"Please."Meredith begs, her teeth playing at the skin just below Addison's ear. Her hands are everywhere, all at the same time, and Addisonswearsshe's going to turn to mush.
"I'm not against it." She pants, catching a wrist as it's accompanying hand slides up beneath her skirt, rubbing her thigh. She's not stopping Meredith, but trying to do quite the opposite. Trying to get more friction from the hands that are guiding her, one touch at a time, close to their . Addison shivers, tilting her head back with a soft gasp, her fingers tightening in blonde hair. "I just have always had a hard time… finishing. Like that." Meredith's lips pause against her neck, and she nearly thinks she's shocked the woman off of her, away from this, away from them. A silly notion, really.
Because Meredith presses another open- mouthed kiss to the column of her neck, and then to her shoulder. Addison's losing the zipper of her dress and stepping out of it.
"What if of just…" Meredith is flushed, tucking her nose against her bare shoulder. "Instead of watching." Andoh God, now Addison's thinking about it.
"Okay." She agrees. Because she, too, cannot say no to any of Meredith's desires. Because Meredith is touching her in all the right ways, and her skin is so hot she's Addison can't get the thoughts out of her head even as she grinds up on her girlfriend, and pushes her tongue between her teeth. So instead of overthinking it, she focuses on the feel of Meredith's teeth on her lips, and then on her neck. She strips the other woman bare enough that there's more skin than cloth, her legs spread. Feeling. Losing herself to Meredith's chaste touch on her hips and her thighs. Moving her own hands back to herself, because Meredith asked so, so nicely.
Can I watch you touch yourself?
The thought alone could drive her mad, Addison's hands roaming her own body. From her thighs, over her panties, to her chest.
What if I help?
Thumbs rub into the bones of her hips, twisting beneath her thong, and Addison tips backwards as she slides one hand back down between her legs, knees dangling over the edge of the mattress. The movement disconnects Meredith's mouth from her, and she whines softly at the loss of contact.
"Fuck."Meredith just groans the word, transfixed on the sight of Addie's fingers stroking her core, soaking through her panties. She presses against the fabric twice more, gripping her breast as she raises her hips slightly. Thankfully, Meredith can take a hint, and Addison isn't required to beg; feeling her thong catch over her calves, nails dragging over her skin.
"Meredith."Her name slips from between her lips as she runs her fingers through her folds, backing off to circle her clit. The blonde's shoulders press against her thighs, breath hot against Addison's thighs as she repeats the movement, circling her entrance. She dips her middle finger into herself with a soft moan, hand twitching out of reflex. Lips meet the top of her index finger, and Addison can't help the sharp intake of breath that signifies her reaction to the touch.
"Go on, Addie." Mer breathes softly against her thigh, scraping her teeth over the skin there. So Addisondoes, adding a second finger to herself, panting as she draws out only to enter again, breathy moans escaping parted lips. She releases her chest, running her free hand toward Meredith's hair, brushing her fingers through tangled locks. And so Meredith praises her, and she spreads herself just a bit more.
"Fuck-" Meredith's tongue touches her, fingers twitching as the flag of her tongue runs from her entrance to knuckles. The blonde has her eyes closed when she kisses the top of her knuckles, Addison tightening her grip in her hair. "I'll cum of you-" Addison starts, receiving another soft kiss against the back of her hand, that glorious tongue trailing back over her fingers and entering her.
Meredith doesn't have to try hard, catching the hand in her hair with one of her own as Addison's head falls back, her back arches. Her thighs tighten around Meredith's ears, and she cries out, consumed by the feeling of Meredith's tongue inside her at the same time it's against her.
And then Meredith pulls back, pressing a kiss to her opposite thigh, and Addison draws her fingers out of herself.
"Fuck." Meredith groans, propping herself up on her elbows as she lays both arms over Addison's abdomen. "That'shot, Addie." She lifts her hand to her lips, drawing her fingers into her mouth, and Addison can't help but watch as Meredith sucks her fingers. And then Meredith is climbing over her, kissing her the entire way. She can only nod, still trying to wrap her brain around the feelings when Meredith kisses her. She's gentle at first, adding tongue and then gettingrough, alternating between sucking on Addison's throat and the line of her jaw. It acts as something of a reboot, putting Addison's brain into overdrive, and she rolls them. Throwing red hair backwards with a practiced flick of her neck, settling her thighs on either side of her girlfriend's hips.
"The fact you could strap up-" Addison leans forward as Meredith's hands find her waist, thumbs rubbing her ribs. "While you had your head between my legs-" Meredith only smirks, the two of them less than a breath away from one another. "Is nothing short of impressive."
"Well." She parts her lips as Addison closes that distance, only finishing her statement when they've broken for air. "I've got enough practice at this point. And I hate disappointing you."
"Oh,Mer." Addison usesthatvoice, the one that drops a half an octave and is laced with something so inherently sexual there aren't words to express it properly, her fingers dragging over the blonde's torso as she sits up, rocking her hips over the shaft of the toy. "You couldnever."She moans softly as she sinks, hooding her gaze, letting her head fall back. Meredithloveswatching her work, meeting every slow stroke of Addison's hips with a matching one of her own. She could never get used to the sight of Addison moving them together, pleasuring herself while in her lap.
Buttonight, she forced herself to focus. To push herself up on one arm, wrapping the other around Addison's hips to palm her ass at the same time as her teeth meet her collar.
The sound that leaves Addison's mouth is only matched when Meredith enters her, keeping their movements even. The firstgood girlof the night is against Meredith's neck as she thrusts her fingers separately from her strap, Addison's nails digging into the skin of her breast and back with every flex, thighs quivering.
So Meredith pulls away, pressing her lips to Addison's cheek, and then her mouth. Feeling her moan against her tongue.
"Oh my God." Addison breathes out, lifting herself to her knees when Meredith squeezes her thighs lightly. "Please don't,I'm so-"
"Knees." Meredith feels the heat on her face, because it's not like she's never bent Addison over andfuckedher, yet…
Addison's mouth crashes into hers almost painfully, until they're rearranging themselves. And then it's the redhead, stretched out on their sheets, Meredith's hand in her hair, and she turns off her brain because Addison's found an entirelynewway to scream her name. An entirelynewsound that keeps her hips moving, leaning over Addison's back with her weight on one arm, the other closed in a fist amidst fiery hair. It was an accident, really, that Meredith's thumb brushed her neck the first time.
"If you dothat-" Addison moaned out softly, gripping their sheets with one hand. "Iwillcome."
"Oh mygod."Meredith moaned, dripping her forehead into her shoulder. "Addie-"
"I want to put my legs around you." She wasn'tquitewhining, but Meredith had already long- since short circuited. "While you do me in the-" Meredith grasped the side of her face, crushing her in a kiss more teeth than tongue.
And so they changed position again, got comfortable, and continued where she left off; sucking Addison's lip between her teeth as those long, glorious legs settled around the small of her back andtightened.
And then it wasmoreandharder,Meredith's fingers finding the curve of her neck as it becameyes, like thatfollowed bychoke me, Mer.
When they finally fell asleep it was to exhaustion, Meredith's torso coated in a sticky layer ofAddisonthat matched the mess she'd made between her own thighs.
And, of course, when they woke up the next morning, wrapped safe and happy in one another's embrace, it was Meredith that asked softly if they could do itagain.
"We need to talk." Addison's opening words send an uncomfortable shock up the woman's spine. A coffee cup hits the table, and that first uncomfortable jolt is joined by a second. "Now, would be preferable." Her hands are still over the file she's reading, but she doesn't answer. The prospect of Addison Montgomery having a 'we need to talk' moment could mean so many things. "Please."
So Callie Torres looks up, finding her red- haired best friend glaring daggers at her, either a peace offering or bribe sitting right beside her hand. She settles back against the cast- iron chair she's inhabiting, and lifts the cup.
"O-Kay." She takes a drink. Coffee, with a hint of vanillaandcinnamon. It can only mean one thing. So she asks. "Who am I fighting for you, and why?" Addison only flushes, and shakes her head no, lifting her hands to cover her face as she does so. "Then what is it? Because usually this mix of flavors is for when it's something big. And the biggest is usually-"
"I'm fucking Meredith Grey." Callie stops talking abruptly. Addison inhales, and drops to the chair across from her. She pulls her hands downward, stretching her cheeks as she rolls her eyes skyward. "I am absolutely, head over heels, in love with Meredith Grey." She repeats, slowly. Callie lifts the cup to her mouth, swallowing.
"O- Kay." She says then. And there's silence. "Anything else to report, boss?" Addison slumps forward, her forehead hitting the table, arms crossed over the top of her head. She takes that as a no. "Is she good to you?"
"Mmhmm." There's a little squeak in response, and Callie taps her toe against Addison's shin.
"Don't make me kick you hard enough to leave a bruise. You know I will and I won't regret it." Addison's chin tilts up, and she rests it on her forearm. "How's the sex?" She just asks calmly, drinking.
"So good." Addison sighs, wistful.
"Like nice and soft good, or like, your entire body is so sore you can barely walk good-"
"Callie-!" Addison squeaks, slapping her hand over her eyes.
"Because I know you and Iknowyou, and I know you like it kind of, really-"
"Callie-!"
"I'm just saying! You're a little bit of a whore, Addie, not that we don't love you for it. But if it's not rough enough and she doesn't do you in the-"
"Calliope Iphegenia Torres."She's not saved, however, because Callie simply then Mark, of all people, struts past.
"Oh, the full first and middle names got used. Someone's in trouble." He offers a chip to Callie, who takes one, his arm winged out as he navigates the maze of chairs. "What's the tea?"
"Addie's seeing someone." Callie crunches, covering her mouth as a strangled whine escapes Addison's throat.
"Is it Meredith? Hope it's Meredith." He circles her, rubbing Addison's shoulders as soon as he's dropped the chips onto the table. "She gets all doe eyed and soft any time you walk by. And don't get me started on the tension whenever you call her a-"
"Mark. Stop." Addison growls, propping her head back up. "It's Meredith Grey." Because he won't, unless she says it. He squeezes her shoulders.
"Good for you, Red."
"The three of you look rather chipper today, all cozied up in my spot." Miranda Bailey growls, one hand on her hip, the other sporting a tray. Callie moves over for her, switching chairs and lifting her file back to reading level as she shrugs. "Thank you. So what's got us all bent into shape now, so if it affects my interns I know to watch out for it."
"Addie's seeing someone." Mark states casually, squeezing her shoulders again. Callie nods, solemnly. Miranda lifts a spoon halfway to her mouth, then sighs.
"God,I hope it's Meredith Grey. I can't take much more of y'all fools giving one another them 'fuck me' eyes and not following through on it."
"Oh it's for sure Meredith Grey." Callie answers for her, reaching over to steal a head of broccoli from Miranda's plate and receiving only a sharp slap to her hand in return for the effort.
"Excellent. That means I take the pot." Miranda opens her palms, curling her fingers. "You two fools, pay up now, you hear."
"Best bet I've ever lost." Callie grumbles as she whips out her wallet, and Mark only sighs with another short squeeze to Addison's back as he fishes for his own.
Addison, in nothing shy of sheer defeat, sets her forehead back down against the table with a thud.