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Outside Joe’s Bar, dark clouds began to gather in the Seattle skies, heavy and saturated with rain just waiting for the right moment to fall. Inside the bar, Lexie absentmindedly threw darts at the dartboard, laughing at George and the other interns’ jokes as she tried to ignore the niggling sensation of eyes on her back.
She’d felt it since she first arrived at Joe’s that night. Every time she looked around for the culprit, they managed to pull their gaze away just in time, but despite that, she had a strong suspicion she knew who the eyes belonged to. After all, there was only one thing out of place about the patrons of the bar that day, and that thing was Addison Montgomery.
Lexie had managed to avoid running into her all day at the hospital, but now here she was, barely ten feet away from where Dr. Montgomery sat with Dr. Torres and Dr. Hahn, pretending not to notice the strikingly beautiful woman’s presence, nor her interest in Lexie. It wasn’t that she’d wanted to avoid her, it was just, she felt a bit awkward, what with Dr. Montgomery being her half sister’s ex boyfriend’s ex wife, and on top of it, being one of the most beautiful women Lexie had ever set eyes on—and an award winning surgeon whom Lexie had admired from afar for years. With that all in mind, Lexie couldn’t fathom why Dr. Montgomery would have any interest in her.
Lexie nearly missed the dartboard entirely on her next throw. Her aim was off because of how sweaty her palms were becoming under Dr. Montgomery’s gaze. Lexie had only had one drink, but her face was starting to flush a deep red. She’d tried to ignore it at first, but she couldn’t help her mind from racing with questions. What does she want with me? Did Meredith tell her something about me? What if she talks to me?
The warmth and crowds of the bar started to get under her skin. She excused herself to the bathroom, muttering an excuse to George before slipping away from the group of interns.
Lexie heaved a sigh of relief when she entered the women’s bathroom and found that it was empty. She leaned over one of the sinks, staring at her flushed face in the scratched and faded mirror. She turned on the tap and put her hands under the cold water, then splashed it onto her face in an attempt to get a grip on herself.
Lexie lingered in the bathroom for, admittedly, longer than was necessary. She found herself blanching at the last minute every time she thought she’d worked up the courage to go back out, imagining that Dr. Montgomery was waiting right outside the door to corner her.
When Lexie finally took a determined breath and forced herself to open the bathroom door, the scene she found waiting for her wasn’t much better than what she’d feared. Not only had the interns apparently got tired of waiting for her and left, but Dr. Torres and Dr. Hahn seemed to have disappeared too, leaving only Dr. Montgomery hovering in the corner of the bar near Lexie’s purse.
For a brief moment, Lexie actually considered just going home without her purse just to avoid the situation entirely. The thought was shot down a moment later when she remembered that both her phone and her keys were in her bag, two things she wasn’t keen on leaving without. She’d just have to face Dr. Montgomery, and do her best not to make a complete fool of herself in front of the woman whom she’d admired for so long.
Lexie made her way across the dimly lit bar towards her purse and Dr. Montgomery. She could feel her eyes on her again as she crossed the room, but Lexie ignored it as best she could, focused only on getting her purse and leaving. She successfully reached it and slung it over her shoulder, when a voice and a hand on her other shoulder made her freeze, a rush of heat flooding to her face.
“So you’re Meredith’s little sister,” Dr. Montgomery said from behind her. Lexie hesitated before slowly turning around, trying her hardest to keep her expression neutral. It was no easy feat when faced head-on by the well-respected surgeon. Lexie swallowed nervously as she searched for the words to answer her with.
“Shame on her for not introducing us at the hospital,” Dr. Montgomery continued, frowning. “You’d think she’s embarrassed of you, or something.”
Lexie felt like she might die on the spot. The last thing she wanted was to have to go into the intricacies of her messy relationship with Meredith. Dr. Montgomery seemed to pick up on her reaction, though, because she let out an apologetic chuckle and then apologized.
“Sorry if that hit a little too close to home. Meredith is… it took us a long time to warm up to each other too. She can be prickly. It’s worth it to get to know her, though.”
Lexie just nodded, clutching her purse at her side like it might protect her. She could barely register Dr. Montgomery’s words as the blood rushed in her ears. When Lexie still didn’t reply, Dr. Montgomery arched an eyebrow and continued talking to fill the silence.
“Your friends had to take off. They asked me to keep an eye on your stuff. Do you have a ride?”
The question caught Lexie off guard and she stammered out the beginning of her reply.
“I—uh, n-no, I was just going to call a taxi…”
Addison smiled. There was an alarmingly hungry look in her eyes.
“No need for that. There’s one already waiting for me outside,” she offered. Lexie’s heart pounded at the prospect of being enclosed in a small space with Dr. Montgomery, but such a generous offer, from someone who was technically her superior—-how could she decline? Lexie nodded, thanking Dr. Montgomery for her kindness.
“I appreciate that, Dr. Montgomery,” Lexie said, earning a chuckle out of the other woman.
“We’re not at the hospital, hon, you can call me Addison,” she said, patting Lexie’s arm lightly. A shock went through Lexie’s body at the contact and she felt her cheeks heat up again. Oh God, she was hopelessly attracted to this woman—-this beautiful, brilliant surgeon who was definitely, positively, way out of her league, not to mention her superior. Lexie wasn’t sure how she was going to survive the ride home.
Dr. Montgomery—-no, Addison—-made to leave the bar and Lexie trailed after her. They stepped out into the night together, Lexie wrapping her arms around herself as the chill in the air quickly permeated through her thin shirt. She didn’t have to endure it long, though, because just as Addison had said, there was a taxi ready and waiting for them. Addison opened the door for Lexie to get in before Lexie could move to open it herself, and Lexie stared dumbly at her in surprise before she realized a moment too late that she should be thanking her.
“Thank you!” she squeaked out, then all but threw herself into the taxi before Addison could see how embarrassed she was. Addison closed the door, then circled around and got in on the other side, giving the driver an address that Lexie recognized as belonging to one of the five star hotels downtown.
“You don’t mind if he drops me off first, do you?” Addison asked. Lexie shrugged. The hotel was closer anyway, so far be it from her to raise an objection at this point. The driver confirmed the address, prompting Addison to lean back into her seat and cast a sideway glance at Lexie. Lexie tried to pretend she didn’t notice it, staring absently out the window at the lights of the city. She silently willed Addison to let the drive pass by in silence, but the other woman had other things in mind. Not even a minute had passed in silence—-Lexie counted the seconds—-before Addison spoke again.
“So, have they let you operate yet?” Addison asked. Lexie shook her head, a little embarrassed to admit it. Addison smiled a sly smile.
“Ah. So you don’t know what it feels like yet,” she began, “to hold that blade in your hand. To make that first cut. To slip your fingers inside of someone else and hold their life in your hands, literally. To touch someone’s very core.”
Lexie felt her face growing redder as Addison talked. There was no way Lexie was imagining the way Addision’s voice kept getting sultrier with each word, and she couldn’t have been making those innuendos by accident. She was loath to admit it, but it was doing things to her: being practically dirty-talked to by Addison Montgomery in the back of a taxi.
And that was before Addison reached over and put a hand on Lexie’s thigh. It slowly, steadily, crawled upwards as Addison kept talking.
“There really isn’t much else in life like that first cut,” Addison continued. “Except, well. A really good orgasm.”
As she said that, she looked directly at Lexie. The intensity in her eyes was both terrifying and arousing, but the latter won out as Lexie allowed the older woman to continue sliding her hand up her thigh.
For a single, terrifying, exciting, moment, Lexie thought that Addison might lean over and kiss her. But then the taxi came to a halt and the driver cleared his throat, casting a sideways glance at the two of them. Addison made a humming sound, like she was making up her mind about something, but Lexie was pretty sure she’d had this in mind from the start.
“I think I could teach you a thing or two. Why don’t you come up to my room with me?” she suggested, and Lexie was almost ashamed of how little she had to think about her answer.
“Sure,” she replied, getting out of the taxi and following Addison inside the building. It was a nice hotel, and Addison had gotten a suite. Lexie gawked at her room; it was larger than her and George’s apartment. Addison smirked when she noticed Lexie’s awe.
“Richard pulled out all the stops to get me to come back,” she explained. It made sense; she really was that good of a surgeon. LA was lucky to have her. Addison drifted over towards the kitchenette, which was complete with a minibar, and poured herself a glass of whiskey. She shot a glance back towards Lexie.
“Drink?” she asked. Lexie bit her lip and then shook her head. The last thing she needed was to be drunk enough to say something stupid in front of this incredible, stunning woman, who had, for reasons Lexie couldn’t quite understand, taken her up to her private hotel room. Addison strugged.
“Suit yourself,” she said, swirling the whiskey in her glass before taking a sip. “Now, where were we, before the taxi driver so rudely interrupted us?”
Addison crossed the room in a few long, graceful strides and sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed, patting the spot next to her for Lexie to join her, and she hesitantly obeyed. Before Lexie could reply, Addison answered her own question.
“That’s right—I was telling you about how surgery is like a really good orgasm,” she said. Lexie’s face heated up at the crude comparison. She didn’t see how it could be true, anyway. Surgery was something she’d been striving towards for as long as she could remember. An orgasm was something she could give herself anytime with five minutes and some privacy.
Addison seemed to pick up on her doubt and a frown tugged at her mouth.
“You don’t believe me?” she asked. It seemed like she genuinely wanted to know, and Lexie didn’t see a way out of answering the question, so she let out a quiet sigh and admitted how she felt.
“It’s just… surgery is surgery. I don’t see how any orgasm could compare.”
Addison’s eyebrows shot up and a laugh bubbled out of her.
“Oh, you poor thing. I thought, I thought you were about to say that surgery could never live up to an orgasm, and that I was going to have to educate you on how intimate surgery can be,” Addison explained. “But the other way around… you’re an interesting one, aren’t you, Grey?”
Lexie wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she ended up going full stream of consciousness on Addison.
“I guess, I mean, I’ve wanted to be a surgeon since I was in elementary school, and practically the only thing I ever dream about anymore is the first time I get to cut into someone, and I have an eidetic memory so I know I can be a good surgeon, if someone would just give me the chance—”
She cut herself off and settled back into embarrassed silence, feeling as if she’d said way too much. At some point while she was talking, Addison’s hand had found its way onto her knee and was rubbing it gently. Warmth ran up Lexie’s thigh, straight to her crotch, in response, and she tried to ignore the instinctive reaction she was having to being touched like this by Addison, not to mention the way she was looking at her, with hooded eyelids and blown pupils. It was almost like Addison had taken Lexie up to her room to have sex with her. But there was no way that was possible—right?
Addison’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. She moved her hand off of Lexie’s knee to press a finger to Lexie’s lips, preventing her from saying anything to further make a fool of herself. Then she leaned in close to Lexie’s ear, and whispered, “I don’t need to teach you anything about surgery. I think you’re in need of a different kind of lesson.”
As she spoke, she pressed her finger more insistently against Lexie’s lips, and to Lexie’s humiliation, her lips easily parted to allow Addison’s finger to prod into her mouth. Lexie’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she sucked on Addison’s finger, swirling her tongue around it.
While Lexie’s eyes were closed, Addison suddenly replaced her finger with her lips. Lexie froze at the first press of soft, warm lips against her own. Her mind was racing. None of what Addison was doing or saying was making any sense. Lexie was just an intern, the plainer little sister of Meredith Grey, nothing worth catching Addison’s eye. But here she was, in Addison’s hotel room, on her bed, with Addison’s lips pressing insistently against hers. Lexie could scarcely believe it was really happening.
But then Addison’s tongue was pressing against her mouth and Lexie finally gained enough control over herself to part her lips and let Addison’s tongue explore her mouth. It rubbed against her teeth, against the roof of her mouth, against her own tongue, and Lexie had to suppress a moan. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like this—like she was wanted.
Addison pulled away, breaking the kiss to lean her forehead against Lexie’s and pant, “I had my eye on you all day, you know. You have something special, Lexie. Something not even your sister has.”
Lexie wanted to ask what that was, exactly, but then Addison wiped the thought from her mind when she bent to press open-mouthed kisses against the side of Lexie’s neck, trailing down towards her collarbone. This time, Lexie did moan: a tiny sound, but audible nonetheless. Addison smirked against the skin of her neck, evidently taking it as a victory.
“It is possible to work too hard,” Addison said, squeezing Lexie’s shoulders as she continued placing kisses to the hollow of Lexie’s neck between words. “I think that’s your problem. Let me help you with that, okay? I’ll help you relax. I’ll show you how good you can feel.”
Addison’s voice had an almost hypnotic quality to it as she continued murmuring assurances to Lexie. Lexie gradually felt herself beginning to let go of the tension she usually held within her body. Addison’s fingers continued kneading at the muscle of her shoulders, and it almost hurt, but in a way that made flushed arousal spread throughout Lexie’s body. Addison already had her in the palm of her hand. Lexie struggled to remember the last time someone had paid attention to her like this and failed, only managing to recall a series of awkward one night stands that often didn’t end with her coming at all.
This was different. Addison seemed dead-set on making Lexie feel as good as possible, even though Lexie still wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve such treatment. Far be it from her to deny it at this point, though.
Addison’s hands began to roam lower, lifting up the edge of Lexie’s shirt and sliding across the planes of her stomach.
“Let me see you,” Addison said softly. A shudder rippled through Lexie’s body. She didn’t have to be asked twice. She stripped off her shirt, then unhooked the black bra she was wearing underneath and exposed her pale breasts. Her nipples started to harden as soon as they were exposed to the cool air of the room, and Addison helped finish the process by pinching and rolling them between her fingers. The heat that had been pooling between her thighs had increased to an insistent throb. Lexie ached for Addison to move her hands even lower, but Addison seemed determined to take her time.
After Lexie’s nipples were sufficiently hard, Addison bent down and took one of them into her mouth, circling it with her tongue and then sucking, hard. Lexie threw her head back as another moan was torn from her throat.
“It’s all about keeping your patient happy,” Addison explained, popping her mouth off of Lexie’s nipple, and Lexie wasn’t sure anymore whether she was talking about sex or surgery or both. “I learned a lot about this in LA.”
Okay, Lexie was pretty sure it was both.
Addison pushed Lexie back onto the bed so that she was laying back against the pillows, then straddled her and began trailing kisses down her torso, moving infuriatingly slowly towards where the heat was pooling between Lexie’s thighs. Lexie squeezed her thighs together, shifting subtly under Addison, but not subtly enough.
“It must have been a long time, hm? You’re so desperate to be touched,” Addison said and Lexie was far too turned on to be as ashamed by those words as she should’ve been. One of Addison’s hands began to drift lower, toying with the button of Lexie’s jeans and Lexie had to use all of her self control not to just start begging.
“How bad do you want it?” Addison asked, pausing with her hand halfway down Lexie’s pants. Lexie’s fingers dug into the mattress as she resisted the urge to fist them in Addison’s gorgeous red hair instead. Lexie made a frustrated noise of protest in the back of her throat when she realized Addison wasn’t going to move unless she said something.
“I—I want, please, Addison, I need—”
Lexie didn’t even manage out a complete sentence; the word need seemed to be enough for Addison. She shoved Lexie’s pants down her hips and thrust her hand all the way into her underwear, two fingers sliding between Lexie’s folds and gathering the wetness there. Lexie’s entire cunt was pulsing with arousal by that point, with Addison’s fingers so close to where she needed them. But, Lexie quickly realized, Addison’s plans didn’t end there. She maneuvered herself towards the end of the bed, laying between Lexie’s legs and resting her arm on her thigh. Addison’s face was inches from Lexie’s cunt. Lexie felt like she was going to go insane if Addison didn’t hurry up and touch her again; the teasing puffs of breath against her cunt only served to make her more desperate.
Lexie had only had someone go down on her once before, and the entire thing had ended quite badly, with the guy complaining about a sore jaw after about a minute, so she hadn’t been keen to repeat the experience. Now, though, she wanted it—needed it—more than anything.
“You’re cute when you’re desperate,” Addison told her, then closed the gap between her face and Lexie’s cunt and sealed her mouth against Lexie’s clit. Lexie nearly screamed—the sensation was almost too much. Pleasure flooded her awareness as Addison began slowly moving her tongue against Lexie’s clit. Lexie had already felt more pleasure in the few seconds that Addison’s mouth had been on her than she’d felt in years by herself or with her one-night stands. Maybe ever.
She told Addison as much, words rushing out of her mouth even faster than she could think them. Addison seemed to enjoy the encouragement because she licked at Lexie’s cunt more eagerly the more Lexie babbled on about how good it felt. The wet heat of Addison’s mouth around her pulsating core made a fire grow in Lexie’s belly, bringing her embarrassingly close to orgasm after only a few minutes of Addison’s attention. She tried to warn Addison before it happened, squeezing her thighs tight around her head as it built.
Lexie’s hands shot out to grab at Addison’s hair as she came, finally breaking down that last barrier she’d refused to break down. Her loss of control actually elicited a quiet moan from Addison, and the vibrations of it went directly to Lexie’s cunt as her orgasm slammed through her. Addison had been right—an orgasm, a really good orgasm, was just as sharp as the tip of a scalpel.
“I told you I could teach you a thing or two,” Addison said, a smug look on her face as she pulled away after Lexie’s body finally stopped convulsing. Lexie blinked at her, still dizzy with post-orgasm haze. Addison looked so beautiful between her legs. All Lexie wanted to do was kiss her again. So she did, surprising herself with her boldness as she sat up on her elbows and leaned forward to capture Addison’s mouth in a kiss. She could taste herself on Addison’s lips and in her mouth. And then Lexie tried to flip the tables on Addison; she wriggled out from under her and pushed her down against the bed, then straddled her instead.
“Sometimes the teacher can learn a few things from her student,” Lexie said by way of explanation. Addison chewed her bottom lip, looking unsure.
“Dr. Montgomery, please. Let me return the favor,” Lexie insisted, emphasizing the way she addressed Addison as her superior, and a sly smile crept across Addison’s face. She nodded her permission and Lexie didn’t waste a moment before she started pressing kisses to Addison’s jaw and throat.
“Grey, I’m already worked up enough from your little performance,” Addison complained. Lexie paused and gazed up at her, waiting for a command. “Hurry and take off my pants and finger me.”
Lexie immediately obeyed, undoing Addison’s pants and dragging them down her thighs. Addison was wearing red panties, and Lexie could see a wet spot already forming on the center of them. Her heart beating so fast she could feel it even in her fingertips, Lexie slid her hand inside Addison’s underwear. It was all she could do to keep her hand from shaking. She, Lexie Grey, had two of her fingers inside of the Addison Montgomery. She couldn’t fuck this up.
Lexie tried to pull herself together enough to remember how she liked to touch herself and use that technique on Addison. She sunk her fingers in deep, then crooked them, hoping to hit that sensitive spot of flesh inside her. Addison’s cunt clenched around her fingers and one of her hands shot out to grab Lexie’s wrist, forcing her fingers in even deeper.
“More,” demanded Addison. Lexie added a third finger. She could feel the stretch of Addison around her but Addison couldn’t seem to get enough of it, rolling her hips up against Lexie’s hand and fucking herself on her fingers. Lexie’s mind had gone completely blank at the sight of Addison in the throes of ecstasy like this, and it was all she could do to mindlessly keep moving her fingers inside Addison in a steady rhythm to keep her satisfied.
Addison leaned up and pressed her forehead against Lexie’s, her breaths coming more and more rapidly as Lexie continued to pump her fingers in and out of her. A bead of sweat was dripping down from Addison’s temple and Lexie couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Lexie said breathlessly, and Addison threw her head back in ecstasy as she began to come. She threw her head forward and sank her teeth into the flesh of Lexie’s shoulder to stifle her moans as she came. They sank in deep enough to leave a bruise, but Lexie didn’t care, with how transfixed she was on watching Addison come. It was a moment that she’d make sure would be burned into her memory forever.
After a few impossibly long moments, Addison’s cunt stopped clenching around Lexie’s fingers and her body went slack. Lexie pulled her fingers out and didn’t hesitate for even a second before licking them clean as Addison watched her every movement like a hawk. Once she was done, Lexie slumped in on herself a little and avoided her eyes, suddenly nervous for what Addison would say to her now.
To her surprise, Addison just reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Lexie’s ear, offering her a cautious smile.
“You don’t have to go,” Addison admitted, and it almost sounded like she wanted Lexie to stay. “But you can.”
Lexie shook her head, then climbed off of Addison’s lap to lay beside her instead. How little she had to think about her answer came as a bit of a surprise to her. All of the earlier apprehension that she’d felt about being around Addison had evaporated into a longing to stay by her side.
Outside, rain began to pour from the Seattle skies. Addison glanced out the window as it pattered against the glass and made a face.
“This is why I miss California,” she said. Lexie stayed silent, a little bitter at the reminder that Addison would be leaving to go back to California soon. Noticing Lexie’s morose expression, Addison added, “It won’t be forever. If Richard can talk me into coming back once, he can do it again. And next time I visit, I fully expect that you’ll have completed your first operation and you’ll be able to tell me whether I was right about it being as good as a really good orgasm, now that you’ve had one of those too.”
Lexie felt herself blush a little, but her spirits were lifted by Addison’s promise to return.
This wouldn’t be their last encounter.