I can't even function anymore because I started watching Greys on Netflix and I think about Addison/Meredith so this is my first complete attempt at the pairing
"I was flirting with that guy you know," Meredith groaned in disappointment as Addison sat down on the stool next to her at the bar. The redhead glanced over in the direction the blonde had indicated and shook her head.
"You can do better than that Meredith," She responded, the blonde simply rolled her eyes. "I'm saving you, and I'll buy you a drink," Addison added eliciting a smile from her blonde companion.
"You're kind of hard to hate," the blonde responded leaving Addison to look at her with a cute sort of puzzled expression. "I mean you're all gorgeous and leggy, and annoyingly kind, and you did kind of save my friend's life, plus you save babies which is really hot, like hotter than brain surgery hot, and I like brain surgery."
"I can't hate you either," She whispered, "I mean since I've been out here Derek's called me Satan, an adulterous bitch, and implied that I was a witch, and you, you're his girlfriend and you think I'm gorgeous."
"Ex-girlfriend," Meredith quickly corrected.
"He won't even have sex with me, I should be used to it though, he hasn't wanted to have sex with me in two years, two years Meredith! It's all because of that whore," She slurred, "Brain surgery, it is such a whore, it always puts out, and it doesn't nag you to come home, and it doesn't sleep with your best friend. How can I compete with that?" Addison pouted.
"You're hot, I'd have sex with you," Meredith responded comfortingly.
"You would?" Meredith simply nodded at the drunken redhead. "I am hot," She whispered, more to herself for her own benefit than for anyone else. "If we were married you'd come home and have sex with me?" Again Meredith nodded and smiled. "Would you have sex with me now?" This time Meredith chuckled at the suggestion.
"I haven't had enough to drink to think that sleeping with my boss, who happens to be my ex-boyfriend's secret wife is a good idea."
"So if you had more to drink?" The blonde laughed at the question.
"I like you, you're funny," She giggled before taking in the redhead's expression, "And you're completely serious," She gasped.
"My marriage is over Meredith, I'm thinking about becoming a lesbian." Meredith burst into a fit of giggles at Addison's words.
"I was thinking about becoming a lesbian too, not long ago," She giggled. "What is in this for me?"
"A couple more drinks," She responded, "And uh, next cool surgery I have is all yours."
"That is tempting," Meredith murmured.
"I'm supposed to have quints, but that's like everybody, so next one after that is all yours, promise," She whispered. The intern seemed satisfied with the arrangement and nodded and smiled in agreement. "Joe, my friend here needs another drink!" And so it went, it took another three drinks for Addison to lure the intern into her hotel room.
They stumbled and struggled to undress one another, but then they were naked and Meredith was palming the redhead's breasts. The pads of her thumbs brushed against erect nipples before she took each rosy bud between her lips and suckled and nipped at them gently, causing moans of pleasure to spill from perfect lips. She had marked the redhead's left breast as hers. Her fingers tangled in red locks as those perfect lips captured her clit. Addison had pressed herself firmly against Meredith's thigh, desperately seeking release moments before the blonde thrust two fingers into her wet center bringing her over the edge quickly. Sometime between orgasms Meredith had said they made good lesbians, Addison had agreed.
Their only regret in the morning was the alcohol. Addison signed the divorce papers that afternoon telling Derek she had decided to become a lesbian.