five {grey's - alex/cristina/meredith}
Title: Five
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Cristina/Meredith
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #19 - Dedication for drabble123
Author's Note: So not what I'm supposed to be writing, but I had to finish something or I was going to go crazy. So. Here.
Summary: It starts because Meredith brings out five glasses and Alex only fills three of them, without a word.
It starts because Meredith brings out five glasses and Alex only fills three of them, without a word.
(It starts because it's May 14, 2014, and they count these things in increments of five.)
Three shots in and Meredith tips from one end of the couch to the other, goes from sitting to flat on her back with her head in Alex’s lap. She giggles up at the ceiling and Alex has the hand that isn’t occasionally wrapped around a glass resting casually on her stomach.
Another down and Cristina scrambles from the chair to the floor in front of the couch. On her knees and sprinkling salt on Meredith’s skin, without asking for permission or needing it. She dips her head, licks a line from Meredith’s neck to right before her cleavage disappears into her shirt, and downs the shot in one smooth movement.
Alex swallows.
Meredith giggles again. “You’re doing it wrong - ” she uses Alex’s shoulder for leverage when she rises, “we need limes.”
In her absence, Cristina raises an eyebrow in Alex’s direction that seems to ask you in?
He empties his glass, tangling his fingers in her hair as he catches her lips with his, awkward angle and all.
It’s not meant to be a great kiss and it isn’t. It’s meant to prove a point.
His scars ache and rain beats on the window and two permanently empty glasses prepare to overlook the proceedings when Meredith comes back with limes and her jeans riding too low when she moves her hips.
“Watch,” Meredith says, throws one leg over Alex’s hips, flicking her tongue along his neck before she turns to Cristina, who’s figured out where the lime goes.
Lick. Toss. Suck.
(It starts there, tequila and the couch underneath them - it doesn't stop there.)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Cristina/Meredith
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #19 - Dedication for drabble123
Author's Note: So not what I'm supposed to be writing, but I had to finish something or I was going to go crazy. So. Here.
Summary: It starts because Meredith brings out five glasses and Alex only fills three of them, without a word.
It starts because Meredith brings out five glasses and Alex only fills three of them, without a word.
(It starts because it's May 14, 2014, and they count these things in increments of five.)
Three shots in and Meredith tips from one end of the couch to the other, goes from sitting to flat on her back with her head in Alex’s lap. She giggles up at the ceiling and Alex has the hand that isn’t occasionally wrapped around a glass resting casually on her stomach.
Another down and Cristina scrambles from the chair to the floor in front of the couch. On her knees and sprinkling salt on Meredith’s skin, without asking for permission or needing it. She dips her head, licks a line from Meredith’s neck to right before her cleavage disappears into her shirt, and downs the shot in one smooth movement.
Alex swallows.
Meredith giggles again. “You’re doing it wrong - ” she uses Alex’s shoulder for leverage when she rises, “we need limes.”
In her absence, Cristina raises an eyebrow in Alex’s direction that seems to ask you in?
He empties his glass, tangling his fingers in her hair as he catches her lips with his, awkward angle and all.
It’s not meant to be a great kiss and it isn’t. It’s meant to prove a point.
His scars ache and rain beats on the window and two permanently empty glasses prepare to overlook the proceedings when Meredith comes back with limes and her jeans riding too low when she moves her hips.
“Watch,” Meredith says, throws one leg over Alex’s hips, flicking her tongue along his neck before she turns to Cristina, who’s figured out where the lime goes.
Lick. Toss. Suck.
(It starts there, tequila and the couch underneath them - it doesn't stop there.)