#merddison

Mark Sloan would be the biggest fucking supporter of those two ever.

Because deep down Mark does really love Addison. He wants her to be happy. Unfortunately because he has the emotional maturity of a 15 year old boy the only way he can express that sentiment is through constant Innuendo and bullying .

But Addison is used to that, and she could 100% throw it back at him.

He would give Addison SO MUCH shit for

- Dating a woman 10 years younger than her

- Dating a woman both he and Derek have slept with.

- Being protective of Meredith in general given that she's about as cuddly as a porcupine

Had loml on loop and decided to post that fanfic i wrote while i was straight up dying over meredith and addison. C, xoxo.

Flashback.

“Don’t you ever get tired of listening to the same song over and over?” Meredith asked with a smile, lying on the left side of the bed.

Addison walked barefoot across the room and hit play on “Sex” by The 1975 again.

“My love, give them some credit—it’s an excellent band.”

“I never said otherwise. But you play them every single day. I’m seriously starting to dream about the chords to ‘She Way Out.’”

“You complain too much, Meredith,” Addison replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss the blonde’s neck.

Meredith could only let out a deep sigh as she ran her fingers through the red hair of the woman who drove her crazy with just a few kisses. Addison’s hands slid down to her legs, pushing up the oversized sweater she was wearing. Her head dipped to the newly exposed abdomen, lips brushing over it softly.

“Babe, that tickles,” Meredith said through laughter, her hand stroking Addison’s hair and gently guiding her lower.

“Hahaha, shh.”

Addison continued trailing her tongue along Meredith’s stomach as she moved lower. Her palms glided slowly down her waist, slipping under the fabric to touch bare skin—still so soft and smooth, just like always.

“You’re freezing,” Addison whispered tenderly, pressing another kiss to the naked skin of her abdomen.

“It’s autumn…” Meredith pointed out with a crooked smile, her voice a breathless mix of laughter and sighs.

Addison glanced up for just a second, amused, then returned to kissing her stomach with reverence, taking her time as if every inch of Meredith’s body was sacred.

“I love it when you laugh like that,” she murmured against her skin.

“Only when I laugh?”

“No. When you moan, too—it drives me crazy. Or when you spit wine into my mouth.”

Meredith burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained.

“You never change.”

Addison just gave her a small smile and went back to licking her stomach. Meredith gasped and tangled her fingers deeper in that red hair. Addison’s hands slid much lower, reaching the shorts that looked ridiculously good on her.

She shifted up until they were face to face again. Their fingers laced together, resting on the black sheets.

“I love you so much…” Addison said quietly.

“I love you more,” Meredith whispered. “You should kiss me…”

“You’re absolutely right.”

1:00 A.M.

The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body… Meredith could still feel it all. Then she blinked, and it was gone. Now she was sitting in some random bar, surrounded by smoke, strange laughter, and music that pounded too loud. Still, every note pulled her back to that autumn day with Addison, as if nothing had changed. Every sip burned her throat and reminded her of Addison’s taste, their fingers intertwined. She tried looking around, searching for anything to fill the void Addison had left, but nothing worked.