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Lost & Found
Meredith Grey isn't the only one who lost her panties the night of the hospital prom. This is the story of when Derek Shepherd finds Addison Montgomery's panties in Meredith's prom dress.
Chapter 12: Before (6)
ADDISON
It would have been different had we been drinking alcohol. But we weren't. So I had no excuse to tell Meredith she was too drunk or I was too drunk to be doing what we were about to start doing.
There was no point in saying I was married. It didn't stop her with my husband. It didn't stop my husband with her. It didn't stop them. Why should it stop us?
"Meredith," I say lustfully.
I know I'm being forward now, but she's looking at me like that and I need to know now if she's really into me.
"Yes, Addison?" Meredith quirks.
"Would you like me to kiss you?" I ask boldly.
"Yes, I would," Meredith replies confidently.
"Wait, what, really!? I exclaim, waving my arms in the air.
"Hey! Were you just messing around!? I was being serious, it's not fair!?" Says Meredith.
"Oh, no I wasn't joking. I was serious. I'm serious. May I kiss you, Meredith?" I ask her.
"Yes, please," says Meredith with a devilish grin.
"Are you sure? Because I am married…" I say sheepishly.
"So is Derek," Meredith shrugs.
"But you're sort of seeing Derek now probably?" I ask again.
"So are you," Meredith shrugs.
"But I was sleeping with Mark?" I say, to warn her that I'm pretty much a terrible person.
"Well, I guess I probably can't say 'so was Derek,' to that. But look, we don't have to play 20 questions about this. I'm well aware of who you are and what you've done and what he's done and what I've done. This is about what we want to do next," Meredith smiles at me.
"Yeah, it would be really interesting if Derek and Mark had actually been sleeping together wouldn't it be?" I chuckle.
"Probably," says Meredith.
"Would that turn you on?" I blurt out to Meredith.
"Enough?" Meredith shrugs. "And you?" Meredith asks me.
"Enough? I don't know. Not nearly as much as you do," I switch back to hitting on Meredith again.
"Well, I do enjoy the art of seduction," Meredith says smoothly.
"Would I be chasing you here? Or are you chasing me?" I squeak out.
"Does it matter if we're already inches away from each other?" Meredith asks as she leans in boldly.
"I suppose it probably does not," I say, grinning in acquiescence at Meredith leaning into me.
"Kiss me. Only if you want to. Of course, I mean I'm still your boss and your teacher and I know that's all complicated and shit and I don't want that to be weird but-" I start to ramble.
"Derek's my teacher too. He's my boss's boss, as are you. It's okay. I get off on it, actually. I have this whole hot-for-teacher thing going on, sort-of like Cristina with Burke," Meredith chuckles.
"I promise I'll never make you lie for me professionally or take credit for any of your future research," I say to her.
"Umm, thanks. I'm not sure why this is your dirty-talk here but I must say that anything that makes your lips and your tongue move is super sexy," says Meredith.
"I just want you to know I'm not going to treat you worse or better just because we're-" I cut myself off but Meredith seems to understand me.
"Good. You're an excellent teacher. I wouldn't want to miss out on anything you have to offer me, both professionally and also…" Meredith says this as she leans in closer to me so her hot breath is warm on the skin beneath my ear.
"Also, I don't want to miss out on taking you out of that prom dress piece by beautiful piece," Meredith says, voice dropping an octave as she nips at my skin with her teeth before pulling away back into her own personal space.
My breath catches again when she slides her hand over my thigh. We're both still in dresses; hers is black and mine is blood red. It's fitting. I'm a sinner. But so is she. And it makes it all the more seductive and tantalizing.
"Do you enjoy the way my hand caresses your legs? Your legs go on for miles. Eons, really. It's impossible how long your legs are…" Meredith husks as she drags her fingertips up and down them.
"Yes," I say. Because I do. And so does she.
"Do you enjoy the way it makes you feel when I run my hand just a little bit higher and a little bit tighter to the inside of your thigh?" Meredith asks me as she presses the palm of her hand to the inside of my leg and I gasp at how turned on I already am.
"Yes," I breathe out. It comes out as a whisper.
"Do you enjoy the way it makes you feel when I stroke the inside of your thigh and keep moving it upwards?" Meredith asks me as she reaches the apex of where my legs meet but she stays just to the side of my center.
"Yes," I say. It comes out as a moan.
"Where would you like me to touch you next, Doctor Montgomery?" Meredith asks with a smirk.
She looks me in the eyes and she knows exactly what she is talking about.
Meredith has dropped the 'Shepherd,' part of my name, calling me by the maiden name I haven't used for myself in years.
It's an offering, and it's also a promise; she's said to me in that sentence that she's not seducing me for my husband or for her boyfriend.
Meredith is seducing me and me alone now.
And it feels fantastic.
"Touch me everywhere. Anywhere. Please," I start begging her.
I'm not usually like this.
I'm not one to beg, much less to beg before I'm even undressed at all.
But Meredith's sweet eyes are boring into my skull, and Meredith's tender fingers are caressing up my sides. And Meredith's lips are just inches away from my own.
"You smell like apricots," Meredith says next and my eyebrows twist in confusion at the sudden topic-change.
"What?!" I say in exclamation, voice squeaky and cracking.
"I'm just saying. It's nice. I really like apricots," Meredith chuckles, recovering much more quickly than I am.
"Oh," I say. "Umm," I mutter. "You smell like lavender," I say because she really does.
"Thanks," Meredith says with her everlasting smirk.
"Do I get to find out what your lips taste like?" I ask her, finally gaining the courage.
"Absolutely," says Meredith. "I bet yours will taste delicious," Meredith says with a sigh.
"I think I want to find out," I say, licking my own lips in anticipation.
"As do I," Meredith says, biting her bottom lip seductively.
Meredith is staring me down to see if I'll crack first and I do.
I lean in, she leans in. I tell her to start kissing me when she wants to.
And then she does.
And I forget everything except her.
And it's the most wonderful feeling to be entirely consumed by the one Meredith Grey.
****** END OF CHAPTER 12
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