Fanfic: Not Funny [warning.. smut ahead]
This was written for the "Scenes From Meredith's Bed" Fic battle, after i saw the prompt "Meredith/Addison, inevitable" when i first wrote it, i forgot to set it in meredith's bed (i got caught up in the fic) so i changed that, but i will probably post the original version to ff.net another time. oh, and this is set sometime after the post it wedding, or atleast, Mer/Der are together, and Addison is visiting Seattle from L.A.
anyway, here it is, enjoy....
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It was inevitable, really, that you would end up here. That you would let this happen. She’s sweet, like you’d always thought, but she’s also a little minx, although you’re only realising that now as her fingers never quite touch you where you long to be touched. She’s so much younger then you, and you struggle to let this thought go especially as her hands expose you, stripping you completely of all clothing. But she smiles at you, obviously pleased with what she sees, and you blush under her gaze, her eyes are full of lust and desire; she’s staring at you like she wants to fuck you and devourer you and can‘t decide which will be more satisfying.
You want her to consume you. To fuck you senseless. You want her to leave bruises on your body, bruises from her rough hands and biting teeth. You long to be fucked so hard your jaw is stiff and your mouth dry afterward. That you can’t walk without wincing. That you’ll cover your neck by wearing scarfs and turtle necks, something the Seattle weather thankfully allows for.
You feel yourself dripping with pent up frustration and excitement. You’re almost ready to explode. Finally, and all to painfully slow, she pushes two fingers into your hot dripping wetness. Her pace is slow and torturous, she’s doing it on purpose. You writhe underneath her and thrust your hips up, she laughs cheekily at you, but, to your surprise, she strips herself and flips so she’s straddling you backward.
The anticipation of what is to come makes your mouth water. She shuffles, somehow keeping an aura of pure sex about her, and she positions her self directly over your mouth. You grab her before you even realise what you’re doing, the enticing smell of her juices has you seeking out her uniqueness and your arms wrap under and around each of her spread thighs respectfully, pulling her sex to your lips.
The moan she lets go almost makes you come. She presses herself hard against you, and your tongue dips into her, exploring and tasting and intent on erupting that sound from her a second time.
She’s finished teasing you, and instead she’s thrusting her fingers just where you want them, and licking up the juices that spill from you as her lips suck and hum against your highly sensitive clit. She has you screaming against her own clit within minutes, but her actions don’t stop, or even slow, and already you feel a second orgasm bubbling under the surface, ready to rip through your body harder then the first.
You make sure she gets her first release before your second, which tears through your body just moments after her satisfied screams. Her fingers and mouth start to slow, she’s easing you out of the high and you follow her lead until she’s climbing off you and turning around before falling against your side and curling into your sweat covered body.
Her lazily smiling lips entice you and you kiss her softly and tenderly. She grins at you but the moment is ruined by the faint echo of her cell phone ringing in the depths of her hand bag. Untrusting of her leg’s ability to support her it seems, she crawls to the edge of the bed and reaches out for the handle of her bag, pulling it closer before fishing the vibrating phone from its depths. She sits up to answer it and her face falls, she gets out of the bed and wobbles slightly before collecting your clothes from the floor, her eyes throwing you an apologetic look. She hangs up and the phone falls back into her bag, then quickly she throws you your bra, giving you a rushed explanation, you don’t really pay attention to. But you sit up and move to the edge of the bed too, and reach out to grab the sodden black panties she’d been wearing. You notice with a laugh they’re the ones you found in Derek’s Tux so long ago. She seems to have noticed too because she’s now standing awkwardly in her bedroom naked and flustered, your dress in her hand. You smirk at her, toying with the fabric in your hands.
“I’m keeping these.” You say,
She bites her lip but hands you your dress without debate, she’s walking to the bathroom door slightly off balance, to check her appearance in the mirror and while she’s gone you slip your own panties into a pillow case. You know Derek’s sure to find them, and you know he’ll recognise them as yours. The thought doesn’t make you feel in the least bit guilty, not even when Meredith walks back into the room to find you still naked.
You dress and follow her to the door, her body is now covered by only a robe, as a goodbye you press her hard against the door and take her in a searing kiss, your hand roughly pressing the hem of her robe against her clit, she gasps at the pain yet you know she enjoyed it too, so you do it again, your other hand slipping under the fabric and squeezing her nipple and your teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She whimpers against you words that you recognise to be “Not fair,”
You just smile and kiss her sweetly, “Pay back” you whisper to her, your voice is husky and dangerous, and you can tell, once you pull away from her and step back, that she’s wet again. The lustful glint in her eyes catches your notice, and you smirk at the way she’s standing with her legs tight together, clenching in the vain hope of constinued stimulation. With a smile you open the door and leave.
A week later you receive your panties in the mail with short note pined to them.
Not funny Adds.
Love, Meredith. xx
anyway, here it is, enjoy....
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It was inevitable, really, that you would end up here. That you would let this happen. She’s sweet, like you’d always thought, but she’s also a little minx, although you’re only realising that now as her fingers never quite touch you where you long to be touched. She’s so much younger then you, and you struggle to let this thought go especially as her hands expose you, stripping you completely of all clothing. But she smiles at you, obviously pleased with what she sees, and you blush under her gaze, her eyes are full of lust and desire; she’s staring at you like she wants to fuck you and devourer you and can‘t decide which will be more satisfying.
You want her to consume you. To fuck you senseless. You want her to leave bruises on your body, bruises from her rough hands and biting teeth. You long to be fucked so hard your jaw is stiff and your mouth dry afterward. That you can’t walk without wincing. That you’ll cover your neck by wearing scarfs and turtle necks, something the Seattle weather thankfully allows for.
You feel yourself dripping with pent up frustration and excitement. You’re almost ready to explode. Finally, and all to painfully slow, she pushes two fingers into your hot dripping wetness. Her pace is slow and torturous, she’s doing it on purpose. You writhe underneath her and thrust your hips up, she laughs cheekily at you, but, to your surprise, she strips herself and flips so she’s straddling you backward.
The anticipation of what is to come makes your mouth water. She shuffles, somehow keeping an aura of pure sex about her, and she positions her self directly over your mouth. You grab her before you even realise what you’re doing, the enticing smell of her juices has you seeking out her uniqueness and your arms wrap under and around each of her spread thighs respectfully, pulling her sex to your lips.
The moan she lets go almost makes you come. She presses herself hard against you, and your tongue dips into her, exploring and tasting and intent on erupting that sound from her a second time.
She’s finished teasing you, and instead she’s thrusting her fingers just where you want them, and licking up the juices that spill from you as her lips suck and hum against your highly sensitive clit. She has you screaming against her own clit within minutes, but her actions don’t stop, or even slow, and already you feel a second orgasm bubbling under the surface, ready to rip through your body harder then the first.
You make sure she gets her first release before your second, which tears through your body just moments after her satisfied screams. Her fingers and mouth start to slow, she’s easing you out of the high and you follow her lead until she’s climbing off you and turning around before falling against your side and curling into your sweat covered body.
Her lazily smiling lips entice you and you kiss her softly and tenderly. She grins at you but the moment is ruined by the faint echo of her cell phone ringing in the depths of her hand bag. Untrusting of her leg’s ability to support her it seems, she crawls to the edge of the bed and reaches out for the handle of her bag, pulling it closer before fishing the vibrating phone from its depths. She sits up to answer it and her face falls, she gets out of the bed and wobbles slightly before collecting your clothes from the floor, her eyes throwing you an apologetic look. She hangs up and the phone falls back into her bag, then quickly she throws you your bra, giving you a rushed explanation, you don’t really pay attention to. But you sit up and move to the edge of the bed too, and reach out to grab the sodden black panties she’d been wearing. You notice with a laugh they’re the ones you found in Derek’s Tux so long ago. She seems to have noticed too because she’s now standing awkwardly in her bedroom naked and flustered, your dress in her hand. You smirk at her, toying with the fabric in your hands.
“I’m keeping these.” You say,
She bites her lip but hands you your dress without debate, she’s walking to the bathroom door slightly off balance, to check her appearance in the mirror and while she’s gone you slip your own panties into a pillow case. You know Derek’s sure to find them, and you know he’ll recognise them as yours. The thought doesn’t make you feel in the least bit guilty, not even when Meredith walks back into the room to find you still naked.
You dress and follow her to the door, her body is now covered by only a robe, as a goodbye you press her hard against the door and take her in a searing kiss, your hand roughly pressing the hem of her robe against her clit, she gasps at the pain yet you know she enjoyed it too, so you do it again, your other hand slipping under the fabric and squeezing her nipple and your teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She whimpers against you words that you recognise to be “Not fair,”
You just smile and kiss her sweetly, “Pay back” you whisper to her, your voice is husky and dangerous, and you can tell, once you pull away from her and step back, that she’s wet again. The lustful glint in her eyes catches your notice, and you smirk at the way she’s standing with her legs tight together, clenching in the vain hope of constinued stimulation. With a smile you open the door and leave.
A week later you receive your panties in the mail with short note pined to them.
Not funny Adds.
Love, Meredith. xx