A/N: Based on a prompt by ovariesofsteel sovereign at LJ. I apologise as its the first time I've written properly for a while, not to mention my first attempt at femslash. Reviews welcome.
"Do you have beer flavoured nipples?" The red head slurs, amber liquid see-sawing up and over the side of her glass, as she gestures to the blonde who has just squeezed into the space beside her at the bar.
"Excuse me!" The blonde scowls. The inside of her mouth is hot. She's not sure if its the tequila or the vitriol she can't quite unleash.
"Well," the red head blinks, readjusting her seat on the bar stool. "There was my husband."
"Ex-husband." Meredith interjects quickly.
"And O'Malley." She points with her index finger in Meredith's direction, before drinking a little more scotch. Meredith doesn't answer, she knows, she has to take that one on the chin. She has done since the moment it happened. She watches as Addison drains the last of her scotch. Her neck extending as she tilts the glass to retrieve the last few drops. Meredith would like to bite it, like some primal creature. Just to shut her up. Or a vampire, injecting a little of the venom that Addison is causing her to produce at the moment.
"And I hear you added Karev to the collection." Addison continues placing the now empty glass on the bar. "So I just wondered," she said whilst trying to get the bartenders attention. "Do you have beer flavoured nipples?"
Meredith's scowl has been replaced by slack jawed astonishment. It takes her a moment. "I did not sleep with Alex," she finally manages to put the words together over the rage.
"That's not what I heard." Addison interjects coolly, eyes never leaving the bartender.
"Well I heard you did Karev in a supply closet." Meredith responds deadpan. Addison's head whips round to focus on her prey. Currently sporting a similar look of shock to Meredith's earlier expression. "He talks when he's drunk." Meredith explains gleefully. Her eyes twinkle with anger and mischief. Addison thinks they look bigger than usual, darker. But that could just be the copious amount of alcohol consumed. "And of course there was Mark." Meredith counts two fingers on her left hand. "Repeatedly there was Mark." The bar man arrives. "A tequila." Meredith tells him. "And one for the good doctor too." She smiles as he nods and finds the appropriate glasses. "We must not forget Derek. How can either one of us forget Derek?" Meredith asks rhetorically as the bartender pours. She hands him the bills she's been holding since she sandwiched herself between Addison and the big guy from radiology, who's intently trying to woo an intern. "Perhaps it's you who has the beer flavoured nipples?" She says placing a shot in front of Addison. "Cheers!" She grins before tipping her shot back, Addison just watches her in shocked silence. Meredith glances at the older woman and begins to giggle at the expression on her face. Addison can't help herself, it's infectious, she laughs too.
"It was inevitable really." Addison says, as if she's defending it to herself. Morning light streams in through the drapes.
"If you think about it," Meredith begins, as she straddles the red head laying what can only be described as wantonly in her bed. "We'd already done it."
"By proxy." Addison adds, her hands running up Meredith's bare thighs coming to rest on her hips.
The blonde lowers herself over Addison's body, almost too deftly encapsulating a nipple in her mouth. Her tongue dancing around it until its taut in her mouth. "Definitely not beer flavoured though." She declares before moving on to the neglected mound to her left.