❤️: first kiss / realization
“So I was thinking.” Meredith thumps a chart down on her desk next to her hand and Addison can’t help but smile as she turns, even as she drops the pen and
leans into the desk, chin in her hand.
“Hey, you. How’d you evade Bailey?” Addison asks, amused.
“Brought a chart with me, didn’t I?” Meredith laughs, and Addison is momentarily entranced. “Told her I was working on something for you. I don’t know if she believed me, but she didn’t stop me from coming up here, so.” She shrugs noncommittally, and leans a hip against the desk. “Are you busy?”
Addison thinks about the charts in front of her, of the surgery she should be thinking about and the patients she still has to see before leaving for the night. “Not too busy,” she says, settling back into her desk chair and crossing one leg over the other. “What is it? You were thinking?” She prompts gently when Meredith looks at her a moment too long without speaking.
“Yeah. You, me, your house after work, trashy TV and pizza. What do you think?” Her eyes are wide with the question, studying her.
Humming, Addison considers. Pretends to, really, because she already knows what her answer is going to be.
“Come on, Addie,” Meredith pouts, “Milo misses me.”
Addison taps the side of her thigh but can’t seem to shake the smile, or the feeling that rises in her chest when she sees Meredith is smiling back. “Oh, does he?”
“I miss him, too. Much more than his owner.”
“I’m hurt,” Addison says dryly, uncrossing her legs and standing.
Meredith stands too. She should go soon, before the length of her absence is noticed. “So is that a yes?”
“I may have some of your ice cream left over from last time,” Addison says, watching the way Meredith’s nose scrunches up with her smile, and… God, is she in love with this woman.
“Yeah?” Her lips curl into a grin, and Addison fights the urge to shiver at their proximity, to press her eyes shut against the flashes of memory of what exactly that mouth can do to her. She pushes it down.
“It sounds fun,” she says instead. Tilts her head with a grin, “It has been too long since I’ve seen you, hasn’t it.”
“It has.” A smile spreads, slow across Meredith’s face. When it reaches her eyes, Addison all but basks in the glow. “I’ll come find you after work, then. Can’t wait, Addie.”
She’s all but bouncing with energy now; when Meredith squeezes her hand and she leans in close to press a quick kiss to her cheek, the warmth is a shock to Addison’s unsuspecting system. She stands there, frozen, long after Meredith had jumped up and vacated her office.
Addison’s fingers touch the skin where Meredith’s lips just rested and realizes, dimly—
Outside of that one night that Addison refuses to count, that’s the first time Meredith has kissed her.
