Title: Preferred alternative
Author: Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "'Goway,"' Meredith ordered in a pathetic voice that Cristina sure as hell did not find endearing." Meredith/Cristina femslash.
Author's notes: This happened instead of my Psych essay. Go figure. Constructive feedback would be very much appreciated. Cliched fluff ahead, you have been warned.
Disclaimer: The characters within do not belong to me.
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The first thing she heard was a shrill beep. The next was a moan of agony. The dull thud of objects crashing to the floor, and what sounded like a muffled curse followed, the screeching beep blaring constantly on in the background.
Then, silence.
Cristina cracked an eye open, blinking in the dim early morning light. If she had to think of one good thing about her relationship with Burke, it was that it had taught her to get up promptly when needed.
From the look of the lump next to her, Shepard had not passed this quality along to Meredith. Smirking, Cristina sat up, causing the blankets to shift off of them both.
"Mmmstooop," Meredith whined from somewhere behind her pillow.
Cristina nudged her with an elbow. "Come on, get up."
"Goway," Meredith ordered in a pathetic voice that Cristina sure as hell did not find endearing.
"Mere, come on." Another jab to the shoulder and Meredith recoiled, sliding across the bed. "Oh, now you stay on your side," Cristina muttered derisively, getting to her feet. How had she not noticed this side of Meredith when she'd stayed over in the past?
Meredith ignored her. "Cr'stina. Sh'tup."
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From far away, she heard the hiss of the shower starting. Sighing in ecstasy, Meredith fumbled for the blanket without opening her eyes. It was about time…
Suddenly, someone was kissing her neck. Terrycloth grazed her bare arm as the soapy sent of wet hair assaulted her. All the while, moist lips continued their ministrations, sliding over the back of her neck. Meredith's next moan was not out of discomfort.
She rolled over, reaching blindly for her assailant, pulling them clumsily to her lips. Their breath had the cool bite of mint, counteracting the feelings their lips were causing in Meredith's stomach. Her tongue darted out, being surrounded by mint as it tangled with Cristina's.
Meredith's hands drifted up, sliding through wet hair. Cristina's skin was damp through the towel - the towel that was the only thing separating them. Growing frantic, Meredith's hands flew down Cristina's upper body, clawing at the annoying cloth.
Cristina laughed as she trailed searing kisses down the side of Meredith's face. "I always win."
The moment was broken. Meredith jerked away as though she'd been shocked, blinking in an attempt to adjust to the light and clear her head at the same time.
"That is not fair," she decided, scrambling off the bed.
"Whoever said I played fair?" Cristina countered, still smirking infuriatingly at her.
"You're getting my sheets wet, Meredith snarled, walking into the bathroom.
"Like they weren't worse last night," Cristina interjected. Meredith did not have to look to know an eye roll accompanied that statement.
Wordlessly, she turned on the shower, not willing to admit Cristina was right.
From the way Cristina smirks at her for the rest of the morning however, Meredith is pretty sure she knows regardless.
Damn it.