A/N based loosely around 15x15, just a bit of fun to get me writing again. Thoughts and comments greatly appreciated.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off of Meredith's shoulders as she officially told Alex about her relationship with Andrew, the two of them had been keeping things on the down low when their paths crossed in the hospital but it was getting extremely hard to hide it any longer.
Andrew put his name down for many of her surgeries lately, he became a crucial part of her team, not that Meredith ever felt like complaining. He was always two steps ahead of any other resident, in all honesty there was barely any talking most of the time, the two of them so in sync that it never really required any. As for the glances across the table, those were deadly. Andrew's dark eyes would often meet hers, a non-verbal signal that set Meredith's whole body alight. She didn't know where all these feelings had suddenly emerged from but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them slip away.
Meredith wandered down the quiet hallway towards the elevator, pulling out her phone to send Andrew a page to meet her in the attendings lounge. She was feeling brave and as Alex said, their relationship needed reporting to HR as a precautionary measure. Andrew approached the window checking to see if she was inside and a small smile graced his lips as he saw her.
"Dr. Grey, you paged." He spoke, as formal as ever. Double checking the room for any other personnel. They were alone much to his delight.
She looked up a little from the relationship papers she was holding, her face lighting up when she saw him approaching. "Hey, I did yeah." Andrew sat beside her and lifted his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his firm figure. He was instantly comforting; Meredith had shed her lab coat and was beginning to feel a little chilly. "So… we need to fill in this form."
"What's that?" Andrew questioned. He leaned across to gently kiss her temple, his stethoscope digging into Meredith's arm. She reached out to pull it from his neck and disposed of it across the back of the sofa. "Oh…" Andrew finally realized the context of the papers and bit his lip to try and conceal his smirk. "So, we're official?"
"I guess we are." Meredith whispered, looking back at the face that was becoming increasingly harder to resist. His lips were never not tempting and after being so out of practice for so long she now found herself wanting to practice all the damn time.
His lips found hers, for just a few sweet seconds until he pulled away, anyone could walk in, after all. "Don't stop." That was Andrew told, he couldn't help but laugh. She tugged at his scrub top to bring him closer, into her personal space so that she could kiss him over and over again, slowly and deeply.
Meredith's cold hands instinctively came into contact with his perfectly sculpted chest, all be it over his top, her hands warmed instantly from the heat that his body radiated. She threw her legs over his lap to trap him in one place, not that Andrew minded. Meredith could do pretty much anything to him in that moment and he'd be perfectly content. She was everything that he wanted and he was going to make sure that he savoured each passing second with her.
The scent of her hair was intoxicating as he kissed her from her forehead to her lips, to her neck. If he had to guess the smell of her shampoo he'd say strawberry and vanilla, he'd barely even noticed it before but now there was no way he'd ever forget it. Meredith's eyes darkened with lust at the continued neck kissing, she gathered her hair to one side so that he could get better access, his teeth grazed gently over her skin for a brief second.
His name escaped her lips, "Andrew." She suddenly grasped the back of his head to pull him into her lips. This time with a desperate amount of passion. The type that caused her lips to tingle from the feel of his, the type that within seconds infected her whole body as if he'd put some kind of magic spell over her.
"Oh!" Meredith sighed, slightly pushing at his chest as she began to feel him harden beneath her. "We should..."
"Yeah, we should... Stop" Andrew finished her sentence, the both of them knowing that their make out session needed to be finished in a more private place.
"I want to." Meredith protests in defence.
He smirks, running his hands down leisurely from her shoulders to snake around her waist. "We'll get round to it."
"Soon. I don't care where." She admits, lowering her lips to his ears to whisper, "I can't take the feel of this not being inside me any longer." Her hips circle over his, fully this time. In slow, torturous circles that cause Andrew to take a sharp inhale of air.
"Mer, babe." Babe, she'd never heard him call her that before, she liked it and he was making it even harder for her to resist him but they had Jackson's party to attend.
"Some things are worth the wait, Andrew." And with that she climbed off of his lap and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower, a cold one at that.