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slybrunetteTitle: The Touch Of Your Lips (It's A Shock Not A Kiss)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 980
Author's Note: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] is to blame because the first thing she said after Thursday's ep was 'couch porn'.
Summary: Alternate ending/filler for 6.19 - Sympathy For The Parents. When she kisses him, presses her lips lightly against his and curls her fingers into his shirt, it’s because she isn’t thinking.
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When she kisses him, presses her lips lightly against his and curls her fingers into his shirt, it’s because she isn’t thinking.
She’s drowsy, eyes burning from being open so long, exposed to the flashing colors from the television, on low in the background, in the midst of the darkness in the rest of the house. Derek had already gone to bed; she’d promised to be up in awhile, and then promptly forgot to move or maybe lost the will too. Her body had leaned progressively closer towards Alex’s and his leg was warm against hers.
A cheerful reporter chatters on about a car crashing into a trailer when she turns into him, so that she’s mostly on her side and her forehead just rests against his shoulder. His fingers brush against her leg, almost like an accident, but she shifts towards them, so that his hand is trapped against her, and then she leans up to kiss him like an afterthought.
It devolves into sloppy kissing, due entirely to the situation. The angle is all wrong and half his attention is fixed in the direction of the other room, the stairway shrouded in near darkness. She brings her hand around to the back of his neck, sliding up into short hair and pulling him down closer, nipping at his lower lip in an attempt to draw his attention elsewhere. When that doesn’t quite work she throws one leg over his hips, pressing her chest flush against his.
“Mer,” he says, wary, confirming that he’s the one who’s more awake and aware of the two of them. He’s thinking. He’s going to question this because he knows she would want him to –
(“Just think about what you’re doing,” she’d yelled it, flying off the handle in the middle of his bedroom. His sheets were a rumpled mess and the pillow on the right side still bore the imprint of her sister’s head.
He tosses his laundry at the closet, half of it bare, save for a few lone hangers. “Because you’ve always been so good at that.”
“You’re dragging other people into your mess. You’re not thinking about the consequences.”
“What’s the point?”)
-- because someone has to be the sane one here, now that they can’t hide behind the excuse of tequila induced chaos. Her mistakes are supposed to burn going down.
“You’re divorced,” she murmurs against his mouth, both as a reassurance (it’s uneeded; the only one he’s screwing over here is her sister, and Lexie spent much of the day smiling at and chatting up his brother, this close to hitting on him, so it’s a fair trade) and because it’ll piss him off. It reads as failure, gets the blood pumping in his veins, and she rocks her hips a little, for good measure.
He waits until he’s palming her breast through her shirt to remind her, “And you’re – ”
“Alex.” She pulls back far enough that she can let her hand skid down his chest, his stomach, to the fly of his jeans and pulls.
(“You know you’re nothing like your father, right?”
“You’re nothing like your mother.”
And maybe that’s true and maybe that’s not. Maybe she would be a good mother, but maybe she’s still the whore. Maybe she’s still the one who cheats on the good man lying in her bed upstairs; maybe it’s in her blood, this quest to find someone who gets her.
It doesn’t have to be someone who loves her. Just someone who understands her in some form outside of blatant communication, of explanation and faulty analysis.
They’re not exactly like they’re parents, maybe not even close, but there are some things that you can’t get away from and genes will always get you in the end.)
He’s hard and her fingers dance over his cock for a moment, watching the way he swallows a low groan, holding his hips still and his hands steady as he undoes the buttons of her shirt (it has to go back on, after all of this is said and done, and it wouldn’t do for Derek to notice a few of them are missing) and pushes it open.
“Okay,” she breathes and climbs off of him, making quick work of getting her own jeans and underwear off. She’s wet between her legs, adrenaline running through her body and making up for the energy that wasn’t there a few minutes ago, and he’s half smirking at her as she positions herself just right, lining their bodies up. She nods, her hands on his shoulders and his on her hips, her ass, and then he pushes in.
Meredith bites her lip, hard, but a moan slips through anyways. His exhaled “god” matches her in volume.
She figures out his rhythm, slips a hand between them when she feels he’s close, fingers against her clit just right, her mouth against his neck. She twists her hips and he thrusts into her, quick in and out, and the warmth in her belly evolves into her clenching and flexing around him as she comes with her teeth at the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. His fingers dig into her hips seconds later.
(“Not on your life.”
“Oh come on.” He cocks an eyebrow in her direction. “You’ve suddenly decided you have higher standards.”
“You’re an ass.”
“So they tell me.”)
When her breathing shifts back to something resembling normal, she slips off of him, coming to sit next to him. She draws her knees up to her chest, still in her bra and her open shirt, and he stands to pull his jeans back up. It’s out of necessity, the threat of Derek coming down the stairs ever present.
“Well that was one way to make this day better,” he mutters as he settles next to her.
She buries a laugh in his shoulder.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 980
Author's Note: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] is to blame because the first thing she said after Thursday's ep was 'couch porn'.
Summary: Alternate ending/filler for 6.19 - Sympathy For The Parents. When she kisses him, presses her lips lightly against his and curls her fingers into his shirt, it’s because she isn’t thinking.
. . .
When she kisses him, presses her lips lightly against his and curls her fingers into his shirt, it’s because she isn’t thinking.
She’s drowsy, eyes burning from being open so long, exposed to the flashing colors from the television, on low in the background, in the midst of the darkness in the rest of the house. Derek had already gone to bed; she’d promised to be up in awhile, and then promptly forgot to move or maybe lost the will too. Her body had leaned progressively closer towards Alex’s and his leg was warm against hers.
A cheerful reporter chatters on about a car crashing into a trailer when she turns into him, so that she’s mostly on her side and her forehead just rests against his shoulder. His fingers brush against her leg, almost like an accident, but she shifts towards them, so that his hand is trapped against her, and then she leans up to kiss him like an afterthought.
It devolves into sloppy kissing, due entirely to the situation. The angle is all wrong and half his attention is fixed in the direction of the other room, the stairway shrouded in near darkness. She brings her hand around to the back of his neck, sliding up into short hair and pulling him down closer, nipping at his lower lip in an attempt to draw his attention elsewhere. When that doesn’t quite work she throws one leg over his hips, pressing her chest flush against his.
“Mer,” he says, wary, confirming that he’s the one who’s more awake and aware of the two of them. He’s thinking. He’s going to question this because he knows she would want him to –
(“Just think about what you’re doing,” she’d yelled it, flying off the handle in the middle of his bedroom. His sheets were a rumpled mess and the pillow on the right side still bore the imprint of her sister’s head.
He tosses his laundry at the closet, half of it bare, save for a few lone hangers. “Because you’ve always been so good at that.”
“You’re dragging other people into your mess. You’re not thinking about the consequences.”
“What’s the point?”)
-- because someone has to be the sane one here, now that they can’t hide behind the excuse of tequila induced chaos. Her mistakes are supposed to burn going down.
“You’re divorced,” she murmurs against his mouth, both as a reassurance (it’s uneeded; the only one he’s screwing over here is her sister, and Lexie spent much of the day smiling at and chatting up his brother, this close to hitting on him, so it’s a fair trade) and because it’ll piss him off. It reads as failure, gets the blood pumping in his veins, and she rocks her hips a little, for good measure.
He waits until he’s palming her breast through her shirt to remind her, “And you’re – ”
“Alex.” She pulls back far enough that she can let her hand skid down his chest, his stomach, to the fly of his jeans and pulls.
(“You know you’re nothing like your father, right?”
“You’re nothing like your mother.”
And maybe that’s true and maybe that’s not. Maybe she would be a good mother, but maybe she’s still the whore. Maybe she’s still the one who cheats on the good man lying in her bed upstairs; maybe it’s in her blood, this quest to find someone who gets her.
It doesn’t have to be someone who loves her. Just someone who understands her in some form outside of blatant communication, of explanation and faulty analysis.
They’re not exactly like they’re parents, maybe not even close, but there are some things that you can’t get away from and genes will always get you in the end.)
He’s hard and her fingers dance over his cock for a moment, watching the way he swallows a low groan, holding his hips still and his hands steady as he undoes the buttons of her shirt (it has to go back on, after all of this is said and done, and it wouldn’t do for Derek to notice a few of them are missing) and pushes it open.
“Okay,” she breathes and climbs off of him, making quick work of getting her own jeans and underwear off. She’s wet between her legs, adrenaline running through her body and making up for the energy that wasn’t there a few minutes ago, and he’s half smirking at her as she positions herself just right, lining their bodies up. She nods, her hands on his shoulders and his on her hips, her ass, and then he pushes in.
Meredith bites her lip, hard, but a moan slips through anyways. His exhaled “god” matches her in volume.
She figures out his rhythm, slips a hand between them when she feels he’s close, fingers against her clit just right, her mouth against his neck. She twists her hips and he thrusts into her, quick in and out, and the warmth in her belly evolves into her clenching and flexing around him as she comes with her teeth at the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. His fingers dig into her hips seconds later.
(“Not on your life.”
“Oh come on.” He cocks an eyebrow in her direction. “You’ve suddenly decided you have higher standards.”
“You’re an ass.”
“So they tell me.”)
When her breathing shifts back to something resembling normal, she slips off of him, coming to sit next to him. She draws her knees up to her chest, still in her bra and her open shirt, and he stands to pull his jeans back up. It’s out of necessity, the threat of Derek coming down the stairs ever present.
“Well that was one way to make this day better,” he mutters as he settles next to her.
She buries a laugh in his shoulder.
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Date: 2010-04-03 11:39 pm (UTC)I AM SLAIN WITH THE UTTER WIN OF IT ALL. OH GOD, THIS ROCKS. I WANT TO PUT DOWN EVERYTHING I LIKE ABOUT THIS BUT I WOULD JUST HAVE TO COPY/PASTE THIS WHOLE MOTHER BECAUSE IT IS JUST ALL WIN. OH GOD, THIS ROCKS.
I love how you threw in the "you're not your mother/father" part and OH GOD, THIS ROCKS.
LOLOL, what else would I have said after an episode like that?! "Hmm, can I have some angst/jealousy between Derek and Meredith after he discovers her in the bathroom with Alex?" A good prompt, yes, but there was ~~COUCH PR0N THAT HAD TO BE WISHED INTO EXISTENCE FIRST~~
Although, there was the possibility for shower smut in there too.As always, you rule harder than anyone has ever ruled before and OH GOD, THIS ROCKS.
this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 02:50 am (UTC)That said, because I wasn't going to leave this alone:
“So is this going to be a thing now?”
Meredith smoothes down the bed sheets. “Is what going to be a thing?”
Derek cocks his head in her direction, giving her a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ look that only really works when she, you know, knows what he’s talking about.
“Derek.”
“You hanging out in the bathroom while Alex is naked in the shower.”
“Oh, that.” She shrugs. “Izzie used to do that with George all the time.”
“Didn’t they sleep together?”
She so knows what this is about now. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” he says, like that’s the most ridiculous thing in the world, which of course means that he is.
-
“So now he’s jealous.”
“This is fun for you, isn’t it?” Alex asks, and there is soap on his skin but they’re not doing anything remotely clean. His hands are on her hips and her back is pressed against cold tile.
“He thinks we’re talking.”
“Well,” his mouth is hot against her neck, “we are doing that.”
She laughs, slides a hand up his body, to land on his chest. “Yeah, we really should be doing less of that. We’ve got like ten minutes before he thinks we’re plotting his death or something.”
He looks her dead in the eye, faux-serious, and, “I thought everything that important got written down on a post-it.”
“Hey,” she shoves him but his hands are on her, steady, so he doesn’t even budge. That wasn’t the point anyways. She’s definitely not trying to decrease contact here, “don’t mock the post-it.”
“Whatever you say,” he replies, and then his leg finds its way between hers, pushing up, as his thumb draws circles around her nipple; the only thing she’s saying at the point is “oh god yes”.
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:13 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 03:25 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 03:40 am (UTC)I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU INSIST IN USING THE WORD "LIKE". MORE LIKE "WANTS TO MARRY AND HAVE FIC BABIES WITH."
I will give you prompty goodness forever if you keep feeding me this deliciousness. You are legit my crack dealer right now. YOU HAVE ALL THE GOOD STUFF AND I WILL NEVER STOP COMING BACK FOR MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:43 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 03:57 am (UTC)In other words, ILU. REAL HARD. LONG TIME.
Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 04:05 am (UTC)(For the record, this is FUN for me).
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Date: 2010-04-04 05:11 am (UTC)My Lexie/Derek schizophrenic thought process of DOOM:
Lexie and Derek have the perfect people facade going. They are the types who can sit and calmly drink coffee with Aaron Karev and act like this is something that happens every morning. We all know they are broken inside, we've seen it, and we know they both are with people who have had the dark and twisties down to a science, but when they break, they try to do it behind closed doors or off in trailers out in the woods. So I just have this thing that, like, for all their perfect people facades, inside they are just as screwed up as the rest of us. So, IDK, that's just why I would ship the hell out of Derek/Lexie. They want the world to see the put-together exterior so badly that it makes me ~want~ to see the dark, dirty...wrongness underneath.
Also, I was never entirely convinced that Derek wanted Mark to stay away from Little Grey just because she was Meredith's sister. But that's just me.IDK if I am interperating their characters totally wrong or what but those are just my ~thoughts
Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 06:44 am (UTC)You've created a monster.
Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 12:49 pm (UTC)YES THIS IS SO GOOD THAT I WANT TO WEAR A TUTU AND ICE DANCE.
Oh, but I love you and you are my favorite monster &hearts
Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-04 04:39 pm (UTC):D :D :D
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:46 pm (UTC)theirloveissotrue
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Date: 2010-04-06 05:41 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-10 12:59 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-10 02:01 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-10 03:44 am (UTC)I express myself through GIFsRe: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-10 04:11 am (UTC)Re: this is either a present or something very unfortunate but...
Date: 2010-04-13 09:01 pm (UTC)Oh, and the couch!porn too. You are so KILLING ME.
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Date: 2010-04-03 11:47 pm (UTC)And seriously, Alex and Mer, ftw. I wish they'd do it for real.
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Date: 2010-04-04 02:52 am (UTC)You know me and dialogue -- it's a necessity.
I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-04 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-04 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-04 02:53 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-04 05:08 am (UTC)I LOVE when you write Alex/Mer, it's such a treat. This seems so plausible and just an easy thing for the two of them to fall into. I don't think there are two characters on the show that get each other and relate to each other better than these two and it's a really awesome thing to watch. The conversation they had on the couch on the episode this week was like watching puzzle pieces click together because they get each other so well. I've always thought that watching them have some kind of physical relationship would be fascinating because in my opinion, they wouldn't have to be something that the other wants them to be.
Fabulous work here! One for the memories for sure!
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:41 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-04 11:24 am (UTC)You write these too so fricking perfectly.
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-04 01:31 pm (UTC)i love the little friendship they've got going on in the show, the whole "want me to kick his/her ass" scene was so cute, and the stuff about their parents.
but this version, hot as, they'd be a good couple, Meredith might pretend she's all 'whole and healed' but she's always gonna be as dark and twisty as Alex (Y)
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Date: 2010-04-04 07:20 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:01 pm (UTC)As much as I love their platonicness and amazing friendship, there was a look in Alex's eyes during that couch scene that made me think 'oh god, really?'
Alas, I was wrong. And you have now just made me so so happy. x)
In short, I LOVE YOU. Give me moreee. -dies-
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Date: 2010-04-06 06:06 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing; I'm sure there will be more in the very near future :)
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Date: 2010-04-06 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-06 06:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-06 06:14 am (UTC)I love Alex's character so much because he seems the type who could mesh with anyone so long as they don't do anything to piss him off. I loved the Mer/Alex interaction of the episode and that little scene you were commenting with earlier (haha, the future shower scene).
It makes sense. Meredith typically ruins her own relationships when she begins to doubt herself. She (like many others) sabotages herself, but at least it's with Karev and in the comfort of her own house, rather than an on-call room.
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Date: 2010-04-06 11:34 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this!