"Hey." Cristina greets Meredith, flopping down onto the gurney beside her. Meredith's cheeks are flushed, and she immediately blacks out her phone. "Oh my God, Mer." Cristina slaps her, swatting her shoulder, hard, and then following suit by swatting at the side of her head. She sits up, pushing Meredith's head gently to the side as she opens her drink. "I swear if you were looking at her titties again-"
"It wasn't her titties." Cristina spits, missing Meredith only because she gave herself enough warning to duck. "At least, it wasn't just her titties."
"Meredith. Fucking. Grey." Cristina shouts, and Meredith knows the flailing is coming. She knows, so she takes the gatorade in one hand, hunkering her shoulders down in preparation. Cristina proceeds to beat on her back, and she has to admit, as the heel of her hand comes down on her left shoulder, it helps to alleviate the soreness and the knots she's been forming there. From her extra- curriculars. Cristina finally stops her abuse of Meredith's shoulders, switching instead to massaging them.
"You done?" Meredith asks, and Cristina hums an mm-hm. "Good. Because you're just jealous you're not seeing any titties. And, you can have this back."
"How do you even know that? I could be seeing more titties than you-" Cristina takes the drink offered to her, as Meredith switches the photo to a more- covered up one of Addison, in a sparkling red dress while they were out on an actual date. And looks down. "I am a dirty liar, I am not seeing better titties than you are. Fuck. She's gorgeous all the time." She groans, resting her chin atop Meredith's shoulder. Meredith only purrs in affirmation, her mind on the other photos Addison's been sending her. "Does she have a long- lost sister or something? Cousin? Wicked step- mother? I'll settle for anything honestly." Meredith bats at her, and Cristina lets her settle back against the wall, settling beside her.
"I don't think so. But I can ask her some time for you. When I get the chance. As a favor." Cristina snaps, bumping her shoulder.
"Speaking of favors." Meredith's brow lifts, and she leans on her knee in anticipation. "It came in this morning. Your super secret package you didn't want the others to know about."
"Yea?"
"Yea." Cristina nods. "What is it, by the way?"
"Dildo." Meredith deadpans, and chip crumbs join the splatter of vitamin water all over the floor. Cristina stays bent over, coughing hard despite Meredith's hand on her back.
"Meredith."
"You knew better than to ask." Because Cristina did know better. She knew she would get an answer if she were to ask. It was why she was the one watching for the package in the first place. "Where-"
"In your bag in your locker." Cristina coughs one more time, sitting upright. "And yes, I locked it up again after." Cristina cautiously takes a drink, swallowing. "I thought you already had one."
"I do. This one's got added features." Cristina damn well chokes that time.
"That answers my other question then."
"Which was?"
"If she actually fucks like a pornstar." And Meredith just shrugs.
"You have no idea." A smile plays on her lips, as she thinks about pictures she's taken of Addison, and pictures Addison's taken of both of them. She settles on the mental image of her favorite so far, though it still hardly compares to the real thing. No amount of photos could compare to Addison, straddling her lap, hand splayed over her abdomen as she rides her, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. That particular image, as she covers Addison's hand with her own, gripping her thigh, lives rent- free in Meredith's head. All the time. "She's pretty cuddly too after. It's rather cute, actually."
"Good. I'm happy for you. But-" Meredith's phone goes off, buzzing twice instead of once. Addison. "Sister. Seriously. I'll take anything I can get."
"I'll ask." Her phone, again, as a reminder.
"You going to answer that?" Meredith only smiles, Cristina chewing on her chip. She has the grace to wait until she's swallowed, covering her drink with one hand so she doesn't go for it.
"Not unless you really want to see my girlfriend naked."
Cristina for sure would have spit again, so she's thankful for that.
Meredith gets back to the hotel only slightly later than planned, pausing as she comes through the door to simply stare. Addison is adorable, dumping the dishes into the sink as she hums to herself, AirPods in. Wiping her hands on the towel hung upon the stove. Meredith can't keep the silly smile from her face as she drops her bags beside the door and approaches, reaching out to touch Addison's arms.
"Hey." She greets, Addison's head tilting to the side as she knocks out her headphones, discarding them on the counter.
"Hey. How was work?" The smile that spreads over her features is priceless, beautiful.
"Pretty standard actually. No big and exciting pole- through- the- chest trauma today thankfully." She rubs Addison's arms, resting her chin on her shoulder. "I saw the baby you delivered last night. He's adorable."
"A real gem. Strong too." Addison twists, only slightly, and kisses her cheek. The affection has Meredith's heart pounding out of her chest with pure adoration for the other woman. "I spoke to Richard. Yesterday."
"Yea?" Meredith's hands move to Addison's waist, squeezing.
"Yea." She pauses, and Meredith whines.
"Addie."
"I sign the papers on Monday." Meredith peels one hand from her hips to pull her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck.
"You're staying then?" Her breath is hot against her neck, Addison squirming against her hands, trying to turn to face her.
"Of course I'm staying, Mer." When it doesn't work, Addison tries to grind backward, Meredith refusing to give an inch, to let her squirm. Instead, she presses her mouth to the side of Addison's neck, stepping into her. Her fingers squeeze, and she moves one hand to the counter. "Did you really have any doubt after I told you I love-" Addison cuts out to a gasp for any number of reasons. One of Meredith's hands was still on the counter, but the other had slid beneath her shirt and was rubbing lazy circles over her torso. Teeth had cut into the side of her neck without warning, marking her in the way Meredith usually saved for her thighs. They're flush together, and with that little gasp from between Addison's lips, Meredith can't help the smile on her face. Addison slips a hand between them, groping. "Is that-"
"Mmhmm." Meredith flushes hard, burying her face in Addison's neck. "It's a new one. I want to, uh." She swallows, because they had already talked about it. Addison had already told her it was okay. "I want to come in you." The words leave her mouth in a little bit of a rush, and she moves her hand to Addison's ass from the counter, rubbing.
"God." Addison twists in her grasp, facing her, hands on either side of her face. "That's hot." She trails one hand down the front of Meredith's chest, sinking to her knees.
"I swear to god, if you-" she gasps slightly, because Addison's fingers have already undone her jeans, dropping them to the floor.
"Oh, I'm going to. Prepare yourself."
"At least kiss me first." Meredith whines, and since Addison isn't all the way down her body yet, she does. It's a kiss full of longing and lust, tongues meeting and then breaking apart the lower Addison slides. Meredith can't help the whine, Addison's tongue finding her beneath the toy, pressing against her clit as the fingers of one hand tease her. She's already wet, because she's been thinking about this before she'd even met Cristina in the basement. Addison's free hand cups the toy, long fingers stroking back and forth, warming it. Meredith's intoxicated, instantly, shuddering as Addie's tongue runs flat over the bottom of the toy, brilliantly white teeth teasing the tip as her gaze lowers, her cheeks darken. She thrusts into Meredith with the same stroke she takes her into her mouth.
"Jesus fuck-" Meredith can't look away, thrusting her hips forward and dipping a hand into red hair. "Fuck." She repeats, tightening her fingers as Addie looks up to her, nose touching her abdomen without so much as a gag. "Oh my god you're incredible." Meredith just groans, matching the pace Addison is setting with every thrust of her fingers. It isn't fair, she thinks, as she's literally fucking Addison's face, for a woman to be this absolutely perfect. Addison backs off her, parting her lips as she inhales, tilting her head back slightly.
"Fuck me, Mer." With the way she begs, Meredith can't comprehend the word no. She's losing brain function by the second, lost in the sounds Addison makes as she re- enters her throat, setting a faster pace. A pace matched by the fingers inside her. Her hands tighten against their respective surfaces, the cabinet above them, and Addie's flawless hair. Her thighs tighten, Addison moaning against her as she curls her fingers.
"Oh my god." Meredith nearly whimpers, Addison pulling back to kiss her abdomen is too much, and she comes as lips cherish her skin. She's still seeing stars, unfocused, watching almost in a haze. Addison, working the toy with one hand as she covers her chest in fake cum. Removing her fingers from Meredith to press past her own lips.
Meredith's brain short circuits with the flash of her camera. It's enough to have her dragging Addison up almost by her hair, pulling on her hand to replace it with her tongue. "Bed." She commands into her mouth, hardly breathing. Addison tastes like her, and it takes everything in her to remove her lips from hers. To follow her as they walk, shedding clothing as though it were second skin so they're no less than naked in the short time it takes to cross the distance.
"Meredith." Addison only moans against her, blonde crawling over her to pin her wrists above her head. She's squirming, writhing against the inability to use her hands, begging with the entirety of her body for more, any, contact.
And she refuses to disappoint her, thrusting into her. Letting Addison set the pace with her hips. Assaulting her neck and her chest and only changing because Addison's commanded more or harder or yes, like that. She doesn't stop when Addison's shaking, screaming her name with her back arched. She slows, but continues to ride her, returning her hands so Addie can grip and claw mercilessly at her back and shoulders as she pushes her past her first breaking point and towards a second. But it's too fast, and she wants to watch, so Meredith pushes herself up on her arms. Trying, in desperation, to quell her own raging desire, she arches upright.
Only Addison won't let her stop. She catches one of Meredith's hands on her thigh, winding their fingers together. Squeezing. Rotating her hips to keep thrusting against her.
"It feels so good, Mer." She pants, squeezing her fingers again. She's close, again, her thighs rippling with pleasure, throwing her hair over one shoulder as she scrambles blindly to find the other hand Meredith's got lost in the sheets. And I'm so many ways, she knows it feels good, because every time Addison moves against her, she too feels good. Her nails dig into Addison's hip, watching as she starts to tip over the edge. "Cum in me, love. Please. Be a good girl."
It's the last nail in the coffin for Meredith, and she does as she's told. And where she thought Addison's praise alone was a power trip, this is something else entirely. Addison screams, thighs clenching, and Meredith answers with her own release, drawing out only when she's certain it won't hurt, when Addison's relaxed enough. She stays splayed back on the bed for a moment, Meredith's eyes drawn to all of her; fresh bruises alongside old over her chest, pricks of blood along her hips from her nails. Sticky, white liquid over her chest and dripping out of her.
Meredith is certain she's going to die.
Addison only sits up, cradling her chin in her hand. She's still trying to catch her breath; both of them are. She pulls the hand Meredith's still clinging to as though it's a life raft, and kisses her knuckles. And then her palm. And then releases it, to catch her face in her hands and kiss her mouth.
"Amazing." She breathes, winding her hands into Meredith's hair.
"You are." Meredith tries to grumble, but Addison's in her lap, pushing her backwards into their pillows, and if she's not careful she'll lose her head again. She feels the strap around her waist release, and the toy hits the floor and then it's just Addison and Meredith, flush up against one another. And Addison's still kissing her like she's oxygen and she'll die if she doesn't.
"I love you." Addison mumbles, and her heart flutters.
"I love you too." As though it's the first time hearing it, all over again, Addie's face brightens. She runs one hand over Meredith's chest, pausing over her heart for the other woman to catch her fingers.
"I'm tired right now." Addison moans, even as they roll over again, a tangle of limbs. "But next time-" and Meredith knows it's going to be good, because it always is when it starts this way. "You really must strap up and fuck me in the ass."
Meredith, for the ten thousandth time knows this woman is going to for sure be the death of her.