Author's Note:

The rating for this one is higher than the last ones.

bobbiejelly


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 14: Before (7)


ADDISON

Meredith Grey's lips are upon mine and her hands are weaved through my hair.

My hands rise up to hold her slender waist and she moves her mouth on mine.

It's experimental and teasing but she knows exactly what she is doing.

I realize I never asked her if she even likes women but that doesn't seem to be a problem at all, here.

Meredith's technique is impeccable and she sucks on my bottom lip ever so gently. My eyes close and open again as her fingers caress my scalp soothingly.

"Your lips taste amazing," Meredith says to me between kisses. I try to tell her the same but it comes out as a loud moan as she sucks my lips harder.

"Your kisses feel good," Meredith says as she pulls away and I whine and whimper until she kisses me again, but this time harder.

I open my mouth completely to allow her tongue to swipe past my lips, everything parting and inviting for her because I want her to devour me whole.

"You make me hot," Meredith whispers to me as she explores my mouth with her own. She twists and turns her tongue around mine and I'm holding on so I don't fall off the chair.

I grip onto her harder and she starts kissing me more and I lose myself to the sensations of sights and sounds and an ever-present warmth on my tender lips.

Meredith is moving closer to me and I'm pulling her closer and easing her onto my lap. She straddles me and her feet don't touch the floor but mine do and I brace myself against the chair back again.

When her body presses into mine I gasp again.

Meredith chuckles and I open my eyes to ask her why she is chuckling at me. Is she making fun of me? I wonder why…

"It's just," Meredith laughs again but I realize she's not laughing at me in a bad way because she reaches up to squeeze my cheeks and tells me that I'm apparently adorable.

"You react with these sweet little moans and sounds when I touch you and it's so endearing," says Meredith.

I giggle.

It's like I'm 21 again and just having a first date or something like that because I'm giggling out of my mind and Meredith is giggling and I can't look away.

Meredith looks into my eyes and I look into hers and I tell her how much I like kissing her.

"You know those sprinklers they put on cakes?" I begin.

"No?" Says Meredith, looking at me like I have ten heads all of a sudden.

"Well, you know, the ones that can come in shapes and you light one end of them and they fizzle and light up and burn and it's sort of like a magic wand when you wave them around?" I elaborate.

"Oh, sparklers, you mean!" Exclaims Meredith.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. So you know sparklers?" I say.

"Yeah?" Asks Meredith, still on my lap and brushing my hair from my face and looking at me as if she's not sure where I am going with this…

"Well, kissing you is like a sparkler. It's bright and light and like it's on top of a cake," I explain.

I realize I'm gushing here. Wow. Really gushing. So much for subtle. Oh well. Nope. Not subtle at all.

"Oh!" Says Meredith once she realizes what I'm talking about.

"Yeah, it's because… I think you sparkle, Meredith," I grin looking up at her.

It should probably be wrong to say this, seeing as she slept with my husband an hour ago but we've had an unspoken agreement not to talk about that part somehow and she's just kissed me in a way that's making my world spin in other directions.

Actually, I'm not sure that's possible, nor a proper metaphor.

(Maybe I'm spinning off of my axis?).

"I sparkle? Meredith giggles this time.

"Yeah," I say. "You sparkle. Your eyes crinkle and sparkle and you light up… A lot of things…" I finally say.

"Well, I am wearing rhinestones," Meredith giggles.

"Oh, I mean yeah, your dress sparkles also. Mine does, too, I think. I'm not sure these are rhinestones because I'm not sure this designer uses them but what I meant is that you sparkle because YOU sparkle not just your outfit, which is also fabulous," and now I realize I'm rambling.

"I've never kissed someone before that made me feel like the top of a cake," I say rather incoherently.

"Is this related to the sparkler thing?" Meredith asks me.

"Yeah," I say back.

"So am I the sparkler or the cake in this analogy?" Meredith asks me.

"Both?" I shrug because I can't seem to figure it out. But this time it's Meredith who starts to talk.

"When I kiss you, Addison, I feel like the crackle of the fireplace in houses that are fancy enough to have those. It's kindling. It's kinship. I'm not really sure," she explains sweetly and I swoon.

"Wait, am I the wood here? Or the fireplace? Or the fire?" I try to figure out all of these metaphors.

"You're… I'm not sure. Look, kissing you is really great and I've never felt like it's the crackle of a campfire inside me when I kissed someone before. It's a good thing. It makes me want to kiss you all over again," Meredith finally says.

"Will you? Please?" I beg of her.

"I will," Meredith says softly as she leans in again.

This time I breathe in heavily as she kisses my lips and moves off of my mouth to kiss my jaw and caress down to my trachea to place gentle kisses before moving southward.

Every place her lips contact my flesh I can feel a hum of desire forming deeper and deeper.

"Addison, do you want me to avoid leaving marks? Or can I? Or how careful do you want me to be?" Meredith asks me.

My eyes fly open again and I grumble she's stopped kissing me and then I realize what she's asking about here. Meredith is asking me if she can leave me hickeys and it takes everything rational in me to sigh and tell her it's probably not a good idea.

"Okay, I'll be gentle. I'll be very gentle," Meredith says as she nods towards my neck.

I nod back at her as I sigh frustratedly. I love having my neck caressed deeply and I'm suddenly annoyed I can't let her have her way with me completely. Maybe someday? Maybe?

Meredith leans back in and kisses my neck all over tender and soft. She opens her lips and teases with her tongue but she never sucks hard or grazes her teeth or bites anywhere.

I whine because I want more of her but she maintains her control impressively and instead of kissing me too roughly she starts allowing her hands to wander down all of my body again.

Meredith's hands run down my back and my sides and on my stomach and through my hair all again. I feel her touch all at once and it sends me into a frenzy.

It's been ages since I've had sex and a very, very, very long time since I've had good sex. And I haven't felt this turned on in my life and I can feel my body preparing for the deepest intimate contact.

It's ironic that her touch is so hot that I shiver. I start to quiver and shake and she's just teasing me now and I know it. Meredith is suckling on my earlobe and never biting it and I'm throwing my head back and gripping onto her hips for dear life.

"I'm someone you could get to know and love," Meredith says to me and I try to reply but I can't even speak because I'm speechless.

"That's what Derek said to me when he met me," Meredith explains and my heart drops ten feet because I thought she was talking about me, here.

"He was wrong though. Or at least, partially. I got to know him and I grew to know and love him. But then he hid you and I could never really trust him right. And you never lied to me. You told me the truth that first day. And when I met you I thought you could be someone I could get to know and love. You never said it. You never had to. It just happened for me that way," Meredith finally explains this to me and I realize she was talking about me all along.

"He still loves you. Derek does. I can tell," I say because I want her to know all her options here no matter how much it pains me.

"I know. But I don't love him. But I'm starting to like you more and more, Addison," Meredith says to me.

"I'm starting to like you more and more also," I nod at her because it's the truth no matter how much I could try to deny it.

"Addison, I-" Meredith begins saying a lot of things but I can't bear to hear all of these bittersweet nothings anymore so I seal my lips to hers again and she presses into my touch.

"Meredith, please. If you want to, I want you to have your way with me. Take your time. Give me sex if you want. I need you. You drive me wild and I'm all hot and ready for you. Even if this ends up being only tonight it's all I've been thinking about, you getting us out of these clothes and seeing me for who I am. I'm not near perfect but I want you to know me. And I want to know you, in return," I explain.

"I want to show you how you can feel good and I want to show you how much you matter and I want to show you how I feel about you," Meredith whispers into my ear as she keeps holding onto my body.

"Meredith, this sounds lovely and all, I'm at the brink here and I need you to make good on those promises. I need you to fuck me. Now. Seriously. Unless you don't want to and that's okay but just-"

Meredith cuts me off with a kiss and she hops off of me and ushers me to get up so we can move to somewhere else.

"This is my room by the way. I have a room at Cristina's secret hideout. This is my bed so you don't need to have a hematoma about whose space this actually is," Meredith says as she guides me to her bed at Yang's apartment-but-not-only-apartment.

"Are you coming!?" I ask her as I lie down on the bed and she watches me from the doorframe.

"I am, and you'll be 'coming,' now soon enough if you want," Meredith chuckles and I chuckle and I see her chest rise and fall in laughter before she keeps going, her voice as smooth and soothing as silk.

"Addison, I'm only waiting here for a second because I just wanted to watch you lie down and wait for me. I could watch you forever the way you look up at me. I just want to capture the moment when I need you more than anything. And I just hope it lasts longer than we can even imagine…"


****** END OF CHAPTER 14


Author's Note:

This one goes out to the people who pleaded for another chapter as I finished writing another chapter. Do you enjoy this semi-romantic sexiness/fluff? It's nice alongside all of this angst…

bobbiejelly


Feel free to check out these while you wait for more of this story:

Falling Apart, Barely Breathing

Soothe

Second Person (The Diary of Addison Montgomery)

See you soon in the comments,

bobbiejelly