Grey's Anatomy FF: What good girls do (Cristina/Meredith, R)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VI. This is honestly the last big batch until I write some Dr Horrible porn.
Title: What good girls do
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Meredith
Rating: Probably R
Length: 329 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC
Spoilers: Nothing very specific, but probably mid-S3 somewhere
Summary: Cristina tempts Meredith into all kinds of wicked things. Prompt was evil, originally here.
Cristina is evil. Meredith knows this. She has always known this - that Cristina goes after what she wants with no particular care for the things in her way. It’s one of the things Meredith likes best about her. She appreciates that kind of clarity.
But Cristina is not meant to use her evil powers against Meredith. And this definitely qualifies as evil. It is quite definitely evil to climb into Meredith’s bed, displacing her very trusting boyfriend, and pressing her fingers into so many interesting places. Seriously evil.
Cristina’s mouth leaves dark red lipstick smears on Meredith’s breasts. It doesn’t really seem sufficient as proof that Meredith had no chance against Cristina’s villainous wiles. The press of teeth helps. And really no one can expect her to put up much of a fight. This is Cristina - she tempts Meredith into all sorts of wicked things.
Meredith spreads her legs open to let Cristina slide her wicked clever hands inside. Cristina’s the best surgeon: she has the steadiest hands, the surest fingers, and she doesn’t get over invested. Except right now, with her hand slipping and stuttering, so Meredith naturally reaches down and helps.
Cristina laughs deep in her throat, and Meredith’s memories of how they got to this point become a little less hazy. She’s not entirely convinced, now, that the evil wiles were completely one-sided. There was colourful alcohol of some kind, tasting a little like Cristina’s lips when she covers Meredith’s. There may have been dancing, just like this, Meredith’s arms pulling Cristina close, all sweet friction. Meredith pushes back with her own fingers - she figures reciprocity is what good girls do.
The world turns to sparkling wicked stars. Meredith gasps, and lets Cristina’s head fall down onto her shoulder. She draws shiny wet stripes on Cristina’s back, and giggles when Cristina squirms.
“So,” Meredith says eventually, “that was different.”
“Meredith,” Cristina says, the familiar unspoken you idiot tagging fondly on the end. “You started it.”
FIN
Title: What good girls do
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Meredith
Rating: Probably R
Length: 329 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC
Spoilers: Nothing very specific, but probably mid-S3 somewhere
Summary: Cristina tempts Meredith into all kinds of wicked things. Prompt was evil, originally here.
Cristina is evil. Meredith knows this. She has always known this - that Cristina goes after what she wants with no particular care for the things in her way. It’s one of the things Meredith likes best about her. She appreciates that kind of clarity.
But Cristina is not meant to use her evil powers against Meredith. And this definitely qualifies as evil. It is quite definitely evil to climb into Meredith’s bed, displacing her very trusting boyfriend, and pressing her fingers into so many interesting places. Seriously evil.
Cristina’s mouth leaves dark red lipstick smears on Meredith’s breasts. It doesn’t really seem sufficient as proof that Meredith had no chance against Cristina’s villainous wiles. The press of teeth helps. And really no one can expect her to put up much of a fight. This is Cristina - she tempts Meredith into all sorts of wicked things.
Meredith spreads her legs open to let Cristina slide her wicked clever hands inside. Cristina’s the best surgeon: she has the steadiest hands, the surest fingers, and she doesn’t get over invested. Except right now, with her hand slipping and stuttering, so Meredith naturally reaches down and helps.
Cristina laughs deep in her throat, and Meredith’s memories of how they got to this point become a little less hazy. She’s not entirely convinced, now, that the evil wiles were completely one-sided. There was colourful alcohol of some kind, tasting a little like Cristina’s lips when she covers Meredith’s. There may have been dancing, just like this, Meredith’s arms pulling Cristina close, all sweet friction. Meredith pushes back with her own fingers - she figures reciprocity is what good girls do.
The world turns to sparkling wicked stars. Meredith gasps, and lets Cristina’s head fall down onto her shoulder. She draws shiny wet stripes on Cristina’s back, and giggles when Cristina squirms.
“So,” Meredith says eventually, “that was different.”
“Meredith,” Cristina says, the familiar unspoken you idiot tagging fondly on the end. “You started it.”
FIN