As Erica walked away from the car she felt the cold air bite at her exposed throat and chest. She didn't stop to look back, didn't stop to think that she had left Cristina in the back of her unlocked car. Her footsteps were hurried and scattered, her heart pounded in her chest and her eyes burned from tears unshed. She felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that she hadn't let herself be in a long time. Why had Cristina stopped it, was she brushing her off or was this just a game for her. It wouldn't be the first time that she had been used as some kind of cruel experiment. Whatever this was, it was dangerous and Erica knew it. Cristina had always been a game player and even though in every other area of her life Erica was calculated and stoic she had never been able to be that way when it came to romantic entanglements.
Erica had put herself out there for the first time since her relationship with Callie and the minute that Cristina had begun to back away she had known that it was a mistake. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings as she stormed through the hospital and towards the Attendings lounge. As she walked in she saw Callie sitting at a table in the corner eating some take out Chinese Food, she smiled an uncomfortable smile as she walked past her and into the change room. When she had changed into a pair of blue scrubs she walked back into the Attendings lounge only to find it empty. It struck her that for the first time in as long as she could remember seeing Callie had brought only slight discomfort but not the ache and longing that usually followed such encounters.
The next few hours she managed to distract herself with a complicated heart surgery. But as she was about to close up she glanced into the gallery and saw that Cristina was standing leaning against a wall watching her. She studied her long lean body and as she watched her, she began to think about the feel of Cristina's body beneath hers in the car, the soft swell of her breast in her hands and the taste of her lips. She unconsciously sucked at her bottom lip as she watched Cristina in the gallery and was only torn away from her thoughts when the resident assisting asked the most effective suturing technique to use when closing up. Erica's face flushed and she barked out instructions, her tone much harsher than she had intended. She watched as the resident bit back tears and felt tension build in her body. The next time she looked up Cristina was gone and she was surprised to find herself disappointed.
When she left the hospital at 10:30pm that night she felt tension spiking through her entire body. More than just tension though she felt anger rip through her, she hated feeling vulnerable, she hated feeling dismantled and completely out of control. Most of all she hated that Cristina was the source of this, a few months ago Erica had just seen her as a sad little girl who got off sleeping her way to the top and now she had become stupid enough to let herself be another mark. As she slid her key into her driver's door she glanced into the back seat and images of Cristina writhing beneath her body flooded through her mind. She stroked the car door as she remembered the feel of Cristina's pelvus push against her thigh as she pinned her to the car. She took a deep breath as her body began to pound with desire and her nipples began to tighten and strain against her shirt.
For a brief moment she thought of phoning Cristina and inviting her out for a glass of wine but she quickly pushed the thought aside. Cristina had only suggested that they meet after work as a way to brush her off without making the situation more awkward. It was purely cursorily, wasn't it?
The second the key went in the ignition she knew that she wasn't going back to her hotel, she was going to go somewhere where she could work off this tension.
About an hour later she pulled into the parking lot of the Wild Rose, the only lesbian bar in town. She looked down at her clothing and wished for a moment that she had bothered to change into something a little more provocative. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a fitted black t-shirt and her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. She slid her keys into her front pocket and walked into the bustling bar. Tension jackknifed through her entire body as she pushed her way through the crowds and slid onto a red stool at the bar.
"jack and coke please." Erica said as she leaned her head back and sighed at the ceiling. The room smelled like booze and sex and the musty heat from the bustling club dug into her body as she adjusted to her surroundings.
The bartender slid her drink in front of her and Erica twisted her chair around to face the room. There were women clustered all around her, some sitting and chatting at tables, some dancing and some leaning against each other in corners of the room. After she had been there for about an hour the dj announced that there would be a wet t-shirt contest and Erica's body began to pulse with anticipation. She gulped the last of her drink and ordered another as she waited in anticipation for the event to begin. She noticed a woman standing on the side of the stage holding a large water gun and posing for pictures as the contestants were selected from volunteers in the audience.
After watching the first few contestants Erica turned her chair back around towards the bartender and ordered another drink. Just as she was about to swivel back around she felt a hand slowly sliding down her back and a woman's body pushing against her shoulder blades,
"don't you wanna watch, I'm up next." The woman pressed into her whispered suggestively in her ear.
Erica felt sexual tension coil through her body as the woman pushed harder into her back sliding her hard nipples along her spine.
Erica slowly swiveled her chair around but the woman didn't move to adjust and as a result by the time Erica was facing her, the woman's face was inches from her own. She stared into familiar looking blue eyes, but she couldn't quite place why they were familiar. The woman had long black straight hair and angular features that made her appear pixiesk.
"you look familiar, do I know you." Erica asked as she studied the woman's face.
"does it matter?" The woman asked coquettishly
"Yes, as a matter of fact it does." Erica asked with an air of frustration laced with a hint of arousal
"I'm Mackenzie, I believe we may have met once before. We work in the same place."
Erica sighed and leaned back away from Mackenzie. "You work at Seattle Grace? What do you do?"
Mackenzie smiled, "I'm about to soak this very white t-shirt in front of hundreds of lesbian's and all you're interested in is talking about work."
Erica smiled, a part of her really didn't want to know. A part of her wanted to forget work and lose herself in this woman. "ok, do we work together?"
"yes, we do. I'm a surgical resident."
"great, just what I need. Go away." Erica said her tone harsh and dismissive.
With that Mackenzie walked away and made her way towards the stage. Erica watched as her slim curved body was soaked by water from the water pistol. Her white shirt became increasingly transparent as the water was poured onto the generous curves of her breasts. Erica was far enough away from the stage to not be able to see in detail what was going on, but by the sounds of the cheers of the woman close to the stage Mackenzie was winning the contest.
Finding her mouth suddenly dry Erica pounded back another jack and coke and began to feel the effects of the liquor flood through her body as the contest finished up.
She leaned forward to ask for one more drink and again felt a woman's body pressed against her back. But this time, the body felt wet and slippery and she could feel rock hard nipples trace the soft flesh of the back of her arm.
"Did you enjoy the show Dr.?" Mackenzie asked a hint of levity in her voice.
Erica turned around and felt her body begin to pulse hard with desire as she looked at the woman in front of her. Mackenzie's hair was soaking wet and dripping down the front of her transparent white shirt. Even in the dim light of the bar Erica could see her hard pink nipples thrusting against the cold wet material. Erica's mouth became dry once again as she drank in the scene in front of her. She breathed a deep gulping as she ripped her gaze away from Mackenzie's wet hard nipples.
Just as she was about to deny that she had watched the show something stopped her. Her voice became thick with need, "You put on a good show." She said as she let her gaze drop to Mackenzie's hard nipples. Mackenzie smiled, "I'm glad you liked it."
Erica pulled Mackenzie between her legs and sucked at her bottom lip before deepening the kiss. When it broke they were both breathless and Mackenzie's wet chest was heaving for breath. Erica studied the rise and fall of her breasts and sucked her lip as she looked at Mackenzie wet nipples. "Let's get out of here." Erica stated almost as a command. Mackenzie's breath caught in her throat as Erica threw money on the bar to cover her tab, grabbed Mackenzie's hand and led her out of the bar.
They hopped in a waiting cab in the parking lot and Erica barked out the address of her hotel before sliding her hand over Mackenzie's wet shirt and capturing one wet nipple between her thumb and middle finger. She rolled Mackenzie's nipple between her fingers and captured her moans in a hungry kiss as the cab weaved through the side streets on the way to her hotel. By the time they reached their destination, desire was pounding through Erica's entire body.
She thought for a second as they walked through the lobby what it must look like, Erica still fully clothed walking hand and hand with a dripping wet woman wearing see through skin tight clothing. But she didn't care, for the first time in her life she didn't care, she was going to enjoy every moment of this and she would worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Erica pushed the door to her room open and pulled Mackenzie into the room pressing her against the closest wall as she inserted her hard thigh between Mackenzie's legs and thrust it into her hot centre. Mackenzie gasped for breath as the pressure hit her clit through her tight jeans. Erica released her thigh and knelt before Mackenzie, taking her hard nipple between her lips and sucking at the fabric of the shirt. She groaned as Mackenzie pushed her nipple deeper into her mouth and sucked hard as she stroked her pussy through her jeans. She heard Mackenzie moan and suck in gulps of breath as she rocked against her hand.
Erica stopped, "Tell me what you want baby."
Mackenzie groaned and rocked her pelvus against Erica's hand, "I want you to fuck me." She whispered horsely.
Desire jackknifed through Erica's body as the words left Mackenzie's lips and she felt emotion well up inside her. She needed to hear that more than she had known.
Erica looked up at Mackenzie and watched her eyes dark with desire peer back down at her. She unbuttoned Mackenzie's jeans and peeled them off then stopped to stare and her now exposed pink boycut briefs. She smiled up at Mackenzie who hooked her fingers in the side of them and began to lower them. But Erica stopped her and pinned her hands to the wall as she parted Mackenzie's thighs and stroked her tongue along the centre of the panties. She heard Mackenzie gasp as the pressure from her tongue hit her aching centre. She licked her through her panties and smiled as Mackenzie whimpered and tried to thrust herself into her mouth. When the teasing became unbearable for both of them Erica hooked her fingers into Mackenzie's panties and peeled them down her legs. As she studied the hot wet sex of this beautiful woman she felt the tension seep from her body and the day's events faded into the ethers.
The next morning as she drifted out of sleep she winced at the pain from her throbbing headache. Her body felt heavy from the drink and she was grateful that her work day started in the late afternoon. A jolt of panic hit her when the events of last night began to crawl through her brain in an endless wave. When she looked beside her in bed, she realized that Mackenzie was nowhere to be seen. She peeled back the covers and climbed out of bed. After checking the bathroom and the kitchenette Erica realized that she was completely alone. As she brushed her teeth she wondered momentarily if it was just a dream but as she tilted her head she realized that there was a tiny bite mark on her neck. She gasped as she drew her fingers to it and stroked the red flesh.
A few hours later she approached the surgery board to see what her schedule for the day looked like. As she approached she saw Cristina Yang. Yang was completely focused on the board and Erica studied her face as it bunched in frustration.
She breathed in a deep breath and stepped forward, "Something bothering you Yang?" Erica asked in a inflectionless voice.
Yang spun around and her face softened instantly a range of emotions chased themselves across her it as she made eye contact with Hahn.
"I only have one surgery for today." Yang said clearly upset.
Hahn studied her for a moment and felt her heart thump in response. Yang's black hair had escaped a tight bun and was lose around her face and Erica ached to wrap it around her fingers. She knew that last night was a mistake and she knew that she desperately wanted to be with Yang but yesterday something had caught fire in her and burned out of control; she needed something less complicated, she needed to feel desirable and wanted and now that she had had that she knew even more that deep down she craved Yang.
" I am preforming a Norwood operation later today if you would like to assist." Erica said more breathlessly that she would have liked to.
Yang studied her face and bit her bottom lip, "Thank you." She was about to walk away but she stopped herself, "About yesterday; what happened? You disappeared and I didn't see you again for the rest of the day."
Erica studied Yang through hooded eyes, "I think you made it pretty clear that you did want to do what we were doing. I thought it was appropriate that I Ieave."
"I made it clear that I didn't want to do what we were doing in the back seat of your car in the hotel parking lot, not that I didn't want to do it at all." Christina said flicking her eyebrow to the ceiling.
Erica looked back at her feeling slightly stunned by the admission and strained her memory to relive the exact events that led to her leaving the car.
"So what does that mean?" Erica said suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable once again.
"Let's have dinner."
Erica shifted her weight between her feet and stared at the ground, "Sure, how about tomorrow night."
Yang nodded her head and stared back at the surgical board. Erica still dumbstruck by their conversation barely noticed when someone approached.
"Dr. Yang, I have been monitoring a post-surgical patient and I believe he may be experiencing Acute Tubular Necrosis (ATN), he is presenting with nausea and drowsiness."
Yang turned around, "he is heavily sedated, 4, is it possible that this is a reaction to the medication."
Erica turned around then, she had heard that Yang always assigned her residents numbers instead of using their real names but was momentarily shocked and amused by her audacity.
"It's possible, but he also has no urine output."
"Next time lead with that 4." Christina said as she rolled her eyes.
As Erica turned and made eye contact with Yang's resident and swift jolt of shock hit her. Standing in front of her in blue scrubs was Mackenzie. She studied the young woman for a hint of recognition and found it instantly as she traced the lines of her face with darkening eyes. She felt Mackenzie's eyes rest on the red mark on her neck and quickly excused herself.
As she walked away she heard an exasperated Yang bark, "Pay attention 4, I asked you if the patient was experiencing swelling."