I have a present for you. Let me know when you're on your way home.
The singular message makes Meredith's mouth curl upward the same way it did the first time she looked at it. The same way it had when she'd opened it again, for the fifteenth time over a half of a sandwich she split with Cristina, for the twentieth time between surgeries. She typed out some words with that same little smile still spread over her features, before deleting them and doing one better for them both.
"Hey." Addison's voice fills her with an immediate warmth, bubbling up from her center so fast she could cry. She wonders, however briefly, what she's done in this lifetime to deserve such a glorious, talented, beautiful woman to call her own.
"Hey." Meredith pauses on the line, noting the little deep, sleepy note to Addison's voice, the echo of the television in the background. "I'm on my way home."
"Mmm." She could melt at the purr that escapes the redhead, a soft little noise from the back of her throat. Meredith loves that noise, alongside a long list of others, and she tugs on the door of her car as she pinches the phone between the space of her shoulder and ear. "How was work?"
"Surprisingly okay, for Christmas Eve and everything." She drops herself into the seat, leaning her head back as she stretches a kink out of her back. "There wasn't really anything notable. Had to remove a metal shaving from one guy's eye, but I think it just fell in or something."
"It wasn't impaled?"
"Not impaled. Just floating." She can't help but smile at Addison's question, noting the difference in sound as she moves, what Meredith assumes, is further away from the television. "Nothing else really to report."
"Good." Addison sounds distant, as though she put the phone down and stepped away. It curls Meredith's mouth back into her little smile as she thinks about how well they truly know one another. "Did you eat?" Closer again.
"Yes. Middle of surgery with Cristina and then again afterwards."
"Good. You'll need the energy." Her mouth goes dry, fingers tightening until the knuckles on the steering wheel are pale and white. She's suddenly not feeling the bone- deep exhaustion from being on her feet all day, from thinking they'll both be back at the hospital first thing tomorrow, because Addison insisted holidays were important in pediatrics, for the children; one little thing to give them hope. And of course, with how earnest she had been, Meredith succumbed to her request for help almost instantly; which she would have, in truth, without much convincing.
Yet when Addison asks if she's eaten, there's hardly any likelihood of them going to sleep; not anytime soon. She draws a shuddering breath through her nose, shaking out her hair in the silence of the evening, under the glowing red of the light.
"Does this have anything to do with the present?" Meredith knows better than to ask, yet she can't help herself. Can't resist prodding for questions, from trying to know. Not that it matters, at the end of the game, as long as she has Addison.
"You'll have to come home and find out." There's a little, sparkling laugh accompanying the words, and Meredith almost lets a curse slip between her lips.
"At least give me a hint?" She whines softly, teeth worrying her lip as she tries to conjure up anything, any idea, the voice in her head telling her to just stop, to trust Addison, trust the process.
"Drive safe, Mer. I love you." That's it then, no answers. Her mind runs rampant with the elusiveness of her silence.
"I love you too." The line goes dead for almost a full minute before Meredith groans, turning her car into the lot and jamming it into park. She takes a moment to collect herself there, in the partially lit parking spot, just thinking about Addison, thinking about them. She's never been so content, daring to even say happy, in her entire life as she is now. As she is when that little crooked smile crosses Addison's mouth, when her teeth worry at the side of her lip.
She's still thinking about the soft, pliable way Addison's skin feels beneath her hands as she unlocks the door to the woman's apartment, dumping her keys in a bowl and dropping her bag beside them on the counter. It's warm in the apartment, only slightly more so than usual as Meredith sheds her coat and hangs it beside the door. Warmth usually means Addison's expecting to spend the night naked, and she shivers at the blessed thought. Exhaustion creeps its way up her spine as she stifles an errant yawn with the back of her hand, shaking out blonde hair as she wonders idly what Addison had in store.
"Babe-" her gaze tracks down to the floor, sprinkles of glittering, fake crystalline snow trailing from the propped bedroom door, as though it's leading her inward, taunting her. The words on her lips die as she steps through into soft, amber light that has her mouth go dry in the half second before she loses all semblance of thought.
Addison is perched, knees spread ever so slightly damn near the center of their bed, her skin all but glowing in the ombré of light as it flickers behind her. Candles, Meredith's brain fills into the gap, scent of warm, crisp cinnamon haloing her; yet she can't look away. Can't tear her gaze from the silky red fabric that clings to her girlfriend's skin, the little bows at her hips that tie off her panties. She drags her eyes upward, feeling herself salivate as she hovers briefly at the belt over her waist, a little heart over her navel, and then the bright matching silk that covers her chest.
Addison rolls her head just then, hair cascading over the backs of her shoulders, exposing the last little bow at the hollow of her throat; a slightly different color that drags down the arms twisted elegantly behind her back, bent at the elbow. Meredith can quickly recall every time they've talked about it, talked about this, talked about adding a tie or restraint and taking away Addison's hands. God they've gotten so close to it, she thinks quietly, mind reeling as the bed dips beneath her knee, fingers hovering as she reaches for Addison's exposed, tilted neck, hand gripping at her waist as though she could break from the faintest of touch.
"Welcome home." The woman purrs in a tone that's breathy in such a way Meredith garners she's reading her mind, knows exactly what she's thinking at that very moment. She runs her thumb over ribs as her lips part to stake claim over parted ones; trailing the hand at her neck down over the line of extra tie, following it to where fingers curl, wrapped in silk, over elbows. "Touch me." Addison moans, shorting her brain at the easy command whispered into swollen lips, mirroring the sound ripping through Meredith's throat as though to simply tear her in half.
"Addie." She keens as fingers wind around her waist, as the woman doesn't so much as struggle as she does twitch until her chest is pressed up and they're flush; and God, Meredith thinks once again, she can feel everything that is Addison in one simple, delicate motion.
She drags her mouth down over Addison's throat, listening to the contented little sounds that vibrate from her neck to her mouth, and then moves lower, over the line of her collar. She's obsessed with the bones, scraping and rubbing her teeth until Addison simply whines, letting her head roll back and pushing her chest up just a little bit more. She dips a hand to the front of Addison's panties, cupping her sex as her teeth play over crossed strips of silk at her tits. She's hardly surprised Addison's already started to soak through; she positively loves any and all attention, it doesn't really matter to her where. And Meredith loves giving her attention, as she drags on the first bow with her teeth, letting long lines of silk drape down over Addison's navel, and repeats with the second.
She was pleasantly surprised the very first time she experienced the pleasure of undressing her girlfriend; finding studded gemstone bars haloing her nipples. She had never thought piercings could be quite so fancy, yet everything about Addison positively screams eloquent and beautiful, including the bars through her tits.
"God." Meredith groans; the ones tonight look like canes of candy, red and white striped where they sit against her skin, and Meredith has to remind herself to stay slow and steady as she drags her palms back up for handfuls of breasts. She props herself up on her knees as she palms Addison's chest, pushing her tongue into the space between ruby lips to the back of her mouth, digging into the soft skin of her chest with her thumb as she drags down on the fabric and sends it aside.
She still has a little bow on her neck as Addison whines, when Meredith drags her hands down over her ass beneath red and tucks her nose back against the skin of her breasts and opens her mouth.
It takes the scrape of her teeth over one red and white striped ball at the side of her nipple to remind Meredith of the thing she got Addison. The thing she's been keeping in Cristina's locker at work so Addison wouldn't stumble upon it accidentally, while doing something cute and mundane such as hanging her clothes. She pulls back from Addison's chest with an almost rough squeeze of her hands on the curve of her ass, digging her thumbs into the crook of her hips when Addison responds with her own, needy whine. The sound strikes her as both disgruntled as well as nearly unhappy, and Meredith hardly blames her.
"I got you something too." She whispers, red hair trailing to the side when Addie cocks her head slightly to the side, rolling her shoulders as Meredith guides her to sit back. She pulls one of the plush, white blankets closer, draping it over Addison's thighs so as to keep her somewhat warm, letting it pool up around the woman's elbows, bunching at her hips and her waist. "Comfy?"
"Mmhmm." She presses her mouth to Addison's neck, keeping the contact brief and almost even chaste.
"And warm?"
"Yes. You always take such good care of me, Mer." Her voice is the little purr that Meredith loves so very much, and it's almost painful to pull away from her gently, with flushed cheeks, bare chest, and warm skin filled to the brim with promise of only more.
"Okay, okay. Let me get it." She slides off the blended silk Addison insists on using for their bed, almost running back to the kitchen for her bag. She comes back still digging in the bottom of her purse, strap suspended over one shoulder before dropping gently to her butt on the bed, legs folded beneath her. Addison rolls her head to the side, her face a mask of piqued curiosity at the square, velvet box; it's too large to be a ring, nestled in Meredith's palms.
"Will you open it for me?" She asks gently, wiggling her arms a little when Meredith scoots closer.
"Of course. I didn't know what to get you. You already have everything, and I know you said you didn't want anything, but I saw it and I couldn't resist, so-" Meredith stops at Addie's sharp intake of breath, glancing up from the box in her hands, filled halfway to the edge with cotton, to see the crooked smile that blossoms over her features as it unwraps and lights up her features. Addie's eyes sparkle in the same way her jewelry does, and Meredith can't help the flush that strikes a path up her neck, over her cheeks.
"It's beautiful." Addison breathes, ducking her head down as she does, and Meredith knows better than to miss out a chance to meet her tongue with her own.
"Likeyou." Addison whines to the words, her eyelashes hooded over her cheeks as they share their breath in this moment.
"Put it on me." Meredith rubs her teeth over her lip, suddenly shy, touching her nose to Addison's cheek.
"Are you sure? It's your jewelry, and I know you get sensitive right after changing your piercings and-"
"I'll teach you. C'mere." Addison giggles, spreading her thighs as she invites Meredith closer with only her body. Meredith can hardly resist the temptation of skin, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tucks her knees over Addison's thighs, drawing the chain from the box settled in her lap. "And, I know you'll begentle." Addison tilts her head back, exposing her neck, the pretty lines and tendons of her throat. Meredith takes that as an invitation, her very first set of direction, letting rhinestone- studded gold chain drag up over her skin until both of her hands meet alongside the clasp behind Addison's throat. She can't resist the temptation to suck at her neck for a moment after she sets the binding, until Addison moan vibrates her mouth and she draws back to find little wound hearts at the apex of twin chains nestled perfectly between the bones of Addison's collar. Meredith guides her hands down one of the chains, checking for tangles at the same time she follows the curve of Addison's breast with her mouth.
"Go ahead." The redhead goads, her cheeks pink with warmth, with the sensitivity of Meredith's touch as she swaps the plain candy- cane bars for one's connected by gold to her throat. It's an experience Meredith never thought to ever have in her life; dragging herself backward as she admires her effort for only a moment before rubbing her palms back up Addison's torso, pelvis to sternum and back. She winds her fingers into the top of the chain, closer to her throat on the second stroke, pulling towards herself as Addison squeaks and willingly leans into the pressure upon her chest.
"How does it feel?"
"Amazing." She leans up on her knees for another kiss that's soft, her cheeks red. "Don't pull too hard right away." Meredith drops the chain gently, letting it settle in the valley between Addison's breasts. "It's different than I'm used to. But it feels good."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Meredith cups her neck in her hands, pushing her tongue between her lips, to the roof of her mouth.
"Can I…" Meredith's voice drops to a low little note, bases of her hands against chain, thumbs at the curve of Addison's jaw. "May I come in you too?"
"Of course. I'm your present to play with." Addison's eyes sparkle like gemstones when Meredith giggles, kissing her again and then once more for good measure.
"Help me pick the size?" She throws her own falsely- innocent grin back toward her girlfriend, only to find her less than a breath from nuzzling into her shoulder.
"Mmph." She strokes at her hair with her fingers as she opens their drawer, tilting her head back with a soft little sigh at the feeling of mouth against her neck.
"Which one?" Meredith asks as Addison suckles her neck, feeling the touch of her nose as she tilts her head to the side. It's an almost easy flow of give and take between them, and Meredith moves her hand up a size at the silent request.
"That one." Addison's tongue brushes her throat, tasting her skin as she props herself up on her knees, and this woman absolutely does not need her hands to guide each of Meredith's motions.
"You're sure?" Meredith checks, even though she knows Addison is rarely ever unsure, that she likes this too, and there's a little nod and a hum into the crook of her throat. She misses the way Addison helps her with the straps, worrying her lip absently as she double- checks the strap at her hip for the third time.
"Meredith." The softness of Addison's voice draws her away from the worry, turning carefully until she's back to being nose to nose with her girlfriend. "Touch me." It's that same easy command, the opening line that almost always, without fail, draws Meredith's hands back to Addison's waist. She props herself up on her knees when Addison moans against her tongue, tipping them over backward as she loosens one of the ties around her wrists, allowing long arms to stretch downward, still bound to one another at the joints.
"So pretty." Meredith moans low, dragging Addison's lower lip between her teeth as she guides her head backwards, into the sheets. "Comfortable?" Addison nods with a little noise releasing from the back of her throat, blonde hair pooling over the swell of her chest as she tucks and tangles her fingers beneath silky red bows. She starts by tugging the ends of the ribbons between the knuckles of her fingers when Addison wiggles her hips, drawing herself up ever slightly to gaze at the way her skin sparkles in flickering light, chest exposed and nipples erect, draped in glittering chain. And then she drags her nose downward, peppering kisses over her waistline with the scrape of her teeth over the strap that leads to her thighs, guiding one of Addison's legs up over her shoulder.
Meredith's thumbs stay wrapped beneath the silk of the belt, squeezing her ribs as she toys with the tie over the opposite hip, tugging the edge of a bow with her teeth to make soft, silken fabric loosen and slip away. Her breathing notches upward against the skin of her thigh as Addison arches her back, exposing herself with her thighs so delicately spread, head rolled back as she hums at the excess of touch over her waist.
Meredith lets the thought of thighs gripping her head move her sideways, flicking her gaze up as she opens her mouth and presses the flat of her tongue against Addison's clit.
She loves the way Addie writhes against her mouth, thighs draping open at each side of her head, hips arching upwards. She gauges each motion of her tongue to the sound her girlfriend lets slip between pretty lips, tightening the fingers of one hand into the soft skin of her hips. She drags the other behind Addison's back, missing the touch of her hands in her hair, and digs her own digits where silk wraps around palms. Meredith finds herself lost to the way Addison sounds, the scent of their candles, and the feeling of both silk and skin beneath the touch of her hands. She swallows when Addison cums, trailing her tongue carefully over the cusp of her navel and back over her midline towards her sternum, careful to keep her pace ever slow.
"Roll over." She breathes the words gently against Addison's swollen lips, even as she's still reaching for breath, grip tight upon the hand at the back of her spine. They share a little bit of laughter before them in the moments before Addison's chuckle chokes into a gasp, Meredith's hand winding loosely into the chain around the cusp of her neck. With an experimental tug that turns into purr of ascent, blonde takes her time as she tests out the pacing of each stroke of her hips. She grinds forward and back, tightening the knuckles at Addison's throat even as she tightens the ones she's bound into the silk at her hips, until the pressure is just enough and Addison feels as though she's right upon the cusp of words that sound a little bit like a beg.
Meredith's hands guide Addison's hips until she's back spread out on her back, chest exposed, chain twinkling in the soft flickering light. She stays back on her knees and just looks, as she spends her time palming her thighs, enjoying the view; it's one of her secret little things that makes her brain short, to see Addison like this, just a little bit sloppy from a euphoric rise of mutually practiced pleasure. The idea that it's not- so- secret anymore and instead it's now shared, only makes it all the more better, having her lean forward on one of her hands as she guides the tip of her cock to folds still dripping with need.
Yet Meredith is still Meredith, extending her fingers to push into her girlfriend, feeling her out her name in a soft little noise much like a whimper, stickiness of her cum on the tips of her digits making her pause before dipping inside, feeling Addison accept what she's offered with shuddering thighs. She misses her touch once again, lamenting the loss of feeling her girlfriend's fingers in her hair, guiding her motions, but there's something to this that has Meredith acutely aware of the excitement she's feeling, acutely aware of every little breath and finite motion expended by Addison, driving her on. Meredith lowers her head to her chest and trails kisses north up her sternum as she guides her head in beside her fingers, enjoying the feeling of Addison's thighs as they settle on either side of her hips, knowing she's being stretched by her toy as she settles herself, pelvic bone angled forward to push herself deep. She withdraws her fingers only when she feels Addison flex, twisting her hand to rub the pad of a thumb over her clit, pushing down on her stomach only gently as she thrusts, testing the waters. Addison only moans, nose in blonde hair, and Meredith forces herself to adjust her position, braced almost fully on one palm to gaze down at her prize, leaning her head forward to feel every one of Addison's breaths against her lips as she starts to ride.
"Baby-" Addison writhes, and Meredith slows where she is, hips pressed against thighs gripped tight to her waist, arm locked to the side of Addison's ribs with her mouth hovering just over the bone of her collar. "I can't touch you like this." She simply whines out, lips parted and slick with her spit, and Meredith leans to drag her hand back up her middle, knuckles dragging over the warmth of her skin.
"Isn't that part of the point?" She hums back, carefully leading her tongue and her lips over the bone to the side of her neck, gently relieving the pressure between her legs as she pulls herself carefully back. Addison simply whines out again with some emotion lost between disappointment and lingering, strangled need, Meredith's weight shifting onto her legs as hands seek for the arms pinned beneath her back. She toys with one of the knots, working it free as it slips, guiding Addison up with a soft expression of her own even as arms pop to wrap around the back of her neck. "Stiff?" Meredith asks the moment they split for breath, gasping her singular word against ruby- painted lips.
"Mm." Two kisses follow, at a slow, lingering pace saturated with love, and she finds herself tracing the lines of Addison's ribs, stroking her hair, dragging down to linger over the belt still secure at her hips.
"What gave you the idea?" Meredith finally asks, feeling her girlfriend's lips trail over her jaw to the side of her neck.
"We've talked about it." This was true, they had, and Meredith flushed at the very thought that Addison had remembered such an offhand, little thought of binding her hands. And then Addison giggles, vibrating the side of her neck with the thrum of her voice. "I nearly added angel wings as well." And Meredith knows what she means; she's seen the decorative bars hidden away in Addison's draws, biting her lip at the thought of them decorating the redhead's chest.
"On top then, Angel." She teases, watching Addison jolt at the name as she herself wilts onto her back, arms gliding effortlessly down to her hips. Addison, who's proven time and again what a goddess she is when she's on top, proves this true only once again when Meredith re-binds her hands as thighs press to each side of her hips. Knuckles stroke over her abs and she simply finds she cannot resist when Addison rolls her neck, laying it back as red cascades over each blade of her shoulders, gasps rattling through parted lips in time with each thrust of her hips.
"Fuck." Meredith groans, heaving her weight as she rolls them, splaying one of her arms to the side of Addison's head even as she catches the back of her neck with the one wrapped in chain for just a handful more strokes that drive them both over a familiar- like edge.
Quivering much the same as the woman sprawled out beneath her, Meredith slides down her front until her chin is lightly at rest against the soft skin of her waist, where she can feel Addison breathe against the swell of her cheek even as she pulls worn knots back free. Fingers bind loosely into her hair, marking shapes with their strokes in the silence that settles in the space of shared breath, broken only with soft, whispered words.
Meredith rolls off her waist with an almost guttural groan, damning herself away from the warmth of Addison's tummy beneath her cheek, fingers in her hair. Addison matches her with a little discontent noise as she moves, untangling herself from the straps at her hips as she settles back between spread legs splattered with cum.
The warmth of the towel matches Meredith's hands as she caters her touch to trembling skin; parting her lips to suck at her hip as she releases Addison's hands, feeling them thread back into her hair. She hums softly into the curve of her knee as she massages her thighs, trailing a soft line of kisses as she feels Addison sigh.
"Feeling okay?" She checks as she releases the clasp over sheer tights, leading first one down over an endlessly long leg before repeating with the other. "Too much?"
"Nevertoo much." Addison sighs as the tie behind her back releases the knot slightly to the side of her spine, allowing her to relax as fully into the sheets at her back as the squeeze of warm hands.
"Except that one time, with the-" Meredith chuckles softly to herself while she guides plush- covered fingers over Addison's tits, toying with the chain that connects her piercings and throat with a mischievous gentleness as she cleans up her mess.
"Donotbring up thatonetime right now." The redhead moans low, catching the hand hovering over her heart. "Come here and cuddle."
And of course Meredith does, curling into her girlfriend's back as Addison sinks into their sheets, breath soft and content as she arches the back of her head for kisses that start and stay soft and slow.
"I love you." Meredith mumbles into her mouth as she peppers her with affectionate little kisses, squeezing her fingers to receive a soft little moan that she swallows.
"I love you." The moan vibrates lower when Meredith discards her towel, condemning it to a life forgotten on the dresser, and returns her hands to the pretty, soft skin of her girlfriend's breasts.
"Oh!" Addison squeaks, tugging blonde tresses backward until Meredith is looking up at her once again. "I have an actual present for you, if you'd like."
"Butyou'reall I want for Christmas." Addison giggles, pushing herself up on one elbow with another lengthy little kiss until they're both lost in the very same moan. The redhead rolls halfway away, digging one arm through the drawer until she procures a little blue- velvet box within her hand. She lays back a little, curling the box open beneath the tips of her fingers, relishing in the moment that Meredith eyes go as wide as stars in the sky. "Oh, Addison."
The little rose- gold dna strand sparkles in the low bedroom light, gemstones sparkling as the air flickers with warmth. She tugs her hair out of her face, away from her neck, Addison's knuckles guiding the chain around the back of her neck until it's clipped. Her fingers trail down over the chain, sliding down on her back until her mouth is back against throat, until Meredith moans low, clinging to the back of her head.
"I think we can go one more if you're up for it." Addison mumbles, breath coming out raspy and rough.
"OhAddie." Meredith giggles again, pressing her lips to the top of her brow, over her nose, down to her mouth. Fingers drag down over Addison's shoulders, over her breasts and back down the smooth curve of her stomach to palm at her skin. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Mer." Addison moans into her mouth, spreading thighs already sticky and white.