Avery's Anatomy

Twenty seven

Mature warning

Charlie struggled to open the door and stifled a groan as Meredith's hand drifted lower and lower.

"Unless you want the few neighbors we have to see me butt naked, I suggest you give me a moment to open the door, love," Charlie said with a breathy chuckle.

Meredith moved her head only to see the obvious struggle on Charlie's features. She was caught between the idea of having sex right there, regardless of who might see or taking their business inside. "I've never had public sex before," she remarked slyly.

Charlie groaned out loud. "God dammit, woman, don't tell me that."

Meredith giggled and moved away, giving Charlie the space to open the door. Even though teasing Charlie was one of her favorite pastimes, she didn't want to have sex where poor Mrs. Travers could happen upon them at any time.

Charlie exhaled triumphantly as she finally managed to open the door. Before they could even fully step inside, Meredith sprang into action. Charlie's quick reflexes were the only reason she was able to react in time as Meredith lunged in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The encounter was messy, yet filled with raw passion as Charlie instinctively carried Meredith over to the nearest surface, which happened to be the dining table.

"You're nothing but trouble, Grey," Charlie whispered as she gently laid Meredith down and began planting kisses along her neck. "You didn't waste any time, did you?"

Meredith smirked but let out a soft moan as Charlie nibbled at a sensitive spot below her ear. A shiver ran down Meredith's spine as Charlie's husky chuckle echoed in her ears. "Seems like you've been a bit of a brat, haven't you?"

Meredith's eyes widened, knowing the consequences of provoking Charlie in this mood. Although rare, when Charlie was in this state, it meant either an incredible orgasm or being teased mercilessly until she begged for release. "I'm sorry, love," Meredith tried to sound sincere.

Charlie raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by Meredith's apology. "Are you?" Her gray eyes darkened as she peered intently at Meredith.

Meredith's eyes darted away nervously, unintentionally enticing Charlie even more. "Yes," she mumbled.

Charlie let out a thoughtful hum and pulled back slightly. Meredith followed her movement, eager for more. A mischievous smirk played on Charlie's lips as she teased, "I don't think you are. You know what happens when you're a brat, don't you?"

Meredith swallowed the lump forming in her throat, there was something either wrong with her, or she hit her head as a child because punishment at Charlie's hands shouldn't have garnered the reaction it did. She squirmed uncomfortably, her panties becoming damp as the stickiness between her legs told her all she needed.

Charlie wasn't unaware of what her shift in behavior meant; she waited for Meredith, recognizing that consent was always important regardless of the situation.

"I do," Meredith said, her voice laced with obvious lust.

Charlie chuckled. "Get up," she ordered softly. Meredith complied, and Charlie took Meredith's hand in hers, leading her towards their now shared bedroom after Meredith finally moved out of the townhouse and into her apartment.

The room still bore the distinct traces of Charlie, with no clutter, everything neatly in place. The white sheets gleamed brightly, and the large window overlooking the streets of Seattle was covered by curtains, offering a view of the night sky. Charlie dropped Meredith's hand, removed her jacket, and tossed it onto the nearby chaise lounge. She then rolled up her silk shirt sleeves and took a seat on the edge of the bed, fixating her gaze on Meredith, who stood where she had left her.