2008
Addison's POV:
I woke up the morning after going out for drinks with Meredith with a killer headache. I didn't really remember what happened after I started drinking, all I knew for certain was that the curtains were open and the sun streaming in made my head pound. Groaning, I rolled over. I was wearing a t-shirt that I don't remember ever putting on.
"How are you feeling?" Someone asked from beside me, with a groggy morning voice. No, not someone, Meredith. It was Meredith's groggy morning voice. She hardly ever stayed the night with me, and she'd never come back to my hotel. So naturally, I was delightfully surprised.
"Better, now that I know you're here" I roll into her and cuddle my head into the crook of her neck to block out the sun. "My head is pounding, Jesus, I'm getting too old to be drinking like that" as much as I wished it was a joke, it really wasn't. Thirty eight was too old to be getting drunk.
It was also too old to be sleeping with a thirty year old, but I ignored that little fact.
I felt her laugh, and then press her lips to my forehead. Arms encased me, and fingers tangled through my hair. Suddenly, the sun wasn't unwelcome, it was nice, the whole bed felt cozy and warm and light.
"I have aspirin next to me, if you need it" Meredith whispered, nose pressed to the top of my head.
"Please" I whimper, not daring to open my eyes in case the now welcome but still not entirely comfortable sun decided to blind me completely. I felt her stretch to the nightstand, and then I felt her pressing aspirin to my lips.
"You have to sit up to drink some water with it baby" she gently coaxes me up, and I sip some water to swallow my aspirin before retreating back down to burrow in the crook of her neck.
She tipped my head back, and leaned in to kiss me. I gripped her hair as she rolled on top of me, in one swift movement that she'd mastered during our encounters.
A soft moan that left my lips made her smirk, and continue her assault on my gin-soaked lips. A sharp gasp as she sucked on a spot behind my ear made her seemingly even more determined to finish what she'd started.
It was gentle; she was gentle. Lots of times we'd have to rush, or we'd be so eager to just finally be with one another that it'd be rushed, and rough, all teeth and tongue and strangled moans with muffled cries. Those times were good, I loved them as much as the rest of them, but the times when she was gentle and slow, like we had all the time in the world, those were the times that I cherished.
After all, it wasn't often we had this much privacy and this much time. She savoured it slowly, still continuing to lick and suck her way down my neck as my body responded, becoming hot and ready for her.
We didn't speak; sometimes words just weren't necessary, especially as she lifted my shirt up and over my head, and moved down to suck on erect nipples. My entire body shook, every time she touched me felt like the first. My hands knotted in her hair, willing this moment not to end.
Gently, her hands mapped my body as if she'd never seen anything like it, as if she'd be doing this every day for the rest of her life and all she wanted to do was remember it. Each curve, crevice and crack she moved her hands over, and eventually her lips too.
I was whining by the time she got to my core. Impatient and ready, I let a low whine leave the back of my throat. She chuckled lightly, still kissing the bottom of my belly, and moved down, down, down.
My back arched clear off the bed as she blew a gust of cold air on my clit. Everything was throbbing, I needed her so badly; my entire body was drumming a beat just for her, each nerve on fire and every inch of skin humming.
"Oh Jesus, please Meredith" I somehow managed to find it within me to speak; I was so far gone, my toes curled and my hands fisted the sheets, I was glistening with sweat. Every single ounce of me was so alive, yet so at peace all at the same time.
Without wasting another second, she was inside me, prompting me to yell out. She worked me over gently, curling her fingers at just the right time and slowing down slightly when she could feel that I was close. She edged me on for what felt like forever, before pulling out her fingers and replacing it with her tongue and sending her fingers to rub slow, slow, slow circles on my clit.
I needed faster, I needed harder, but I couldn't bring myself to ask because just as much as she did, I wanted this to last. I wanted to freeze this moment, with her gentle hands exploring my body and her soft lips bringing me pleasure. I wanted to remember that moment, for as long as I lived I knew it'd remember it.
That was the moment I fell in love with her.
When I came, extremely hard and seeing white, she kept on going anyway. Each touch was almost painfully pleasurable, but I didn't want her to stop. If she stopped, it ended, and we'd be sent back into the chaotic mess that was our lives.
She didn't stop after my second orgasm, or my third. When she edged on my fourth, by kissing me softly and rubbing her thigh between my legs, I snuck a hand down and slid into her, hoping she could feel as good as I was. With a crook of my fingers, she came with a silent cry and I came with a loud one.
I was exhausted, but motivated. Four orgasms was her record with me so far; I knew five wouldn't happen, not today, because I was so sensitive I was dreading having to put underwear on later. When I was breathing normally again, I slid down, kissing every inch of her. I sucked deep purple marks into her thighs, relishing in the noises she made and never wanting to hear them stop.
She came twice more, right in a row without stopping, with my fingers crooked inside of her and my mouth sucking on her clit.
I sat back on my heels, watching her regain her breath. She was sweaty, her hair was matted to her forehead, her whole body was still shaking with after shocks, and her toes were flexing from being curled so tightly up. There, wrapped in a white hotel sheet with the golden sun painting her yellow, I fell in love.
"C'mere" she murmured, fucked out and looking as exhausted as I felt. I crawled my way back up to her, and snuggled into her chest.
"You're so beautiful" she whispered into my hair "I find myself just fascinated by you; I could watch you all day. Hell, I could make you orgasm all day. The way your face just loses all thought and how blissed out you look after you've calmed down makes me want to keep making love to you, it's a shame you ever have to put clothes back on" her catchphrase; I smiled at that.
"Meredith" I whisper slowly, hesitantly "Mer, I know I shouldn't say this. I know I shouldn't feel this. It's all kinds of wrong and my heart is going to be broken in the end, I know, but I just" I inhaled, thinking maybe by some twist of fate or trick from God that she loved me back. I was hoping, praying, and wanting her to love me back. I needed her to love me back.
"I know I'm just breaking my own heart" I chuckle lowly "though, maybe you can put it back together. Wishful thinking, I know, but I am so in love with you that I can't imagine not spending the rest of my life with you, wrapped up like this, in our bubble. I am in love with you" my heart was racing, I could hear it thrumming in my ears.
"I'm sorry" she says finally. My heart falls, just a little. I was expecting that; I was expecting her to tell me she didn't love me too. I was ready to handle it, but I wasn't ready for the ache in my chest or the knot in my stomach.
"What are you sorry for?" I whisper "if you loved me back, it'd only break my heart more. This way it's better" I was willing the tears that were welling up in my eyes to dry.
"I'm sorry" she repeats "for breaking your heart"
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