Say That I'm Ridiculous (GA, Addison/Meredith, NC-17)
Title: Say That I'm Ridiculous
Claim: Addison of Grey's Anatomy. (See table here.)
Pairing: Addison/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 586
Prompt: smut_69: #19: Whisper
Summary: "So," Meredith whispers, "who was it?" (Follow-up to " Maybe We've Crossed a Line.")
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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"So," Meredith whispers, "who was it?"
Addison suddenly doesn't feel like touching Meredith's breasts anymore. She pulls away and purses her lips. "Are you kidding?"
"What?"
"Did you really just come here to find out who else Derek has slept with?"
Meredith matches her level of annoyance. "Are you really not going to tell me?"
"Can't say I'm in the mood."
"But--"
"If you really just wanted information, you should have at least waited until after the sex. It's only polite."
"Polite? You're not polite. You... you can't say you're going to tell somebody something and then not tell them. That's..." Meredith's face turns into something like a scrunched-up pout. "... wrong."
Addison tries her best to mirror Meredith's expression, and the face Addison makes causes Meredith to laugh. Though this was not the reaction she expected, Addison tenuously decides to be okay with Meredith's feedback.
"What?"
"We," Meredith says, "are ridiculous." She shakes her head. "Very ridiculous."
"And slutty," Addison asserts. "Don't forget that. I know I haven't. Though I doubt your true sluttiness, considering we're not having sex."
"You're the one who stopped."
"You're the one who made me." Addison pauses, frowning a little. "We are ridiculous."
Meredith nods a couple of times. "It's just another one of the things we share."
She seems way too okay with this.
"We couldn't be more perfect for each other, huh?" Addison says, the beginning of a smile curling her lips.
"We really couldn't."
Meredith moves her hand to the back of Addison's neck, pulling her into a kiss. Addison considers breaking away; this is only the second time she and Meredith have met for casual sex, and she's already nearing exhaustion. But there's something about the way Meredith kisses her -- slow, sweet, but strangely forceful -- that makes Addison move one of her hands back to Meredith's chest. Her nipple is still hard against Addison's palm, and when Addison slides her hand underneath Meredith's shirt, Meredith lets out this moan that reminds Addison of how satisfying the first day of sex was.
So. Addison's not leaving now.
What she's doing is running her tongue over Meredith's bottom lip as she moves her fingers down Meredith's abdomen. Meredith quickly unzips Addison's skirt and pushes it down. Addison's fingers find their way between Meredith's legs a few seconds before Meredith's find their way between Addison's. Meredith lets out a moan as Addison finds her clit, and as Addison starts to move her thumb in ever smaller circles, Meredith stops the movement of her own hand. It's okay because it lets Addison focus, keeps her movements controlled, makes it easier to render Meredith into a quivering mess who can't say more than a syllable. Meredith comes with one hand gripping Addison's blouse, the other curving around a shelf.
Addison opens her mouth (she was planning on saying something about how ridiculous and slutty mix real well), but Meredith pulls her in for another kiss as she's saying the first word. Then Meredith's hand is back between her legs, two fingers slipping inside her so quickly that Addison's resulting gasp is caused mostly by surprise. She grips onto a shelf above Meredith's head as she rocks her hips against Meredith's hand. Meredith's other hand moves to one of Addison's breasts, groping her as best she can through the layers of fabric. When Addison comes, her eyes are closed and Meredith is exhaling sharply and often, as if she were still the one getting fucked.
Addison leans in, lips brushing over Meredith's before she slides them over Meredith's cheek. For a moment, she listens to Meredith breathe. "It was Mark."
Meredith pulls back. "Seriously?"
END
Claim: Addison of Grey's Anatomy. (See table here.)
Pairing: Addison/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 586
Prompt: smut_69: #19: Whisper
Summary: "So," Meredith whispers, "who was it?" (Follow-up to " Maybe We've Crossed a Line.")
Disclaimer: Not mine.
*
"So," Meredith whispers, "who was it?"
Addison suddenly doesn't feel like touching Meredith's breasts anymore. She pulls away and purses her lips. "Are you kidding?"
"What?"
"Did you really just come here to find out who else Derek has slept with?"
Meredith matches her level of annoyance. "Are you really not going to tell me?"
"Can't say I'm in the mood."
"But--"
"If you really just wanted information, you should have at least waited until after the sex. It's only polite."
"Polite? You're not polite. You... you can't say you're going to tell somebody something and then not tell them. That's..." Meredith's face turns into something like a scrunched-up pout. "... wrong."
Addison tries her best to mirror Meredith's expression, and the face Addison makes causes Meredith to laugh. Though this was not the reaction she expected, Addison tenuously decides to be okay with Meredith's feedback.
"What?"
"We," Meredith says, "are ridiculous." She shakes her head. "Very ridiculous."
"And slutty," Addison asserts. "Don't forget that. I know I haven't. Though I doubt your true sluttiness, considering we're not having sex."
"You're the one who stopped."
"You're the one who made me." Addison pauses, frowning a little. "We are ridiculous."
Meredith nods a couple of times. "It's just another one of the things we share."
She seems way too okay with this.
"We couldn't be more perfect for each other, huh?" Addison says, the beginning of a smile curling her lips.
"We really couldn't."
Meredith moves her hand to the back of Addison's neck, pulling her into a kiss. Addison considers breaking away; this is only the second time she and Meredith have met for casual sex, and she's already nearing exhaustion. But there's something about the way Meredith kisses her -- slow, sweet, but strangely forceful -- that makes Addison move one of her hands back to Meredith's chest. Her nipple is still hard against Addison's palm, and when Addison slides her hand underneath Meredith's shirt, Meredith lets out this moan that reminds Addison of how satisfying the first day of sex was.
So. Addison's not leaving now.
What she's doing is running her tongue over Meredith's bottom lip as she moves her fingers down Meredith's abdomen. Meredith quickly unzips Addison's skirt and pushes it down. Addison's fingers find their way between Meredith's legs a few seconds before Meredith's find their way between Addison's. Meredith lets out a moan as Addison finds her clit, and as Addison starts to move her thumb in ever smaller circles, Meredith stops the movement of her own hand. It's okay because it lets Addison focus, keeps her movements controlled, makes it easier to render Meredith into a quivering mess who can't say more than a syllable. Meredith comes with one hand gripping Addison's blouse, the other curving around a shelf.
Addison opens her mouth (she was planning on saying something about how ridiculous and slutty mix real well), but Meredith pulls her in for another kiss as she's saying the first word. Then Meredith's hand is back between her legs, two fingers slipping inside her so quickly that Addison's resulting gasp is caused mostly by surprise. She grips onto a shelf above Meredith's head as she rocks her hips against Meredith's hand. Meredith's other hand moves to one of Addison's breasts, groping her as best she can through the layers of fabric. When Addison comes, her eyes are closed and Meredith is exhaling sharply and often, as if she were still the one getting fucked.
Addison leans in, lips brushing over Meredith's before she slides them over Meredith's cheek. For a moment, she listens to Meredith breathe. "It was Mark."
Meredith pulls back. "Seriously?"
END