Notes: If you read and reviewed my first Mark/Lexie, I thank you so very much, seriously.
What else can I say other than 5x21 made me so freaking mchappy? So much was said without words. Guh, perfect. What else can I say?
Love,
McB
Morning Kisses (He Could Get Used To This)
Early morning, a new day beginning. A man and a woman sit side by side. He kisses her, soft, tender, familiar. She giggles; he feels so good, tastes so good, fits so well. He pulls back ever so slightly. Her gentle, ungaurded eyes let him know she's in, she's so in. Damn, that giggle is lips miss hers already so he leans back in, not desperate, not like he wants to fuck her senseless. He wouldn't object of course, because she's the best he's ever had, seriously. He means that. But this kiss, oh this soft, tender, familiar, 'good morning, baby' kiss is not desperate but wanting.
He wants her, in every way, as they shed their skin, as their naked bodies entwine, as they lay there, in his bed, or hers.
He prefers the attic, really; he's come to associate the fancy hotel room with lonliness and women who leave without telling him their name. Lexie's different, this is different, they're different.
He wants in her, in every way. As they work together, side by side, equals. As he teaches her, and as she amazes him. (she really is turning into an amazing surgeon herself). He wants her, in every way, as he steals kisses in the kitchen in between bites of toast.
He could get used to this, and oh, how he wants to. He wants her, in every way, as he falls deeper in love with her.
He could get used to this, used to waking up with someone who smiles softly and doesn't move to leave, who won't regret this, who won't become just another knotch. Someone who kisses him in the kitchen in a home, an actual home.
He could get used to this
