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Breathlessly, she found herself stumbling in front of the revolving doors before her. Meredith Grey had a little too much to drink as she could only feel the pain, the horror, the disgust at Derek Shepherd. Disgusting. He still tried to woo her despite his refusal to sign his divorce papers. Meredith Grey, heartbroken and reckless wandered through the hotel lobby of the Archfield. There was barely any sense why she was here. At the sight of a closing elevator door, she slammed her palm against the door to stop it from closing.
Drunkenly, she stumbled inas she leaned her back against the walls. When the door closed, Meredith sighed until she heard a voice speaking.
“Doctor Grey,” at the sound of her name, Meredith froze. She didn’t respond nor move a single inch — she did have an idea of who it was but still, she was fearful to test her theory. “Doctor Grey,” the voice repeatedly, this time with less patience in the voice.
Thus, Meredith looked up and locked gaze with the figure. Her eyes narrowed almost spitefully at the other presence — McDreamy’s perfect, long legged, Isabella Rosellini looking, annoyingly kind, fucking hot wife was there. Her cheeks flushed with anger and anguish. Meredith was close to starting a fight but she managed to rein in the last bit of her impulses with what little impulse control she had.
“Doctor Montgomery-Shepherd,” she said defiantly.
“What...What are you doing here?” Addison inquired carefully.
Meredith stayed silent, contemplating the answer to that question. The truth was, Meredith didn’t know why she was here either. Did she hope to find Derek here? Did she want revenge against someone who wasn’t the perpetrator? She didn’t know but what she did know what Addison was infuriatingly gorgeous and she could not stop staring at her.
“Meredith.” Addison spoke, snapping the intern back into reality.
“What?”
“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Addison enunciated each word, progressively sounding more annoyed with each progression.
“I… You… You wanted to have a threesome earlier, no?” Meredith asked boldly. At this point, her filter wasn’t working and she was stumbling closer towards the other woman. “Well, I’m here. Are you just gonna turn me away?”
At that Addison chortled in disbelief. She raised her palms facing towards the other, as if to push her away. “Doctor Grey,” she started carefully. “I think you’re missing a
key
element of a threesome. There’s only two of us here.”
“Haha!” Meredith laughed as she fell forward and Addison involuntarily caught her. Lazily, she looked up at the older woman as one palm pressed against the wall behind the other woman. “It would be one but Derek hasn’t been very nice lately. I don’t want to include him.”
“Are you…” Addison tilted her head to one side in shock, her arms barely supporting the blonde as her eyes watched the elevator go up each floor. “Are you… propositioning me?”
“Why not? I’m hot, you’re hot… and besides. Derek hurt me. Don’t you wanna get back at him too?” Meredith asked slyly as she found herself tugging the collar of Addison’s coat to stabilize her footing. Slowly, she pulled herself up closer to the redhead — Meredith could feel Addison’s breath hot against her own skin as her hazy emerald eyes searched out Addison’s cerulean gaze.
“Meredith… I came here to fix my marriage —” Addison then hesitated, as if she was deep in thought. Her eyes searched anywhere but Meredith’s eyes. She thought about the way Derek walked in on her and Mark but he only responded by getting up and leaving. She thought about the ways how he had repeatedly verbally berated her in front of the people she knew. There was only a certain amount of that she could tolerate… a part of her did feel bitter about all of it.
Her eyes looked at Meredith’s momentarily and — shit, she was alluring. For a moment there, she understood why Derek was attracted to her. Besides, if she slept with Meredith Grey it would settle the score between her and Derek. After all, at that point they would’ve both slept with the same woman.
Addison leaned over to Meredith’s ears and husked, “fine,” then she paused. “Do not breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Ding! Rang the elevator bell and the doors opened. Meredith casted a look over at Addison as a smirk played on her lips. This was Derek’s wife. Imagine the look on his face if he found out that his wife and his dirty little mistress slept together — furious right? The idea of revenge was all too powerful and the truth was, Meredith was more drunk on the power than she was on the three shots of tequila in her system.
Addison unlocked the door to her suite and before she could settle down, Meredith pinned her against the door, slamming it shut. The young blonde leaned in, pressing a sloppy kiss against Addison’s lips. There was no tenderness in her actions, only the force of disdain and anguish. She felt Addison gasp, and the truth was she felt an undeniable high from that — the almighty She-Shepherd was falling at her mercy. It was intoxicating the way how Addison moaned against her mouth and the ways how she felt those slender fingers desperately pulling off the jacket that was wrapped so tightly around Meredith’s lithe frame.
“I don’t like you,” Meredith breathed in between their desperate kisses as she pulled off Addison’s black tailcoat and threw it on the ground as it pooled with her own jacket.
“And yet you can’t stop
kissing
me, Grey,” Addison retorted as she gasped for air before another crushing kiss was pressed against her.
“Shut up. I do the talking.” Her fingers hiked along her creamy thighs as she dug her nails in, leaving violent red scratches against Addison’s skin. The way how Addison shivered at her touch was driving her wild as she felt the other woman involuntarily melt.
It had been a long time since Meredith screwed another woman but it would be a first to say she screwed someone else’s wife. She’s already committed adultery once. It wasn’t as if committing once or more would make a difference. Addison’s knees were quaking against Meredith’s touch and she moaned, as if begging to be touched by the other woman.
“Please…” Addison involuntarily whined as her hips arched, begging for contact against Meredith’s fingers that were so intent on digging themselves into her flesh.
“Somebody’s needy,” Meredith chuckled before removing her hand from her thigh. Slowly, they traced upwards and tugged at Addison’s collar. “Take this off.”
Addison bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she watched Meredith Grey standing there, staring at her as she was on the floor. Her eyes peered upwards as she undid the bow around her waist. The intern observed as if Addison was a fascinating case study. She studied the way how her fingers trembled and the way she looked at Meredith, frustrated that she found herself in this position. Finally, the zipper was undone and the dress fell from Addison’s frame.
Meredith’s lips part but much to her surprise she found herself pushed against the wall as Addison grabbed a handful of her strawberry blonde hair. There was this incredibly sexy and devilish smile that was on the other woman’s lips. Seductively, Meredith bit her bottom lip as if to taunt the older woman and Addison took the bait by pulling her locks harshly.
“Did you really think you were the one in charge, Grey?” Addison breathed, her teeth grazing against Meredith’s earlobe and Meredith only shivered upon contact. Slowly, Addison inched her fingers up her sweater, her nails digging into the flesh of her shoulder blades harshly as she dragged them down tantalizingly so. “By the end of this night my name will be the only thing you’ll know how to say.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Meredith taunted before she pushed Addison’s naked form against the other wall and felt her body collide with a telltale thud. Her hand slid upwards along the slope of Addison’s body, feeling the swell of her covered breast as Addison shivered involuntarily. “Because… that would be rather troublesome, no?”
Another hand slid behind Addison’s back as she unhooked her lingerie before she inched her lips against her collarbone. Meredith bared her teeth, pressing against Addison’s flesh. In that moment, she felt the way Addison tangled her fingers into her hair, pushing her closer as if ushering her to proceed. Violently, Meredith laid a warpath along Addison’s flesh, dragging her teeth against her creamy skin with only bruised teeth marks.
There was no tenderness in her motions as she marked the enemy’s territory. Addison in this moment was a tool for her to get back at Derek for breaking her heart over and over again. No more would she allow herself to give her heart to him. The truth was, she much preferred seeing “Satan” in this light: vulnerable, breathless, and her body begging for mercy.
“Oh god… you - you —” Addison’s protests were muffled by the tongue that found their way around her hardened nipples. Her chest arched and Meredith grinned smugly as she felt the way how Addison trembled under her touch.
“If you never showed up I would’ve been happy,” Meredith whispered as her lips trailed lower and lower. “If you never showed up I would’ve still had a boyfriend. If you never showed up I wouldn’t’ve been more broken than I am now.”
Suddenly, Addison’s legs were wrapped around Meredith’s shoulders. There were no coherent words that left the red head’s lips except for the frenetic pleas for Meredith to continue fuelling her pleasure. None of the hateful words spewed by the younger woman was registering in her mind and all she could do was beg and hope she could encourage Meredith to continue her ministrations.
The next morning came as Addison flinched at the greeting of sunlight. The curtains were never drawn — guess she never had the chance to do that. Her head was hurting and her body ached. Slowly, she touched her naked body as it slid against her skin — an involuntary hiss left her lips, the spot felt tender so she left the bed before stepping into the bathroom.
It was a hickey. A goddamn hickey. Meredith Grey marked her.
This was beyond frustrating. She made a mistake, a great lapse in judgement. Yet, it was surprisingly vindicating. The way neither of them held back with their resentment towards each other was therapeutic — Meredith was not soft on her and she was not kind to her either. Yet, sadly, this was the best sex she had in years.
So, she walked over to her bed and found Meredith tangled in her sheets. Now, Addison might’ve held feelings of resentment towards her, she was by no means cruel. So, she left her a glass of water and a change of clothes. Quickly, she scribbled a note and laid it beside the sleeping blonde. Her fingers moved and set an alarm for 6:00AM before she haphazardly got dressed and slipped out of her hotel room.
The last thing she wanted to do was to have an awkward conversation with Meredith about the night before.
When the door slammed after Addison left, Meredith roused from the lights that hit her. It was harsh on her eyes and for a brief moment, she felt disoriented. Then, it came back to her. She was mad at Derek and then she decided to run away from him and somehow that decision involved her finding his wife at the hotel she was staying at. Then… she remembered why she was naked. They had sex. They had hate sex. Under usual circumstances Meredith would’ve most certainly blamed it on the fact that she was drunk — but three shots of tequila was barely enough to give her a buzz, nevertheless get her blackout drunk .
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Meredith chanted it like a mantra. She’s fucked up royally this time and the worst part was, she was going to see both Shepherds at the hospital today.