The bartender slides a drink across the counter to Addison, brushes his hand against her arm, and Meredith sees red. She spares just enough time to throw out a glaringly insincere apology at the bartender before she’s grabbing Addison’s wrist and all but dragging her into the bathroom.
It’s an individual room, thank god because Meredith doesn’t think she could have waited to get home, and she has just enough mind to flick the lock shut behind them as they enter.
“Wow, what’s gotten into you, Grey?” Addison still has the nerve to smirk as Meredith presses her against the wall and holds her there. It makes Meredith want to fuck her until she’s crying and that pretty mouth is trembling and gasping for air.
“Oh, you know damn well. Flirting with everything on two legs,” Meredith hisses. “You really can’t control yourself, can you?”
Addison shrugs, unrepentant. “I guess I’ll just need someone to do that for me.”
“God, you’re so infuriating,” Meredith says, and then Addison’s smirking again in that infuriating way of hers, and Meredith’s left with no choice but to kiss it off of her.
Their lips meet, and it’s messy and nasty and their teeth clash for a moment before they can adjust. She presses her leg up between Addison’s, forcing her tight pencil skirt higher and higher until it’s cinched around her waist. Addison moans into her mouth, rolling her hips against her thigh, and Meredith can feel how wet she is through her panties.
“God, you’re soaking, and I’ve barely touched you,” Meredith taunts, pressing her leg up harder. Addison whimpers, and her hands come up to grip the lapels of Meredith’s coat as she works herself. “So fucking greedy. Taking anything you can get, huh?”
Meredith slips a hand between them, pushing her drenched panties to the side so she can find her clit. Addison jerks forward, moaning into her skin. Meredith knows that she’s close already, can hear the telltale signs and feel her pulse against her fingers, and just as Addison’s beginning to shake, she pulls away. Addison whines, trying to pull her back.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” Meredith laughs mercilessly. “Maybe I should just leave you here, all wet and desperate.”
“No!” Addison’s eyes are huge, and the defiance in her eyes has given way to that sweet, sweet submission that both of them crave. Meredith knows that she’s got her wrapped around her finger. “Don’t leave me.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Meredith asks, tilting her head. “It didn’t seem like you needed me out there. You’ve got a whole line of men waiting to get you in bed. Besides, I really should get back out to the party.” She reaches for the doorknob, but before she can turn the lock, Addison grabs her arm.
“No! Wait. I’m sorry, Meredith,” Addison’s eyebrows furrow adorably. “Please. I’m sorry.”
“If you’re really sorry, you’ll prove it to me.”
“I’ll do anything.” Addison swallows, her throat bobbing, and Meredith doesn’t have a doubt in her mind that she’s telling the truth.
It’s Meredith’s turn to smirk, and she presses her palms against Addison’s shoulders, forcing her to her knees. “Good. You’re going to eat me out until I tell you to stop. Got it?”
Addison nods, and her deft fingers are already unzipping Meredith’s slacks and lowering them to the ground. Meredith steps out of them, and then Addison’s hands are spreading her legs wide. The next thing she feels is Addison’s tongue flat against her, and Meredith groans, grinding down into her mouth.
She won’t last long like this, not with the way each stroke of Addison’s tongue is deliberate and well-placed – round and round her clit and dipping into her entrance. Meredith grips her hair and bucks forward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Addison’s tongue laps at her fervently. Addison’s adding her fingers to the mix suddenly, pressing two fingers into her as her lips latch onto her clit, and that’s all it takes for Meredith to come undone. Addison lets her ride it out, not stopping until Meredith tugs her back up with her hair.
“You’re so fucking good with your mouth.” Meredith kisses her, moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue. She pulls away abruptly, pulling her pants back on. “Don’t forget to clean your face before you leave.”
“Wait, you – you promised.” Addison’s bottom lip is trembling like she might burst into tears if Meredith doesn’t fuck her soon, and it’s a sight Meredith wants to remember for the rest of her life. “If I, if I ate you out, you’d…”
“I don’t think I promised you anything.” Meredith considers her, the kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair and wide, helpless eyes. “But I guess I’ll help you out. Clothes off.”
Addison hurries to obey, shoving her skirt off and pulling her shirt over her head. As she’s removing her bra, Meredith slides her panties off her legs and pockets them. She rests a hand against the small of Addison’s back and guides her towards the sink.
“Grab the sink,” Meredith’s voice is low in her ear, and Addison obeys without second thought, her hands tightening around the ledge of the sink. She can see them reflected in the mirror in front of them, and Addison blushes prettily. “Good girl.”
Addison shivers the way she always does when the words roll off of Meredith’s tongue. Meredith presses butterfly kisses down her throat, biting without warning at her pulse point. Addison jerks, her head falling forward.
“None of that.” Meredith tsks, her hand gripping her jaw and lifting her face back up to face the mirror. “You’ll watch yourself as I touch you. I want you to see me wreck you, and maybe you’ll be less inclined to flirt with strangers next time.”
Addison whimpers as Meredith’s hands travel down to her chest, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Meredith is gentle until she’s not, pinching tight enough that Addison squeals. Meredith sweeps a thumb across her nipple to soothe her, and then she’s cupping her breasts and squeezing. Addison’s hips rock back, in search of friction.
“Please,” Addison whines. “Please touch me.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” Meredith murmurs, and then her hand is dipping between her legs.
Addison’s so wet that she’s dripping down her thighs, and Meredith has to bite her lip to stifle a groan. She doesn’t give her a warning before she thrusts two fingers into her. Addison moans at the intrusion, her hips bucking into Meredith’s hand, but her eyes remain glued on their reflection.
“Yeah, you like watching yourself.” Meredith curls her fingers, watching the way Addison’s eyes roll into her head. “Such a slut.”
Addison groans, tightening around her hand, and Meredith can’t help the smirk that stretches across her face. She meets Addison’s eyes in the mirror.
“You like when I call you a slut, don’t you?” Meredith starts thrusting her fingers faster, reveling in the stream of pleas that slip out of Addison’s mouth. “You just want to be fucked until you’re crying, huh? Maybe I’ll just lock you in a room for whenever I want to use you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Addison whines unintelligibly, and it’s so hot seeing her like this – reduced to a mess of whimpering and begging. Meredith can feel Addison clenching around her, and she presses her thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles until Addison’s toppling over the edge with a wail.
Meredith continues playing with her as she comes down from her high.
“Too – too much,” Addison whimpers, trying to squirm away. Meredith holds her tight.
“One more.” Meredith slips another finger into her and keeps her thumb on her clit. “You can come again.”
There are tears gathering in Addison’s eyes, but she’s shakily rolling her hips to meet Meredith’s thrusts, and this is how she likes Addison the most, fucked to the point that she’s just so greedy for it.
“Come on,” Meredith whispers in her ear, rubbing her faster and harder. “You can do it. You’re so good for me, so pretty. Such a good girl.”
Addison clenches around her hand like a vice, and she’s coming again, tears running down her cheeks from the sheer pleasure of it all. Her knees buckle, and Meredith’s there to catch her, lowering them both to the ground so that Addison’s sitting comfortably in her lap. Meredith strokes her back until Addison stirs, burying her face in her neck.
“Thank you,” Addison murmurs into her skin.
Meredith smiles, kissing the top of her head. “You really do like to get me all riled up.”
“Always.” Addison nips at her neck, and she’s easing to her feet before Meredith can react. “We should be getting back.”
Meredith lets that slide. She’ll deal with it next time.
They rejoin the party. Meredith keeps the panties, of course, and smirks as she watches Addison wander off to join a group of doctors, knowing that her thighs will be sticky for the rest of the night.
“Oh, my god,” Cristina says as Meredith saunters up next to her at the bar. “You fucked Satan in the bathroom, didn’t you?”
Meredith frowns, sliding into a seat and ordering a drink. “How did you know? I didn’t even say anything.”
Cristina sips her drink. “I just know. I know everything.”
Meredith rolls her eyes. “Sure. I’ll buy you a drink if you don’t ask about it.”
“You think you can bribe me? Spill.”