Bad Habits 2
Every pure intention ends when the good times start
Fallin' over everything to reach the first time's spark
It's not too far in the cab to get to the Archfield Hotel from the Emerald City Bar.
Meredith knows this (and presumably Addison knows this), and yet, Meredith can still feel the exhaustion of the pent-up desperation that she has for her lover throughout the entire car ride there.
Addison won't let her touch her.
Not in the cab.
And this is not the first time that she's done this.
Even though Addison had been letting her (practically) into her panties all over the bar stool, she won't even let Meredith sit directly next to her while they're driving (because she gets too handsy. Meredith does, that is, and not Addison). Just because they're not touching though, it doesn't mean that there's nothing. It's far more dangerous than nothing, in fact, it might even be far more dangerous than actual fucking.
It's the eye-fucking that gets her. It gets her every time.
Addison's piercing green eyes, with the smirk at the edge of her lips. Her face flushed red from the fondling, and not from the alcohol because she hadn't even consumed any (Meredith realizes by about the third time that this's happened that Addison never actually drinks anything. Mostly because she doesn't ever give her the time to, which ends up suiting Addison fine).
It started under neon lights, and then it all got dark
I only know how to go too far
As Addison watches her, Meredith's own pupils dilate until her eyes are practically blackened. Addison doesn't have any lipstick smeared onto her neck (yet), because she hasn't let Meredith kiss her there (yet), and Meredith can tell that Addison is looking at her neck and smiling at the fact that the burgundy from her custom-made lip product has already been wiped off onto her.
Meredith insists on paying (and tipping!) the cab driver because she tried (and failed!) again at buying her drinks that she never drinks anyway at the bar, and this time she ends up being quicker than Addison at pulling out a twenty (because she's got them hanging out in her pants pockets dangerously, instead of having them properly stored in her hand-crafted leather wallet as Addison does), and she places it in the cab driver's palm before Addison tugs on her coat and they're off again.
My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone
Conversations with a stranger I barely know
The first thing that Addison does to Meredith once she gets her alone in the elevator is that she kisses her.
She kisses her firmly, and soundly, and bruisingly on the lips with their teeth clashing, and their tongues dancing, and their hands wandering wildly all over their bodies, and-
"Ohh-" it's the first thing that Meredith has spoken (read: moaned) since they've arrived here.
And it's the very thing that Addison Montgomery has been waiting all evening to hear...
Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't
I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do
Addison has her pressed up against the wall of the elevator, on the far edge, away from the buttons, and also the corner.
They'd made that mistake before, when Meredith had gotten too excited and had pressed Addison's hip up against the close wall, and before they knew it they were halfway to getting vertigo from all the sudden starting and stopping.
The elevator stops them this time to deposit them directly to the twenty-second floor where Addison has been staying (alone!?) for two months now, and Meredith has been no stranger to, ever since.
"One sec, I have to get my key out," Addison rasps in a husky voice.
"I've got it," Meredith whispers deviously, as she pulls it out of her pocket.
"When-" Addison's face contorts to an (adorable) amused grin, and Meredith takes advantage of Addison's brief moment of weakness to stand up onto her tiptoes and plant a kiss on her chin.
"When you weren't watching," Meredith smirks, and Addison playfully swats at her ass for that.
It lands, the slap lands and it must have been harder than perhaps Addison had originally intended for it to be, or maybe Meredith is just more sensitive than she'd previously known that she was, because the sensation ripples through her entire body, and it's sensational.
"Oh… Satan…" Meredith groans.
Her eyes fly open when she realizes she's said this.
"Satan, huh?" Addison chuckles.
"Satan Speaks," Meredith rasps, as she reaches for Addison's hand, and she tugs it towards her ass again, where she feels it belongs.
"And Satan spanks," Addison winks at Meredith, before she raises her hand, pausing and waiting for Meredith to nod at her before she continues. "She spanks her lover when she's not behaving," Addison smiles with a twisted grin.
"Please-" Meredith whimpers, unable to control her body's urges anymore, and pleading with Addison through her eyes to just do it, to simply punish her like she wants to.
Addison complies, with a nod, and she lands another smack, right on the globes of Meredith's buttocks. Meredith has to cover her mouth with her hand not to scream out with desire as Addison lands another right after, torturing her with the stinging, and later, with the heightened sensitivity.
They're still in the hallway, and they remember that fact really quickly when they hear a 'click,' from the end of the hallway, probably from another patron who is presumably leaving their room to get dinner.
"Inside," says Addison, as she snatches the key away from Meredith's hand, and uses it to open the hotel room door.
"After you," says Meredith, as she waves Addison in, and she follows her, blonde strands of hair tangling and untangling with red ones as they tumble into the styled suite.
"Now…" says Addison, as she presses Meredith against the back of the doorframe. "Let's have some fun with you… Shall we?"
My bad habits lead to wide eyes starin' at space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
"We shall," Meredith promises, as she tugs on the collars of Addison's fur coat, bringing her closer. The scent of Addison's fancy perfume envelops her, and she closes her eyes for a second, just inhaling it. Meredith thinks she could probably get herself high off of that, not even the perfume itself, just from Addison.
It makes her dizzy in all of the best of ways, turning her into a wanton whore who needs to be fucked badly, with all of her kinks exposed, and all of her eccentricities catered to.
Part of the reason they're (still?!) doing this is because Meredith is tired of having only vanilla lovers, and she imagines that Addison is really fucking tired of having her lovers treat her like a breakable china doll. While Addison may look like a model, with her pale milky skin, and her dainty, manicured fingers, and her fashionable outfits, Meredith is very (secretly) proud of knowing what she imagines only a handful of people might know about her (actually Meredith usually likes to pretend to herself that she's the only one who's ever known this about her); Addison likes to take control with her lovers.
And Meredith is absolutely more than happy to let her.
(She begs for it, actually. And often very, at that).
"Is there anything, in particular, you'd like me to do to you, tonight?" Addison asks Meredith softly, as she pats the bed (her bed!) next to her, softly, and motions for Meredith to sit beside her.
"I uh…" Meredith blushes furiously, and she bites her lip in response.
Her mind flashes back to all the wild and wonderful things that Addison has done for her in the past; like taking her with a strap-on, sometimes from behind. Teasing her endlessly with a vibrator on the lowest setting, and only letting her come when she's screaming out for it. Tying her up, her wrists carefully tied in loose knots with a silk scarf, to Addison's bedposts, as the redhead brings her to orgasm with only her fingers…
"Can you…" Meredith can't even bring herself to say it out loud, it's so embarrassing. It's one of her most intimate and elaborate fantasies, and even with Addison, she's shy about talking about how much she's imagined it.
"Can I…?" Addison waits for her to be ready to answer. She's always patient. She's always so perfectly kind, (and so painfully smart!). It nearly kills Meredith sometimes.
"Umm-" Meredith opens her mouth to speak up, but then she backs out again.
"You don't have to tell me right now if you're not ready for it. We can try something else for now… I always have lots of ideas of things I could do for you, my babygirl," says Addison gently, as she leans over, and smooths over Meredith's face.
"Okay-" says Meredith. "Yeah ah, that would be great," Meredith breathes a sigh of relief, as she watches Addison's eyes crinkling at the sides, showing her how much that Addison is genuinely enjoying her present company.
"How about a warm-up, and then perhaps, I could show you this new little technique I've been working on…?" Addison offers.
"Yes please!" Meredith responds enthusiastically.
"Could you lock the door for me, babygirl? So we can't be interrupted? I don't like having any distractions while I'm focusing all of my energy on pleasuring you," Addison gestures.
Meredith reddens again at having forgotten to click the lock behind her after they'd entered the room, and Addison nods at her once she's walked over and taken care of it.
"Good girl," says Addison, praising her, and making her knees weak, and her legs nearly shake with anticipation.
And that's when Meredith knows in the deepest and darkest corners of her mind that she'll never ever stop coming back for this. No matter how much that Addison gives her, in time, in lust, and in affection, she'll always keep craving her; and she'll always keep coming back to her for more, more, and even more...
And she'll keep on pretending to others that Addison hates her.
Because the only thought she can't fathom is for anyone else to find out (ever!) that Meredith secretly cares about her.
Yeah I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape