Bad Habits 3
Nothin' happens after two, it's true
My bad habits lead to you
"Would you like some help getting out of those clothes, babygirl?" Addison offers.
Meredith nods slowly, taking Addison's lustful expression as she devours Meredith from the outside in, with her gaze.
"Yes, please," Meredith reaches for Addison's hand and moves it to the hem of her shirt.
Their fingers brush for a moment, and Meredith barely manages to contain her moan. Addison's fingers are warm and oh-so-soft. She imagines it's Addison's expensive cream, or maybe just her diligence in using it because her hands have not been worn down from the constant schedule of scrubbing the way many surgeons might have been over the years.
Addison steps back for a moment, and Meredith frowns at that.
"Beautiful," Addison sighs, "I just love to look at how gorgeous you are…"
Meredith looks up, and Addison is looking down in awe of her, and Meredith blushes. She wonders how someone so powerful and enigmatic could look at someone so plain as she is and be so impressed at her because she's not all that special, or extraordinary, or anything, and-
"Here," Addison steps closer again, and she leans down to plant a series of kisses down Meredith's neck, and her shoulders, as she slides her bra straps down her arms, and Meredith untangles her hands from them. Meredith shivers at each of the kisses, and has to resist the urge to pin Addison's head down at her neck so that she'll just stay there, and kiss her there harder and harder (because Meredith secretly wishes she'd bite her there… Hard… But she knows that she'll have to wait patiently for that to happen).
Addison presses her front against Meredith's in order to reach around her to unclasp her bra expertly, and catch it in her hand before it falls to the floor, and then she steps back again for her view.
"I've always loved your breasts," Addison smiles, as she takes Meredith's bra, and she hangs it up in her closet in the space that she's made (temporarily!?) for Meredith's clothes at the end of it.
As much as Meredith's always had the instinct to let clothes go flying in the heat and the lust of things, she knows that Addison's far too mindful of that sort of thing. Even if her bras aren't as lacy or luxurious as Addison's, she appreciates that her lover will always take care of them well, the same way that she always takes care of her, graciously.
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh
My bad habits lead to you
"May I see you?" Meredith asks Addison quietly. She bites her lip, blushing as she waits for Addison's answer.
She knows by now that beggars can't be choosers and that Addison will expose herself at the rate that she feels that she's up to it, for her.
"You may," Addison smiles, without an ounce of hesitation in her voice, and Meredith beams at her.
The first few times that they'd done this, Addison had been hesitant to undress in front of her because she was so insecure about her own body (which continues to baffle Meredith to no end because Addison is a freakin' goddess, even if she self-proclaims that her hips are too wide, or perhaps that her proportions are 'gangly,' and/or 'unladylike,' and Meredith seriously wants to punch out whoever instilled all of those insecurities into her).
"Ohmygosh-" Meredith groans as she watches Addison release her own bra, allowing the outline of her breasts falling in her shirt to be seen just for her.
It feels like a private viewing party of one.
It makes Meredith feel eternally special.
(Addison always makes her feel special, just because she's with Addison).
Addison bites her own lip nervously before she takes the plunge and finally raises her shirt above her head, crossing her arms in the process and allowing Meredith to admire her toned abs and biceps, and triceps, and Addison totally went to the gym this week or went for a run or did yoga or something because her muscles are rippling and Meredith is wetting her lips at them and it takes everything in her not to just dive in right away and just lick up and down Addison's entire body.
Once the shirt is off and untangled, Addison hangs it up in the closet next to Meredith's bra on a padded hanger, and then she wanders back over to Meredith again, next to the bed.
"I'm a bit anxious," Addison confesses all of a sudden.
"Yeah?" says Meredith, as she leans her head over to rest atop Addison's shoulder.
"I know that you're not judging me or anything, it's just that… well, you know how I feel about people seeing me naked," says Addison.
"I do," Meredith nods into the crook of Addison's neck. "I hear that, and I know that there's nothing that I can say to make that all go away, Addie, but I'll say it anyway… You're so stunning and beautiful and gorgeous and maybe you see just your flaws, but I can see everything and I see all the good parts and even what you call your 'bad sides,' I just see YOU, and it's so sexy…" Meredith rambles (she always seems to ramble like this, around Addison).
"Thanks, Meredith," Addison smiles, as she pats Meredith's head, and Meredith purrs.
Addison relaxes, and in turn, Meredith relaxes into Addison's arms, as she envelops her, and she continues to stroke over Meredith's back, and her shoulders, and around her hair.
"If I smell bad it's because I only took a shower yesterday, and then we had work, and then I went right to the bar and so yeah-" says Meredith quickly, as she can feel Addison leaning in, sniffing the very top of her head.
"It smells like you," says Addison quietly. "And I really like that."
"Okay," says Meredith, as she sighs contentedly, and Addison continues to feel her, and touch her.
Meredith supposes that she gets it then, because she does in turn, really like the way that the top of Addison's head smells as well. It's just so pure, it's her essence, and it's so very attractive (so very wildly attractive!)... Meredith figures that she's definitely addicted to it by now and that there's no sort of antidote that she can take to absolve her of that.
(Not that she would ever want to, or need to, as long as Addison wants her).
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh
When Addison starts kissing the crest of Meredith's neck, Meredith's hands instinctively wrap themselves around the firm structure of Addison's back, with her fingertips barely grazing the ends of Addison's red, red hair that she loves so very very much.
Addison nods approvingly, and Meredith allows her desire to take over her actions again, as she slides off of the end of the bed so that she can crawl up into Addison's lap, with her legs spread out, straddled on either side of it.
She smirks, deliciously, as she smiles to herself with the satisfaction of Addison's uncontrolled whimper as her hips press Addison's lower body into the top duvet, and her hips reflexively grind themselves into Addison's pelvis.
"So eager," Addison smirks at her, regaining her confidence, and her comfortable dominating sexual persona.
"Always-" Meredith gasps into Addison's ear as she continues to grind into Addison, finding herself the right friction after a couple of tries, as she's stimulating her clit through her soaking-wet panties, and her skinny jeans.
Addison nods and smiles, and she tangles her own hands into Meredith's hair, as she licks a long stripe up to Meredith's lips, and then they're kissing again, and then Meredith is opening her mouth up for Addison, and Addison is sliding her tongue into Meredith's mouth, and then Meredith is sucking on it. And then, Meredith knows that she's moaning very very very loudly because Addison is tugging lightly onto her hair, and then she's groaning from very deep in her belly, and she's panting now because Addison is so good with her hands, and her lips, and her tongue and she's making Meredith wanna fuck herself on top of Addison's body just because she's so overly eager, and always excited about her.
It's good for Addison too, and Meredith knows that because Addison's hips are also bucking up into her, from time to time, as much as Addison tries to control them. It's involuntary on her part; it's just a physiological reaction that happens once Meredith's legs hit her clit through their pants, and as much as Meredith would like to just reach her hand down there so that she can touch Addison pure in her heat, she knows Addison better than that, and she knows that that's only something that Addison would be comfortable with far later on, into their evening.
She had let Meredith play around for a second while they were at Joe's because she had planned to relocate them both for more privacy, and now that they've reached it, they're taking things slowly at a torturous pace because they both just want to savor each other for as long as they can prolong this amazing, and mutual pleasurable experience.
Addison is sturdy in her posture, and Meredith finds that incredibly attractive.
She doesn't try to topple Addison over, because she knows for a fact that Addison hates that.
She'd tried that one time, a few months ago, with Meredith tackling her to to the bed, and it had ended in some initial tears on both of their parts, because Addison had frozen up, and Meredith had felt bad about it, even though it had absolutely been an accident, and Addison hadn't really known well enough to warn her, and Meredith hadn't thought of how that could startle someone.
As it turned out, Addison had had prior experiences of having been pinned down before by her partners, and it had taught her that she wasn't ready to have anyone else, even someone as light and as pliant as Meredith attempt to submit her in that way, and therefore she kept them in their full upright position (just like their airplane tray tables whilst the plane had been taking off and landing!) because that's how Addison enjoyed operating.
At the moment, Addison had been enjoying operating her mouth, and her teeth, and her tongue onto Meredith's shoulder blades, and then Meredith had started to tilt her head further and further towards the side, hoping that Addison would, in turn, take the hint, and perhaps move her mouth upwards, ideally all the way to her earlobe, because that's what Meredith absolutely enjoys the most.
But of course, Addison already knows that about her, too, and she's not ready to give that experience over to Meredith at this very moment (she'll just have to wait up for that).
"Can you…" Meredith opens her eyes so that she can stare up into Addison's again, because she had had them closed while they had been making out and just kissing, and now that Addison's are opening up and they're looking into Meredith's, Meredith almost (almost!) feels like confessing more and more of her fantasies to seek out some action from Addison, but she knows that maybe now isn't really the time for that, because she knows that Addison already has her own plan for her, for her warm-up, and that she trusts Addison's judgment absolutely.
"I can," Addison says, as she smiles, and she lifts Meredith firmly into her arms, and she flips them over onto the bed, with a 'woosh,' and then she's straddling Meredith, and Meredith is now looking up at her, adoringly.
"Are you…" Meredith gestures for her to do something (anything), to start teasing her, maybe even perhaps consensually torturing her, toying with her, playing with her, and making her moan out for her like the little slut that she is (but only for Addison! In her own words! By her very own description!), before she hopes and prays that Addison might be ready for her to finally start reciprocating some of her actions for her to pleasure her, too.
"Are YOU ready?" asks Addison.
"Yes!" says Meredith, while she's nodding affirmatively.
"Well that's excellent, my sweet babygirl," Addison smiles, as she kisses Meredith delicately on her right cheekbone before she whispers… "Because I've gotten an entire evening prepared for you."
"For us-" says Meredith easily.
"For us," Addison beams at her, and Meredith giggles with lightness.
"And how does this evening of activities begin then?" Meredith quirks an eyebrow up at her, as she inquires.
"It begins very very very slowly and gently… with… this..." Addison whispers into Meredith's ear before she finally (finally!) nibbles upon it (and Meredith screams out at the erotic pleasure of just that, alone, evidently).
We took the long way 'round