Author's Note:
*Evil Grin*
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 16: Before (8)
ADDISON
Meredith Grey watches me for another minute before she walks into the room. I'm holding my breath as she does because she's still in that black dress and she's still drop-dead gorgeous.
Only this time, the performance is only for me.
"How are you feeling, Addison?" Meredith asks me and my everything melts at her calling me by my name.
"I'm feeling fantastic," I say because I am.
"I'm glad," says Meredith, untensing her shoulders. I realize she might be feeling insecure here, after all, she'd just fucked my husband so she might be wondering if I'm still mad or something. I realize instantly I don't want her to do this only if she feels that she owes me. It wouldn't be right, and I don't want to take advantage of her like that.
"Meredith, you don't have to, you know. You don't have to have sex with me just because you feel guilty, or you want to settle some score, or you pity me. If this is not something you want, I don't want to pressure you," I insist.
"This isn't just because I feel guilty. I'm not thinking about a score. And I try not to pity you, Addison, because I know you wouldn't like that," says Meredith. And she's right. I wouldn't.
"I'm doing this because I want you, I've wanted you, and I just didn't know you could be into me back," says Meredith.
"Oh," I say, and I realize I hadn't actually announced that I'm not straight to anyone, ever, so it is logical for her to have assumed that I was straight.
"I care about you, Addison. I don't hate you, and I care," offers Meredith.
"But why?" I plead with her.
"I don't know, but I do. Let me show you how much," Meredith offers.
"Are you going to regret this in the morning? Like you regret Derek already? I won't be someone you regret," I say to Meredith.
"I won't regret you. I knew I would regret Derek the moment we were together in that room but I was horny and he was there so I kept going. I'm standing here beside you and I know you'd stop if I wanted and I'll stop if you really wanted to. But I don't want to stop and I don't think you do either by the way that you're looking at me. Even if I regret him, I won't regret you I promise. I just want a chance to get to know you," says Meredith, and she looks at me with tender eyes.
She's right, Meredith is right that I'm giving her bedroom eyes and I just can't help myself as she moves to the side of the bed and sits on the edge of it with me. Meredith isn't touching me yet but she almost is and I can feel her presence near me and I can see every sparkle on her dress and I can hear the vibrations of every breath that she takes.
"May I touch you?" Asks Meredith.
"If you're sure, then you may. Please, Meredith. I need you. I didn't know how much I needed you but now that you're offering me this, maybe I shouldn't be like this but I am. I'm not strong enough to say no to you now. And I seriously don't want to. You're breathtakingly pretty and I know I'm not much. But having you here next to me makes me feel-" I have no idea what I wanted to say next but I take a breath and I'm heaving from all of these words.
My chest is pounding and Meredith is coming closer to me and suddenly her hand is on my hip again.
The touch sizzles inside of me and ignites all the passion that's since been restrained.
I can't stop myself any longer. I just let myself go. And Meredith picks me up at every place where I start to feel like I'm falling apart.
Meredith's hands start to wander over every inch of me and even with the clothes between us I feel like I'm floating as her palms draw out my pain every time she applies even the slightest pressure.
As soon as her hands move in tandem over my chest I realize how aroused I am. All the sexual tension that has been building between us since we left the prom together is culminating more and more and every movement is sending shocks to my core.
"Damn," I swear when her hands cup my breasts. "Good thing or bad thing?" Meredith smirks like she already knows the answer.
"Very good thing," I groan as Meredith continues her movements. Meredith handles me with more vigor and she palms my breasts and kneads them.
"Ohhh," I let out a moan from deep within my throat. "You- you know what you're doing?" I ask as a question but I already know the answer to this.
"I do," Meredith smirks. "Some would say I'm quite good at what I am doing," Meredith smirks even further.
"I bet you are," I muttered and realized what I'd just implied. I mean, I had every right to. But I still regretted it because I didn't want to talk about Meredith's past partners including my husband because it just made me jealous of them, including of Derek, which I know is ironic, but now Meredith is moving to straddle me and I can't contain myself from feeling jealous of everyone she's made feel this good in the past…
"It doesn't matter. The past is the past. We're here right now. I'm not thinking about him, I'm not thinking about anyone else. I'm only here thinking about you, because you're the one I want to be with right now, and I don't blame you if your mind wanders but mine's not. I only want you Addison, and you can trust me on that," says Meredith.
At her admission, I let out a tear because I'm not sure anyone's ever said they'd only wanted me before. Even my husband, Derek, I'd had a sneaking suspicion he'd always been sort of at least half-interested in other people during our marriage. That's why I felt so neglected and ended up-
I realize my mind's wandering from Meredith and I don't want it to be.
Not while she's on top of me now and she's leaning down to kiss me again.
I reach up and cup her face with both hands and she reaches down to cup mine.
I open my eyes so I can see her caressing my face as I caress hers and she leans down to meet me so my head can stay comfortably on her pillow as I close my eyes and she does also and then we kiss again.
And just like the first time, I feel fireworks. And I can tell that Meredith is feeling them, too.
When we part our lips to breathe, Meredith's face is flushed and I can feel that mine is.
"I love kissing you," says Meredith.
"I love kissing you, too," I tell her.
It's the truth and I can tell the words are weighted and wanting but we can deal with that later.
Right now the lust is taking over and I'm guiding her gently to caress my neck again and Meredith eagerly suckles me ever-so-softly so I can feel her all over my sensitive spots.
Each time she finds a good one I like, Meredith steadies her lips there and works the spot with her tongue, making me moan out over and over little whispers.
Meredith moves southward, sucking on my collarbone and my shoulders as she pulls my dress away just enough so that she can.
I love the feeling and I want her to feel good also, so I raise my lips to her neck and I move to her ears and I ask if she likes to have them handled.
Meredith says that she does, and so I move to kiss the shell of them before I take them into my lips and make circles around each of her earlobes.
She's taking her time, and I suppose she has every reason to.
We have the whole evening together, and I selfishly realize that this means I'll have her for longer than-
I focus back on what we're doing here.
Meredith is suckling on my earlobes now and this motion has always caused me to melt and now is no different. Meredith has figured out exactly what I like very quickly and she's sucking on my earlobe while massaging the other than switching and it feels so amazing I sigh.
"This feels so good, Meredith. You feel so good. Thank you," I babble because I don't want her to have to guess about any of this.
"You feel amazing, Addison. Your skin is amazing. Your touch feels fantastic. And I want to worship you for as long as you can bear me to," says Meredith.
I can see the mischief in her eyes and I can tell she's going to make this last as long as she possibly can.
And I'm delightfully torn between wanting the release that I can feel is edging closer and closer from all of Meredith's eroticism and wanting to never stop having her way with me like this.
It's a push and pull in a special sort of sense and I feel like I'm suspended in a ripple in time where only pleasurable sensations exist.
"May I undress you?" Meredith asks, and I realize that as wet and close that I already am, that we're both still fully clothed and this suddenly feels like the most absurd part of this entire experience.
"You may, may I undress you?" I ask and Meredith says that I can.
Meredith moves off of me to facilitate this, and I whimper at the loss of contact but then her hands are back and she's having me turn over so she can unzip my dress inch by inch.
I feel the cool air on my back as Meredith loosens my clothing and then she has me slide my arms down as she slides the garment off of my body and I move to accommodate this.
I'm sitting there only in a bra and panties now, and I flip around to see Meredith hanging up my dress in her (at Cristina's hideout) closet.
Subsequently, Meredith comes back and lays on the bed next to me and motions for me to do the same for her and I do. I take off her dress slowly and carefully as I feel more and more of her skin open up from the fabric.
I move to hang her dress up as well on a spare hanger and Meredith nods approvingly as I do this, and it feels comforting to take the time to do this. They are very nice dresses and it would be a shame not to wear them again. I realize if I do wear that dress again or she wears hers and I see that I will always flashback to this moment when we're seeing each other more naked than we previously ever have.
I realize she's not wearing panties though. When I ask her about this, Meredith groans sheepishly and says that she's lost them.
"Where are they?" I ask dumbly.
"I lost them. Meaning I have no idea where they are. Let me know if you find them and I guess put them in the lost & found," Meredith just shrugs.
"Wait, you would want me to put your underwear in the lost & found?" I say because it sounds really absurd.
"Well, isn't that where people put lost stuff?" Meredith says.
"Yeah, but it's your panties!" I exclaim.
"Whatever. Everyone knows I'm a whore. You're the person I'd normally be afraid of finding out about having lost them, but you know now, and for all we know you might be losing your panties tonight also," says Meredith with a chuckle.
"Alright, point taken, Grey. Speaking of panties, can we take all of this off?" I motion to my own panties and my bra and her bra to show her what I'm talking about here.
"Yeah," says Meredith with a giggle as she unsnaps my bra and throws it somewhere and it lands who knows where.
I unclasp hers and I gulp when I see her breasts bare and I drop her bra to the edge of the bed.
Meredith asks one last time if she can take off my panties and I tell her that I can't wait.
She nods and she leans down and I lift my hips and she hooks them with two fingers on each side of me as she slides them past my waist, past my sides, past my thighs, past my hips and past my knees and calves and toes until they're freed from my body and she's holding them in her hands.
"They're really nice," Meredith says. "What kind are they?" Meredith asks as she examines them.
"SERIOUSLY!?" I say and Meredith giggles.
"I do want to know," says Meredith as she keeps looking to find a tag on them or a brand or something.
"Can we please talk about my panty shopping habits after we've had sex because I'm getting really really really desperate here," I tell her while my eyes darken and hers darken and I see that she gasps.
"Certainly," says Meredith as she smirks at me wider than ever before. My mouth goes completely dry as she looks at me with a hunger I've never seen until this very moment.
I don't see where my panties end up because Meredith's hands end up on my body and Meredith's lips end up on my own.
And I stop thinking again because Meredith is climbing on top of me and she's swollen and wet on my leg and I'm swollen and wet under her hand.
And as we start making love for the very first time, all I can think about is calling out her name.
But by the time we eventually get there, she's screwing me so damn good I can't get a single syllable out after all.
And Meredith Grey fucking loves that. And of course, despite myself, so do I.
****** END OF CHAPTER 16
Author's Note:
Yeah, so I know this doesn't resolve the previous chapter's cliffhanger. LOL!
I hope you enjoyed this transition though!
And the slow burn progression of their sexy times :).
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