison to her last show, which to her was a big deal, she had always been wary of dancing in front of someone she knew, however, since it was Addison who had stumbled across her act she had secretly been pleased. If she had thought of anyone catching her out, it would never had been the redhead, it was a shock, that was certain, it was also a glimmer hope.
They continued to dance with one another, close in proximity as the logistics left little option to the pair. They would occasionally touch one another, accidentally on purpose, not acknowledging that it could actually be a carefully planned execution. A few songs later, they found themselves crashing into the booth once again, armed with more drinks and flirtier conversation.
"So." Addison started.
"So." Izzie mimicked.
"You said you weren't seeing anyone."
"Correct." Izzie agreed, unsure of where this conversation would head.
"Why?" Addison stated, picking up her tumbler to take a long thirsty sip.
"Why?" Izzie repeated, contemplating her answer, "I don't know I mean, why are you single?"
"Divorce."
"Yeah but surely you've had offers."
"Yeah, but I've not been inclined to take any up, partly because I apparently now have trust issues, or I'm far too suspicious or I'm too picky."
"I'm guessing you've been told those things." Izzie said taking a sip of the clear liquid in her glass.
"Yeah. But I don't care. I'm biding my time."
"I don't blame you." Izzie said.
"You didn't answer my question." Addison stated.
"Your question?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Why didn't I answer your question?"
"No, why aren't you dating?"
"No time I guess. You know what it's like being an intern, and with the dancing, well, I've not had time."
"But you would?"
"Yeah."
"What's your type?"
"Smart, funny, the usual, you?"
"Same."
"We're in good company." Izzie said, looking intently at Addison.
"We are." She agreed. There was a moment of silence, Izzie looked down at the glass in her hand, she started rolling the base over the wood of the table. Addison decided it was time to take another swig of the contents of her own glass.
"You were right." Izzie said suddenly, raising her eyes.
"I was?" Addison asked confused. "About what?"
"About you being a good dancer. You move beautifully." Izzie said quietly yet sincerely.
"Thank you." Addison said, "I love to dance."
"I can't believe you hardly went dancing when you were married."
Addison shrugged her shoulders, "Derek didn't like dancing, but after a while we weren't spending much time together anyway."
"If I were married to you, I'd take you dancing whenever you wanted." Izzie slurred slightly, but smiling nonetheless.
"Thank you Isobel Stevens, and if I were married to you, I would let you." Addison giggled.
"If you were married to me," Izzie started, "I would be your private dancer." She laughed. Addison remained silent, slightly distracted. "What is it? Are you ok Addie?" Izzie said, not noticing that she had used Addison's shortened name reserved for close friends.
"I'm figuring out how to propose to you." She said seriously, the attending turned to Izzie who wore a pensive, slightly worried look, "I'm kidding." Addison blurted whilst bursting into hysterical laughter, Izzie joined in, but both doctors knew that maybe one day they would contemplate such a thought.
"I was about to say, we've been friends for like five minutes." Izzie smiled.
"Yeah, but what a precious five minutes." Addison said, "Don't you feel like we've been friends for years?"
"Yeah, I guess, I mean we've known each other for three or four years now, I can't believe it's taken till now to go out socially."
"I suppose we didn't know how much we actually had in common." Addison suggested.
"Yeah, plus, you're my attending, it could be weird."
"Apparently not for Derek, or Burke in fact. Or even Mark who hits on anything with a pulse." The attending replied.
"Did you love Mark?" Izzie asked turning serious, missing the fact Addison had referred to romantic involvements between interns and attendings.
"No." Addison replied impulsively, "He was fun for a while and he paid me a lot of attention but that was it."
"Ok. He's hit on me you know." Izzie said.
"Who wouldn't?" Addison replied, her hand flew to her mouth, a case of having spoken before thinking, "I mean, you're a beautiful, smart and funny woman, I would expect you get hit on a lot." Izzie smiled knowingly, "What?" Addison asked suspiciously.
"You described me as you described your type." Izzie said. Addison blushed.
"I'm not going to lie to you Izzie." The attending laughed.
"I guess I could say I would describe you as my type." Izzie said quietly.
"You could." Addison said, "but isn't that top of everyone's list? Funny and smart?" the redhead had diverted the conversation skilfully.
"Yeah, I guess." Izzie sighed with frustration. She decided to let her disappointment slide, after all she was here with her newest friend. It was getting late, she watched as Addison yawned into her drink, slight visions of fatigue visible around the redhead's eyes. It was adorable Izzie thought, but decided she needed to take care of her friend.
"I think we should get you home." The blonde smiled lovingly.
"I'm not sure I want to go home. I'm having so much fun."
"Addie, no offence but you look tired and I have a feeling if you have any more to drink you'll regret it in the morning." She glanced at her watch. "Or even later on." It had turned midnight almost an hour ago. The night had been memorable for sure she contemplated, it signified the end of a part of her life in terms of the dancing, she glanced at the redhead who was drinking the last of her drink. And this was the beginning of something new the blonde concluded, whatever this was or was going to be, she would settle with the redhead's company and anything else would be a bonus, should Addison feel the same.
The taxi pulled up outside the hotel. Addison made no attempt to move, she was reluctant to leave Izzie's side. The blonde looked at her, a pensive look on her face.
"Addie? Do you want me to walk you in?"
"Why don't you stay? It'll save you a trip across the city and a fortune in cab fare."
"I don't know . . ." the intern began.
"Please." Addison stated, rather than begged, "I'll feel better knowing you're tucked up in bed safely. I have spare pyjamas!" The redhead added. Izzie thought for a moment before rolling her eyes as a sign of resignation.
"Sold." She said, "What's a girlie night out without a sleep over?"
"Exactly!" Addison agreed excitedly. The older woman insisted on paying the cab fair. Both women exited the taxi in the cool night or more accurately, morning air. Again they linked arms in an attempt to warm and protect themselves against the elements. They entered the hotel arm in arm and strode confidently across the foyer to the elevators, the hem of Addison's dress floating through the air until coming to a halt. The doctors waited patiently in silence and entered the elevator once it arrived and the doors whooshed open. Izzie's mind wondered back a few hours, reminiscing the last time she was here. She was nervous then, but looking forward to the night ahead, she was eager to see a relaxed carefree Addison in action and she hadn't been disappointed. The more they talked and laughed and enjoyed one another's company, the more admiration she gleaned for the redhead, she was harbouring some strong feelings for the attending but had an amazing amount of restraint, perhaps, she thought, it was from growing up wanting what she could never have. The ding of the doors brought the blonde back to the present, she smiled at Addison who was watching her, the auburn haired beauty smiled back and they disembarked together. The final leg of the journey to Addison's room was short, the redhead entered first, flicking the lights on upon entry, she sighed as she threw her purse onto the bed and in turn pulled off her strappy black Christian Louboutin heels. She turned to look at her guest who was standing nervously near the door.
"Iz, come in, sit down, relax." Addison smiled, motioning the blonde over. Izzie tentatively moved forward, approaching the redhead. "Here," Addison said, taking hold of Izzie's hand and turning her to sit on the plush Queen sized bed, "sit. Drink?"
"I'd love an iced tea if you have one."
"Seriously Stevens?" Addison frowned.
"Yeah, no more alcohol for me tonight." She smiled with her reply.
"Ok." The attending accepted and sashayed over to the mini bar. Izzie watched as Addison's hips had her hypnotised, before she knew it the redhead was before her, she knelt on the floor before Izzie and placed the cold bottle beside her, Izzie looked tired and lost, almost childlike, her eyes solemn. Addison reached up and pushed a stray blonde lock behind the intern's ear, Izzie barely flinched at the intimate gesture.
"I'll get you something to change into and you can get into that big comfy bed." Addison said standing. Moments later she returned with a tank top and shorts, Izzie took them gratefully with a full beaming smile and headed toward the bathroom to prepare herself for bed. Addison swiftly removed her dress and underwear before dressing herself in a silk pair of shorts and matching vest top. She wondered why Izzie had appeared so forlorn, they had had a fun night and gotten along so well, she felt their bond cementing through the duration of the night, perhaps she was tired, and maybe she was right, she had enough to drink and was now ready for bed. That was fine with Addison, she was pleased to have relieved herself of those literally killer shoes, her feet felt like she had been walking on broken glass, she giggled mindlessly at the thought, the visuals running through her mind. She hadn't heard Izzie exit the bathroom and looked up to see the blonde smiling adoringly at her, having witnessed the redhead seemingly engrossed in her own thoughts. Addison regained her composure and cleared her throat, "You ready for bed?"
"I am, thank you for this, it was a lovely gesture and I didn't fancy the cab ride across town."
"You're welcome. I hope you don't mind sharing, it is a big bed."
"No it's fine, really." She reassured, she was both excited and nervous at the prospect of sharing a bed with Dr Montgomery. No one in a million years would believe it if she told them. That thought plastered a smug grin on her face as she pulled back the covers and clambered onto the bed. A moment later, after turning out the main lights Addison joined her on the other side, she switched on the bed side lamp and relaxed against the plump pillows and sighed contentedly as she draped the cool sheets over her body.
"This is what it's all about." She sighed. Izzie giggled.
"Yeah, there's nothing like getting into bed at the end of a long, exhausting day."
Addison gasped, "A girl after my own heart." She said in a mock tone. Izzie kept her thoughts to herself, 'if only you knew'.
"I miss this." Izzie said.
"We've never done this." Addison stated slightly confused.
Izzie smiled, "I miss the company, the pillow talk." She said shyly.
"Yeah, it depends who it's with I guess." Addison laughed, "But this is nice. I've had a great time tonight." She offered sincerely.
"Me too, it's the best night I've had in ages."
"We should do it again."
"Absolutely."
"Maybe something a little more sedate next time, I think I'm getting too old for too much drinking and dancing." The redhead laughed. Izzie turned to face Addison and frowned.
"You're far from old!" she exclaimed, "But we can do sedate, maybe a movie and quiet drinks?"
"I'd love to." Addison said, smiling back at Izzie.
"Ok." Izzie confirmed before yawning.
"Ok." The attending agreed, "Is it ok to turn the lights out now?"
"Yeah, of course." Izzie agreed before being descended into darkness, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but decided she would close them anyway, her eye lids were heavy and she could feel the tiredness taking over.
"Goodnight Izzie."
"Night Addison." She managed sleepily before the slumber took over.