Back Relief

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"What the hell are you doing?" Patrick Dempsey asked as he stepped into his shared trailer, seeing his co-star Ellen Pompeo leaning over the corner of the coffee table they had in the middle of their trailer.

"Okay no listen! Patrick, listen, my back is in knots, and I figured this might help," Ellen replied sheepishly, rolling up off the table. She smoothed back her honey blonde hair, looking at Patrick while he walked in, her face almost guilty. Patrick closed the door, laughing.

"Oh alright...how bad is it?" He asked, his eyes scaling her up to down. Ellen crossed her arms, watching him. She gave a quick pout before her 'tough girl' routine kicked in. Patrick smiled at that, one of the many reasons he liked being around Ellen, she was quite the force of nature.

"Sixish. It hurts. I have a scene in an hour and I don't want to be wincing through the whole surgery." Ellen explained, giving a shrug, and a wince. "Whatever. I don't want to bother the on staff nurses so I'll just wing it. I took pain meds but..." Patrick sat down on the couch behind the coffee table, resting his head in his hands, thinking. He didn't like the sound of her in pain at all, she was his close friend, and she was a tiny person who frankly he felt needed protection at all times. He couldn't describe the reason why he felt so protective, Patrick had hoped it was their friendship but secretly he knew it was his feelings for her.

"El, you can't just wing it. Six is a lot," His dreamy blue gaze grew worried as he spoke, triggering Ellen's sigh. It was a rather cute sigh actually. For the past year Shonda stuck them in a shared trailer due to 'budget 'concerns, which allowed the co-stars to become closer. Patrick wasn't complaining, he liked having Ellen with him. She was nice, and sweet, and helped him rehearse a lot more. Which also meant he knew her little quirks a lot more.

"Well I don't know that. We don't have the same pain threshold. Maybe my six is really a three and your six is my three?" She suggested, walking away to grab her phone. Patrick watched her walk away, and his stomach knotted seeing her in pain. Ellen picked up her phone with her left hand instead of her right due to the pain. She fumbled around for a few minutes, pushing buttons and getting frustrated. Patrick stood up, walking to her. He set her phone down, then grabbed her shoulders.

"Care to figure out which is which?" He asked. Ellen rolled her eyes, shrugging. She had tried nearly everything, what use was it to have Patrick try anything?

"Fine." Ellen slipped from his grip, walking to the couch and plopping down. She exhaled, facing the kitchen so Patrick could see. This was stupid and ridiculous, Ellen thought, I need an actual massage. Patrick will probably just tweak it.

"Show me, I can't help you if I don't know where." Patrick reminded her, his voice low. He rubbed his hands together, leaning over, watching as she pointed. "Thank you Ms. Pompeo." Patrick said softly, his hands gliding over the back of her shirt, trying to find the knot. He could feel something, but Patrick could also feel her bra almost in the way. He bit his lip, he had done countless scenes with Ellen in little more than sheets and spanks, but he still felt awkward. Although he knew she'd only get relief if he could massage without a bra in the way.

"You find it?" Ellen asked, impatient. Patrick began to rub softly, contemplating what to do.

"El, I did um it's kind of ah, under your bra..." He admitted, groaning inwardly. Ellen turned around, wincing in pain but giggling. Her bright sea foam eyes met his with playful curiosity.

"Yes. It is. Patrick you've basically seen me naked quit blushing." Ellen rubbed his cheek before sliding off her tee shirt. Patrick bit his lip, realizing his reservedness stemmed from the fact that Ellen was damn beautiful. He always knew in the back of his mind, he had these feelings for Ellen, he would never normally act on but they surfaced now.