Never Love a Wild Thing

I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.

Sebastian let out a very dramatic, very pointed sigh. He’d need a very large flask, with Meredith’s tone. “Not even a quick espresso for the road?” he all but whined. He hated starting his day without coffee, and when Meredith was involved…

Meredith rolled her eyes, her heels clacking confidently against the sidewalk as she continued marching, not pausing even for a second. Her arm was still linked through Sebastian's, and although she was sure the gesture was unappreciated, there was no way she was letting him go until they'd reached their destination. 

Meredith gave her sister an indulgent smile, hiding genuine affection. "Good thing my reign of terror in our early years wasn't all for naught then."

"No, Meredith," Kevin rolled his eyes with a playful tone, "Only because I know that you wouldn’t let me get away with not inviting you. It’s implied that you would be there."

"Excuse me, I would let you get away with it!" She proclaimed, shooting him a pointed look. "- I'd just pop over with a few lit-matches and a canister of gasoline is all."

"It’s not that bad. And it’s my favourite."

"Hmm. Pity. Looks like you'll have to buy yourself a new one in-... three, two, one-" In one smooth swoop, the lipstick flew into the garbage, striking the metal at the bottom of the can.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

She'd been delivering a snarky reply to some chick who'd cut her off in the parking lot when she heard Katherine's voice rising in reprimand a few feet away. She turned on her heel to face the older woman. "No, but I did kiss Stefan with this same mouth and he seemed to have no complaints." The sharp retort left her lips before she had time to think twice.

I'm sorry if this sounds rude... but..

Meredith turned to face her sibling, a slow grin taking over her features. "Was that an inkling of spunk? From my sweet sister?... Somewhere out there, hell's freezing over, Cryssy."

I can’t sleep. I feel like I should probably find a way to fall asleep or something.

Meredith stared at the brunette for a moment before replying. "Lie down in a horizontal position and close your eyes, cupcake. Alternatively? Sex. If that fails? Sleeping pills. If those don't work either, we have an asylum just around the corner. Welcome to town."

"It’s a good day for coffee. If my regular place wasn’t closed.” He tended to be a very grumpy man when coffee wasn’t a part of his morning routine. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his Yelp suggestions.

An arm linked around his like a snake choking its prey and with one firm yank Meredith dragged him to her side, not stopping her rapid pace even for a moment. "You won't need the stimulant rush where we're going, I guarantee you that. A good dose of opiates? Maybe."

"To housewarm, or not to housewarm? That is the question."

"Yes if you're inviting me, no if you aren't. Not a Macbeth-worthy question, jeez, Kev."

"Please?"

"No! That lipstick colour looks like crap on you! I'm doing you a favour, Farrington. Trust me."