Shrrpteeth

I love themmmmm

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

💙 meddison?

💙: drunk kiss/tipsy kiss

The alcohol circling through her system is just the push Meredith needs to close the distance between them. The light is low and glancing off of Addison’s dark curls, the scent of her perfume is intoxicating, and her lips are soft and warm as she kisses Meredith, gently parting her lips with a brush of her tongue. She can’t not kiss Addison, really. From the moment she arrived this morning, there’s never been a doubt in Meredith’s mind that they’d end up here.

Meredith feels giddy, drunk off the way Addison kisses her. It’s softer and slower than she’s used to; gentle, like Addison doesn’t want to hurt her or doesn’t want her to run—like she would even think about it. It’s different than before. Then again, they’re not the same people as they were before.

In the end, Addison is the first to draw back. “Meredith,” she says.  Meredith doesn’t know what she means, not when color is high on her cheeks and her chest is heaving like she’d just been doing a lot more than kissing. It leaves her breathless with emotion, to look at her like this. She feels it too, Meredith thinks dumbly. She has to.

💙 for meddison :)

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

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She isn't drunk, Addison Forbes-Montgomery does not do drunk, thank you very much, however, she's fairly certain that someone spiked the fruit punch a little too enthusiastically to be appropriate at a party thrown at a damn hospital. Then again, Grey Sloan has never been an institution to do anything by the books.

(She suspects Helm, but can't prove it.)

Meredith's standing a little too close to just be platonic, or is it Addison herself who stepped into the other woman's personal bubble? Either way, Meredith doesn't seem to mind, and Addison is happy, because she'd much rather be standing next to Meredith than anyone else currently present -- and no, she won't be unpacking that mental statement either, thank you very much.

This party has been going on for much longer than Addison would have liked, but her coat is at the very bottom of the pile in the corner, and she can't be bothered to dig it out of the mess. --Okay, and maybe she's enjoying her time spent in Meredith's aura, even though her shoes are making her feet hurt and she's starting to get hungrier than the snacks available will satiate.

Slowly, the crowd of partygoers decreases, until Addison and Meredith are the only ones left standing in the middle of the room, still mere inches from each other.

And Addison decides to act on the impulse that has been bouncing around in her brain ever since she returned to Seattle.

"I'm--" She pauses until she's certain Meredith is listening to her. "I'm going to do something, and if it goes disastrously we can just say we were drunk and don't remember it tomorrow, okay?"

Meredith frowns, but nods, setting her own glass of wine down to the side.

"Okay."

"Okay," Addison repeats, before stepping forward and pressing her lips against Meredith's.

God that wine was cheap, she thinks as she tastes the drops still on Meredith's lips, and then she doesn't think again until their lips part again and the first thought on her mind is oh God.

But Meredith smiles.

"I think I'd like to remember this. Maybe we should do it again, just to be sure."