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By Celievamp


We should make a pact, Meredith thought to herself as she watched Cristina sleep. No more men. Damn Burke and Damn Derek. And their penises. And their ex-wives. And their lies. And their head-games.

She couldn't get it out of her head that this was somehow her fault. Even though she knew it was ridiculous. Early morning exercise did not cause tubal pregnancies. The damage had already been done, only they didn't know it yet. Still, she shouldn't have insisted they go jogging that morning. Or anything else.

"Oh you're stupid. Oh God. You're stupid, evil, sadist and I wanna kill you," Cristina growled as she stopped jogging to catch her breath.

"Endorphins are good. Endorphins are mood elevators. This is supposed to make us feel better." Meredith was trying so hard to be virtuous.

Cristina groaned. "Oh god. Do you feel better?"

She'd tried alcohol. Oh god, had she tried alcohol. And she'd tried exercise. And still she couldn't get him out of her head. Why did it have to be so damn complicated.

These last few days with Cristina, that hadn't been complicated. She had enjoyed being `her person'. If she was honest with herself she had been drawn to Cristina from the first. It was just her luck to meet two gorgeous intelligent wonderfully complicated people on pretty much the same damn day. "A little," she admitted.

"Slutty mistress," Cristina mock-growled.

"Pregnant whore," Meredith responded in the same tone.

Cristina sighed. "Sleeping with our bosses was a great idea."

They were both lying flat on their backs on the ground by now. Meredith had no idea why she did it. She rolled over onto her front until she was looking down on Cristina. Dark eyes regarded her steadily. Meredith knew she wasn't imagining the challenge in that gaze. She lowered her head, her fair hair curtaining both their faces as their lips touched. Tentative at first, then with more hunger.

"I don't think…" Cristina began.

"Then don't think," Meredith said swiftly. "You feel it, don't you?" Cristina nodded slowly. "Okay, come on then. George and Izzie had early rounds this morning so we'll have the house to ourselves."

"Are you sure about this?" Meredith had never seen Cristina so uncertain. That vulnerability… had a certain beauty to it all of its own.

"Yes. Yes I am," Meredith said. She leant in again, softly touched her lips to Cristina's and then drew back so she could study her dark almond eyes. It had to be better. It certainly couldn't get any worse. She got to her feet and held out her hand to Cristina who took a hold of it and allowed Meredith to pull her to her feet.

"Can we stop jogging now?" Cristina begged.

Meredith smiled.

They walked sedately back down the jogging path towards Meredith's house almost but not quite hand in hand. The house was empty, as Meredith had predicted.

"Is it okay if I grab a shower?" Cristina asked.

"Sure. There are clean towels in the cupboard by the bathroom door," Meredith said. "Help yourself."

"My god, your bathroom's bigger than my whole apartment!" Cristina shouted. Meredith heard the shower start up as she kicked off her running shoes and padded barefoot into the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee. Images of Cristina flowed through her imagination, droplets of water on her caramel skin, the long lean lines that she had glimpsed occasionally in the changing rooms. What was she thinking? Did she really need any more complications in her life?

Meredith left the percolator to do its business and almost crept towards the bathroom. She paused outside the door. What if this was too much, too soon? What if Cristina rejected her?

What if she never dared to find out one way or the other? Who wanted to live the quiet life anyway.

She opened the door and slipped inside the warm steamy bathroom. Cristina peeked round the side of the shower stall. "I was beginning to wonder just how crinkly you expected me to get before you got up the courage to join me."

Meredith smiled. Quickly she shucked off the rest of her clothes and stepped under the warm spray. Cristina drew her close, resting her head on Meredith's shoulder, running her hands gently over the skin of her back and her buttocks. "Feels good," she whispered.

"Mmm," Meredith murmured, content for the moment just to drink in the scent of the woman holding her so tightly. Cristina turned her head slightly to nip and suckle at the nape of her neck and Meredith let her hands begin their own exploration of the other woman's body. She turned them slightly in the stall so that Cristina's back was to the tiled wall. She let her hand slide down Cristina's waist to rest on one slim hip for a moment before dipping between their bodies to touch the triangle of black curls that framed her entrance. Cristina whimpered against her throat, her fingers tightening on Meredith's buttocks digging into her muscle in a way that should have been painful but wasn't. Meredith let her fingers slide gently over the soft slick inner lips of Cristina's sex, gently at first, barely stroking the outer edges then with more force, parting the lips, invading the inner sanctum. Cristina gasped and Meredith felt the other woman's teeth just graze the skin of her throat. Even though she had the solid support of the wall at her back Cristina clung to her as if she would fall forever if Meredith let go of her. Then she seemed to remember who and what she was and she pushed herself against Meredith's fingers and her lips, teeth and tongue set a trail of fire along Meredith's collarbone and the rise of her breasts.

The water was starting to run cold now but neither woman cared. Cristina's fingers were matching hers, thrust for thrust, gasps and half curses torn from them. Cristina came first but only by a moment, both women sinking to the floor of the shower, the cool water playing over their heated bodies. The hiss of the water was the only sound.

Meredith realised that she was cold, the water raising goosebumps on her skin. Beside her, Cristina had started to shiver. "I need…" she said abruptly. Cristina just nodded. They staggered to their feet, careful not to touch each other's bare wet skin in the sudden mutual bout of shyness and uncertainty. Once they made it out of the shower they grabbed for the towels. Izzy had left her towelling robe hanging on the back of the door and Meredith took it and wrapped it around Cristina's slight frame before the other woman could protest. Cristina's caramel skin seemed too pale and she was shivering. This had been a bad idea.

"We should…"

"I don't want…"

They both started and stopped talking at the same moment, glaring at each other, brows narrowed, lips pursed.

"I want…"

"We shouldn't…"

Cristina looked as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Meredith knew exactly how she felt.

This wasn't going to be easy. Why for once, couldn't it be easy?

They dressed in silence, drank coffee in silence and started their shift in silence. And then time collapsed and Cristina collapsed and life… life was the same as it damn well always was. Complicated.

The End

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