Addison's POV.

I sat down and sighed. It had been a long day. I was so happy for Amelia, and that she was loved and appreciated here in Seattle, even if this city wasn't my favorite, I was happy it could become a home for her. Meredith didn't seem so thrilled to see me, which was understandable, but right now I couldn't care less whether or not Meredith was okay with my visit… Right now I was charmed by what I was seeing.

I watched a mystery OB working on a c-section. Simple. Not tricky. But there was unexpected bleeding and she handled it perfectly, her technique was elegant, fast, almost as if it was seeing myself on my first year of residency.

I couldn't recognize her, all I saw were two brown eyes and an expression underneath that mask that meant a smile. I smiled as well, hearing the baby crying for the first time and seeing the mother holding her baby, resting it on her chest, it was always a thrill to watch that.

This gallery held some memories, it was the same one when I had told Derek I was lonely. Sure, the walls were painted with a different color back then, but still it held that memory. I hated Derek for going and not letting me say goodbye, just like I hated Mark for the same. Or my mother. Either way, focusing on the present, I was mesmerized.

As the surgery ended, patients stable, I saw this mystery woman coming out of the OR. I stood up from my seat and went out of the gallery, hurrying, wanting to meet this mystery surgeon. But I couldn't reach her, she had already left the scrub room when I got there and I didn't have a name to search for.

I giggled at my stupid self for even thinking about congratulating her, why was I like this? She was talented, she probably had heard it many times before, it's not like she needed to boost her ego even more. I was done for the day, I had met Amelia's baby, I had held him, cooed him, cried with him. I had seen my sister and now she was with her family, her new family.

Walking outside the hospital after saying my goodbyes to Amelia, I figured a drink wouldn't hurt. Went to Joe's as I did back when I lived here, sat at the bar and noticed Joe wasn't there, not anymore. It was sort of sad, realizing things had changed. Amelia was not the kid I taught about birth control anymore, Meredith wasn't the twelve year old intern, Callie had gone to New York, Mark and Derek were dead, Richard was happy and had moved on and Miranda was an amazing chief of surgery… and I was all alone back in the hell Seattle had been for me.

I motioned the bartender to come closer, ordered a martini; choice of drink I hadn't had for almost fourteen years now, maybe fifteen. Someone sat down next to me, she wasn't looking at me so I couldn't figure out who it was. She had long brown hair and she smelled like latex gloves so she was definitely a surgeon.

I chuckled, which caught her attention.

"Hello," She said with an accent I couldn't ignore, smiling friendly.

I gulped. I knew who she was now that I looked at her in the eye, "Oh, you're… You just performed a c-section in OR 5, didn't you?" I asked, and she frowned at me, which made me realize I sounded like a creep, I giggled again, nervously this time for some reason, "Uh, I was watching the surgery."

I extended a hand and when she grabbed it to shake it politely, I felt a feeling on my stomach, like some sort of adrenaline, "Carina Deluca," She introduced herself.

"Addison Montgomery."

"That's where I know you. Neonatal surgeon," Carina said, her accent making me feel a little tingle in between my thighs that surprised me.

I had never been into women. I mean, I'm not blind, I know when a woman is clearly attractive, and this Carina was indeed very attractive. I even understood what Derek saw in Meredith physically, I had kissed women as dares back when I was younger, but I never felt this way with a female.

She smiled again, her bright teeth were so beautiful that I had forgotten what she had said, "Huh?"

"You're a neonatal surgeon, aren't you? I've read some papers of you. Barely recognized you, you used to have redder hair," She commented nicely.

I nodded, "Yeah that's me. Uh, where are you from, you don't sound American…"

She laughed softly, "Well, I am not. I'm from Italy and I'm definitely not American if you know what I'm talking about," she said, raising an eyebrow at me, with a smirk that gave me that tingle again.

The bartender came with our drinks and I took a sip of my martini.

"What is a double board certified neonatal surgeon doing in Seattle? Shouldn't you be cutting up someone in LA?" She said.

I nodded, "I really should, but I took a few days off from being a God," I joked.

"Goddess."

"Hm?"

"Goddess, you mean. You identify as a woman, I assume."

I nodded, "Yeah, I do. I- I meant goddess," I took another sip of my drink, suddenly feeling so nervous for no apparent reason. She made me nervous. I didn't even know her, but she was pleasant to be around and she made me nervous with that hot accent and that smile that could vanish all my thoughts at once.

Carina chuckled and sipped her beer.

I took my drink and drunk the whole thing, "Wanna do shots? My treat", Carina suggested with a charming smile on her face. That's the last I remember at the bar, because the rest is a little blurry. We did some shots and then we left the bar somehow but then we were inside my hotel room, which thankfully, I do remember.

She was hot, young, fast, attractive, not to mention her Italian accent was big turn on, she made me get the goosebumps. She knew what she was doing when she pressed me against the door of my hotel room, she wasn't rough, she was actually caring. She had a hand on my hip and with her free hand she locked the door of the room, making sure nobody was going to spoil this for us.

We just looked at each other, I blushed a little when she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as our lips pressed against one's another, I felt her hands travel from my hips to my lower back and one up to my jaw, holding me close to her face, not allowing my lips to rest for a second.

Suddenly her tongue got in between my lips, I allowed it but then I felt the urge to pull away, so I did. She looked at me questionably, and a little worried, "Sorry, uh, was that okay?"

I looked at her and sighed, "Don't be sorry, it was fine. I just…"

Carina smirked, tilting her head to the side, "I'm your first girl, aren't I?"

I looked away, feeling stupid, hating myself for getting in this mess. "You are my first girl," I admitted, feeling silly, like if I was back in high school. She grabbed my chin and made me look at her, which made me feel that tingle in between my legs again, "Addison, if you don't want to continue it's alright," she said nicely, her Italian accent making my name sound so… hot. The way she pronounced my name took my breath away.

I had to take a deep breath, because she was smoking hot and I had to admit her lips on mine felt amazing, her skin was so soft, and her tongue was so skilled. "What the hell," I muttered and leaned in to kiss her, a little bit more roughly than before, making her gasp and moan as I made contact with her again, my hands worked on taking her jacket off her as she made sure to make me dizzy by taking away all my air, but just when I thought I was going to pass out she pulled away and got rid of her shirt.

She was wearing a black lace bra and I could see her erected nipples through it, which turned me on even more than I already was.

She grabbed my face with both her hands, and pulled me in for another kiss, we both moaned as our tongues battled again and we moved closer to the bed, she unzipped my skirt as our heated make out session increased into more than innocent teenager-like behaviour.

Carina ran a hand underneath my blouse to feel one of my breasts, cupping it over my bra, which made me moan, after that she slid her hand down and off under my blouse to start unbuttoning it, but she was having trouble with it, and we were both desperate for each other. I pulled away and took it off myself, while she took off her skinny jeans. That's when I realized that I wasn't regretting this at all and I kissed her, flopping into the bed, both crawling in between moans.

My center was so delicate I could physically feel the fire down there for me, I could feel how wet I had turned. Our clothes were gone and all that was left was our underwear.

I took dominance and pulled myself on top of her, a hand on her side, slowly going down as I started to kiss down her neck. Carina moaned out loud, arching her back, which made me feel even hornier. My hand found her panties eventually and I slid a hand under it, not touching farther, not even close her labia, just wanting to feel the heat of her lower stomach. She shrieked in pleasure and her hand found mine at her lower stomach, bringing it up to what I thought would be her still covered breast, but she ended flipping us and pinning both my hands over my head.

Now I was at the bottom and she was at the top, which was weird for me, considering most of the time I was the dominant one when I was with men. She kissed me so hard I practically screamed into her mouth, our thighs were intertwined and I felt her knee applying pressure against my center, I opened my legs farther, trying to make her let me feel the friction ever stronger.

Her kisses went from my lips to my neck and up my ear, it was like she knew exactly what I wanted and how I liked it. I moaned as she brought even more pressure onto my vulva with her knee, moving it a little to pleasure me. Her skilled hands took off my bra straps and then went behind to undo it, I laid my hands on her lower back again, now finding her butt cheeks and sliding both my hands underneath her panties, grabbing her butt cheeks.

She got her knee off applying pressure to my vulva and let me take off her bra just at the same time she took mine off, revealing her perfect breasts. She seemed to enjoy mine as well, because I could see even more lust in her eyes when she had the chance to touch my naked breasts and make me moan even harder than before as she squeezed one of them, but stopped right there, because she took off my panties and her kisses trailed down my cleavage, finding it's way to my lower stomach just like I had done with her earlier.

I archer my back as her mouth sucked, licked and kissed near my center but not quite. I grabbed her hand firmly from my stomach and brought her back up to me, I wanted to take control of her too, I wanted to make her feel aroused and crazy for my touch just like she was doing to me, so now I flipped us over again.

I was a lion fighting for my prey, not allowing her a whimper or a word, my tongue shushing her as one of my hands cupped her breast, with my thumb I was teasing her nipple, making her pant in between passionate kisses. I sucked on her other breast, letting her breathe now, allowing her some oxygen after all.

She called my name loudly, groaning as I kept sucking on her nipple, her hips squirming and buckling against mine, her back arched allowing me to suck onto her even more, pinching her nipples, hearing her beg for more. I looked up to her and stopped doing what I was doing.

"Beg," I commanded.

She let out a breath, "Please, Addison," Carina begged me, opening her legs farther for me to touch her.

I kissed her passionately again, my hand touching her warm labia. She was a literal river, she was so wet it was surprising, I teased her entrance, asking for me to do it, begging more and more, buckling her hips against my middle finger.

I touched all her vulva, up and down, I teased her clit and entrance again, "Oh my God, Addison, please, please!" She exclaimed. My fingers found her clit and started to go from slow to fast, getting Carina quite breathless, her moans louder and louder, her core wetter than before.

She kept begging and begging, so I parted her labia and felt her wetness, when she didn't see it coming, I entered her deeply; Carina figged her nails on my back, and to my revenge I curled my fingers inside her, stroking her G-Spot. She groaned in pleasure, and started moaning louder than before when I started to finger-fuck her hard, as deep as I could.

My first girl was screaming Italian words I didn't understand, but I knew she was about to come when her legs got shaky, "Near!" Carina exclaimed, grabbing the sheets tightly as her pleasure kept increasing, suddenly she archer her back even more than before and moaned, then she started muttering so many thank you's after her climax. She watched me lick my fingers, and asked, "How do I taste?" To which I replied with a passionate kiss on her lips and then whispered to her ear, "Better than caviar."

I started touching myself, still on top of her, with the thought of her in mind and the sound of her moans like a song I couldn't get out of my head.

I wanted my release too, but just when she noticed I was pleasuring myself, she stopped me and got on top of me, "You're so hot", she whispered to my ear before bitting it and getting back up to ride me, no dildos, no toys, nothing. Just her skin against mine.

She started humping me, the touch was driving me so crazy, the pressure on my clitoris made me moan. Her skilled hands went back on pinching my nipples, and then one of her hands touched me down there, the other one still pinching my nipple, teasing it with her fingernail once in a while. My hands were on both sides of my head, grabbing hard onto the sheets.

"Do you like that?" She asked me, placing her hand on my vulva, not doing any fingering, not massaging, just my heat against her hand drawing pressure on my delicate flesh. The way she asked turned me on. I nodded as a reply to her question, not being able to speak. I was so turned on.

She slid her middle finger inside me, and after a few seconds she added a second finger, her pinky adding pressure on my clit as she fucked me.

I moaned so hard as she started to go faster, feeling my release so soon it was overwhelming.

But she stopped and I had to open my eyes, wondering what was going on. She was smiling down at me, and when our eyes met she kissed me softly. Our lips parted and she said, "I'm your first girl, so maybe I should be nicer," she said, getting her fingers out of me and rubbing my clit slowly as we kept on kissing.

As our kiss increased, her speed increased.

I came and we both rested on our backs, panting, looking up to the ceiling.

"I really hope you're not straight anymore," Carina said with a tone that had a hint of kidding, so I giggled and got underneath the covers with her.