AN: Once again, thank y'all for the reviews. I really love y'all so much. You make writing this really enjoyable...well, it is already but y'all know what I mean! So here you go! Oh, and it does get a little graphic near the middle…not to give anything away…this chapter is rated M…just to be safe…the prudes that may be reading can step out of the building! Lol. Nah, it's not that bad but I'm just warnin' ya!

Chapter 4

Charlotte's POV:

Oh dear God, what the hell am I doin'? I think to myself as I sit alone in my office. I agreed to meet with Addison at my place to discuss what happened. I obviously didn't want to. One, because I hated talking about my feelings and two, this whole damn issue was making me mad. I want to say that it was just a kiss and leave it at that but Addison doesn't want to do that. She wants to keep pushing the issue. Although in a way, I didn't want to leave it at that either. So, I suggested that we meet at my house, discuss whatever we need to discuss and then, we can go back to being coworkers again. Everything could go back to being normal. I doubt that would ever happen though. That never ends up happening.

Surprisingly enough, that whole day passed by quickly. I only had 3 patients so I had a lot of free time to myself. Unfortunately, most of that free time consisted of me worrying about later that night.

It was around 4:30 when I decided to leave the practice and head home. I walked down the hallway and passed Amelia. She grins at me. I had told her about our meeting at 7. "Lemme know if you two do something more than just talking." She laughs and winks.

"I swear, don't even say that. You'll jinx me." I tell her while glaring angrily. I knew Amelia meant well though. She was just too damn dirty most of the time...all of the time, actually, but so was I. That's probably why we ended up being such great friends in the first place. We both went through some of the same things so that brought us closer together.

"Hey! Don't blame me for whatever happens. It's your fault if you don't keep your pants on, not mine." Amelia laughs obnoxiously. I just groan and keep on walking. I hear her running to catch up to me, and then, I feel her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry...you know how I am."

I nod in agreement. "I wish I was as laid back about things as you are. I'm too damn serious." I kind of envied how nonchalant Amelia was about everything. Maybe that was my problem; I always tend to freak out over things, and I overreact often.

"Yeah, you are!" Amelia declares casually. I raise an eyebrow at her and start to walk away again. Just like before, she stops me. "Just be honest, okay? Tell her what you need to tell her. I know you wouldn't lie to her or sugarcoat anything. You're not like that and I know you wouldn't change that for Addison." Amelia smiles. "Just tell her the truth, Char."

She seems like she wants to say something else so I look at her as I tilt my head to the right slightly. "What is it?"

Amelia smiles. "Just don't hold anything back. She's coming there to talk, so talk. And Char, please..." She pauses. "If you want to kiss her, just kiss her, okay? We're not going to care, and hell, we don't even have to know about it. Whatever you do with your life is really none of our business, so do what you want with it!" She pats my shoulder. "Besides, you'll always be my crazy, dirty best friend. That'll never change, even if you jump ships and end up liking women."

I smile at her happily. "I love you...you know that, right?"

Amelia rolls her eyes. "Of course I know that, duh! And you know, if you ever wanna do what you and Addison did, call me." Amelia teases me and makes a phone symbol by her ear. I fake glare at her and shove her lightly. "What? I'm not kidding!"

"You're such a freakin' weirdo, Amelia. I swear!" I tell her honestly while giggling.

"I am and you love it!" Amelia states proudly and pushes me back. "Go girl. Get your ass out of here and knock her dead!"

"That's not a nice thing to say about your sister." I make air quotes as I say "sister."

Amelia laughs. "Oh, she doesn't care! And neither do I. She knows that."

I shake my head while smiling. "I'll see you later." I tell my best friend as I turn around and head toward the elevator. I had less than 3 hours left to sort out all of the clutter in my head before Addison would arrive. I just hoped it would be enough time.

6:50 PM

It was almost time for Addison to arrive at my house. The closer it got to 7 o'clock, the more comfortable I felt about the whole thing. I was going to take Amelia's advice. I had to tell her everything I wanted to say and I couldn't hold anything back. That wasn't the problem though. The problem was deciding on what I was going to tell her. My brain was still very scattered and all disorganized so I was still pretty clueless. I shower right when I got home, dry my hair and curl it a little bit. I don a sleeveless white ruffle top, a black pencil skirt and black stilettos to match. I could've worn my pajamas to talk to Addison, for all I cared, but I wanted to look presentable. I spritz some of my favorite perfume on myself, just because I wanted to, and then I head downstairs to wait. I decide to make one of my signature martinis for Addison and I to drink.

I finish making my martini when I hear a knock on the door. My eyes widen as I look over at the clock. It was only 6:50. Damn, she's here already? Now, I really was getting nervous. You can do this. It'll be fine. I reassure myself as I walk out of the kitchen and over to the front door. I take a long, deep breath before I open the door. Standing there was none other than Addison, wearing a fancy, red dress and matching heels. I look up and down slightly before looking her in the face. "Uh, hey. You're early." I say to her as I stand in the middle of the doorway.

"Hey." Addison smiles at me and nods. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Charlotte. I like to be early. I hope it's not a problem."

"Oh, no, no." I return a smile. "Of course, it's not a problem. I just expected you to be the...late type."

She chuckles as she shakes her head in disagreement. "Nope, I hate being late to wherever I'm going, although I should've been late to your house, just to make you furious."

"Oh, really?" I laugh as well. I wasn't as nervous as I was when I first opened the door, but I was still pretty anxious. I just need to get this over and done with.

Addison nods again and smiles at me patiently. "So...are you going to let me in or am I not allowed inside of your evil lair?"

I completely forget that I still didn't let her in. I was standing there with the door halfway open. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry." I open the door all of the way and extend my arm out. "Come on in."

"It's all good." Addison walks in slowly, looking around at everything. "Well, for the Wicked Witch's evil lair, this sure looks pretty disappointing...and lame."

"It's not what you expected, I gather?" I ask her while smirking, as I close the front door. I walk into the living room. She shakes her head and follows me slowly.

"No...it's...boring..." Addison grins as she says this. "It's very blasé."

"You just called me borin'...okay...I'll act like I'm not offended." I give her a weird look and she laughs.

"Well, you're this big, rough, tough and mean Chief...you're the Wicked Witch of St. Ambrose." Addison explains to me. "I'm just a little disappointed...there must be prisoners in here somewhere...some bodies under the floorboards, maybe?" She taps her heel on my hardwood floor and I chuckle

I shake my head while grinning. "No, I'm sad to tell you that there are no prisoners, nor are there any bodies. It looks like you're gonna have to be disappointed then."

Addison shrugs while smiling. "It's okay. Besides, if I saw any of that, you'd never let me out of here alive and I don't know about you, but I really don't want to be tortured by you...or murdered...or be even trapped in the same room as you."

"Who would, anyway?" I laugh softly as I see her still lingering near the door. "I swear, there aren't any booby traps or trap doors in here. Don't be so shy. Sit down if you want."

"I don't believe that for one minute." Addison says this as she walks into the living room now, setting her purse on top of the couch. "I was kidding though...your place is nice!"

"Not as nice as yours, I'm afraid." I tell her truthfully. I always wanted to live on the beach. "My house doesn't have much of a view either, if you haven't noticed." My house wasn't nearly as big as Addison's was, and definitely didn't have a great view.

"It's still nice." She smiles at me happily. "So...how are you doing?"

"Uh, I'm doin' fine...yourself?" I ask quickly before I turn and head into the kitchen.

Addison follows me and leans against the kitchen island. "I'm doing surprising well!"

"Good...that's good...anything interestin' happen at work?" I lean against the counter across from her, completely forgetting why I had walked into the kitchen in the first place.

"Just the usual...I looked in between some women's legs, did a few ultrasounds and I even delivered a baby. That's not bad for a day at work, huh?" Addison brightens up a little bit when explaining this. It made me smile as well. "How about you?"

"Uh..." I actually had to think for a minute about what I did during the day, since I spent most of it freaking out for nothing. "I treated two patients with erectile dysfunction...and then I helped a girl who wasn't able to reach an orgasm."

Addison nods interestingly, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh, that's cool."

I start to zone out a little bit now. "Yes." I smile at her and realize that my gaze had landed right on her boobs, and she notices too. Addison raises her eyebrows and grins. I shake my head and look away to see the martini glass on the counter. "Oh...yeah..." I walk over to it and lift it up in my hands. "I heard you talkin' to Violet about my famous martinis so I thought you would like to try one for yourself."

Addison nods and smiles. "I get it...you want to get me drunk so I won't want to talk about what's going on."

"No...that's not it, actually...I thought you would've liked to try it." I shrug. "It tastes better than tap water, in my opinion. But if you'd prefer that, then, you can have some."

"No, that's okay!" Addison takes the glass from my hands. "Alcohol is better than water...just one though. I need to be able to drive home. I don't want to get into an accident."

"Of course." I wait a moment before I begin to make a martini for myself. I feel her eyes on me the entire time, and it made me nervous. "So...how is it?"

I look up immediately after I ask this, noticing that Addison was drinking the martini. She finishes the sip in her mouth and smiles widely. "Wow...this is freaking amazing! I would say, make me more, but then I'd have to stay here."

"Yeah...I don't really want you to stay over at all..." I laugh lightly. "That'd be a lil' weird." I look back down and continue to make the martini.

"Yeah, just a little..." Addison's voice drifts off for a minute. "...Are you ready to talk about this now?"

No. The little, annoying voice inside of my head answers instantly. I really hated it most of the time. I finish making the martini, and look up at her, taking a small sip. "Yes..." I'm sure I was as nervous as she was to talk about it but I knew she was more comfortable at the moment than I was.

"Okay." Addison replies as I return to my place against the counter, martini glass in hand. "Where do you want to start?"

I make a pondering look but then, I shrug. "I...uh...I really don't know. You're the one that kept pushin' this issue, so you tell me..."

"Pushing the issue? Charlotte...this isn't going to go away on its own, you know." Addison starts to say in a frustrated tone. "I know you don't like to talk and I hate to be the one to force you, but you're going to talk. You also agreed to have this little meeting."

"Like I had a choice in the first place?" I cough out a laugh. "You would've kept naggin' me if I had said no." I realize now that I was already starting something, like I always tended to do. Amelia's words ring out in my head. Tell the truth...don't hold anything back. "Okay...just wait..." I move the glass around in my hand, watching the alcohol swirl around in the cup. You can do this. "Okay..." I chug down the martini in one gulp and look up slowly at Addison. She patiently waits for me to speak. "I..."

"Charlotte...whatever you have to say, say it. If it's mean or rude, fine, I don't care. I can take it all. Just say it." Addison urges me to continue on.

"It's just...I don't know what to say..." I sigh, crossing my arms roughly. "I'm so damn confused...I don't think I have ever been this confused...ever."

"Well...I'm going to be completely honest right now." Addison begins to say. "I really...I truly think that...I like you...I like you. And the thing that is shocking about it is that...I don't care...I really don't!" She laughs rather obnoxiously. "It doesn't bother me that I kissed a woman and you know, I could care less if someone said that I made out with Charlotte King in the elevator. It doesn't bother me anymore. You only live once and you know what? I'm not going to deny that I'm feeling something just because someone might say something about it." She finishs her martini and sets the glass down before leaning off of the kitchen island and stepping forward. "That kiss this morning...and the other night, was amazing...and I can't stop thinking about it. All I can think about is your lips on mine...I want to feel that again..."

I wait for a break in her little speech to talk. "Addison, I-"

She doesn't even pay attention to it. Addison just keeps on going. "You want to know what I noticed as well?" I don't nod or answer, I just stare. "You checked me out when I walked in...and then, you stared at my boobs…and I mean, really stared at them." I stand up straight and stiffen. She was right though. I did. "And I checked you out too...when you were making that martini..." Addison takes another step forward. "Would it be wrong if I said...?" She continues to move closer to me, biting her lip. Her voice starts to sound more playful and flirtatious now. "...if I said that I thought about doing very bad things to you?" I go to say something but my voice gets caught in my throat. "And I mean, very, very bad things…"

"No..." I look at her as she comes closer. "No, it's not wrong because I am thinkin' about the same exact thing right now…" I really honestly did. I look up into her eyes, seeing the mischievous look to them. Now, she was only an inch away from me.

My heart starts to pound against my chest when I am pushed gently against the counter and I feel her hands rest on my waist. "Is that so...?"

"Yes." My voice was barely audible because I was so nervous.

Addison presses her body against mine and I close my eyes. "It looks like we're in luck then." She wraps her arms around my waist slowly. My arms, which were still angrily crossed, had suddenly fallen to my sides. I look up into her eyes and suddenly, I get lost, in some sort of fantasy, and I didn't want to leave. This was all terrifying and new territory for us both, I'll admit, but in some weird way, it all felt right.

When Addison holds me tighter, I truly don't care anymore. It doesn't seem to bother me that a woman is pressed up against me, compared to a day ago when that idea scared the hell out of me, and I wouldn't be caught dead cozying up next to a girl. I close my eyes, letting my arms slip around Addison's waist as well. I open them again to see her staring at me. I take a deep a breath before talking again. "Kiss me...kiss me like you mean it..."

Addison barely even hesitates as she leans forward, kissing me tenderly on the lips, but then, begins to kiss me with passion. I already start to feel overwhelmed. This kiss was truly intoxicating, if you can compare a kiss to a drunken state. It was also heaven, in a figurative way. Cooper's kisses never caused me to feel like this. His kisses couldn't compare to how Addison's were making me feel right now.

As the kiss begins to deepen, I take my hands from her waist and run them through her gorgeous, red hair. I hear Addison suppress a moan as I do this and it causes me to kiss her even harder. She begins to tiptoe her hands under my shirt and I begin to squirm a little bit. Addison breaks the kiss and looks at me, while trailing her hands up the small of my back. "Can I...can I take-"

I nod quickly, looking back at her, not realizing that I start to lick my lips sensually. "Yes, take it off." I don't even wait for her to continue as I lift my blouse over my head and toss it to the side. Addison sets her hands on my back again and trails them up to my bra, causing me to get chills all over my body. We look into each other's eyes as she unhooks my bra and it drops down to the floor. Addison stares down at my perky breasts and sets her hands on top of them gingerly. I let out a faint moan and close my eyes. She leans down and kisses in between my cleavage. This was going to drive me wild. Addison trails her fingers down my svelte, slender frame and starts to tug gently on my skirt. I bite my lip unconsciously and saunter away from the counter. "We need...we need to go somewhere else..." I could barely contain my excitement as I begin to stroll out of the kitchen, motioning for her to follow me. I walk down the hallway in a hasty fashion, pushing open my bedroom door. I didn't hear Addison follow me so I begin to turn around to look for her. I don't have time to finish that action as I am roughly pushed into the room and onto my king size bed. She hovers above me, smiling evilly, as she begins to unzip my skirt. This was really going to happen. I think to myself as I help her push down the skirt. All that remained on me now were my red silk panties.

My heart must've been beating a mile a minute by now and I was very turned on. "Take off your dress...now." I say urgently, as she stands up, turning her back towards me.

"Would you care to do the honors, Doctor King?" Addison asks me in a hot whisper, looking over her shoulder while smiling. Whenever someone called me that in bed, it turned me on even more. I nod to her as I kneel on the bed, placing one hand on her back and the other on the zipper. I inhale as I zip the dress down, finally seeing Addison's toned back. When her dress falls to the floor, she turns around to face me. Everything about her was perfect. Oh hot damn, she's sexy. I bite my bottom lip as I take a minute to look her up and down. "Charlotte." When Addison speaks, I look into her sky blue eyes. "Look...we match." She places my hands on her waist, and then, I notice that she was wearing red lace underwear. I snicker and grin cheekily.

"You're right...we do..." I say that and laugh again.

Addison grins provocatively. "But not for long we won't..." Addison replies mysteriously, as she puts her thumbs inside of my underwear and begins to pull them down slowly. I collapse down onto the bed and Addison falls right on top of me. We begin to make out again and I run my hands up and down her back sensually. Barely anything has happened between us and I was enjoying this so much already. I could feel that this was going to get very steamy and hot soon.

The kiss was getting so intense and had gone on for so long that I couldn't breathe. I break the kiss as I was breathing very heavily. "Oh boy...this is...this is..." I couldn't catch my breath enough to be able to say what I wanted to say. That's when I feel Addison's warm, delicate hands trailing up my thighs. It wasn't long before I feel her sliding my underwear to the side and starting to drag a finger up my sex erotically. I let out a deep, low growl and bite my lip.

"Oh…" Addison looks at me lustfully, pausing for a moment. "Are you sexually aroused?" At that moment, I feel her push a finger inside of me. I repress a moan and begin to arch my back. My breath gets caught in my throat so I couldn't reply to her question. "Oh yes…it seems like you are…I like that…"

"Ooh…God…" My voice comes out in a soft whisper. "Just…take it off…" I could feel the wetness in between my legs increasing with each moment.

Addison smiles and laughs evilly. "I was afraid you were never going to say that." She tears off my underwear roughly and throws them somewhere in the room. I have no idea where because all I was paying attention to was her. She stands up on my bed, towering above my waist. She licks her lips as she slips off her red, lace underwear. Addison continues to stand spread eagle. "Do you like the view, Ms. Sexologist?" I had a pretty good view of everything from where I was laying.

I nod, impressed by the little show I was getting. "Oh…yes…I like the view…I love the view, actually…"

Addison lowers herself down onto my waist temptingly. "I'm glad…that was my goal…" When she's all the way down on top of me, I sit up quickly, wrapping my arms around her. She then wraps her long legs around me. "Charlotte…" I begin to run a finger over her firm, perky breasts, not looking up at her this time. "I want you to scream for me…I want you to scream my name…"

This definitely causes me to look up. "Addison Forbes Montgomery…who in the hell would've guessed that you were this dirty?"

Addison leans into my ear, breathing hotly against it. "You should know by now, Charlotte…that it's the quiet ones that are the dirty, sex demons." She begins to bite at my earlobe gently before moving down to place warm kisses upon my neck, also biting that as well. I was about to explode. I take her hands and place them on my legs.

"You're drivin' me crazy…" I tell her as I cup her face with my hands, looking into her eyes once again. "All I have to say is…if you want me to scream…you gotta make me scream…if you want it that badly."

Addison was teasing me this entire time and it was about time that I was going to do the exact same thing in return. "Alright then…you asked for it…" Without a warning, Addison shoves her fingers up inside of me deeply. My voice comes out in a gasp as I begin to kiss her passionately.

When she starts to speed up the motion, I kiss her even harder while digging my nails into her back. "Oh God, Addison…" I begin to move up and down against her fingers. I was getting close already. I could feel it. It felt so good and I could barely keep my mind straight. "Screw me, Addison. Just screw me!" I wanted more, and I wanted it now. I was about to lose my mind. "Screw my freakin' brains out!" My language got dirty when I was this horny. There was no controlling it.

"Ooh…damn…okay…" Addison pushes me down onto the bed and holds me down. "If you insist…Blondie…" The fiery red head begins to kiss down my body, caressing me all the way down. If we weren't about to have some amazing sex, I probably would have punched her on the arm for calling me that. "I haven't done this before…so if I am terrible…I apologize…" Addison was provoking me again. With the way she was looking at me, I knew that she was already confident of what she was about to do. She knew what she was doing. I never knew she was such a tease.

Instinctively, I spread my legs apart, waiting for Addison. When I feel her hot, wet tongue in between my folds, I arch my back towards her. "Oh God…Addison…" I dig my nails into the backboard behind me. When her tongue slips further inside of me, I can't do anything but moan...because what Addison was doing to me was that good. Just watching her working in between my legs was driving me out of control and any kind of movement from her tongue and fingers just pushes me a little more over the edge. Normally, it would take me a little while to hit my climax...but tonight was a different story. I could feel my muscles tightening up and then, I let out a loud, roaring orgasm. "Oh Addison!" I scream out her name at the top of my lungs, like she wanted me to. I am left panting, and my body quivering. Addison finishes her work down in between my legs before coming back up and laying on top of me.

"Oh…that was good…" Addison grins down at me. "I am quite impressed, but I'm not done yet…I am far from being done…so get ready…" I return a grin right back at her, ready for another round of mind blowing sex.

That whole night we would do many dirty, naughty things and it would all bring us closer together. Was this thing between us just going to be sexual or would there actually be something more than that in store for us for the future? I had no damn clue, but I was sure was going to have fun until I found that out!

AN: Anyone need a cold shower? 'Cause I think I do…or a hot, steamy one…they're both good. Let me know what y'all thought. That was the dirtiest thing I've ever wrote so if it wasn't good or if I could've done something differently, then let me know. I love feedback, harsh or not. Thank you all, once again, for reading this and sticking with it!