She's definitely late this time.

She left the hospital late because surgery ran over, because the universe knew she had somewhere to be. And then she had to run home. To get things to bring with her, packing some clothes, toothbrush, essentials. Stare at her ceiling for forty minutes to convince herself this was a horrible decision. A horrible decision she was going to make regardless of right or wrong. Regardless of anyone that would judge them.

And then she drove back to the hospital, to leave her car. And then walk to Archfield. And then navigate Archfield. In her defense, she at least only went the wrong way once, and got quickly turned back around with the help of housekeeping.

Meredith Grey cannot, to save her life, muster the courage to knock in the door. She also cannot leave. So she stands there, rooted to the spot in front of Addison Montgomery's hotel room. She finally, after releasing a breath she didn't know she had held, raps her knuckles against the door.

Addison Montgomery is, of course, flawless, as always.

The peach- colored silk bathrobe she's wearing when she opens the door barely conceals her undergarments. Lace. Because she's always wearing fucking lace, Meredith thinks. Because she always looks like a fucking model. Her hair falls in drying curls over her shoulders, still visibly damp. She looks almost shocked to see her there, and Meredith regrets how long it took her to decide on this.

"Meredith."

Her shoulder hits the door as the blonde forces her way into the room, catching Addison's face between her hands with no trepidation. No fear. She kisses her, and Addison immediately lets that little whine escape her lips and enter Meredith's alongside her tongue. The door closes with an audible crack as Addison's hands find her hair, then her shoulders, then the top of her chest. Long fingers grip her collar there, pulling her backward, further into a room too glamorous for words.

"I didn't think you would come." Addison pants, resting their foreheads together as they breathe, and Meredith can only stand, dumb. This is real. This is happening.

Her arms circle Addison's waist, palms resting against silk. Addison's gaze has her captured; her long, thick lashes, her emerald- colored eyes. Her pupils are already blown with want, with the same need, and desire that brought Meredith there in the first place.

"Sorry it took me awhile." She swallows. Because she has to admit it to Addison, before she can admit it to herself. "I was scared."

"Of?" Addison asks in a tone so soft and gentle, the way her fingers are as she strokes her cheek, that Meredith nearly starts to cry.

"That this was just some, I don't know, sick joke to you." She scoffs the words, looking away from Addison's beautiful gaze to shake her head. "That all of it was just teasing, or a revenge plot, or-" So Addison kisses her. And instead of being aggressive, this time it's gentle. It's soft, it's passionate, and it's full of feeling. Feelings that blossom in Meredith's heart, in her soul, beneath her hands as she's clinging to Addison as though she were air.

"Better?"

"Yea." Meredith only whimpers, pressing her head into Addison's shoulder.

"What is it you want, Mer?" Addison's running too- gentle fingers through her hair, as though she will break, or worse, run away.

" You." Addison snorts. " All of you." Addison tilts her chin up. "I-" She falters, because she can't put it into words unless the red- head is goading her, getting her angry.

"May I tell you what I want?" Addison asks instead, and Meredith can only nod, because her brain has once more turned to slush inside her head. "I want to wake up beside you. To go on cute dates and go home and curl up on the couch. But-" And Meredith forgets to breathe, since there's always a but. "I also want rough sex. I want to be allowed to push you until you've-" Meredith watches her swallow, Addison from her office coming back into her brain. The Addison that teases her relentlessly, until she responds. Until she gets aggressive and rough and messy. The Addison that apologizes to her when she's being just a little too mean. "I want you to ruin me, Mer."

Her name is too much, mixed with those words. If Addison were to describe anything now, she would, for sure, not disappoint.

"I want to be your good girl." The words spill out before Meredith can stop them. Addison kisses her again.

"You are my good girl." Her fingers run through Meredith's hair, and she's pulling her backwards, one step at a time. "I'll tell you that as many times as you need."

"Yea?"

"Yea." They're at the edge of her bed, Addison pulling gently at her sash. Letting it pool around her feet as it falls to the ground.

" God." Meredith breathes, running her fingers over the top of Addison's panties. Meredith was going to be damned, and she could hardly care less.

"Usually I only answer to Satan, or Ruler of all that is Evil. But for you, I suppose it is within my power to answer to God." The words are liquid sex coming out of Addison's mouth, so she responds the only way she can.

She knocks Addison's knees out from beneath her, sending them both tumbling together into silk sheets. Meredith's head slams into her chest, and she instantly feels one of Addison's hands catching the back of her head. God, she thinks, consumed by the thought, Addison is soft . In so many ways. Meredith moves her hand to the inside of a flawlessly pale thigh, moving her thumb in circles.

"Fuck." The word slips between Addison's lips at the same moment that Meredith's press against her breast. Her hand moves northward, brushing against Addison's perfect white panties. Teasing. " Meredith."

Meredith only ignores her, running her tongue through the valley of her breasts. Downward. Downward. Pressing her mouth against Addison's pelvis. Little moans escape Addison's mouth as she squirms, her fingers winding into dark blonde hair, Meredith's fingers hooking her panties, removing them and throwing them to the side. The sound that escapes Addison's throat matches when Meredith's tongue runs through her and she's instantly addicted. Addicted to Addison, the way she tastes, the sounds she makes.

Her tongue twists, pressing into Addison. Nails dig into her scalp with every thrust of her tongue, and Meredith finds her rhythm. She's content to listen to Addison, to remain here, in this moment, forever. But Addison's shaking, her thighs tightening around Meredith's head. She's instantly drunk on power as Addison all but screams her name, back arching off the mattress. The fingers tighten painfully against her head, and she stays rooted to her spot between Addison's thighs.

If she was sane, Meredith would reflect in this moment that Cristina was, again, completely correct. Satan literally had Meredith's head between her thighs. And she couldn't be happier.

" Meredith." Addison's fingers relax, releasing as her head falls back into her sheets with the sigh. Meredith presses her lips to the inside of her thigh, sliding away. Dropping to her knees on the floor with a muffled thump. She gropes around, finding her bag half discarded beneath the bed beside them. Addison pushes herself up on her hands after a moment, glowering. Sitting up to grip Meredith's shirt, trying to force her back up to the bed, despite resistance. Because she's not quite done squirming out of her pants, and she's definitely not done with the things in her bag. "If you do not get on top of me immediately, I swear to God, Meredith-"

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Meredith grumbles, crawling back over the edge of the bed, catching Addison's mouth with her own. "Swearing to yourself, and all." She snakes a hand behind her, ridding the red- head of her last piece of clothing as she drags her nails over spine, and then ribs, and is pushing Addison back into her sheets. " God, you're beautiful." Because she is. Looking down on Addison, with her hair haloing her face like fire, Meredith is infatuated. She lowers her lips to her neck, careful to keep her body suspended. "So much better than any photograph could ever be."

"Photographs can be fun though. And useful." Addison squeaks, because Meredith marks her, in almost the dead- center of her throat. "I didn't think you looked."

"I almost didn't." She runs her tongue over the mark. "But Cristina needed the exam schedule and-"

"Did she see?" Meredith jerks her head up, catching Addison's gaze. "It's alright if she did, I don't mind a little-" Color crosses Addison's cheeks.

"Do you like taking photographs, Doctor Montgomery?" Meredith growls, leaning close. Teasing her with the taste of herself on her tongue. "Should I take some for you?"

"Only if I can send them to you after." Addison's lips part in a smile. "When you least expect it. As long as you don't share."

"I didn't mean to share." Meredith grumbles. Addison's fingers dance over her collar. Hers stays on her abdomen, rubbing circles steadily lower.

"I know." Because she does. Because she's teasing. Meredith's catching on finally, if slowly. "What did make you take so long to get here, by the way?" And at that, Meredith's lips spread in a lopsided, devilish grin. She drops her hand between Addison's legs.

"Just a suggestion someone made to me the other day." Addison's breath hitches, Meredith's fingers sliding through slick folds, circling her entrance. "In their office." She pushes in; first one finger, then a second. She's lost herself to Addison's breathy moan, lost track of the woman's hands until one's got her by the strap she'd wrestled on while on her knees beside Addison's bed.

" Fuck." Addison whines.

"Any requests?" Meredith whispers, letting her voice drop softly, pressing a kiss to Addie's cheek, beside the corner of her mouth.

"Use lube?"

"'Course. Where do you keep it?" Addison points, so Meredith crawls, removing her hand from between her legs gently. She's digging through the drawer as Addison's teasing her, leaving marks up and down her abdomen with her teeth, letting her hands roam everywhere she can touch. As an afterthought, she grabs Addison's phone off the charger, tossing it on the bed beside them to make good on her promise.

"I swear if you do not fuck me, Meredith Grey, I-" Meredith simply grabs the back of her head, wrenching it, with the softest of growls.

"Please stop being such a horny bitch for two seconds." She grumbles against her neck, pushing the head of the toy into Addison carefully. It's been awhile since she's done this, like this, and never with someone she's cared about. So some of it is new, and most of it is instinct. But she knows she's doing a good, hell, great , job because as soon as she's buried in Addison she finds a rhythm that has her precious attending making positively delicious sounds. It takes hardly any time for Addison to start clawing and scratching and biting at her with every thrust. And then there's the first ' good girl' that skips between Addison's teeth, and Meredith fucking comes from the pressure of the toy against her clit and the way Addison's moving beneath her.

She takes her first photo of Addison shortly after the haze dampening her brain from her first orgasm starts to fade, pinning her wrists to her abdomen to keep them out of the way. She does it because part of her still worries this is fake. She also does it because she wants proof she's buried to the hilt in Addison and it's just so damn hot it's driving her wild. Once she's taken it she stretches the leg around her waist over her shoulder, hitting the deeper and harder Addison's begged for until she's screaming her name for the second time that night. Meredith rolls off her, flopping down on the bed with a stretch, humming with contentment.

" Don't tell me you're done." Addison's tone has that dangerous edge, and the way her hand runs up Meredith's side has her scared. Addison's got one sculpted brow raised, propped up on her elbow, exposing a chest and neck full of bruising marks.

"No. Just a position change." Meredith grins, catching the hand as the older woman straddles her lap, grinding up on her toy. Addie rolls her neck, long hair falling over one shoulder as she adjusts, splaying one hand over her abdomen and digging her fingers in. Meredith decides, in that moment, she could watch Addison ride her for the rest of eternity, head thrown back in pleasure, and never be happier. Never want for anything else but the feeling of Addison's clit beneath her thumb, her fingers flexing with every swivel of her hips. And then Addison leans forward, lips by her ear, and starts begging again. Begging to be used, and ruined, and taken. It's them, in the office, all over again.

Addison once more ends up on her back, arms twisted beneath her. Once she consoles Meredith that it's fine , she's groping for lube and damning herself to Hell. As long as Addison's there with her, nothing matters.

When they're finally done, Addison's stretched out with a sleepy, content smile on her face, and Meredith's beet red, hiding her own against her shoulder. Her fingers walk over Addison's hip, until the woman catches her hand, kissing her knuckles. And even though she knows the answer, Meredith mumbles into her shoulder to ask if she'd liked it, causing Addison to turn towards her and resettle.

"So…" Meredith starts, her questions swirling, bubbling up in her. Because she just has to ask. "You compared yourself to a pornstar that does a lot of…" she swallows, because of Addison's eyes get any darker, she's going to succumb to desire and do her again , and they're both too tired for another round. "Fetish porn." She stumbles out, only to have Addison smile.

"I'll let you try it Mer." The lips that meet hers are far from chaste. " Next time. And the time after, and after." Addison promises, splicing her words with short, gentle kisses. "Because." She sighs softly, and Meredith swears her heart is going to stop. "I wouldn't know about it if I didn't like it."

This woman is going to be the actual death of her, and she wouldn't have it any other way.