the 's' word {ga - cristina/lexie/meredith}
Title: The 'S' Word
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Cristina/Lexie/Meredith.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,757
Author's Note: I'm in a rut writing wise. And so this happened. For seasonal_smut, and the prompt 'snowed in'.
Summary: Loosely post 6.10 - Holidaze. The repetition of the word “seriously” at various pitches and volumes is what gets her attention.
The repetition of the word “seriously” at various pitches and volumes is what gets her attention.
Now Lexie, having just looked outside and noticed that, hey, they were snowed in, and realizing that maybe they should’ve checked the weather or looked out a window last night somewhere in their drunken ‘dance it out’ haze, naturally assumed that Meredith had reached this same conclusion.
Maybe she had. She thinks she saw Meredith palm her phone as she scrambled for the sheets. The thing is that when Lexie opened Meredith’s bedroom door to add to this frantic chant and commiserate, she found her sister and Cristina in various stages of nudity on Meredith’s bed. Meredith and Derek’s bed.
She shut the door so hard and so quick that the door frame shook.
“Oh god, I’m so, so, so sorry. I didn’t…I mean, I thought, and you didn’t,” her cheeks feel hot and she doesn’t think she wants to look in a mirror for the next few minutes. All she can do is ramble and shut her eyes and try not to linger on that image of the way the lace on Cristina’s red bra had accentuated the curve of her breast or how Meredith’s legs had looked a lot longer than normal when they were all bare and smooth and tangled in the sheets and holy shit she should not be thinking about that right now.
Lexie is not drunk enough for this right now. She isn’t even hung-over enough to pass it off as some blurry alcohol induced memory that would hopefully dim over time.
No, this is totally burned into her memory.
She thinks she might still be talking.
“…I just - there’s a snowstorm and apparently we’re all, you know, stuck here, and I thought…and I’d heard people say you guys were always close but…I had no - I mean I would never say anything or, you know - “
The door opens and she was sort of half leaning against it so that throws her even more off balance than she already is. She stumbles to find her footing and her shoulder knocks against Cristina’s bare one, and Cristina gives her this hard look that looks sort of half-amused in the right light while she puts out a hand to steady her.
Lexie thinks her cheeks flush more at the skin-to-skin contact. If that’s possible. Like maybe to the shade of Cristina’s aforementioned bra, which she’s still wearing. That and the jeans she had on last night, and Lexie kind of idly wonders where her shirt is if it isn’t in the bedroom, or if she plans on going back in the bedroom later.
And for what.
This is not good. Not a good start to the day.
---
Contextually, this makes slightly more sense.
The problem is the context, which would be the events of last night, is kind of half remembered. Mostly, what Lexie remembers is a big blowout with her and Mark over Sloan, followed by a mild blowout between Meredith and Derek over who to choose sides with. Which is how Meredith ended up with her, and Derek ended up with Mark at the apartment.
If Cristina was to be believed, her and Owen regularly had these sort of blowouts at this point in their relationship, and so a fight wasn’t even entirely necessary for her to be all in with the idea of blowing off some man-related steam at Joe’s.
Except.
Teddy had shown her face at some point in the night, when they still weren’t that drunk, and Cristina had sort of started her own little side monologue in which she snipped about the cardio surgeon and just generally shot glares in the other woman’s direction with far too much intensity and far too little subtlety.
Which is when Meredith decided to bring it back to her house.
It might have been snowing. Lexie doesn’t remember that far. She remembers tequila shots and the way alcohol stops burning once you’ve had enough and dancing to a song that she’d never heard before and yet somehow magically seemed to know the exact beat to. Now, in the harsh light of day, faced with this particular situation, she also remembers someone’s hand grazing her hip but she can’t remember whose or when or why. They were just three very drunk people whose movements seemed to flow into one another and Lexie had felt this strange overwhelming sense of belonging that probably would’ve brought her to tears had she not passed out on the couch at some point in the midst of all of this.
That brings her to this morning. And the snow outside the windows and the door. And Meredith and Cristina and unexpected nudity.
Lexie’s pretty sure context isn’t helping her out with this as much as she believed it might.
---
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay.”
Lexie pulls at the crust of her toast. She’d burnt it. Actually, she’d almost forgotten it was in there until it basically flew out of the toaster. There had been noise upstairs, talking, and she’d equal parts been trying to listen in and been trying to pretend that she was absolutely, totally alone in this house.
It was very counterproductive.
There’s a long moment where Lexie tries to determine what this conversation is about. She comes up empty. “You lost me.”
“She means stop staring at us like you don’t regularly walk in on Callie and Arizona looking at each other like they seriously need to find a room.” Cristina pours herself coffee and doesn’t look at all any less intimidating than she did the day she met her and deemed her ‘three’. “And be thankful you didn’t walk in ten minutes beforehand.”
“Cristina,” Meredith whispers, in that harsh, hissing way that totally defeats the purpose of whispering at all.
“What were you going to say?” Cristina challenges, and Lexie’s pretty sure it would’ve been another round of ‘okay’ or possibly ‘enough’ but with a raised eyebrow in addition to the singular word statement.
She continues to separate the crust from the bread for absolutely no reason other than to give her hands something to do, her eyes somewhere to focus, and feels like a little kid in all the worst ways. The words kind of spill out when she stops actively trying to keep her mouth shut. “So have you guys been - I mean is this an ongoing - “
A spoon slips out of Meredith’s hand and clatters to the ground, and she interjects, “So, it looks like we’re going to be here awhile.”
Cristina rolls her eyes and leaves the room. Lexie stares at her toast and bites her lip hard. Meredith stares.
They all wonder how long ‘awhile’ is going to be.
---
Getting through the day involves a lot of aspirin and time in separate rooms.
Lexie ignores Mark’s phone calls, mostly because she’d fairly sure she’d accidentally spill what she just saw and he’d tell Derek, and dammit she’s supposed to be mad at him. So he goes completely ignored and her voicemail piles up like the snow outside that has them stuck in the first place.
Meredith talks to Derek, right there in living room in front of both her and Cristina and acts like nothing at all is off. This of course only serves to make Lexie wonder if this isn’t an ongoing thing, instead of just a one-off that she had the unfortunate timing to walk in on. From their conversation, she also gleans that Mark and Derek are staying at the apartment until the snow stops dumping and the temperatures climb out of the realm of below freezing.
The local forecast proclaims that they should expect that to happen tomorrow afternoon.
If Cristina receives any phone calls, she doesn’t let onto it. Instead she flips through magazines, quickly boring of that and switching to medical textbooks. She mentions something about unseen surgical tapes that belonged to the late Ellis Grey. Meredith glares.
She imagines tonight is going to involve a lot of alcohol again.
---
Later, much later, as in at night, Lexie passes by Meredith’s room on her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. There is giggling audible through the doors, very obviously Meredith’s, and her and Cristina disappeared about ten minutes ago, so Lexie really doesn’t think she wants to, or needs to, know.
She’s just going to go about her business as silently as possible, race back downstairs and watch television until she passes out. Maybe she’ll call Mark. Maybe she’s exactly that desperate.
Lexie definitely isn’t going to think about what’s going on behind closed doors up here.
She gets the door closed, gets the toothpaste on her toothbrush, and looks up at the mirror in front of her just in time to see the door crack open. It’s Meredith, taking a cautious glance inside, presumably to make sure Lexie isn’t naked or on the toilet, before she pushes the door open the rest of the way and grabs a hold of Lexie’s arm, pulling her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
“What are you - Meredith, I’m - “ her protests go largely ignored and by the time she processes that she’s already inside Meredith’s room and the door’s closed. Cristina’s on the bed again, fully clothed this time, although Lexie’s got this feeling like she might not stay that way for look.
“Tequila?” Meredith inquires, her hand still wrapped around Lexie’s arm, possibly in an attempt to prevent her from bolting. Lexie isn’t sure she has it in her to bolt. It’s not like the question is directed at her anyways.
“Tequila,” Cristina agrees, and Meredith gives Lexie the once-over before she leaves to go get the bottle that’s sitting on the coffee table downstairs.
Lexie crosses her arms over her chest, feeling all the more awkward now that she’s the only one that Cristina has left to stare at, and tries to think of things to say that don’t sound dumb, offensive, or could be misconstrued as a come-on. So, she’s got nothing.
“Stop looking at me like you think we’re going to tie you to the bed,” Cristina says after a moment, rolling onto her back so that she’s no longer looking at Lexie, leaving her with an expression that couldn’t be interpreted as anything but ‘bored now’.
“It’s just…” she bites her lip, puts on her determined face after that because she’s kind of tired of only half-finishing sentences today. She has the words; she just can’t get her lips around them. “Isn’t this sort of like entrapment?”
Cristina’s looking at her again. She really wishes she hadn’t used those words. Or any at all. She’s very conflicted in a lot of areas right now.
Five seconds later, Lexie’s on the bed and Cristina’s tongue is in her mouth. It happens exactly that fast. Cristina had reached up and pulled her down and made her move before Lexie could fully adjust to the fact that she was now sitting and yet she still felt dizzy. She’s fairly sure you can’t really be dizzy while you’re sitting down if you aren’t drunk. And she’s not. And Cristina doesn’t taste like she is.
Yet.
It’s necessary to add the ‘yet’ because Meredith walks in a moment later bearing that mostly full bottle and doesn’t do anything in the way of acting surprised or saying anything. Cristina’s nails drag against Lexie’s scalp and through her hair and that draws Lexie’s attention back to her and away from her sister who’s drinking straight out of the bottle.
When Cristina pulls back, something like a snort of laughter probably in reaction to whatever messed up expression is currently on Lexie’s face, Meredith nods something appreciative.
Lexie clears her throat. Makes a half-assed decision that she will most likely come to regret. Blames it on the snow and all the people with Sloan in their name. And then says, “This really seems like something that’s going to require alcohol.”
Meredith giggles and it does something funny to Lexie’s insides, just like the flick of her tongue as it darts out to lick her lips does something funny to the sudden ache between her legs.
---
They’re definitely drunk by the time Meredith reaches across Lexie, her arm brushing against Lexie’s breast in an accidentally-on-purpose maneuver that makes Lexie’s breath catch in her throat.
Cristina’s down to her bra again. Meredith’s shirt is too thin for this weather. Lexie can’t stop thinking about the two of them and what they’ve sort of wordlessly propositioned her to do with them.
She shouldn’t have any problem saying ‘no thanks, she’s just fine downstairs with the television blasting’ and yet she’s stuck on ‘yes, okay, apparently I’m okay with going here’.
When Meredith’s hand lands on her thigh in what was probably another one of those maneuvers, Lexie shifts to force Meredith’s hand higher and closer to where she wants it and that’s probably the point at which it’s all over. It was an unconscionable movement. The sly grin that pulls at Meredith’s lips makes her not regret it all that much.
Meredith’s mouth covers her own after that and there’s the shifting of someone’s weight on the bed, a movement that she doesn’t really care about so much while Meredith’s teeth scrape against her lower lip, but definitely starts to when Cristina’s hands, damp from the bottle she previously held, cup her breasts through her shirt, short nails scraping against her nipples as they harden at the contact.
The moan she gives is undignified but it makes Meredith move the hand that isn’t in her hair between her legs, close enough that she can feel the heat from her skin through her jeans, but not close enough that she’s actually touching her.
Just as quickly as it all started it stops completely. Both pairs of hands draw back from her and Meredith’s relocated her lips on Cristina’s, moving down to her neck and back up again, and Cristina’s pulling upwards on Meredith’s shirt with a sense of urgency and need that Lexie was fairly sure Cristina reserved only for surgery.
Lexie takes this opportunity to lay back on the bed and watch and try not to think about where Meredith’s hand almost was and how badly she needed that particular sensation. She watches Cristina divest Meredith of her shirt, followed by her bra in the next three seconds, and then Cristina’s mouth slides down Meredith’s body to swirl her tongue over her nipple, teasing. Meredith’s head goes back, arches a little against Cristina’s mouth as her fingers tangle in the other woman’s curls.
There’s a cacophony of moans coming from Meredith and Lexie makes this breathy noise in the back of her throat that must be audible enough to Meredith because she shifts her body, and as a result Cristina’s, so that she can press the heel of her hand against Lexie, right where she wants her, the pressure enough to drive her insane. Lexie covers Meredith’s hand with her own, keeping her there, and when Cristina pulls back there’s a look between them that Lexie can’t quite understand.
Half a second later, both of Meredith’s hands are fumbling with the waistband of her jeans, and when that’s out of the way, her head dips down between Lexie’s legs, her fingers underneath the sides of her underwear, ready to work them down and off any second now. Cristina’s doing whatever wonderful thing she was just doing to Meredith’s breasts to hers now, and it occurs to Lexie, in one of those brief moments of clarity, that Cristina’s far too good at this for this to be anything but ongoing. Or there were other women.
The flat of Meredith’s tongue on her clit rids her of any further revelations.
---
Some time later finds the three of them with various articles of clothing still on, lying on the bed with Meredith in the middle. Lexie’s half collapsed against her chest and Cristina isn’t touching either of them except for where her leg is tangled with Meredith’s, meeting at their ankles.
If she squints in the direction of the window, cranes her neck right, she thinks she can see snow still falling.
“I think we’re going to be here for awhile.”
Meredith gives some heavily inebriated giggle that sounds fairly promising and Cristina half-sits up like she’s just realized she doesn’t know what they did with that bottle, and Lexie doesn’t mind it all that much anymore.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Cristina/Lexie/Meredith.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,757
Author's Note: I'm in a rut writing wise. And so this happened. For seasonal_smut, and the prompt 'snowed in'.
Summary: Loosely post 6.10 - Holidaze. The repetition of the word “seriously” at various pitches and volumes is what gets her attention.
The repetition of the word “seriously” at various pitches and volumes is what gets her attention.
Now Lexie, having just looked outside and noticed that, hey, they were snowed in, and realizing that maybe they should’ve checked the weather or looked out a window last night somewhere in their drunken ‘dance it out’ haze, naturally assumed that Meredith had reached this same conclusion.
Maybe she had. She thinks she saw Meredith palm her phone as she scrambled for the sheets. The thing is that when Lexie opened Meredith’s bedroom door to add to this frantic chant and commiserate, she found her sister and Cristina in various stages of nudity on Meredith’s bed. Meredith and Derek’s bed.
She shut the door so hard and so quick that the door frame shook.
“Oh god, I’m so, so, so sorry. I didn’t…I mean, I thought, and you didn’t,” her cheeks feel hot and she doesn’t think she wants to look in a mirror for the next few minutes. All she can do is ramble and shut her eyes and try not to linger on that image of the way the lace on Cristina’s red bra had accentuated the curve of her breast or how Meredith’s legs had looked a lot longer than normal when they were all bare and smooth and tangled in the sheets and holy shit she should not be thinking about that right now.
Lexie is not drunk enough for this right now. She isn’t even hung-over enough to pass it off as some blurry alcohol induced memory that would hopefully dim over time.
No, this is totally burned into her memory.
She thinks she might still be talking.
“…I just - there’s a snowstorm and apparently we’re all, you know, stuck here, and I thought…and I’d heard people say you guys were always close but…I had no - I mean I would never say anything or, you know - “
The door opens and she was sort of half leaning against it so that throws her even more off balance than she already is. She stumbles to find her footing and her shoulder knocks against Cristina’s bare one, and Cristina gives her this hard look that looks sort of half-amused in the right light while she puts out a hand to steady her.
Lexie thinks her cheeks flush more at the skin-to-skin contact. If that’s possible. Like maybe to the shade of Cristina’s aforementioned bra, which she’s still wearing. That and the jeans she had on last night, and Lexie kind of idly wonders where her shirt is if it isn’t in the bedroom, or if she plans on going back in the bedroom later.
And for what.
This is not good. Not a good start to the day.
---
Contextually, this makes slightly more sense.
The problem is the context, which would be the events of last night, is kind of half remembered. Mostly, what Lexie remembers is a big blowout with her and Mark over Sloan, followed by a mild blowout between Meredith and Derek over who to choose sides with. Which is how Meredith ended up with her, and Derek ended up with Mark at the apartment.
If Cristina was to be believed, her and Owen regularly had these sort of blowouts at this point in their relationship, and so a fight wasn’t even entirely necessary for her to be all in with the idea of blowing off some man-related steam at Joe’s.
Except.
Teddy had shown her face at some point in the night, when they still weren’t that drunk, and Cristina had sort of started her own little side monologue in which she snipped about the cardio surgeon and just generally shot glares in the other woman’s direction with far too much intensity and far too little subtlety.
Which is when Meredith decided to bring it back to her house.
It might have been snowing. Lexie doesn’t remember that far. She remembers tequila shots and the way alcohol stops burning once you’ve had enough and dancing to a song that she’d never heard before and yet somehow magically seemed to know the exact beat to. Now, in the harsh light of day, faced with this particular situation, she also remembers someone’s hand grazing her hip but she can’t remember whose or when or why. They were just three very drunk people whose movements seemed to flow into one another and Lexie had felt this strange overwhelming sense of belonging that probably would’ve brought her to tears had she not passed out on the couch at some point in the midst of all of this.
That brings her to this morning. And the snow outside the windows and the door. And Meredith and Cristina and unexpected nudity.
Lexie’s pretty sure context isn’t helping her out with this as much as she believed it might.
---
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay.”
Lexie pulls at the crust of her toast. She’d burnt it. Actually, she’d almost forgotten it was in there until it basically flew out of the toaster. There had been noise upstairs, talking, and she’d equal parts been trying to listen in and been trying to pretend that she was absolutely, totally alone in this house.
It was very counterproductive.
There’s a long moment where Lexie tries to determine what this conversation is about. She comes up empty. “You lost me.”
“She means stop staring at us like you don’t regularly walk in on Callie and Arizona looking at each other like they seriously need to find a room.” Cristina pours herself coffee and doesn’t look at all any less intimidating than she did the day she met her and deemed her ‘three’. “And be thankful you didn’t walk in ten minutes beforehand.”
“Cristina,” Meredith whispers, in that harsh, hissing way that totally defeats the purpose of whispering at all.
“What were you going to say?” Cristina challenges, and Lexie’s pretty sure it would’ve been another round of ‘okay’ or possibly ‘enough’ but with a raised eyebrow in addition to the singular word statement.
She continues to separate the crust from the bread for absolutely no reason other than to give her hands something to do, her eyes somewhere to focus, and feels like a little kid in all the worst ways. The words kind of spill out when she stops actively trying to keep her mouth shut. “So have you guys been - I mean is this an ongoing - “
A spoon slips out of Meredith’s hand and clatters to the ground, and she interjects, “So, it looks like we’re going to be here awhile.”
Cristina rolls her eyes and leaves the room. Lexie stares at her toast and bites her lip hard. Meredith stares.
They all wonder how long ‘awhile’ is going to be.
---
Getting through the day involves a lot of aspirin and time in separate rooms.
Lexie ignores Mark’s phone calls, mostly because she’d fairly sure she’d accidentally spill what she just saw and he’d tell Derek, and dammit she’s supposed to be mad at him. So he goes completely ignored and her voicemail piles up like the snow outside that has them stuck in the first place.
Meredith talks to Derek, right there in living room in front of both her and Cristina and acts like nothing at all is off. This of course only serves to make Lexie wonder if this isn’t an ongoing thing, instead of just a one-off that she had the unfortunate timing to walk in on. From their conversation, she also gleans that Mark and Derek are staying at the apartment until the snow stops dumping and the temperatures climb out of the realm of below freezing.
The local forecast proclaims that they should expect that to happen tomorrow afternoon.
If Cristina receives any phone calls, she doesn’t let onto it. Instead she flips through magazines, quickly boring of that and switching to medical textbooks. She mentions something about unseen surgical tapes that belonged to the late Ellis Grey. Meredith glares.
She imagines tonight is going to involve a lot of alcohol again.
---
Later, much later, as in at night, Lexie passes by Meredith’s room on her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. There is giggling audible through the doors, very obviously Meredith’s, and her and Cristina disappeared about ten minutes ago, so Lexie really doesn’t think she wants to, or needs to, know.
She’s just going to go about her business as silently as possible, race back downstairs and watch television until she passes out. Maybe she’ll call Mark. Maybe she’s exactly that desperate.
Lexie definitely isn’t going to think about what’s going on behind closed doors up here.
She gets the door closed, gets the toothpaste on her toothbrush, and looks up at the mirror in front of her just in time to see the door crack open. It’s Meredith, taking a cautious glance inside, presumably to make sure Lexie isn’t naked or on the toilet, before she pushes the door open the rest of the way and grabs a hold of Lexie’s arm, pulling her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
“What are you - Meredith, I’m - “ her protests go largely ignored and by the time she processes that she’s already inside Meredith’s room and the door’s closed. Cristina’s on the bed again, fully clothed this time, although Lexie’s got this feeling like she might not stay that way for look.
“Tequila?” Meredith inquires, her hand still wrapped around Lexie’s arm, possibly in an attempt to prevent her from bolting. Lexie isn’t sure she has it in her to bolt. It’s not like the question is directed at her anyways.
“Tequila,” Cristina agrees, and Meredith gives Lexie the once-over before she leaves to go get the bottle that’s sitting on the coffee table downstairs.
Lexie crosses her arms over her chest, feeling all the more awkward now that she’s the only one that Cristina has left to stare at, and tries to think of things to say that don’t sound dumb, offensive, or could be misconstrued as a come-on. So, she’s got nothing.
“Stop looking at me like you think we’re going to tie you to the bed,” Cristina says after a moment, rolling onto her back so that she’s no longer looking at Lexie, leaving her with an expression that couldn’t be interpreted as anything but ‘bored now’.
“It’s just…” she bites her lip, puts on her determined face after that because she’s kind of tired of only half-finishing sentences today. She has the words; she just can’t get her lips around them. “Isn’t this sort of like entrapment?”
Cristina’s looking at her again. She really wishes she hadn’t used those words. Or any at all. She’s very conflicted in a lot of areas right now.
Five seconds later, Lexie’s on the bed and Cristina’s tongue is in her mouth. It happens exactly that fast. Cristina had reached up and pulled her down and made her move before Lexie could fully adjust to the fact that she was now sitting and yet she still felt dizzy. She’s fairly sure you can’t really be dizzy while you’re sitting down if you aren’t drunk. And she’s not. And Cristina doesn’t taste like she is.
Yet.
It’s necessary to add the ‘yet’ because Meredith walks in a moment later bearing that mostly full bottle and doesn’t do anything in the way of acting surprised or saying anything. Cristina’s nails drag against Lexie’s scalp and through her hair and that draws Lexie’s attention back to her and away from her sister who’s drinking straight out of the bottle.
When Cristina pulls back, something like a snort of laughter probably in reaction to whatever messed up expression is currently on Lexie’s face, Meredith nods something appreciative.
Lexie clears her throat. Makes a half-assed decision that she will most likely come to regret. Blames it on the snow and all the people with Sloan in their name. And then says, “This really seems like something that’s going to require alcohol.”
Meredith giggles and it does something funny to Lexie’s insides, just like the flick of her tongue as it darts out to lick her lips does something funny to the sudden ache between her legs.
---
They’re definitely drunk by the time Meredith reaches across Lexie, her arm brushing against Lexie’s breast in an accidentally-on-purpose maneuver that makes Lexie’s breath catch in her throat.
Cristina’s down to her bra again. Meredith’s shirt is too thin for this weather. Lexie can’t stop thinking about the two of them and what they’ve sort of wordlessly propositioned her to do with them.
She shouldn’t have any problem saying ‘no thanks, she’s just fine downstairs with the television blasting’ and yet she’s stuck on ‘yes, okay, apparently I’m okay with going here’.
When Meredith’s hand lands on her thigh in what was probably another one of those maneuvers, Lexie shifts to force Meredith’s hand higher and closer to where she wants it and that’s probably the point at which it’s all over. It was an unconscionable movement. The sly grin that pulls at Meredith’s lips makes her not regret it all that much.
Meredith’s mouth covers her own after that and there’s the shifting of someone’s weight on the bed, a movement that she doesn’t really care about so much while Meredith’s teeth scrape against her lower lip, but definitely starts to when Cristina’s hands, damp from the bottle she previously held, cup her breasts through her shirt, short nails scraping against her nipples as they harden at the contact.
The moan she gives is undignified but it makes Meredith move the hand that isn’t in her hair between her legs, close enough that she can feel the heat from her skin through her jeans, but not close enough that she’s actually touching her.
Just as quickly as it all started it stops completely. Both pairs of hands draw back from her and Meredith’s relocated her lips on Cristina’s, moving down to her neck and back up again, and Cristina’s pulling upwards on Meredith’s shirt with a sense of urgency and need that Lexie was fairly sure Cristina reserved only for surgery.
Lexie takes this opportunity to lay back on the bed and watch and try not to think about where Meredith’s hand almost was and how badly she needed that particular sensation. She watches Cristina divest Meredith of her shirt, followed by her bra in the next three seconds, and then Cristina’s mouth slides down Meredith’s body to swirl her tongue over her nipple, teasing. Meredith’s head goes back, arches a little against Cristina’s mouth as her fingers tangle in the other woman’s curls.
There’s a cacophony of moans coming from Meredith and Lexie makes this breathy noise in the back of her throat that must be audible enough to Meredith because she shifts her body, and as a result Cristina’s, so that she can press the heel of her hand against Lexie, right where she wants her, the pressure enough to drive her insane. Lexie covers Meredith’s hand with her own, keeping her there, and when Cristina pulls back there’s a look between them that Lexie can’t quite understand.
Half a second later, both of Meredith’s hands are fumbling with the waistband of her jeans, and when that’s out of the way, her head dips down between Lexie’s legs, her fingers underneath the sides of her underwear, ready to work them down and off any second now. Cristina’s doing whatever wonderful thing she was just doing to Meredith’s breasts to hers now, and it occurs to Lexie, in one of those brief moments of clarity, that Cristina’s far too good at this for this to be anything but ongoing. Or there were other women.
The flat of Meredith’s tongue on her clit rids her of any further revelations.
---
Some time later finds the three of them with various articles of clothing still on, lying on the bed with Meredith in the middle. Lexie’s half collapsed against her chest and Cristina isn’t touching either of them except for where her leg is tangled with Meredith’s, meeting at their ankles.
If she squints in the direction of the window, cranes her neck right, she thinks she can see snow still falling.
“I think we’re going to be here for awhile.”
Meredith gives some heavily inebriated giggle that sounds fairly promising and Cristina half-sits up like she’s just realized she doesn’t know what they did with that bottle, and Lexie doesn’t mind it all that much anymore.