Looking At You is Like Looking Into a Mirror (Meredith/Lexie)
Title: Looking at You is Like Looking Into a Mirror
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Meredith Grey/Lexie Grey
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: You realize that there is a lot more to her than you ever first suspected.
I love the Meredith/Lexie pairing and this is my first story posted for them.
You sleep with inappropriate people and even though you realize that you are probably way past that excuse, and you are somewhat married to Derek via a post-it, that is all you think about as you press your mouth to her neck, listening to her moan in your ear because doing this with Lexie is the very definition of inappropriate. Not because you are technically married or that she is a woman - even though you have nothing against someone being gay and making out in one of the on-call rooms on the third floor - but it is extremely inappropriate because doing this with your half-sister is technically incest.
You are pinning your half-sister down on the bed in a less than sisterly way and in a more hot as hell and horny as fuck way and this is just so wrong. That’s why you want to do this. No one ever claimed that you weren’t dark and twisty. Every time you call yourself that, they always nod in complete agreement.
Lexie arches her back, pressing her narrow hips to yours, and her fingers thread through your hair as you glide your lips down her throat to her collarbone, tracing it with your tongue, your body spiking up a few more degrees as you listen to her pant your name. This is the first time but you already seem to be incredible at making your younger half-sister wither underneath you on the bottom bunk behind the locked door. You don’t think of how you got here. You don’t think about how people don’t talk about you nearly as much anymore and if they find this out, you wonder if they will actually be surprised because you are Meredith Grey and you are almost supposed to do things like this.
Her nipples are hard as you work your hands over her breasts followed by your mouth, latching your lips around one and sucking, her cry echoing throughout the room before you see her bite her lower lip because if you are going to have an inappropriate on-call room hookup, it’s best to keep quiet about it. Her fingers are still in your dirty blonde locks and you feel her nails in your scalp. More hot liquid pools between your thighs and you shift up on your knees, pulling away, smiling as she literally lets out a whine of protest. She quickly shuts up though when you grab your scrub top and pull it off over your head, tossing it away, following it with your bra.
You both undress yourselves because another thing about inappropriate on-call room hookups is that time is of the essence and you need to get off as quickly as possible.
She sighs and smiles contently as your naked body lies down on top of hers, your bare legs tangling, your breasts crushed together, and your mouths meet - open and deep, your tongues tangling between the both of you. Lexie’s hands run down your back as her body rubs against yours and the mantra of “fuck me” exhales through her lips over and over again and hey. You are a good big sister, apparently - the way you are obviously making her feel can only explain as you being good at this - and you won’t deny her something you both want.
You sit up, your head dangerously close to hitting the bottom of the bunk above you, and she gasps as you arrange your legs so one of yours is between hers and one of hers is between yours. And then, when you grind your clit down against hers, she gasps, her back coming clear off the bed and her nails dig harder into your ass, almost painfully.
She mutters something about scissors and you are almost shocked that she knows such a term but you realize that there is a lot more to her than you ever first suspected. For one, she is fucking you right back, her body rubbing up and down on the bed as you grind down on her over and over again.
You lean down, licking both of her nipples with the flat plane of your tongue and she grabs your hair almost roughly but you don’t care because you like it rough, something Derek never seems to understand. You grind harder, faster, as you kiss her with the same ferocity and you both orgasm nearly at the same time, your lips fused tighter together so you can still keep this discreet even though you kind of want to stay in here for the rest of the day because this, with Lexie? Best damn sex ever, incest or not.
You are usually the one in charge but now, you find yourself shaking and trembling, a flutter between your legs that you can’t remember ever having. Whoa. You should have had inappropriate sex with Lexie long ago.
You barely even register as Lexie smiles and gives you a kiss, her lips upturned against yours, before she breaks away and slips from the bed. You remain there, curled into a ball, the last of the orgasmic tremors quake through your body but Lexie has recovered quite quickly and you open your mouth to ask her what the hell she’s doing when she skips across the room to the door. She unlocks it and opens it a crack, still completely naked, and you lift your head as she smiles softly, nodding at someone who is on the other side.
You are beyond the point of caring and are feeling quite pleasantly boneless so when Lexie grabs a hand and then a second later, tugs Mark Sloan into the room, a grin on his face, you don’t even bother covering yourself up. It is a little late to be modest. Lexie looks so damn happy, still holding on Mark’s hand and leaning into him. He doesn’t look at all surprised to see the two of you naked and when he asks if he’s late, you look at Lexie with a raised eyebrow, wondering who the hell just seduced who.
Being inappropriate must be a Grey gene.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Meredith Grey/Lexie Grey
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: You realize that there is a lot more to her than you ever first suspected.
I love the Meredith/Lexie pairing and this is my first story posted for them.
You sleep with inappropriate people and even though you realize that you are probably way past that excuse, and you are somewhat married to Derek via a post-it, that is all you think about as you press your mouth to her neck, listening to her moan in your ear because doing this with Lexie is the very definition of inappropriate. Not because you are technically married or that she is a woman - even though you have nothing against someone being gay and making out in one of the on-call rooms on the third floor - but it is extremely inappropriate because doing this with your half-sister is technically incest.
You are pinning your half-sister down on the bed in a less than sisterly way and in a more hot as hell and horny as fuck way and this is just so wrong. That’s why you want to do this. No one ever claimed that you weren’t dark and twisty. Every time you call yourself that, they always nod in complete agreement.
Lexie arches her back, pressing her narrow hips to yours, and her fingers thread through your hair as you glide your lips down her throat to her collarbone, tracing it with your tongue, your body spiking up a few more degrees as you listen to her pant your name. This is the first time but you already seem to be incredible at making your younger half-sister wither underneath you on the bottom bunk behind the locked door. You don’t think of how you got here. You don’t think about how people don’t talk about you nearly as much anymore and if they find this out, you wonder if they will actually be surprised because you are Meredith Grey and you are almost supposed to do things like this.
Her nipples are hard as you work your hands over her breasts followed by your mouth, latching your lips around one and sucking, her cry echoing throughout the room before you see her bite her lower lip because if you are going to have an inappropriate on-call room hookup, it’s best to keep quiet about it. Her fingers are still in your dirty blonde locks and you feel her nails in your scalp. More hot liquid pools between your thighs and you shift up on your knees, pulling away, smiling as she literally lets out a whine of protest. She quickly shuts up though when you grab your scrub top and pull it off over your head, tossing it away, following it with your bra.
You both undress yourselves because another thing about inappropriate on-call room hookups is that time is of the essence and you need to get off as quickly as possible.
She sighs and smiles contently as your naked body lies down on top of hers, your bare legs tangling, your breasts crushed together, and your mouths meet - open and deep, your tongues tangling between the both of you. Lexie’s hands run down your back as her body rubs against yours and the mantra of “fuck me” exhales through her lips over and over again and hey. You are a good big sister, apparently - the way you are obviously making her feel can only explain as you being good at this - and you won’t deny her something you both want.
You sit up, your head dangerously close to hitting the bottom of the bunk above you, and she gasps as you arrange your legs so one of yours is between hers and one of hers is between yours. And then, when you grind your clit down against hers, she gasps, her back coming clear off the bed and her nails dig harder into your ass, almost painfully.
She mutters something about scissors and you are almost shocked that she knows such a term but you realize that there is a lot more to her than you ever first suspected. For one, she is fucking you right back, her body rubbing up and down on the bed as you grind down on her over and over again.
You lean down, licking both of her nipples with the flat plane of your tongue and she grabs your hair almost roughly but you don’t care because you like it rough, something Derek never seems to understand. You grind harder, faster, as you kiss her with the same ferocity and you both orgasm nearly at the same time, your lips fused tighter together so you can still keep this discreet even though you kind of want to stay in here for the rest of the day because this, with Lexie? Best damn sex ever, incest or not.
You are usually the one in charge but now, you find yourself shaking and trembling, a flutter between your legs that you can’t remember ever having. Whoa. You should have had inappropriate sex with Lexie long ago.
You barely even register as Lexie smiles and gives you a kiss, her lips upturned against yours, before she breaks away and slips from the bed. You remain there, curled into a ball, the last of the orgasmic tremors quake through your body but Lexie has recovered quite quickly and you open your mouth to ask her what the hell she’s doing when she skips across the room to the door. She unlocks it and opens it a crack, still completely naked, and you lift your head as she smiles softly, nodding at someone who is on the other side.
You are beyond the point of caring and are feeling quite pleasantly boneless so when Lexie grabs a hand and then a second later, tugs Mark Sloan into the room, a grin on his face, you don’t even bother covering yourself up. It is a little late to be modest. Lexie looks so damn happy, still holding on Mark’s hand and leaning into him. He doesn’t look at all surprised to see the two of you naked and when he asks if he’s late, you look at Lexie with a raised eyebrow, wondering who the hell just seduced who.
Being inappropriate must be a Grey gene.