Take one down, Pass it around
E is for Experiment- Alex+Meredith+Cristina-R, I guess, warning for drug use, vague hints at femslash, even vaguer hints at threesomeing.
For Jo, who inspired it and prompted it and then ended up helping me with it so much, at one point even writing part of it that I couldn't. So this is really as much hers as it is mine.
Cristina was stretched out on the bed next to Meredith, all comfortable and familiar and snuggling in a way that made Alex feel a little a voyeur when he leaned around the door and found them.
“You gotta hear about this kid I had today,” he murmured, still not stepping fully into the room, leaning against the doorframe. “Asked me it would be a bad idea to smoke a joint before his surgery.”
“Kids are stupid,” Cristina muttered. “That’s why peds is stupid.”
He shrugged. “I confiscated it. Just to be safe,” he added, holding up the joint a smirk.
“So are you bragging,” Cristina demanded, “or offering?”
“Seriously?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Seriously.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”
Cristina glanced over at Meredith. “You’re in, right?”
Meredith frowned. “I don’t know.”
“Seriously?” Cristina asked, head tilted as she studied her.
Meredith shrugged. “We’re not teenagers. We’re grown ups. We’re surgeons.”
“We’re not working,” Cristina pointed out. “And being grown up sucks.”
“So? We can’t just stop being grown ups.”
“We can have a little fun. Fun is allowed.”
“At least light a candle or something,” Meredith murmured. “I don’t want my bedroom to smell like I’m skipping school to ride my skateboard.”
Cristina grinned, rolling over to the edge of the bed, rumbling in the nightstand before finding a lighter and flicking it, lighting a candle, wrinkling her nose.
“That’s terrible,” she muttered, blowing it out, tossing the lighter to Alex. “Open the windows.”
“It’s raining,” Meredith sighed.
“It’s freaking Seattle,” Alex said, opening the first window. “It’s always raining.”
“Raining is implied.”
Alex opened the other window before walking over to the bed, toeing off his shoes and climbing in next to them, nudging Cristina over with a grunt.
She glared at him, settling against Meredith, reaching for the joint as soon as he lit it.
“Wait your turn,” he muttered.
“She’s greedy,” Meredith shrugged.
“Shocking,” he said, inhaling before passing it to her.
Cristina smiled, breathing in, exhaling, grin widening lazily. “Your teenage patient got some good shit.”
He looked at her. “You’ve done this before.”
“I went to Berkley. Not that I hadn’t done it before. With this beautiful blond boy in Beverly Hills, in his parents super fancy screening room.”
“Did you break his heart?” Meredith asked.
“Of course,” Cristina said, inhaling again, blowing out a ring of smoke.
Alex shook his head. “Now you’re just showing off.”
“Are you surprised?” she asked, kicking his legs lightly with her feet.
“Not even a little.”
She passed the joint to Meredith, who hesitated, staring at it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Cristina elbowed her playfully. “Come on.”
“Are you peer pressuring me?”
“Mmmhmm. Do it.”
Meredith rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who’s afraid the grown up police are gonna show up and arrest us.”
“The actual police could arrest us for possession,” she pointed out.
“No one gets arrested for one joint,” Cristina protested, kicking Alex again.
“Why are you looking at me?” he muttered.
“You’re the one with the most law enforcement experience,” she shrugged.
“God you’re a sweetheart,” he said, taking the joint from Meredith when she finally inhaled.
Meredith shifted, climbing over Cristina, who groaned in protest.
“Where are you going?” she demanded.
“Getting comfy,” Meredith shrugged, wiggling into the space between them, resting her head on Alex’s stomach.
Cristina frowned, moving until she had her head on Meredith’s stomach, one arm lazily draped over her body when Alex offered the joint again.
Meredith sucked in slowly, coughing a little and Cristina laughed.
“Right, little miss Amsterdam,” Cristina laughed. “You’re some kind of virgin.”
“Amsterdam,” Meredith sighed happily. “That was fun.”
“You’re supposed to be reformed now,” Cristina pointed out, taking the joint. “All grown up.”
“Being grown up sucks,” Meredith sighed. “It’s stupid.”
“Seriously,” Alex agreed, taking the joint back when Cristina was done with it.
“Seriously,” Meredith giggled.
“Did you two ever fool around?” Alex asked, watching them. “Always wanted to ask, figured this was my best opportunity.”
“You ever jack off thinking about?” Cristina shot back, her smile all self satisfied and cat like.
“I asked first,” he said, passing the joint to Meredith when she reached up for it.
“And I’m not answering til you do,” Cristina said with a shrug. “And neither is she.”
“You always do what she tells you to do?” he asked with a grin.
Meredith nodded, inhaling with her eyes closed. “Makes my life easier.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Yeah. Maybe a time or two.”
“Was it hot?” Cristina asked, nudging him with her feet, curling towards him, her head still resting against Meredith.
He shrugged. “You’re very bendy.”
“Damn right,” Cristina nodded, taking the joint, inhaling, passing it back.
“Pay up,” he demanded.
“We don’t screw,” she said. “You don’t screw your person, things get all messed up and then they leave you all sad and alone. Like you.”
He caught the brief shared smirk between them. "Make out?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Cristina's mouth stretched into a grin. "So that's a yes?"
She kept her eyes on his, reaching between his fingers for the joint- needing something like Dutch courage. "Once."
He laughed, "Wow, what would Shepherd say?"
She rested her head back down against Meredith, almost bored with the thought. “He'd say she uses a lot of tongue."
“Tongue is awesome,” Meredith protested.
His attention shifted to Cristina as she flicked the button on her jeans, shimmying out of them and kicking them off the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not even pretending he wasn’t staring at her lacy little black thong.
“She hates pants,” Meredith explained.
“I find them offensive,” Cristina shrugged.
“So wear a skit,” he said.
She shook her head. “Oppressive tool of the patriarchy.”
He frowned. “Dude that doesn’t make any sense.”
“We need food, why didn’t we bring food? Downstairs is so far. Too far.” Meredith said after a pause. She nudged Cristina. “What’s in your bag?”
“I don’t carry muffins in my purse,” Cristina muttered. “I’m not Izzie.”
Meredith tilted her head up. “Do you miss her?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Sometimes.”
He frowned, fingers combing through her hair. Which he probably shouldn’t be doing, but he figured that was pretty far down on the list of things he shouldn’t be doing. And she felt nice, all warm and pressed up against him, even Cristina’s legs, tangled up with his felt good, not that he’d ever admit that. Or think about how long it had been since he’d had any kind of physical contact, because that was freaking depressing.
Meredith’s nail were scratching his stomach so lazily that he was pretty sure she didn’t even know she doing it, and he should probably tell her stop, but it was nice too, and Izzie was gone, and she was never coming back, and he was going to take what he could get.
He could hear the rain on the roof top, making the whole room feel kind of damp, which he liked for some reason, and he closed his eyes.
For Jo, who inspired it and prompted it and then ended up helping me with it so much, at one point even writing part of it that I couldn't. So this is really as much hers as it is mine.
Cristina was stretched out on the bed next to Meredith, all comfortable and familiar and snuggling in a way that made Alex feel a little a voyeur when he leaned around the door and found them.
“You gotta hear about this kid I had today,” he murmured, still not stepping fully into the room, leaning against the doorframe. “Asked me it would be a bad idea to smoke a joint before his surgery.”
“Kids are stupid,” Cristina muttered. “That’s why peds is stupid.”
He shrugged. “I confiscated it. Just to be safe,” he added, holding up the joint a smirk.
“So are you bragging,” Cristina demanded, “or offering?”
“Seriously?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yes,” she said with a grin. “Seriously.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”
Cristina glanced over at Meredith. “You’re in, right?”
Meredith frowned. “I don’t know.”
“Seriously?” Cristina asked, head tilted as she studied her.
Meredith shrugged. “We’re not teenagers. We’re grown ups. We’re surgeons.”
“We’re not working,” Cristina pointed out. “And being grown up sucks.”
“So? We can’t just stop being grown ups.”
“We can have a little fun. Fun is allowed.”
“At least light a candle or something,” Meredith murmured. “I don’t want my bedroom to smell like I’m skipping school to ride my skateboard.”
Cristina grinned, rolling over to the edge of the bed, rumbling in the nightstand before finding a lighter and flicking it, lighting a candle, wrinkling her nose.
“That’s terrible,” she muttered, blowing it out, tossing the lighter to Alex. “Open the windows.”
“It’s raining,” Meredith sighed.
“It’s freaking Seattle,” Alex said, opening the first window. “It’s always raining.”
“Raining is implied.”
Alex opened the other window before walking over to the bed, toeing off his shoes and climbing in next to them, nudging Cristina over with a grunt.
She glared at him, settling against Meredith, reaching for the joint as soon as he lit it.
“Wait your turn,” he muttered.
“She’s greedy,” Meredith shrugged.
“Shocking,” he said, inhaling before passing it to her.
Cristina smiled, breathing in, exhaling, grin widening lazily. “Your teenage patient got some good shit.”
He looked at her. “You’ve done this before.”
“I went to Berkley. Not that I hadn’t done it before. With this beautiful blond boy in Beverly Hills, in his parents super fancy screening room.”
“Did you break his heart?” Meredith asked.
“Of course,” Cristina said, inhaling again, blowing out a ring of smoke.
Alex shook his head. “Now you’re just showing off.”
“Are you surprised?” she asked, kicking his legs lightly with her feet.
“Not even a little.”
She passed the joint to Meredith, who hesitated, staring at it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Cristina elbowed her playfully. “Come on.”
“Are you peer pressuring me?”
“Mmmhmm. Do it.”
Meredith rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who’s afraid the grown up police are gonna show up and arrest us.”
“The actual police could arrest us for possession,” she pointed out.
“No one gets arrested for one joint,” Cristina protested, kicking Alex again.
“Why are you looking at me?” he muttered.
“You’re the one with the most law enforcement experience,” she shrugged.
“God you’re a sweetheart,” he said, taking the joint from Meredith when she finally inhaled.
Meredith shifted, climbing over Cristina, who groaned in protest.
“Where are you going?” she demanded.
“Getting comfy,” Meredith shrugged, wiggling into the space between them, resting her head on Alex’s stomach.
Cristina frowned, moving until she had her head on Meredith’s stomach, one arm lazily draped over her body when Alex offered the joint again.
Meredith sucked in slowly, coughing a little and Cristina laughed.
“Right, little miss Amsterdam,” Cristina laughed. “You’re some kind of virgin.”
“Amsterdam,” Meredith sighed happily. “That was fun.”
“You’re supposed to be reformed now,” Cristina pointed out, taking the joint. “All grown up.”
“Being grown up sucks,” Meredith sighed. “It’s stupid.”
“Seriously,” Alex agreed, taking the joint back when Cristina was done with it.
“Seriously,” Meredith giggled.
“Did you two ever fool around?” Alex asked, watching them. “Always wanted to ask, figured this was my best opportunity.”
“You ever jack off thinking about?” Cristina shot back, her smile all self satisfied and cat like.
“I asked first,” he said, passing the joint to Meredith when she reached up for it.
“And I’m not answering til you do,” Cristina said with a shrug. “And neither is she.”
“You always do what she tells you to do?” he asked with a grin.
Meredith nodded, inhaling with her eyes closed. “Makes my life easier.”
He chuckled. “Okay. Yeah. Maybe a time or two.”
“Was it hot?” Cristina asked, nudging him with her feet, curling towards him, her head still resting against Meredith.
He shrugged. “You’re very bendy.”
“Damn right,” Cristina nodded, taking the joint, inhaling, passing it back.
“Pay up,” he demanded.
“We don’t screw,” she said. “You don’t screw your person, things get all messed up and then they leave you all sad and alone. Like you.”
He caught the brief shared smirk between them. "Make out?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Cristina's mouth stretched into a grin. "So that's a yes?"
She kept her eyes on his, reaching between his fingers for the joint- needing something like Dutch courage. "Once."
He laughed, "Wow, what would Shepherd say?"
She rested her head back down against Meredith, almost bored with the thought. “He'd say she uses a lot of tongue."
“Tongue is awesome,” Meredith protested.
His attention shifted to Cristina as she flicked the button on her jeans, shimmying out of them and kicking them off the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not even pretending he wasn’t staring at her lacy little black thong.
“She hates pants,” Meredith explained.
“I find them offensive,” Cristina shrugged.
“So wear a skit,” he said.
She shook her head. “Oppressive tool of the patriarchy.”
He frowned. “Dude that doesn’t make any sense.”
“We need food, why didn’t we bring food? Downstairs is so far. Too far.” Meredith said after a pause. She nudged Cristina. “What’s in your bag?”
“I don’t carry muffins in my purse,” Cristina muttered. “I’m not Izzie.”
Meredith tilted her head up. “Do you miss her?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Sometimes.”
He frowned, fingers combing through her hair. Which he probably shouldn’t be doing, but he figured that was pretty far down on the list of things he shouldn’t be doing. And she felt nice, all warm and pressed up against him, even Cristina’s legs, tangled up with his felt good, not that he’d ever admit that. Or think about how long it had been since he’d had any kind of physical contact, because that was freaking depressing.
Meredith’s nail were scratching his stomach so lazily that he was pretty sure she didn’t even know she doing it, and he should probably tell her stop, but it was nice too, and Izzie was gone, and she was never coming back, and he was going to take what he could get.
He could hear the rain on the roof top, making the whole room feel kind of damp, which he liked for some reason, and he closed his eyes.