Meredith was glad Cristina had brought the car instead of her bike. She strapped herself in and looked at her friend. Cristina hated mornings probably more than she did, but she needed to ask her, and now might be the only time today they were alone.

"So I need you to write me a prescription for birth control pills," she jumped in.

Cristina didn't even look at her. "I am so not giving you a vaginal exam Meredith."

"Ewww, I don't want an exam, hence why I'm asking you to give me the pills." She explained.

"I don't think so." Cristina replied.

"Why not? I need them, and I'm asking you."

"Because I said so. Go see a gynie or something."

Meredith raised her eyebrows, Cristina looked at her, "You know Addison isn't the only G-Y-N at Seattle Grace. Go see one of the others."

"Again, Ewww. I wouldn't see Dreyfuss if I was dying, and that O'Toole is just creepy. C'mon Cristina, I don't want an exam."

"Even if it wasn't wrong, I wouldn't give you a license to have McDreamy sex all over the hospital."

"I'm not…"

Cristina gave her the evil eye. "Don't even lie to me Meredith. You have sex oozing out of your pores. You had sex so many times this weekend that it's a wonder you can walk. Everyone is having sex, but me. "

"Burke's mother still?" Meredith asked incredulously.

"I'm going to hire a hit man, she says she's going to stay with Burke at home, when he gets released".

Meredith smiled sympathetically. "Maybe Burke will grow a pair and tell her to lay off."

"I doubt it." Cristina quipped.

"Please write me a prescription." Meredith begged. "I can't ask George, or Izzie obviously. And really do you want me to indebt myself to Alex?"

"Oh whatever! Honestly Mer you're impossible. What happened to dating but not having sex? What's wrong with condoms?"

"Do you and Burke use condoms?" Meredith asked.

"No, but we don't have sex with wives and best friends and boys from bars either."

Meredith winced, Cristina was not in a good mood. "Never mind, I'll ask Alex."

"Ask me what?" Alex asked walking up between the two of them in the parking lot. He draped his arms around both women's shoulders.

Cristina shrugged him off, "gross your hand touched my boob."

"You know you loved it." He said cockily.

"Why can't I be in my car so I can run him over?" Cristina asked rhetorically.

"Alex, I need a umm, well a ,"

"She wants you to write her a prescription for birth control pills so she can do McDreamy anytime she wants to, and she doesn't want you to look at her puss." Cristina cut in.

"Cristina!" Meredith yelped.

Alex gave her look. He rubbed his hands together greedily. "You want me to write you a prescription without an exam?"

"I don't smoke, I've taken them before, no history of blood clots, or stroke. Are you going to or not?" she asked impatiently.

He whipped out a prescription pad and scribbled, pausing, "Mini- or full?"

"Mini please." He signed it with a flourish and whipped it to her. "Just remember who sponsors your orgasms Grey." He said before he walked off jauntily.

Meredith and Cristina looked at each other and rolled their eyes.