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Addison whispers: “Help me out of my clothes?” and it's the sexiest thing Meredith has ever heard in her life. She carefully pulls Addison’s blouse free from her skirt, making sure not to aggravate her bruises and injuries as she unbuttons it, pure silk parting to reveal her skin. Dark purple marks her body, but at least those bruises mean she's alive . Meredith can't help but stare down at the woman in her lap, and Addison blushes, actually blushes . “I'm sorry, I look awful.”
“You're beautiful,” Meredith murmurs. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“Kiss me?”
“God, yes.” She's dreamed of this, of what it's like to press her lips against Addison's, of what she'd taste like, of the texture of her ridiculously expensive but also ridiculously good-looking lipstick.
Nothing her mind has ever conjured can compare to the real thing. Addison sighs when their lips touch and the quiet noise she makes when Meredith’s tongue finds hers is enough to make Meredith feel absolutely delirious. Meredith would be perfectly happy to just keep kissing her, but she's a woman on a mission, so she gently pushes Addison's blouse off of her shoulders. When it lands on the floor, Addison paws at Meredith’s scrub top. Grinning, Meredith pulls it over her head. She isn't dressed for sex, she's dressed for comfort and convenience and 12-hour shifts – her bra is blue and plain, but judging by the look Addison has on her face when she eyes Meredith up and down, Addison doesn't seem to mind.
Addison's black slacks are a bigger challenge than her blouse, because they immediately realise it’s much too painful for her to lift her hips, so instead Meredith helps her stand up, and kneels in front of Addison, until long legs are revealed. Meredith helps her out of her underwear as well – though Meredith thinks every undergarment Addison owns could only be described as lingerie , not just plain underwear (then again, maybe she’s biased, because Addison’s wearing plain black, and she still thinks the woman looks like a Victoria’s Secret model). This time she takes the time to take her beautiful body in, making Addison’s blush under her gaze. Addison lies back down with a wince, and Meredith pauses.
“Let me get you some Advil at least, Addie.” When Addison doesn't protest, Meredith retrieves the pills from her own bag and hands them to Addison, along with the now-lukewarm tea.
“You're overdressed,” Addison complains on a soft whine.
“I am,” Meredith agrees. “Take the painkillers and I'll do something about that.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Addison replies, but she's smiling – fuck, she's pretty when she smiles like that – and she quickly downs the pills. As promised, Meredith rids herself of her scrub pants and underwear, and climbs back into bed, joining Addison under the covers.
“Hi,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss Addison again, and again, and again, and–
“Mer, please ,” Addison interrupts her with a gentle palm against her cheek. “I need–” her voice breaks, and Meredith kisses away the tears that appear under her eyes.
“Okay. I’ve got you, baby.” Moving further down Addison’s body, Meredith carefully kisses the swell of her breast, making sure to stay away from any angry bruises, while she lets her hand trail lower.
“Mer,” Addison moans her name quietly when she reaches her target, spreading her legs on instinct. She’s warm and wet and Meredith can feel her muscles tense, and then relax for her.
“It’s just me, Addie,” Meredith reassures her. “Do you want it inside, or would that hurt you too much?” She sucks gently on a nipple, and Addison’s back arches.
“Fuck–” Addison laughs, freely and unabashedly, and it’s the most lovely thing Meredith has ever witnessed. “–I don’t know, but just try , please. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“Breathe for me,” Meredith tells her, circling her clit before gathering moisture on her fingers and pushing one finger into Addison. “So pretty, Addie,” she whispers, craning her neck upwards so she can kiss her again.
“Shit, Mer,” Addison curses. “Slow, go slow.” Her hands fly into Meredith’s hair, tugging her upwards.
“Okay, okay. Here,” Meredith kisses her temple and moves one of Addison's hands on top of the one between her thighs. “You set the pace.” Addison whimpers quietly, nodding. Together, they fuck her slowly and softly, Meredith kissing every bit of skin she can reach.
“Mer, I’m–” Addison’s breath hitches and she’s grasping at Meredith’s hair. “I need–”
“Let go, Addie.”
Addison moans loudly as her orgasm hits her, riding it out slowly on their joined hands.
“Fuck, God, I–” She groans, until she’s lightly pushing at Meredith’s hand. “Too much, too much.” Meredith quickly withdraws her hand from Addison’s thighs and wipes it on the duvet. Addison is staring up at her, her eyes glistening and her lips parted, trying to catch her breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” Meredith tells her, and she feels like a broken record but it’s the truth, it’s all her brain can think when she looks at the redhead panting against expensive sheets.
“I’d like to return the favour,” Addison tells her when she can produce a full sentence again, but she immediately frowns. “But I’m not sure I can move my arms well enough.” Meredith has to laugh, then, because she’s nearly pouting and it looks absolutely adorable . “Unless–” Addison is pawing and tugging at her again, but Meredith isn’t sure what she wants from her.
“This would be easier if you just told me what you want to do,” she jokes, kissing Addison’s nose.
“Can you kneel over my face?”
“ Addison. ” It comes out raspy and breathless, and Meredith can barely coordinate her limbs to cooperate enough at Addison's question, but with an offered hand for balance she carefully moves up on the bed until she's holding on to the headboard and slowly lowering her hips over Addison’s head.
The first touch of her tongue makes her throw her head backwards, a guttural moan leaving her throat.
“Oh God ,” Meredith chokes out. Addison hums against her as a reply, and it sends lightning through her body, nerve endings on fire that pools in her core. “Shit, fuck, Addie. ” It's almost pathetic how close she is nearly immediately, but Addison blows gentle air against her heated folds and Meredith’s mind goes blank . All she can think about is how good Addison's tongue feels on her clit, until her lips join in and Meredith bites down on her own hand to stop herself from screaming Addison's name. Her thighs tremble with the effort of staying upright, of not crushing Addison, while the rest of her twitches with aftershocks.
When Meredith feels at least seventy percent certain that her limbs haven't turned to jelly permanently, she climbs off of Addison so she can gather her in her arms again. When they kiss, she tastes herself on Addison's lips, and God is it hot.
Addison yawns quietly, and Meredith can feel herself get sleepy too.
“Method still works,” she mumbles quietly. Addison laughs.
“Yeah, it really does.” After a tick of silence, she asks: “Meredith?”
“Yeah?”
“What happens now?” She's looking up at Meredith, and Meredith can't help herself: she lowers her head to kiss the anxiety from her face.
“We're going to take a nap now, and then we're just going to take it one day at a time. Together.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
“Okay.”
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Tell the world that we finally got it all right
I choose you
I will become yours and you will become mine
I choose you