Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and fictional places are the property of Shondaland.
A/N: I can't believe I wrote this, but it's for my girls. You know who you are and what you did. Special thanks to B for assisting me with the Italian.
Andrew had finally flopped down on his bed at the end of his long day, quiet music playing, phone in hand. Just as he began scrolling through his Twitter, his phone dinged. It was a message from Meredith. He smiled to himself. He loved that she sent him a regular "good night" text letting him know she was thinking of him. But when he opened this one, he realized it was different.
"Are you home? Alone?"
He cocked an eyebrow. Just who did she think he'd be out with at this hour?
"Yeah, I'm home. All alone. Thinking of you, though."
"That's sweet…. What are you wearing?"
Oh! He liked where this was going.
"Just my comfy sweats. You?"
No answer.
Seconds turned into minutes.
Still no answer. Weird. Maybe one of the kids had needed her attention. Maybe one of her sisters had shown up in crisis. Maybe she had fallen asleep. Too bad.
He sent a message to say, "Goodnight, beautiful" and he went off to brush his teeth. He was just flipping off the lights as he left the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Who in the world would be knocking this late, he wondered?
He pulled the door open, but before he could say a word Meredith slammed into his chest, threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. He was caught off guard, and the force of her impact had caused them to stumble several steps into his apartment, but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and hold them both upright. Her lips left his and made their way down his jaw, his stubble tickling her lips. She was still pushing him backward, and they were now standing in front of his couch.
"Mer, wha-"
"Ti voglio, Andrea," she whispered in his ear with her best Italian accent. "I want you right now."
His stomach lurched, and he was momentarily unable to breath. She caught his earlobe between her teeth for a second and then continued, "I'm tired of waiting." She brought her face back even with his and locked eyes with him.
God, she was beautiful, and he was beyond tired of waiting too.
"The kids?" he asked.
"Amelia is at the house. I told her to stay put and not to bother calling me if there is an emergency." As she said this, she unlocked her arms from around his neck and trailed them down his shirtless chest and across his well-defined abs. Her hands were cold. They simultaneously made him shiver and burn like his skin was on fire. They made their way around his waist and then slid up his back. As they reached his shoulders, she pulled him even closer. Her eyes drifted to his lips for a fraction of a second before colliding with them again. He got lost in the taste of her for a time, but as she started gently nudging him toward the bedroom again, he pulled away.
"Okay, but, Mered-"
"Andrew, why are you still talking?" she asked while giving him an annoyed look.
He gave a low chuckle at her impatience but inclined his head back toward the entrance to his apartment. She looked over her shoulder and giggled when she saw that the front door was still standing wide open. "Oops," she said as she realized that she had come in like such a whirlwind that the door got left open in her wake. She let him go, and he hurried over to close and lock it. By the time he turned back she had removed her trench coat and stood in front of his fireplace in nothing but a little lace and satin number. He stopped in his tracks.
Sweet Jesus, she drove over here like that.
They locked eyes again, and it wasn't the fireplace that was crackling in that moment. He practically ran back to her and caught her up in his arms, lifted her off the ground and crashed their lips back together. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kicking off her shoes as she did, and locked her ankles behind him as he carried her toward the bedroom.
A/N: This got long, so I broke it into chapters. The rest will follow shortly.