To Derek, it's all about the chase.
It's a thought that stuck in Meredith's brain as though it were made of mud, the moment it passed through her lips into the slightly- damp air between them. It's a statement that perfectly, and clearly, emboldened the exact feelings she had felt, at that very moment, when he stood there in front of her, leaving her alone and forgotten. Throwing her away, again, as though she were a forgotten toy, a plaything.
It's something she had dwelled on, obsessed over, until she had spent more nights sleepless than sleeping.
She no longer thought about it, anymore. It was an old thought, an outdated one, replaced by something new. Something better. Someone better.
Meredith's back bends as she screams, crying out at the stars that blossom behind her eyelids, her fingers tightening in soft hair, digging into the back of a scalp almost painfully. There's a low, throaty hum from between her legs, Meredith's breath catching in her throat as her entire body vibrates from that one, singular sound, as she grinds her hips against mouth, clit into tongue. She's a little bit embarrassed at how easy it was for her to reach this point; to tumble over an edge of something like ecstasy, yet Addison hardly seems to share that sentiment.
The redhead pushes herself up on one elbow, wiping her mouth with the back of one long- fingered hand as she rubs the outside of one thigh, thrown haphazardly over one of her own shoulders. Her expression reminds Meredith of the cat that's eaten the mouse, and she feels her stomach tighten as Addison takes a half- stride forward, lowering her mouth to the skin of her stomach, grinding her palms up each side of Meredith's torso with a feather- light touch as she continues her ascent.
"Are you done?" Addison asks, her tone as soft as it is gentle, as though she's genuinely curious for the answer while she guides the knee over her shoulder down to her hip. Her mouth ascends the line of Meredith's throat, and the younger woman's breath hitches as teeth scrape the side, as nose presses into the back of her ear. She shakes her head no when she pulls Addison's hair, tangling digits into fire- red strands that aren't nearly messy enough as of yet; something she does, in fact, intend to change. "Oh, thank God." Addison hums, her breath warm as it ghosts over Meredith's lips, and the blonde can't help when she laughs; a light, breathy sound, that sends Addison's heart damn near beating out of her chest. She leans down, just a little, and swallows when Meredith's laugh makes a left turn into a moan that gets lost in her throat. "Good?" Addie asks, tilting her head slightly back when they finally part for breath, a trail of spit keeping her lip connected to Meredith's tongue, her teeth rolling over it when hands find the fleshy part of her hips.
"Do I get a turn?" Meredith looks innocent as she asks, groping at Addison's hips as one arm snakes back behind her head, cupping her jaw, mouth hovering less than a half- breath away from her own.
"Later." Addison mumbles into her lip as she reaches to pull it between her teeth, the hand no longer supporting her weight gliding from Meredith's breast to her sternum, tracing the lines of her abdomen before trailing south toward the curve of her thigh. "Right now, I'm having some fun."
"Don't let me interrupt you or anything." Meredith giggles, her fingers cupping Addison's face as she tilts her head down so that their noses are touching for the barest of moments before their mouths find one another in another endless open- mouthed kiss that's more tongue than teeth. Meredith moans something like Addie that sounds a little like mommy , and Addison promises them both that she'll follow up more on that later, but right now she has more important things on her mind. The most important thing, as far as she's concerned, as Meredith squirms there beneath her and begs her for more.
Sometime later, when they're curled up in a cozy duvet, wrapped up together in a blanket that Meredith swears is made of actual clouds, she puts together the pieces, much like one would a puzzle. She puts words to her thoughts as she leans down to kiss the redhead's cheek where she is nestled in against her neck, their legs wound together.
Where, for Derek the thrill had been in the chase, and her tiny, ineffectual fists, and her hair- though she supposes Addison likes those things too; but to Addison, it's all about the results. It's about what they feel.
And Meredith? She wouldn't have it any other way.