Sorry this took so long, but there were more responses than I expected (which isn't a bad thing)! Thank you so much for participating and pimping.
RULES: PLEASE READ CAREFULLY BEFORE POSTING.1. Pick a prompt and write the porniest thing you can based on it. With plot, PWP, angst...whatever you wish
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Addison says and means it. Because every time Meredith speaks it’s a time when her mouth isn’t on some part of Addison’s anatomy. If she’s ever asked, not that she ever will be, that’s her reason. It has nothing do with the fact that every time Meredith speaks, Addison is reminded that ‘the twelve year old’ is currently going down on her in the fourth-floor storage closet, particularly Derek’s twelve year old.
Really. Nothing.
Meredith’s tongue circles her clit then, reminding Addison once again why she’s in here (translation: Meredith is surprisingly adept at this and Addison’s heard rumblings about a girl named Sadie who used to work here that would explain a lot). This right before her mouth moves in such a way that Addison realizes the other woman is mouthing the word ‘okay’ out against her inner thigh ( ... )
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mm, reading these fics... makes me think that I should have gone into medicine just to see if there were any attractive older doctors who'd like me to um... tend to them. If she were Kate Walsh, hoo yeah, I'd be there in a heart beat.
I love how you've made this playful as well, it makes Addie feel dirty! (in a fun way of course) XP
kudos for writing a pairing that has fallen into the shadows.
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Thank you for reading it! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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She pulls her fingers out a moment later, both hands coming to rest on Addison’s thighs, just above where her dress, the hundred dollar one that’s currently hiked up around her waist, would normally hit. Somehow, the way she sits, perfectly proud of herself, drowning in the scrubs that she’s somehow still wearing, smiling like she just stole from the cookie jar, makes the whole twelve year old thing worse than when it was just the talking, the familiar intonation of her voice.
That whole paragraph is like my favorite thing that has ever happened.
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