Fantastic Fantasies
Things progress along these same lines for a few days, weeks, months(?).
Usually, it involves one of them initiating sex, and the other one reciprocating, all the while both of them are bickering, and trying to achieve the upper hand.
It's pretty standard, until Meredith's half-sister (who she's never met before, and didn't even know about), is admitted to the hospital. Addison operates on, and saves her baby while Meredith does her best to avoid her father.
Not that Addison's worried or anything.
Addison just sees Meredith obliterating some cast material in the orthopedic lab.
It's not because Addison cares about her or something. It's because Meredith looks angry, and she's taking it out on those cast remnants, and a part of Addison wishes that the blonde was taking it out on her, instead. A horny part of it. Yeah, a really kinky and horny and twisted part of her sees the way that Meredith is lashing out on those morsels of hardened plaster and wishes she was lashing it all out on her.
Addison enjoys pain.
Yeah, that sounds a bit better, right?
Now Addison just had to get past Callie.
"Hey," says Addison, as she knocks on the ortho room door. Addison walks on in, and Meredith keeps smashing the cast pieces, as if she doesn't even see her.
It only makes Addison angrier.
"Can I borrow Grey for a moment?" Addison presses.
"Sure," says Callie, shrugging. They might not be friends yet, but they're not unfriendly colleagues. And Addison is an Attending, and Callie just a Resident, and she's not going to say no to an Attending physician today.
Meredith stops smashing long enough to hand the mallet to Callie, who gives her a look but Meredith ignores it, and ignores the staring from Izzie, and follows Addison out of the room.
Addison leads her by the arm to an abandoned hallway, before Addison looks left and right before she leans in to speak with Meredith through hushed whispers.
"Are you okay?"
"Just peachy."
"Are you sure?" Addison asks her.
"Yep," says Meredith, popping the 'p,' for effect.
"The way you were disintegrating that casting material really suggests otherwise."
"I'm cleaning up."
"Cleaning?"
"Yeah. Callie asked me to."
"And are you learning anything?" says Addison impatiently.
"Sure I am," Meredith crosses her arms, and glowers at Addison.
"Really?"
"Or, I was, until you interrupted me. Can I go?"
"Are you sure you're good, Grey?"
"Why, because you're my shrink? Because you know I have tequila for that," Meredith scoffs.
"I'm just seeing if you're good, that's all," Addison crosses her own arms in front of her chest defensively.
"Is this about you," says Meredith?
"No, this is about you," says Addison.
"Fine," says Meredith, as she brushes Addison's arm away. "I'll get back to it then."
Addison's temper rises as Meredith stalks off again, her arms flailing out, and her fists clenched. She's clearly not okay (not that it matters to Addison), and she's clearly not going to talk to Addison about it (not that she was asking her to in the first place).
So Addison just stands there, and watches her storm off for a moment before she runs ahead and corners Meredith before she leaves the hallway.
"Look, I'm here because you seem a bit wild and freaked out right now, and that's not what we need when you're with patients," says Addison. "So I'm not letting you go back until you've cooled off a little."
"Oh, this is about the patients now, huh?" says Meredith. "Because you know what I think?" says Meredith, as she backs Addison into a corner, and presses forward until she hears Addison's breath catch.
"I think it was just leftover casting material that Callie asked me to clear up. And I'm not gonna go smacking around any patients, and I'm not gonna take out my problems on them. And if you think so low of me then you can go right to hell, because it isn't your service I was on at the moment, and so you can stay out of my business," says Meredith.
"Oh, you watch your attitude," says Addison.
"I'm an Attending, and you are an Intern. And they're all of our patients. It's my business, because this is my job, Grey," says Addison.
"Huh, and you're doing a great job of that," Meredith rolls her eyes at the redhead. "And besides which, you're only saying this to me right now because you're my sex cow. You wouldn't be stalking me otherwise," Meredith grunts.
"You were screaming for the whole hallway to hear, I was hardly stalking," says Addison. "And don't call me a cow," says Addison. "It's quite rude."
"You're rude," says Meredith. "And you like me calling you that," Meredith smirks, and presses her body flush against Addison's.
Addison squirms to try to get more contact from Meredith, as she feels her heart rate accelerating and a flush crawling up her neck.
"Sex cow," Meredith hisses.
Addison stiffens at Meredith's words, biting her tongue not to make a sound as she tries to shove Meredith away from her as the insults light her up at her core.
"Is this what this is actually about?" Meredith enlightens herself to Addison's inner motives.
"No," Addison deadpans, but she avoids looking in Meredith's eyes.
Meredith smirks, and jostles Addison as she speaks. "You want this, you want me like this. You saw me rage and you just want a piece of me. You sick whore," says Meredith, as she pulls on Addison's coat.
Addison gasps, and she doesn't say a word as Meredith continues her onslaught.
"This turns you on, doesn't it?" Meredith says to her.
Addison doesn't answer, and Meredith steps on her toe.
"Ow-" Addison yelps.
"Answer me-" Meredith threatened to step on Addison's toe again.
She's angry. Addison's angry. She's angry at Meredith for cornering her, and she's even angrier at herself for submitting to her like this. She's a doctor. She's a professional. And Meredith is her colleague, and their 'arrangement,' shouldn't be interfering with their work like this.
What the hell is she doing here? Provoking Meredith so that she'll touch her. Tease her. Fuck her.
Hope that Meredith will lead her away from here, and replace her strikes on her skin.
"You know, you could have just said you want to get laid. It would have been a whole lot simpler," Meredith taunts her.
"I never said that," says Addison, but it's shallow, and they both know it.
When Addison opens her eyes, and she sees Meredith's she sees the lust in them. She sees the hunger, and she feels a bit better knowing that this thing that they have going on with each other at least isn't one-sided.
Meredith needs her as much as Addison needs her back.
Wants her, desires her, craves her.
"Oh, but your body did," says Meredith, as she steps away from Addison completely, lets her suffer from a momentary withdrawal from her touch, making her make the first move again.
Addison pants for a few seconds, trying to regain her composure before she reacts to the situation.
She could walk away now, pretend that none of this ever happened. Pretend that Meredith snipping at her didn't make her hot, pretend that Meredith's breath on her chest didn't make her sweat, and shake, and ache for Meredith to just take her in the damn hallway.
Addison wants to, she wants to forget the way that Meredith turns her on, makes her crazy. She wants to have 'normal sex,' with her 'normal,' husband, and she wants to stop sneaking around the hospital with a woman whose dog she chases at six in the morning, and whose family(?) is only three doors away from them right now.
But mostly, Addison just really wants to get nailed right now.
She's come this far, she might as well go all the way.
"Fine," Addison caves, as she rolls her eyes at the blonde. "Have it your way."
"Oh, but I think that it's yours," Meredith says in a fake-peppy tone, and she leads Addison through the hallways until they find a way out.
Addison scoffs, even though she's getting what she doesn't care to admit she wanted.
"Go in," Meredith gestures to the now-empty orthopedic room.
"In here," Addison frets.
"It's what you wanted, right?" Meredith arches her eyebrow at Addison.
"Now you're just being presumptuous," says Addison.
She follows her in any way.
"Against the wall for me," Meredith commands Addison.
Wordlessly, Addison loses all rebuttal, and places both of her palms against the wall.
She spreads her legs, and leans her head down. And then she waits for whatever Meredith has coming for her.
"You want me to, don't you," Meredith says with a surprising tenderness that Addison will swear later that she'd just been imagining it.
"You want me to hit you. You want me to punish you. You saw me, with that mallet. And now you want me to strike you, because deep inside you want to be punished," Meredith continues.
Addison gasps, but she doesn't answer.
"Answer me," Meredith whispers.
"Yes-" Addison whispers back.
"I can't hear you," says Meredith.
"Yes," Addison says, her throat ragged.
"If it's too much, or if you want me to stop, then you can tell me your safe word and I'll respect that," says Meredith, as she tucks a piece of hair behind Addison's ear.
"Pineapple. My safe word is pineapple," says Addison.
"What kind of- oh whatever," says Meredith, as she checks that the door is locked behind them, and that the blinds are closed.
"Please-" Addison begs in one syllable, her body just a bundle of nerves needing Meredith to take the edge off.
"I'm going to spank you," Meredith hisses, as she unzips Addison's dress. She pulls it over Addison's shoulders, and hangs it on the nearby table, before she comes back to Addison, and unzips her bra.
And lastly, she brings down Addison's panties, so that she's completely naked in front of her.
Meredith admires Addison.
She's got a gorgeous body, luscious curves, and she's especially attractive when she's dripping in front of her, curling around her fingers, wordlessly begging for more of her touch.
"Now-" says Meredith. "Let us begin."
Meredith starts with one slap to Addison's ass, her palm open, her strike clean and precise. It lands on one of the globes of Addison's toned buttox, and when Addison receives it, she moans louder than Meredith has ever heard her moan before.
It gives Meredith energy, power. Fuels her much more than the hatred ever did. While Meredith strikes Addison, she forgets about fighting with her friends. Forgets about her father's new family. Forgets that her mother can hardly remember that she exists.
When Meredith lays a hand to Addison, she fulfills her own fantasies, yes, but also Addison's. And that's the magic part.
Each time Meredith slaps Addison, she gushes even more wetness until she can feel it dripping down her thighs.
Once Addison gets to that point, Meredith goes in with her teeth, palming Addison's figure, and biting the places that she's just hit with her hand.
If the auditory experience tells her anything, it's that she's on the right track because each time that Meredith leaves teeth marks, Addison groans, and tightens her grip against the wall.
She's subdued now.
Addison is subdued under her control so she's not fighting her anymore. She's not speaking to her anymore, at this point. Not even bothering to beg for what she wants.
The sounds escaping Addison's mouth are all incoherent, but Meredith understands them all perfectly.
When Addison lets her hands slide further down the wall, Meredith slides her body into Addison's.
Addison gasps, and groans, and pushes herself back into the blonde, who just pushes her back into the wall.
The clothes are rough against Addison's bare skin, but Meredith makes no move to remove them, enjoying the imbalance of being fully dressed, with her prey still fully exposed.
That's when the touching starts, with Meredith's hands wandering over Addison, who is still obediently unmoving.
Meredith just enjoys the way Addison's skin feels. Soft, and warm, and tender. She caresses it, worships it. Squeezes it just hard enough to give Addison pressure. Then, when she's sure that Addison cannot take any additional teasing, she offers to go in.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Meredith proposes.
Addison gulps. She knows that saying 'yes,' so soon will come at a price.
"Yes," says Addison anyway.
"Tell me how much you wanted this. How much you want me. How much you need me," Meredith insists.
"No," says Addison.
"Then I'm walking away," Meredith threatens, and she takes her hands off of Addison completely.
"No, you're not," Addison shrieks.
"Yeah, I am," Meredith shrugs, as she walks towards the door.
Truthfully, she's bluffing. She knows that Addison wants her as much as she wants the redhead. Addison will beg, and she'll give in.
And then they'll have hot, hot sex.
And it'll be awesome.
"Come back," Addison caves. "Come back," she sighs.
"Tell me," says Meredith, turning to face her again.
"I wanted this. I want this. I want you," says Addison. "My body throbs for you. When I come, I think about you, even though you're not here…" Addison trails off for a moment. "But you want me too," says Addison. "You want this as much as I do."
Meredith bites her lip.
She wasn't expecting that. Wasn't expecting Addison to be calling her out on her shit.
She fucks Addison, it's her thing. She gets off on it, Addison gets off on it. So they get off on it, so a lot of things.
But Addison isn't supposed to know how much she enjoys it.
So Meredith does the only thing she knows how.
She slaps Addison's ass again.
"Fuck- Meredith-" Addison cries out, she wasn't expecting that one.
"No backtalk," says Meredith, as she resumes what she was doing. "And just for that, I'm not letting you come first."
"Meredith please- I'm almost there. You've barely touched me, but I'm so wet. I'm so so wet for you, and I'm aching. I just need to-"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No," says Meredith roughly. "Now get on your knees."
Addison does as Meredith says, and drops to her knees, the cold tile chilling the skin of her calves. Addison looks up at Meredith from the floor, and waits for her to tell her what to do next.
"Eat," says Meredith simply, as she takes off her own scrub pants, lets them drop to the floor, and then takes off her pantes.
Addison nods obediently, and places her hands on either side of Meredith's hips. She smirks herself when she sees how wet Meredith is for her. She's not unaffected. She's the furthest thing from it.
All the back and forth is just some elaborate foreplay they have with each other, making Meredith swollen and ready for her, as Addison dives in with her tongue.
Meredith gives a noise of approval, as she weaves her hands through Addison's hair, messing it up (Addison will have to re-style it later).
She then closes her eyes, and throws her head back, and enjoys the feeling of Addison feasting on her.
First Addison gives her long and broad strokes with her tongue, and then she swirls her tongue inside of her. Then, she moves her way back up again, caressing her labia, and working up to her clit.
Meredith grips harder once she's reached it, and she lets out a sharp breath, and maybe a squeak. Addison relishes in it as she tastes Meredith. She tastes Meredith and it drives her wild, makes her come back for more, hardly breathing for air as she wiggles her tongue all over Meredith, settling where the blonde needs her the most.
There's no more teasing.
Addison knows that Meredith doesn't like to be teased, as she pushes a finger into her opening, and then two, and finds a rhythm along with her tongue.
It's sensational, but Meredith keeps herself upright and standing. If she can stand for hours at a time in surgery, she can stand here while Addison gives her oral sex, and she receives it while rocking against the redhead's face.
As Meredith gets closer, she gets even wetter, and Addison slurps it up, Meredith's juices running into Addison's mouth, down her throat.
She sucks on Meredith's clit, soft, and more firmly as Meredith tightens her legs around her, keeping her head in place as she holds onto her orgasm.
And Addison keeps fucking Meredith until she finally can't hold onto it anymore, can't stand it, and it rips through her, her body shaking.
Meredith calls out as she comes, and Addison enjoys it.
It's one of the few times that Meredith cannot control the sounds that leave her. Once of the few times she's exposed.
Meredith moans, and she comes a second time, right in a row, and Addison swallows that one too, her lips sucking Meredith's clit, and cleaning Meredith up until she's too sensitive, and she's pushing Addison's head away.
Neither of them says a word while Meredith catches her breath, and so does Addison, for different reasons.
Addison stays on her knees, leaning against Meredith's thighs until Meredith pulls her up again, kissing her hard so she can taste herself on the redhead's lips.
And then she reaches down to slide a finger into Addison, who finally, finally, gets some relief from it.
Addison rocks onto Meredith's one finger, and she backs herself into the wall again, her behind slamming against the wall, her skin still red, so it stings a whole lot, but Addison welcomes it.
She welcomes it as Meredith keeps kissing her, and touching her breasts, and touching her clit with her thumb when she whimpers.
She welcomes it when Meredith uses her tongue, and caresses her lips, and sucks on her jaw, and her neck, and behind her ears.
Addison welcomes it when Meredith slips another finger in, and moves her second hand down to stimulate her clit until she's on the brink, and squeezing her eyes shut and savoring it until she pushes herself over the edge with a buck of her hips, bringing Meredith's fingers to hit her g-spot.
When she comes Addison freezes, and clings to Meredith's back, scratching it down the center, and then her hands fall at Meredith's sides.
The pleasure runs through her whole body, and she sucks on Meredith's lips, and leans her back into the wall, and she luxuriates in the sensation of pulsing with Meredith's fingers still inside of her, and Meredith's other hand still rubbing circles around her clit.
Addison stays like that until she can't anymore, and she collapses into Meredith's arms, and the blonde collapses down with her against the door.
And then when they both can't stand up anymore, they keep kissing each other. And they just keep kissing each other, lying there on the floor.
***** END OF CHAPTER 6