Four is Better Than Two
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flipflop_divaTitle: Four is Better Than Two
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Addison/Burke/Cristina/Sam (Yeah, I can't believe I wrote this either ...)
Summary: Pretty much porn. That is all. Written for Porn X Battle.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
It’s one of those moments where she honestly can’t tell you how she got there, and in some ways, it’s probably best not to know. She remembers the vodka and the tequila and she thinks she might have had some — okay, make that a lot — of each, and she definitely remembers shots, lots and lots of shots.
She also remembers little snippets of conversation. She remembers Cristina asking her if she had ever been with a woman and she remembers Sam laughing outrageously at that. She remembers being indignant that he was laughing at her as he had gasped out, “Oh, God. No way. Addison may be a little slutty” — and she remembers huffing that she was definitely not slutty in any fashion and thinking that if the room wasn’t already spinning slightly that she would slap him for that comment — “but she’s as traditional as it comes. The woman doesn’t even own a vibrator!”
She definitely remembers them all laughing at her then and not listening at all as she tried to defend herself. “I’m not a prude,” she had finally shrieked, going so far as to stamp her foot because she didn’t know what else to do and resorting to childhood tantrums seemed like a good idea at the time. “I’m from Connecticut!”
She remembers Cristina staring at her after that. “You’re from Connecticut? What does that even mean?” She doesn’t really remember if she answered her, nor does she remember who mentioned that it was never too late to try new things, but the next thing she does remember is Sam holding her arms up as Cristina pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra while Burke somehow managed to pull both her jeans and her panties off in one fluid motion while she was standing. She remembers thinking he was very talented while at the same time realizing that she was the only naked one in a room of four very hot people.
But she doesn’t think she did anything about it, because the next thing she remembers is lying on the plush carpet of Derek and Meredith’s rented beach house’s living room — she doesn’t think Derek and Meredith would appreciate what they all did to entertain themselves when they were gone for a night — with Cristina’s head between her legs and Cristina’s tongue working wonders on her clit while Sam and Burke were cheering her on from the sidelines. She remembers someone — she has no idea who — saying something about this being the kind of experimentation they like, but then Sam and Burke were standing over here and clothes were flying off — she thinks they may have been undressing each other but she also thinks it may have been her imagination — and then Cristina’s long fingers were inside her and she remembers moaning and writhing as her hips bucked and she tried to push herself further into Cristina’s mouth and on to fingers.
She remembers being lifted up then and Sam sliding behind her, holding her still and tweaking both her nipples with his fingers as she screamed in frustration at being so damn close but not close enough. She thinks she might have even started cursing, but she’s not really sure. She does remember her legs being placed on someone’s shoulders — Burke’s maybe? — and then there were more fingers inside her, and she’s pretty sure both Burke and Cristina were working together on that because the different pressures and speeds of the fingers seemed unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and then she remembers more screaming — she’s pretty sure it was her — and feeling like she was going to explode, and then the fingers were getting faster and faster and deeper and harder and then — oh, God — then she was convulsing on the ground, muscles clenching uncontrollably as she’s pretty sure she spilled cum everywhere and on everyone.
She thinks they must have given her a few minutes to come down from her high — either that, or she passed out for awhile — but by the time she remembers opening her eyes, the other three were already tangled together in a sweaty, naked, pleasurable heap.
She remembers studying them for a second, Cristina on her hands and knees between the two guys, Burke having entered her from behind, an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady as they rocked hard and quick against each other. She remembers Sam on the other side of Cristina, facing her, as she went down on him, sucking his long, hard cock, her hands gently but forcefully rubbing his balls as Sam rested his hands on her breasts, tweaking and squeezing and pulling on them.
All of three of them were groaning and moaning, rocking in unison. She remembers Sam reaching forward to rub Cristina’s clit while Burke sped up his motions and Cristina matched the timing with her lips wrapped around Sam’s dick. She could see — or at least she thinks she could see — a steady stream of moisture dripping from Cristina’s wet pussy, and she remembers finding herself slipping her own fingers inside herself as she watched the other three, rocking herself to the same rhythm.
They sped up, all three of them, and she sped up as well to keep pace. There was a slight shifting of positions — Cristina’s legs spreading just a little further out as she felt her own unconsciously do the same — and then the threesome were speeding up even more. Moans were getting louder and louder, and then, finally, Cristina was crying out as she came, followed in short succession by Burke and Sam.
She remembers getting ready to speed up her own pace, ready to fall over the edge again, when a hand gripped her ankle, the shock of it making her lose her place, but when she raised her eyes to meet Sam’s, she remembers him grinning wickedly at her. She thinks he may have given her rug burn as he pulled her toward him by her ankle, but before she could protest, his fingers were inside her, as Cristina, even in her post-coital reverie, helped him spread her legs, and then those amazing, amazing fingers were moving, faster and harder and faster and harder, and she was coming again as the other three looked on.
She’s not sure what happened after that, if anything happened after that, but she thinks it must have as her whole body feels tired and sore and fatigued and in more than just a two-orgasm type of way. All she knows is she is here now, lying naked on the floor between three other naked people, her head buried in Cristina’s hair as she feels Sam pressed up against her from behind. She sees Burke on the other side of Cristina and hears the low, deep breathing of all three of them and something warm and content stirs inside her.
It’s nothing she’s ever done before, nor probably ever will do again, but somehow she feels okay with everything. And as she feels her eyes start to drift close again, the last thing she remembers thinking is that maybe remembering how she got here really isn’t all that important after all.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Addison/Burke/Cristina/Sam (Yeah, I can't believe I wrote this either ...)
Summary: Pretty much porn. That is all. Written for Porn X Battle.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
It’s one of those moments where she honestly can’t tell you how she got there, and in some ways, it’s probably best not to know. She remembers the vodka and the tequila and she thinks she might have had some — okay, make that a lot — of each, and she definitely remembers shots, lots and lots of shots.
She also remembers little snippets of conversation. She remembers Cristina asking her if she had ever been with a woman and she remembers Sam laughing outrageously at that. She remembers being indignant that he was laughing at her as he had gasped out, “Oh, God. No way. Addison may be a little slutty” — and she remembers huffing that she was definitely not slutty in any fashion and thinking that if the room wasn’t already spinning slightly that she would slap him for that comment — “but she’s as traditional as it comes. The woman doesn’t even own a vibrator!”
She definitely remembers them all laughing at her then and not listening at all as she tried to defend herself. “I’m not a prude,” she had finally shrieked, going so far as to stamp her foot because she didn’t know what else to do and resorting to childhood tantrums seemed like a good idea at the time. “I’m from Connecticut!”
She remembers Cristina staring at her after that. “You’re from Connecticut? What does that even mean?” She doesn’t really remember if she answered her, nor does she remember who mentioned that it was never too late to try new things, but the next thing she does remember is Sam holding her arms up as Cristina pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra while Burke somehow managed to pull both her jeans and her panties off in one fluid motion while she was standing. She remembers thinking he was very talented while at the same time realizing that she was the only naked one in a room of four very hot people.
But she doesn’t think she did anything about it, because the next thing she remembers is lying on the plush carpet of Derek and Meredith’s rented beach house’s living room — she doesn’t think Derek and Meredith would appreciate what they all did to entertain themselves when they were gone for a night — with Cristina’s head between her legs and Cristina’s tongue working wonders on her clit while Sam and Burke were cheering her on from the sidelines. She remembers someone — she has no idea who — saying something about this being the kind of experimentation they like, but then Sam and Burke were standing over here and clothes were flying off — she thinks they may have been undressing each other but she also thinks it may have been her imagination — and then Cristina’s long fingers were inside her and she remembers moaning and writhing as her hips bucked and she tried to push herself further into Cristina’s mouth and on to fingers.
She remembers being lifted up then and Sam sliding behind her, holding her still and tweaking both her nipples with his fingers as she screamed in frustration at being so damn close but not close enough. She thinks she might have even started cursing, but she’s not really sure. She does remember her legs being placed on someone’s shoulders — Burke’s maybe? — and then there were more fingers inside her, and she’s pretty sure both Burke and Cristina were working together on that because the different pressures and speeds of the fingers seemed unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and then she remembers more screaming — she’s pretty sure it was her — and feeling like she was going to explode, and then the fingers were getting faster and faster and deeper and harder and then — oh, God — then she was convulsing on the ground, muscles clenching uncontrollably as she’s pretty sure she spilled cum everywhere and on everyone.
She thinks they must have given her a few minutes to come down from her high — either that, or she passed out for awhile — but by the time she remembers opening her eyes, the other three were already tangled together in a sweaty, naked, pleasurable heap.
She remembers studying them for a second, Cristina on her hands and knees between the two guys, Burke having entered her from behind, an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady as they rocked hard and quick against each other. She remembers Sam on the other side of Cristina, facing her, as she went down on him, sucking his long, hard cock, her hands gently but forcefully rubbing his balls as Sam rested his hands on her breasts, tweaking and squeezing and pulling on them.
All of three of them were groaning and moaning, rocking in unison. She remembers Sam reaching forward to rub Cristina’s clit while Burke sped up his motions and Cristina matched the timing with her lips wrapped around Sam’s dick. She could see — or at least she thinks she could see — a steady stream of moisture dripping from Cristina’s wet pussy, and she remembers finding herself slipping her own fingers inside herself as she watched the other three, rocking herself to the same rhythm.
They sped up, all three of them, and she sped up as well to keep pace. There was a slight shifting of positions — Cristina’s legs spreading just a little further out as she felt her own unconsciously do the same — and then the threesome were speeding up even more. Moans were getting louder and louder, and then, finally, Cristina was crying out as she came, followed in short succession by Burke and Sam.
She remembers getting ready to speed up her own pace, ready to fall over the edge again, when a hand gripped her ankle, the shock of it making her lose her place, but when she raised her eyes to meet Sam’s, she remembers him grinning wickedly at her. She thinks he may have given her rug burn as he pulled her toward him by her ankle, but before she could protest, his fingers were inside her, as Cristina, even in her post-coital reverie, helped him spread her legs, and then those amazing, amazing fingers were moving, faster and harder and faster and harder, and she was coming again as the other three looked on.
She’s not sure what happened after that, if anything happened after that, but she thinks it must have as her whole body feels tired and sore and fatigued and in more than just a two-orgasm type of way. All she knows is she is here now, lying naked on the floor between three other naked people, her head buried in Cristina’s hair as she feels Sam pressed up against her from behind. She sees Burke on the other side of Cristina and hears the low, deep breathing of all three of them and something warm and content stirs inside her.
It’s nothing she’s ever done before, nor probably ever will do again, but somehow she feels okay with everything. And as she feels her eyes start to drift close again, the last thing she remembers thinking is that maybe remembering how she got here really isn’t all that important after all.
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Date: 2010-07-26 01:12 pm (UTC)when i saw the tag i was a bit, what the hell? but you really pulled it off!
=D
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Date: 2010-07-28 09:16 pm (UTC)When I was writing it, I was a bit 'where the hell did this cone from?', but I decided to go with it anyway.
I'm glad you liked it! ;)
Yeah
Date: 2020-07-07 10:12 pm (UTC)But so cool!