Breathe Into Me

When You're Sober

*Addie's POV*

I finish up for the day and change into civilian clothes.

"Hey Addie, would you wanna get a drink? Some of us are headed to the bar across the street if you wanna join." Damien asks as he shrugs on his t-shirt.

"Uh maybe, lemme make sure I don't have anything scheduled after work." I tell him as I lace up my shoes.

I haven't done anything all that exciting today that would require me to blow off some steam. Besides I can have a glass of wine in the sanctity of my own home if I really wanted alcohol. But I suppose a drink with coworkers isn't a bad thing, besides Damien did check on me when Jess was being a bitch.

I stop by Finneas' room one last time to see him watching TV while Billie is passed out with her upper body on the side of the bed. "Just wanted to check in on you before I left for the night, how are you feeling?" I ask him.

"Overall I'm alright, I think Billie was more worried than you even were." He chuckles at me. "Got any fun plans while we're all stuck here?" He asks out of genuine curiosity.

"Just drinks with coworkers at the bar across the street, nothing fancy." I tell him, my eyes drifting to the sleeping girl whose light snore escape her barely parted lips.

He chuckles. "Don't worry doc, I'm in good hands." He reassures me.

I jokingly roll my eyes, "Believe me I know, if you have a problem with any of the night shift nurses I won't hesitate to come back in."

"Go enjoy drinks with your coworkers." He shoos me away and I take my cue to leave.

I short walk later and I find myself stepping through the bar door and the scent of liquor hits my nose.

"Yo! Addie you made it!" Damien greets me, slinging his arm over my shoulders and guiding me to where the rest of the attendings and interns are.

"Yeah, I had a free night, so this many people always come?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Actually yeah, it's a pretty popular hangout. Do you want a drink?" He asks as he flags down a bartender.

"A Cuba Libre please." I tell the bartender and he gives me a nod.

Upon hearing that Damien snaps his attention fully to me. "Wait, are you... cultured?" He gasps pretending to be shocked.

I let out a hearty laugh. "I spent a summer in Puerto Rico helping out with hurricane relief a few years back. Absolutely loved every minute I spent there. I'm surprised you know what that even is." I taunt him taking a long sip from my glass. It's a heavy handed pour.

"Me? I literally was this close to dropping out of med school to become a master blender at Bacardí... I had to know the history." He gloats.

"So we're sitting in a shitty bar when you could be mixing my drinks instead?" I playfully glare at him as I finish off my drink. "It's a shame, I do love a smooth Bacardí."

"Maybe next time you can just come over." He says with a smirk.

I feel the alcohol burning its way through my veins.

I should go.

Before I get myself into trouble.

I take my wallet out. "Maybe, I better get going. I've gotta feed my cat."

"No no, put that away. I've got it. You literally just had one drink. It's not going to break the bank." He insists.

I stutter and try to object, but no coherent words come out of my mouth.

Instead I turn and leave the bar, immediately running into whoever was coming inside.

"Shit, I'm sorry." I mumble and keep my eyes on the ground. I just need to get home.

"Baby it's okay." A familiar voice snaps me back to reality.

I reflexively pull her into a kiss she wasn't expecting but she soon melts into it.

She gives me a love drunk smirk. "What-... what was that for?"

"I missed you, and as much as I wanted to be there for you today to just hold you, I couldn't. I just- I'm a little tipsy from that strong ass drink and I'd love nothing more than to go home, straddle you, and make out on my couch." I blurt out, my filter absolutely gone.

Her arms rest around my waist as she leans in. "Well let's go so your lips aren't lonely for a minute more than they have to be." She husks out.

~~~~

A little while later I'm gently shaken awake. "Baby, this is our stop." Billie says as she kisses my forehead.

I wince a little, my head hurts.

But not enough to be a hindrance.

"I feel like I should be the one taking care of you Bil." I note as we walk up to my apartment.

"You did just by calling me about Finneas." She admits. "Is the alcohol wearing off?"

"Mhm . But my lips are still lonely, they require your lips please." I plead with her.

She smiles as we reach my apartment door. "That can be arranged baby." Her eyes darken and the mood turns to something a bit more tension filled as I unlock the door.

The moment the door latches shut, I'm pressed against it with Billie's lips smashing against mine and her fingers tugging at the hair at the base of my neck.

Fuck.

My hands trail under her shirt, just enough to find the belt loops of her pants, tugging on them to pull her impossibly close.

Her hand is braced against my front door, this side of her makes me want to fold and get on my knees.

I let out a stifled whimper as she takes my bottom lip in between her teeth and tugs just enough to cause pain.

"Fuck, that's was the cutest noise I've ever heard." She says, as her breath hits my lips.

"Do it again." I dare her.

She slowly and deliberately takes my teeth in between her lips and slowly tugs again, this time eliciting another whimper to escape my throat. This time letting it go and watching it pop against my teeth.

She takes a few seconds to just breathe the moment in, taking in my features. My now swollen lip, the delicate placement of my hands underneath her shirt teasing at the band of her pants, my chest rising and falling with each breath, the desire for her in my eyes.

She tips my head to the side and places an open mouthed kiss on the side of my neck making her way down, pulling my shirt aside and marking my collar bone.

"Billie." I say softly.

"Yes baby?" She mumbles in between kisses and nips.

"I want you. I've wanted you ever since I saw you on the train, and even more when you literally helped me take a bath, and now as you take your time with me." I plead with her.

She stops and closes her eyes.

"Did-.. did I do something wrong?" I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.

She reaches down and takes my hands in hers. "Oh no baby, it's just as much as I want you... and believe me I do. I'm exercising an extraordinary amount of restraint at the moment. I want your first time with me to be when you're sober love." She explains.

"Fuck, that's so sweet." I wipe my tears with the back of my sleeve as I smile from how cheesy she is.

"But for now I'm down for a snuggle session if you are. It sucked being able to see you throughout the day but not be with you." She says before gently kissing my forehead.

"Only if we can watch a scary movie." I bargain with her.

"Anything for you love."

a/n: I'm sorry it's been foreverrrrrrr but I've been feeling extra cheesy today.