your lips, my lips (apocalypse)

by fivemillioneyes

Summary:

Somehow, between dinner and Derek and Addison’s body pressed close to hers, Meredith has managed to forget a very important detail.

“Are you… packing?” Addison’s gaze flits down between her legs, her eyes wide with surprise.

Chapter 1

Notes:

i like to imagine that their strap is like bright pink. i think that would be very exciting. also this is like mostly smut, BUT not all smut, and that's improvement for me!

title is from apocalypse by cigarettes after sex :) enjoy!

By the time Addison comes knocking with a bag of takeout and an apologetic frown, it’s late.

“Sorry, I got caught up with a patient. It’s been a long day,” Addison says, and Meredith can see from the dark bags beneath her eyes and the hair that’s fallen loose from her ponytail that she isn’t lying.

“It’s okay, Addie.” Meredith means it, kissing her softly. Addison sighs against her mouth, and she’s smiling when they pull away.

She holds up the brown paper bag in her hand and arches an eyebrow. “I brought Chinese to make up for my tardiness.”

“You really are the best,” Meredith says and ushers Addison into the living room.

Addison drops the takeout on the coffee table and curls up on the couch, leaving Meredith to sort out the food. Meredith’s not annoyed about it, not at all. It’s not often that Addison can take a break, and if her relaxing means that Meredith is going to be peeking into styrofoam boxes for the rest of her life, so be it.

“Kung pao chicken,” Meredith announces when she cracks open the first box, and she hands it over to Addison, who’s watching her with that soft, soft look in her eyes that makes Meredith flush a little. “And –”

“Chive dumplings with extra soy sauce,” Addison supplies, and of course she’d remember her order, tiny soy sauce packets and all. Meredith doesn’t think she’ll ever get over it, not when nobody else has ever bothered to remember even her coffee order.

“I love you so much.” Meredith climbs onto the couch next to Addison and kisses her cheek. Their thighs are touching, through Addison’s pencil skirt and Meredith’s sweatpants, and this contact is exactly what Meredith needs right now.

“I love you, too.” Addison’s cheeks are dusted in pink, and she’s adorable when she’s all flustered like this. “Eat your food. It’s not going to eat itself.”

Meredith chuckles and rolls her eyes, tearing open her little soy sauce packets that mean much more than they should and pouring them into the little plastic cup Addison remembered to pick up, too. She knows how much Meredith hates when the sauce gets all over the place and makes everything soggy and oversaturated.

They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, eating quietly. It’s nice, Meredith thinks, lifting a dumpling to her mouth with shaky chopsticks. They don’t need conversation and small talk to stand in the way of the simple pleasure of being with each other, and Meredith lets herself bask in Addison’s presence.

“How was your day?” Addison’s the first to break the silence, delicately tucking her long legs beneath her.

“Good. Burke let me scrub in on a valve replacement.” Meredith beams, remembering how pleased she’d been when Burke had asked for her. “It went fine. Nobody died, at least.”

Addison chuckles, leaning forward to set her food onto the table, and Meredith follows suit. “I’m sure it went better than fine, Mer. You really underestimate your own skill.”

“You always say the nicest things.” Meredith leans back against the couch, tracing the patterns on the cushions with her finger. “And you? How did surgery go? I heard it was successful.”

“It was.” Addison rubs her eyes tiredly, and she seems to deflate. “Everything went smoothly, and the baby came out healthy.”

Meredith waits for her to say more. She knows Addison better than she thinks, and it’s obvious something else is bothering her. When Addison doesn’t elaborate, Meredith prompts gently, “Addie…”

Addison sighs and concedes. “Derek was being an asshole again today. I just wish that he could leave his personal problems behind before doing a consultation with a patient.”

Meredith rubs her arm consolingly, though she can feel frustration simmering beneath her own skin. Ever since Derek realized that he’d been dropped by both women, he’s been overly insolent to them both. It’s infuriating. “I’m sorry, Addie. He’s going to have to get over it eventually, you know.”

“I hope so.” Addison lets her head fall onto Meredith’s shoulder. “I was married to him for eleven years. I don’t know what I saw in him.”

“Me neither. I think he was just around me all the time, and he hypnotized me with his good hair.” Meredith’s hand moves higher, gently brushing her fingers through Addison’s silky hair. Addison murmurs appreciatively, leaning into her touch. “The only good thing that came out of that relationship was meeting you.”

“When I came to Seattle and tried to split you apart?” Addison laughs a little. “I’m surprised you don’t hate me. I could have ruined your happily-ever-after.”

Meredith scoffs. “With Derek? I dodged a bullet.”

Addison laughs again, and it gets quiet. Meredith’s still stroking her hair, and their thighs are still touching, and then Addison’s twisting in her arms, lifting herself up and straddling her lap.

“Addie?” Meredith’s hand moves to her cheek, brushing a strand of red hair away from her face. “Are you –?”

She doesn’t get to finish because Addison’s kissing her suddenly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and nipping. Meredith groans and parts her lips when Addison’s tongue demands entry. It’s juvenile – they’re making out on the couch like horny teenagers – but it sends shivers down Meredith’s spine nonetheless, and she’s gripping Addison’s hips and pulling her closer. Addison groans and rolls her hips down, and it’s hot and desperate and – they both freeze.

Somehow, between dinner and Derek and Addison’s body pressed close to hers, Meredith has managed to forget a very important detail.

“Are you… packing?” Addison’s gaze flits down between her legs, her eyes wide with surprise.

Yes, she is.

Meredith flushes. “I thought that we could… tonight, but you looked so tired, so I thought that you wouldn’t want to.”

“Oh, baby.” Addison’s eyes have darkened, her pupils blown wide. “There is never a situation where I wouldn’t want to do this.”

And then Addison’s kissing her again, hungry and fierce. Meredith’s hands return to her hips, tightening and grinding Addison against the bulge in her pants. Addison breaks away to moan, her head thrown back as Meredith kisses down her throat.

Meredith decides that she wants to feel her skin, then, and she lifts the hem of Addison’s top, guiding Addison’s arms up so that she can tug it off. Her skirt comes off next, and Addison’s left in pretty lingerie. Meredith pauses just to admire her for a moment, taking in her curves and the glow of her skin against black lace.

“Like what you see?” Addison smirks, thrusting her body forward, and Meredith does like what she sees. She tells Addison as much, knowing how much Addison likes to hear her say it.

Meredith’s hands climb up the smooth expanse of her back to find the clasp of her bra, and she undos it with nimble fingers, letting it fall off of Addison’s shoulders. She cups her breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently before she leans forward and laps a nipple into her mouth.

“Wait, Meredith,” Addison breathes as her back arches. “Your roommates?”

“Both in surgery.” Meredith traces lazy circles around her nipple with her tongue and bites without warning, and Addison squeals, her entire body jolting.

If her mouth weren’t so occupied, Meredith would smirk. Instead, she sucks a mark into the underside of Addison’s breast and rolls her nipple between her fingers all at once, and hums when Addison’s hands find their way into her hair to hold her in place.

Meredith teases her with kittenish licks and unexpected nips until Addison’s squirming against her lap. Meredith can feel her heat through the material of her sweatpants, and she pulls away, unable to help herself as she practically rips Addison’s panties off.

“You’re so wet,” Meredith purrs, as she runs a finger through her. “All for me?”

Addison nods frantically, her teeth digging into her lip as she angles her hips in an attempt to get Meredith to fuck her. Meredith obliges and easily slips two fingers into her. She doesn’t bother teasing – this isn’t the main attraction, after all – and she pumps her fingers quickly, presses her thumb to her clit. Meredith plays her body like an instrument, pushing strangled moans and whimpers from her mouth until she’s toppling over the edge with shocking speed.

Addison’s still trembling when Meredith lifts her off of her lap and turns her onto her elbows and knees so that she’s facing away from her.

“You okay?” Meredith murmurs low in her ear, molding against her back.

“More than okay.” Addison turns her head to kiss her, and when they pull away, Meredith already has her pants pooled around her ankles.

Meredith’s hand is back on her hips, the other one lining the dildo up against Addison. “Ready, baby?”

Addison pushes back against her, impatient, and Meredith takes that as enough of an answer, easing forward. Addison moans, her head dropping forward as her muscles adjust to the intrusion.

“So fucking pretty for me.” Meredith strokes her hip with her thumb, working herself deeper and deeper. “Such a good girl.”

Addison whimpers when Meredith finally bottoms out, her hips flush to Addison’s. Meredith gives her a minute to adjust before she begins moving, slow and controlled. They don’t speak, the room filled with ragged breaths and the wet sounds of their bodies meeting before Addison whines.

Meredith knows what she wants; Addison likes fast and rough and dirty, but Meredith wants to fuck her into oblivion until she forgets about Derek and her patients and everything else she’s been worrying about lately. She keeps her pace leisurely.

Meredith fucks her like this until Addison is whining and whimpering and trying to thrust back against her, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth cushions. Meredith’s hold on her hips tightens, and Addison’s trapped in place.

“Mer,” Addison whimpers finally, her voice trembling.

Meredith glances over at the clock, and, yeah, she’s been fucking her for a while now. Still, she’s going to make Addison work for it. “Hm? Did you want something?”

“You know what I want. Come on,” Addison tries, but they both know that answer is not what Meredith’s searching for, not at all. Addison can try to order Meredith around, but it’s Meredith who holds the reins in moments like these.

“No, I don’t think I do.” Meredith slows down even more, if that’s even possible, and Addison whines pathetically, trying futilely to fuck herself on Meredith. “Use your words.”

Meredith can’t see her face, but she can picture the way Addison’s biting her lip and the flush that’s coloring her cheeks because, even now, she’s embarrassed to voice what she wants. It’s endearing, a stark contrast to the commanding figure she cuts at the hospital.

“Faster,” Addison relents, and she’s so close to what Meredith wants before finally, “Fuck me faster, Meredith, just –”

And Meredith does, gripping Addison’s hips so roughly that she’s certain there will be bruises there in the morning. It doesn’t matter to either of them in this moment when Meredith starts moving with purpose, now, introducing a rough rhythm that jerks Addison’s entire body forward with each thrust.

Addison moans, her fingers tightening around the armrest of the couch, and she’s so fucking pretty like this, all raw and needy.

Meredith can’t help the words that slip out of her mout then, taunting breathlessly, “You’re so hot, taking me so well, so fucking good.”

Meredith lifts a hand from her waist to twist it in Addison’s hair and jerk her head back, forcing her back to arch and Meredith to slide deeper into her. Addison moans gutarrally, her eyes falling shut. They’re moving as one now, joined together so that each thrust of her hips moves them both, and Meredith tugs at the hair in her grip until Addison whimpers.

A particularly hard thrust has Addison collapsing forward, her arms unable to hold her weight any longer. Her cheek is pressed against the mattress as she pants, grinding back against Meredith, and Meredith can tell that she’s getting desperate.

She’s right, of course, and she almost laughs when Addison tries to reach a hand down to finish herself. Meredith releases her hair before she can, pinning her hand tight against her back. She grabs her other wrist, too, and holds them both in one as she continues to ram into her. Addison chokes out a sob, her wrists working weakly against Meredith’s grip.

“You know better than that,” Meredith tsks, continuing to ram into her. “If you want something, you ask for it. Politely.”

Addison whines, and then she’s gasping out, “Please, please, Mer…”

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Meredith taunts, and then she’s looping her arm around Addison’s waist and rubbing her thumb into her clit.

Addison wails, and Meredith can see the tears that are gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“That’s it, so fucking good for me,” Meredith pants, snapping her hips forward. “Taking me so well like you were made for me. You look so goddamn pretty, letting me fuck you like this. Come on, come for me, baby.”

That’s all it takes before Addison’s coming, crying out as her entire body shudders and jerks. Meredith’s still fucking her, letting her ride out the aftershocks when –

“Holy mother of God!” It’s Izzie, her eyes wide and jaw dropped so low that it nearly brushes the ground. Behind her, George whirls around so fast that he almost rams straight into… Alex. Meredith groans. They’re never going to get over this.

Meredith pulls out of Addison so fast that she whimpers. She’ll apologize for that later. For now, there’s a blanket draped over the back of the couch, and she yanks it open to lay it over the two of them.

“What are you doing back so early?” Meredith demands once she’s certain that they’re both covered. Addison either doesn’t care or is too tired to care because she just nuzzles into Meredith’s chest and ignores them altogether. “I thought you were going to be at the hospital all night.”

“Surgery got canceled,” George offers dazedly, still turned away from them. “I sit on that couch.”

Alex, on the other hand, is all but ogling them, grinning widely. “Wow. I can’t say I expected to see that tonight. Feel free to continue.”

“Shut up, Alex,” Meredith snaps, glaring. Addison buries her face in Meredith’s neck. “Can you guys leave? If you couldn’t tell, we were kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah, we really couldn’t,” Izzie says dryly, already on her way out of the living room.

George calls behind his shoulder, his voice still stiff, “Please don’t have sex on the couch again.”

“Damn.” Alex doesn’t move from the doorway, his eyes dropping to the very obvious bulge protruding from beneath the blanket. Meredith feels herself flush. “I never thought Meredith would be the one wearing the –”

Meredith throws a pillow at him, and Alex scurries off.

“Addie? Are you okay?” Meredith gently eases back so she can see Addison’s face. “I’m so sorry, I thought they were going to be gone.”

Addison laughs, kissing her sweetly. “It’s okay, Meredith. I promise.”

“Okay,” Meredith says, letting herself smile. “If you want, I do have a bedroom that we could use instead.”

Addison raises an eyebrow and smirks. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Notes:

sooo would anybody be interested in a second chapter? ;)

Chapter 2

Notes:

i made the pink dildo canon lol! anyways, like promised, here is another chapter :) hope you enjoy!

By some miracle, they manage to make it upstairs without getting interrupted.

Meredith guides Addison into her room, locks the door, double checks that the door is locked, and then shoves Addison onto the mattress.

Addison hadn’t bothered picking up her clothes, which had been strewn all across the living room, and instead opted to wrap the blanket around herself. Now, Addison lets the blanket fall open. Meredith stares. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything quite so beautiful as this – Addison, in all her glory, bathed in moonlight and sprawled across the bed like some kind of divine creature.

“If you really like looking this much, you might as well take a picture,” Addison says, raising an eyebrow, and Meredith doesn’t even give her the satisfaction of rolling her eyes.

Instead, Meredith climbs on top of her and kisses her, open-mouthed and messy. Meredith lets out a strangled sound from the back of her throat when Addison’s hands begin to roam. They skate up and down Meredith’s sides as if she’s unsure where she wants to touch her, but she seems to make a decision as she tugs insistently at the hem of Meredith’s t-shirt.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Addison whines, snapping the waistband of the sweatpants Meredith had slipped back on. “Off, off.”

Meredith considers ignoring her solely for the purpose of frustrating her, but Addison’s soft hands are tracing patterns into her lower back, and she wants to feel those hands everywhere. She sits up so she can discard her shirt and bra, and Addison watches with rapidly widening eyes.

“Now who’s staring?” Meredith teases, and Addison pulls her back down in lieu of an answer.

Addison cups her breasts, flicking her nipples until Meredith hisses. She’s so caught up in her touch that she doesn’t notice that one of Addison’s hands has left her chest until it’s moving under the waistband of her pants and sliding between her legs.

Addison presses the harness of the strap to the side and, without warning, presses two fingers into her. Meredith arches and gasps, rolling her hips to meet Addison’s hand. She’s wet, she’s been wet since the moment Addison had climbed into her lap in the living room, really, and she would be content to let Addison bring her over the edge like this if she weren’t so keen on seeing Addison come again.

“St-Stop, Addie.” Meredith grabs her wrist to halt her movements and yanks her hand out of her pants. “I want to fuck you first.”

Addison pouts. “But you haven’t come yet. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Later,” Meredith says, pulling off her sweatpants. “I want to fuck you again, and then you can do whatever you want, okay?”

Addison nods. Her hesitance has disappeared upon seeing the pink dildo reemerge, and Meredith chuckles a little as she repositions herself to hover over her. Addison’s ready for her already – she can see the slick that’s dripping from her onto the sheets – and she doesn’t bother prepping her any further before she lines herself up and thrusts her hips forward.

She slides in easily. Addison moans, her head falling back as Meredith begins moving.

“So pretty,” Meredith breathes as she moves. She loves this, being able to watch the emotions flicker over Addison’s face. “Look at me, Addie.”

She does, wide eyes meeting hers, and Meredith loves the way Addison looks at her, too, the pure adoration in her eyes. Her lips are parted, sweat gathering on her forehead, and she’s so goddamn pretty like this.

“Good girl.”

Addison bites her lip as her hips jerk, and Meredith speeds up just enough for Addison’s fingers to clench tight in the sheets. Meredith moves her weight onto one arm so she can free up a hand to play with Addison’s breasts, rolling her nipple between her thumb and index finger. Addison whines, squirming.

“You’re so sensitive,” Meredith murmurs, pinching suddenly and reveling in Addison’s little yelp. “So fucking pretty.”

Addison whimpers, and Meredith decides to take pity on her, shifting her hand further south until she can press it into Addison’s clit. Addison’s breath stutters, her eyes squeezing shut, and Meredith tuts softly.

“Look at me,” Meredith says, slowing her movements until blue eyes snap open again. “Are you going to come for me again, Addie? Gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?”

Addison whines pitifully, and it only takes another stroke before she’s keening, her entire body arching off the bed. Meredith works her through it, whispering soft praises into her ear until she falls back against the mattress, spent and satisfied.

“You okay?” Meredith brushes strands of sweaty hair away from her face.

“Very.” Addison blinks sleepy, satisfied eyes at her. “Although I would be more than okay if you let me make you come.”

Meredith raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re up for that?”

Addison glares at her. “Do I look like I wouldn’t be?”

“Okay.” Meredith chuckles and raises her arms in surrender. She slips out of bed to shuck the harness, leaving it piled on the ground. “Where do you want me?”

Addison, who’d propped herself up on her elbows to watch her, lays right back down. “Sit on my face.”

Heat shoots straight down to Meredith’s core. Before her mind can be completely clouded of judgment, she manages to ask, “Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t,” Addison says as Meredith climbs back onto the bed. “Now come on.”

Meredith hesitates as she brackets Addison’s face with her knees, hovering above her. “If you need to stop, tap my leg three times, okay?”

Addison nods. “I will. Come on, Mer.”

Meredith swallows and cautiously lowers herself down.

Her efforts are promptly ignored as Addison grips her hips and pulls her down. The first stroke of Addison’s tongue is utterly blissful, and she lurches forward to grip the headboard. Addison explores her carefully, circling Meredith’s clit and moaning softly just to feel Meredith jerk. She licks her gently, gathering her wetness on her tongue and swirling it around her folds until she’s dripping and messy.

Meredith can only grind down on her face, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her mind begins to grow hazy. She’s been careful to allow Addison enough space to breathe, but Addison doesn’t seem to care as she holds Meredith in place.

Addison flicks her clit before she presses into Meredith as far as her tongue can reach. Meredith moans, letting her hips roll against Addison’s mouth. She’s getting close already after being so worked up, and she can feel herself clenching tight.

Addison thrusts her tongue faster, and, at the last moment, closes her lips around her clit. Meredith bucks her hips, her body spasming as she topples over the edge. Meredith slumps off of her, mindful not to crush her.

“You’re so hot when you come,” Addison breathes, leaning over to kiss her. Meredith moans at the taste of herself on Addison’s tongue. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Meredith smiles, finding Addison’s hand and running her thumb over her knuckles. “I love you, Addie.”

Addison rolls halfway on top of her, tangling their legs together. “I love you, too.”

 

 

Meredith almost trips over the six-pack of Gatorade outside their door when they’re leaving for work the next morning. There’s a piece of paper on top of it, a note scrawled quickly in pen:

You’ll need these. Also, please do something about the clothing on the couch. Specifically, a red, lacy article of clothing. George almost shit himself when he sat on them.

Enthusiastically,
Your Favorite Roommates

Notes:

if you have any prompts, feel free to send them to me on my tumblr @fivemillioneyes here!