Lust for Life

Get Free

"So what time do you wanna meet at Joe's." I mummer quietly as I follow Lexie into the residents lounge.

"You really want to go to this?" She snaps back with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Well I don't want to do scut for a month." I say crossing my arms and leaning my back on my locker.

"Ugh let's just meet there in like 30. I do not want to be seen at a bar with my hair looking like this." She says gesturing to the before neat ponytail now loose with strands oh cocoa hair flying out every which way.

"Ok." I say turning to my locker and reaching for my clothes I was wearing before I put my scrubs on. A green blouse, a pair of skinny jeans, and brown leather boots. I lift my scrub top over my head and toss it into my messenger bag. I kick off my tennis shoes and begin untying the drawstring of my pants before my gaze is stolen by bright pale skin.

My eyes scan Lexie's upper body stopping at her eyes which meet mine instantly. "You like what you see?" She says in a snarky tone. I whip my head back to my locker to hide the inevitable red rushing to my face.

"Sorry." I mutter out quietly as I finish undressing before I start redressing.

"It's ok I'm messing with you." She says back giggling. I quickly slide my boots on and grab my bag as I dart out of the lounge.

"I'll see you soon." I blurt out half way down the hallway. Fuck why am I so socially awkward around her. She's just another surgeon. A mutual. Actually, she's like three years younger than me if you count all the grades she skipped. God she's a genius.

Forty-five minutes later

I'm sitting alone in Joe's bar, my eyes darting to the door everytime it strikes the bells above it. I continue nursing my vodka cranberry as each regular lets more and more early spring air in, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Is this seat taken?" A smug, gravely voice asks as they tap me on my shoulder. I move my gaze from my glass to see Lexie Grey hovering over me with a wide smirk across her face.

"You're late, you know that right?" I sneer, looking back down at my light pink drink, muted by the melted ice. I stir it around with my tiny black straw as Lexie sits down next to me and tosses her bag on the floor.

"Sorry I had to get ready." She sighs. "One tequila soda Joe?" She says above the 100 conversations currently going on. My eyes wander over her body, her outfit changed from a simple t-shirt and slightly baggy jeans to a blouse which cinched at her waist and a low scoop neck, giving everyone a perfect view of what she had going on, and tight skinny jeans which shaped her hips and ass perfectly.

Her drink arrives promptly and she guides it to her mouth before taking half of it in her mouth with a loud gulp. "Ugh I needed this."

"A friend date with the co-worker you hate?" I grunted.

"A drink." She corrected sharply. "So are we taking shots tonight?" She asks turning her body towards me and resting her feet on one of the rungs of my bar stool.

After eight shot glasses and sucked lines stack up between us on the bar, Lexie jumps out of her seat and onto the opening on the bar floor. "Oh my God!" She beamed. "I fucking love this song!!!" She begins dancing just about as well as one can with that much alcohol in her system. "April!" She wines with her arms out. "Dance with meeee!" She shimmies towards me with her hands outreached for me to grab.

I comply and interlock hands with her as she pulls me in closely. She places her hands on my shoulders and slowly drags them down my chest while her bronze eye stare into mine. They end on my hips, gripping them tightly and swaying back and forth. She turns her body so her back is against my chest and sways along to the music.

She begins getting lower and lower, her head tilted back, sliding against my lower stomach. She throws her arms in the air before standing back up again, her ass pressed tightly against my waist. Without thinking my hands grasp her hips, pulling her closer. Her head jolts back and lands on my right shoulder, a coconut fragrance filling my nose as her chestnut hair falls down my back.

"I think we should be heading home soon." I breathed into her ear gently. She smiles gently, not lifting her head from my shoulder.

"I guess so." She mumbles against my neck. I lightly nudge her off of me before grabbing both of our bags and coats. I drape hers over her shoulders and opt to hold her bag for her. I place a hand on the small of her back and lead her towards the exit up a small flight of stairs.

"You walked here, right?" I ask when we reach the top of the stairs.

"Yup. My house is right over," she points in an arbitrary direction.

"I know Lex, we live together." I giggle keeping my hand touching her warm skin. We continue down the dimly lit street, fluorescent street lights flicker above us.

"Oh shit my purse!" Lexie says stopping dead in her tracks and turning around towards the bar, causing my hand to fall.

"I have it right here Lex." I say holding up our purses.

"Why do you keep calling me Lex?" She asks, turning her face to stare at me. The tip of her nose is a scarlett color, and a blush runs across her cheeks from the harsh mid march weather.

"I don't know?" I smirked. "It's just a nickname." I place my hand back on her body, now on her upper back, leading her down the sidewalk again. Soon, we arrive at the driveway of Meredith's house we all ended up somehow sharing. A big resident frat house.

I dig into my purse and pull out my keys, jerking them into the lock roughly as Lexie's head flops onto my shoulder in exhaustion. I open the door and gently lift her off my shoulder and lead her out of the crisp air into the nicely warmed house.

I drop our purses and my jacket into the corner of the entrance, leaving it to be dealt with tomorrow. Lexie groans angrily as she flails around, stuck in her jacket. I giggle quietly as I walk up to her.

"Don't laugh at me." She moans out annoyed. I pull the wool coat off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it onto the pile along with mine. "Now, where is my bedroom?"

I grab her hand calmly and drag her up the stairs. We walk hand in hand down the hallway, bumping bodies gently followed by tiny laughs, shared by only us. Finally, we reach the door leading to the attic, or now Lexie's room.

She turns the knob and walks through the door way before turning back around and looking at me. She places her hands around my neck and pulls me closer to her. Our eyes meeting in what felt like an everlasting stare. My eyes are fascinated with her light pink lips. Usually smelling like the strawberry lip gloss she wears now muddied with the distinctive smell of tequila and limes, just as delicious.

She stared at my lips as well, reminding me of just how chapped they are. I purse them gently before pulling out of her grasp. "I should really be getting to bed." Her hands fall to her side as her face twists into an expression that looks almost, disappointed.

"Good night April."