SUPREEEZE!
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Addison/ Meredith: ghosts
Meredith slipped the book back onto the shelf and took a slow, burning sip of her drink. The living room was immaculate. Modern and contemporary without being impersonal. Once again she rolled her eyes. She didn't have a clue as to why she had agreed to this madness. On the other side of the room Addison used her long, capable fingers to jiggle the handle of a complicated-looking stereo. After a moment she turned around and held her pale hands up in the air. They looked blindingly white in the dimness of the living room. She signaled defeat.
Meredith laughed and sipped again. "Awkward silence it is, then."
Addison inclined her head and her eyes flashed her agreement. As Seattle Grace's two delegates to the medical conference, admittedly ill-chosen, they had flown to New York from Seattle that morning.
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Rain was falling at the airport when Meredith started to look for a cab. Addison had watched her for a minute and said, "What are you going to do, Grey?" Meredith turned around and shrugged. Finally, frustration became apparent on her face as she said angrily, "What the hell? Who loses reservations? What kind of hotel does that?"
Addison said calmly, "You're positive you made them?"
Meredith's head jerked up sharply and a sudden dizzy, queasy expression dawned on her features.
Addison shook her head and started to laugh.
Meredith said defensively, "I thought they were being made through the SGH liason department or something."
Addison looked at Meredith with narrowed eyes. After a moment of deliberation she said, "Stay with me. You'll never get a hotel anywhere near the conference center."
Addison saw the trepidation on Meredith's faces. Oddly, when she'd extended the inviation she hadn't really considered the potention for discomfort. Meredith would be staying in the house that represented Addison's marriage to Derek. The stronghold of their relationship.
Gamely, Meredith chose not to notice the ironice glint to Addison's sparkling eyes.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
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Addison disappeared for a moment as Meredith eased onto the couch. Her black cocktail dress was wrinkled now and blended almost completely to the low, functionalist sofa. When Addison returned she carried to fresh glasses and a bottle that gleamed in the darkness. She set it on the coffee table and began to pour. She offered one glass to Meredith and held the other in her hand as she curled her legs beneath her on the couch beside Meredith.
"Cheers."
Addison looked up and smiled questioningly toward Meredith. "What are we toasting?"
Meredith shrugged and said, smiling, "One hell of a boring cocktail party."
Addison's laugh vibrated off Meredith's skin as she raised her own glass and added a toast. "To the New York Medical Conference. Not a straight man in sight!"
When their laughter had died down the awkwardness between them seemed to burn up. Addison poured drink after drink and when Meredith illustrated a point by violently gesturing and her glass tipped over, spilling its contents on her dress, Addison took hold of Meredith's hand and led her through the hall until they were standing in the kitchen. She tried an emergency procedure to rescue the dress that ended only when Meredith said, "Oh hell, forget it."
Addison said with gravity, "Wait here. I have just the thing."
She went around the corner and Meredith tried to hop onto the counter with some difficulty. The House Wine of the Shepherd home was a potent one and her jumping wasn't entirely precise. When Addison returned with another bottle Meredith grinned.
Addison said, "Medicine. We'll be alright now."
Halfway through the bottle Meredith measured the look that Addison was gving her. She was a scientist after all and if she couldn't make estimations and hypotheses while drinking then what good was she?
Addison's gaze was a challenge and when she held out her hand again Meredith took it and followed her upstairs.
When they reached the bedroom Addison's lips found Meredith and the bottle dropped to the floor. The last few drops spilled over the unadorned wood and a small trickle landed on Meredith's foot and in the darkness of the room it looked remarkably like a splash of blood. Addison's hands roamed Meredith's body and slid down the lenghts of her thighs. When they came back up they held swaths of gathered fabric. Meredith kissed Addison harder as bare hands clipped over the smooth expanse of skin.
Meredith had never made love in a haunted house before and the thought thrilled her as it crossed her mind. While her hands wrapped around Addison and coiled in her hair she thought of the ghosts in this house and what they would witness. They were Addison's and Derek's and even Meredith's and they followed wherever their masters went. But this house, with its function and it's comfortable silence was their home.
Meredith saw spirits on the back of her eyelids but they faded to stars as Addison pushed her onto the bed and disappeared between her legs. She had a mouth no less talented than those hands of hers that moved inside people with speed and dexterity. Soon Meredith was grabbing the bedsheets and strands of red, silky hair. When her movements slowed and her breathing remained hard and fast Addison came up beside her and kissed her as if she herself was possessed.
Addison's lips tasted like wine but there was a lingering, mysterious flavor underneath that Meredith couldn't quite guess at. Her hand moved between them to take Addison's full, soft breast in her hand. Still covered by the fabric of her dress Addison could feel the strength of Meredith's caress and arched against her. Roughly, Meredith pulled the fabric down as she kissed Addison thoroughly. Her fingertips met soft skin underneath the cup of her bra and Addison moaned with need. Meredith's mouth followed her hand and Addison's own hands clamped against the soft, thin layers of Meredith's hair.
Meredith's tongue caused violent reactions in Addison and she trailed a hand up between Addison's long legs until she reached a place that made those mile-long legs squeeze together involuntarily, trapping Meredith's hand there and making the room spin around them. Meredith lifted her head, a slight laugh tickling Addison's sensitive nipple still exposed to the cool air and Addison groaned in protest of the abandonment.
When Meredith's mouth crashed onto Addison's again and her hand renewed its quest the moans were stifled against Meredith's lips. Addison squirmed underneath Meredith who was moving quickly, almost bruisingly against her.
The friction was perfect. Exquisite.
Meredith's teeth closed on Addison's lip as her hand moved between her legs, bringing her to the peak. When she came it was with a broken cry in Meredith's ear and she shivered beneath her. Meredith was unexpectedly soothing and when Addison's arms closed around her she hid her surprise and let Addison hold her.
They lay atop the covers, skirts hiked up between them, panties still clinging to the legs they'd been roughly pushed down. Addison's top remained pushed down, her breasts exposed crudely but effectively.
Finally, between them, there was nothing more to do. They were relaxed against each other. Meredith's head nuzzled against Addison's shoulder, and arm draped over her waist. Addison could feel Meredith's warm breath against her chest and she sighed.
The house was haunted. For sure.
Addison/ Meredith: ghosts
Meredith slipped the book back onto the shelf and took a slow, burning sip of her drink. The living room was immaculate. Modern and contemporary without being impersonal. Once again she rolled her eyes. She didn't have a clue as to why she had agreed to this madness. On the other side of the room Addison used her long, capable fingers to jiggle the handle of a complicated-looking stereo. After a moment she turned around and held her pale hands up in the air. They looked blindingly white in the dimness of the living room. She signaled defeat.
Meredith laughed and sipped again. "Awkward silence it is, then."
Addison inclined her head and her eyes flashed her agreement. As Seattle Grace's two delegates to the medical conference, admittedly ill-chosen, they had flown to New York from Seattle that morning.
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Rain was falling at the airport when Meredith started to look for a cab. Addison had watched her for a minute and said, "What are you going to do, Grey?" Meredith turned around and shrugged. Finally, frustration became apparent on her face as she said angrily, "What the hell? Who loses reservations? What kind of hotel does that?"
Addison said calmly, "You're positive you made them?"
Meredith's head jerked up sharply and a sudden dizzy, queasy expression dawned on her features.
Addison shook her head and started to laugh.
Meredith said defensively, "I thought they were being made through the SGH liason department or something."
Addison looked at Meredith with narrowed eyes. After a moment of deliberation she said, "Stay with me. You'll never get a hotel anywhere near the conference center."
Addison saw the trepidation on Meredith's faces. Oddly, when she'd extended the inviation she hadn't really considered the potention for discomfort. Meredith would be staying in the house that represented Addison's marriage to Derek. The stronghold of their relationship.
Gamely, Meredith chose not to notice the ironice glint to Addison's sparkling eyes.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
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Addison disappeared for a moment as Meredith eased onto the couch. Her black cocktail dress was wrinkled now and blended almost completely to the low, functionalist sofa. When Addison returned she carried to fresh glasses and a bottle that gleamed in the darkness. She set it on the coffee table and began to pour. She offered one glass to Meredith and held the other in her hand as she curled her legs beneath her on the couch beside Meredith.
"Cheers."
Addison looked up and smiled questioningly toward Meredith. "What are we toasting?"
Meredith shrugged and said, smiling, "One hell of a boring cocktail party."
Addison's laugh vibrated off Meredith's skin as she raised her own glass and added a toast. "To the New York Medical Conference. Not a straight man in sight!"
When their laughter had died down the awkwardness between them seemed to burn up. Addison poured drink after drink and when Meredith illustrated a point by violently gesturing and her glass tipped over, spilling its contents on her dress, Addison took hold of Meredith's hand and led her through the hall until they were standing in the kitchen. She tried an emergency procedure to rescue the dress that ended only when Meredith said, "Oh hell, forget it."
Addison said with gravity, "Wait here. I have just the thing."
She went around the corner and Meredith tried to hop onto the counter with some difficulty. The House Wine of the Shepherd home was a potent one and her jumping wasn't entirely precise. When Addison returned with another bottle Meredith grinned.
Addison said, "Medicine. We'll be alright now."
Halfway through the bottle Meredith measured the look that Addison was gving her. She was a scientist after all and if she couldn't make estimations and hypotheses while drinking then what good was she?
Addison's gaze was a challenge and when she held out her hand again Meredith took it and followed her upstairs.
When they reached the bedroom Addison's lips found Meredith and the bottle dropped to the floor. The last few drops spilled over the unadorned wood and a small trickle landed on Meredith's foot and in the darkness of the room it looked remarkably like a splash of blood. Addison's hands roamed Meredith's body and slid down the lenghts of her thighs. When they came back up they held swaths of gathered fabric. Meredith kissed Addison harder as bare hands clipped over the smooth expanse of skin.
Meredith had never made love in a haunted house before and the thought thrilled her as it crossed her mind. While her hands wrapped around Addison and coiled in her hair she thought of the ghosts in this house and what they would witness. They were Addison's and Derek's and even Meredith's and they followed wherever their masters went. But this house, with its function and it's comfortable silence was their home.
Meredith saw spirits on the back of her eyelids but they faded to stars as Addison pushed her onto the bed and disappeared between her legs. She had a mouth no less talented than those hands of hers that moved inside people with speed and dexterity. Soon Meredith was grabbing the bedsheets and strands of red, silky hair. When her movements slowed and her breathing remained hard and fast Addison came up beside her and kissed her as if she herself was possessed.
Addison's lips tasted like wine but there was a lingering, mysterious flavor underneath that Meredith couldn't quite guess at. Her hand moved between them to take Addison's full, soft breast in her hand. Still covered by the fabric of her dress Addison could feel the strength of Meredith's caress and arched against her. Roughly, Meredith pulled the fabric down as she kissed Addison thoroughly. Her fingertips met soft skin underneath the cup of her bra and Addison moaned with need. Meredith's mouth followed her hand and Addison's own hands clamped against the soft, thin layers of Meredith's hair.
Meredith's tongue caused violent reactions in Addison and she trailed a hand up between Addison's long legs until she reached a place that made those mile-long legs squeeze together involuntarily, trapping Meredith's hand there and making the room spin around them. Meredith lifted her head, a slight laugh tickling Addison's sensitive nipple still exposed to the cool air and Addison groaned in protest of the abandonment.
When Meredith's mouth crashed onto Addison's again and her hand renewed its quest the moans were stifled against Meredith's lips. Addison squirmed underneath Meredith who was moving quickly, almost bruisingly against her.
The friction was perfect. Exquisite.
Meredith's teeth closed on Addison's lip as her hand moved between her legs, bringing her to the peak. When she came it was with a broken cry in Meredith's ear and she shivered beneath her. Meredith was unexpectedly soothing and when Addison's arms closed around her she hid her surprise and let Addison hold her.
They lay atop the covers, skirts hiked up between them, panties still clinging to the legs they'd been roughly pushed down. Addison's top remained pushed down, her breasts exposed crudely but effectively.
Finally, between them, there was nothing more to do. They were relaxed against each other. Meredith's head nuzzled against Addison's shoulder, and arm draped over her waist. Addison could feel Meredith's warm breath against her chest and she sighed.
The house was haunted. For sure.