A/N- They Were Friends Until They Weren't, take two.
I'll admit, I wasn't exactly thrilled about how this story was written, it was too short, and each scene was a couple lines of dialouge, without any actual thought or feelings (Which, As most of you probably know, I LOVE). So, Here we go again. Now, this story is titled Can't Fight This Feeling mostly, as you'll find out through the story, a certain *hot* male can't fight his feelings for a certain, um… rather young intern. Now, I can't promise updates every few days, sometimes they might not even come for weeks. Sorry! But, here is the second first chapter:)
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They were friends until they weren't. They were friends until Derek broke him. He had to plant that idea in Mark's head. "Make sure Little Sloan doesn't enter Little Grey." Now all Mark could think about was Little Sloan entering Little Grey. Not the cleft palate baby. The cleft palate baby's eyes that were the exact same color of Lexie's. Not the old lady he was suturing, the old lady's sweater that was the same color of Lexie's lips. Not the blood that was pouring out of his patient. The blood that would rush to Lexie's cheeks when his hand would brush hers. He hadn't felt this way before. Not even with Addison. Mark Sloan actually had a crush on an intern. He hated Interns. He hated all interns. Apparently, all interns except Lexie Grey. But she was forbidden fruit. He could not touch Little Grey.
"Doctor Sloan," said Lexie rushing into the on call room. He was shirtless. Oh god he looked good. His abs were so chiseled, they could cut ice. Lexie! Stop thinking about his abs.
"What Grey?!" snapped Mark.
"Incoming Trauma, five minutes out." Said Lexie, out of breath and lingering in the doorway.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. A soft pink blush rose up through her scrub top, causing him to harden under the blankets. It wasn't the first time she done that to him. He found that with her, the simplest things would drive him insane. If she brushed by him, his nerves would catch fire, when she'd present a case, he'd be so aroused that he'd spend hours wracking his brain to figure out if he'd ever found science so sexy and if she blushed, that damn blush would do to him what it was doing to him now.
"Oh… uh, sorry, Doctor Sloan."
"Don't apologize, Grey."
"Yeah, sorry. No, not sorry." she fumbled, a few strands of hair coming loose from the messy bun that rested at the crown of her head. He stood up, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tucked the hair behind her ear, fingers lingering at her neck for a moment too long.
"Oh, uh, T-Thanks." she said, raising her head. Their eyes met, causing her to look down.
"Hey, look at me." he said softly, and she shyly looked up through her eyelashes. "You have beautiful eyes. But people need to see them."
"Thank you, Doctor Sloan." she said, actually initiating eye contact.
"It was my pleasure, Grey." he said, bending down to retrieve his scrub top. And when he looked back up, she was gone. He leaned against the wall, sighing. He'd always thought of Addison as the one that got away. But maybe, just maybe, he was wrong. Maybe it had been Lexie Grey, and her stuttering, and her hair that she couldn't keep up, and the way she treated people. Like she knew them, like she cared. She acted as if she cared about him, which was more than he could say then everyone else in his sorry excuse for a life. Maybe he'd missed his chance with her. Maybe if he'd made a move sooner, actually started a relationship with her, like he wanted to now, they could've been together. Had a house, maybe kids, later on, if that was what she wanted. What the hell he thought, slamming his head into the wall. Kids? A house? She was a intern. A gorgeous intern with big, brown, doe eyes that made his heart stop beating. A smart intern with a photographic memory that would be very useful when they were in bed, and she was helping him with figuring out what the best surgical approach was. Dammit! He ran his fingers through his graying hair, wishing he could go back in time. What if he'd met her sooner? What if he'd proved Derek wrong? What if he'd kissed her just then. What if... What if?
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"Doctor Sloan?" asked Lexie softly, pulling him from his thoughts. Would you tie my gown?" She said, looking into his fought the smile that threatened his mouth.
"Sure, Grey. Turn around." he said, demonstrating with his finger. She chuckled softly, and he felt something tug his heart. He grabbed the laces of the gown, tying them so slowly you would think he was trying to attract attention. His long fingers slid across the smooth, white skin of her neck, and it was overcome with goosebumps, which soon spread all over her body. What the hell was this? he thought, finishing the knot quickly. wait… Was he turning her on right now? The muscles in her neck clenched when he drew his fingers back. He was. He was totally turning this little innocent intern on. She turned around, lip in between her teeth, bringing back the hardness that had just disappeared. Her big, brown eyes met his, dazed and confused. Because she had no idea that the big, bad, attending had just fallen in love with her. No idea that it was her fault that he wasn't the same. Her fault that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. The confusion vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
"Thank you Doctor Sloan" she said shyly, eyes breaking contact.
"No problem Grey." He said coldly, mentally distancing himself from her. What ever confidence he'd given her in the past few minutes, he had just ripped out of her grasp.
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"Hi Doctor Sloan" said Lexie walking up to him at Joe's. "Mind if I sit?" she asked, pulling her sweater around her small frame tightly.
"Pull up a stool Grey." Said Mark downing his drink.
"Did, I, uh, do okay today in surgery?" she asked, sitting down, ordering a rum and diet coke.
"Yes, Grey. You did a fine job."
"Oh"
"I didn't mean it like that, I meant it like," he leaned into her ear, causing her to grip the top of the bar, "Damn, your ass is fine!" he spoke quietly. She blushed immediately at the comment. After fighting the temptation of taking her earlobe into his mouth, just to hear the noise it would elicit, he pulled back. Joe sat her drink in front of her loudly.
"Thanks, Joe." she said softly, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
"Diet, Grey? Really?"
"You aren't supposed to have caffeine after 4:00." she said, matter-of-factly.
"Ah."
"Are you drunk?"
"No. Are you?"
"No."
"Well, you're about to be. Joe, get us two Alabama Slammer's'"
"What?" she asked, incredulously glaring at him
"Vodka, Rum, Gin, Tequila, Blue Curacao, and 7up."
"Oh, I am not drinking that."
"Why? It doesn't have caffeine." he laughed, "I promise."
"Pinky swear?" she asked, eyebrow raised, and he chuckled, holding up his pinky. Hers joined it and she laughed along with him.
"You're really gonna make me do this?"
"Hell yeah!" He laughed, handing her the drink.
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She didn't know how she got out of bed. She couldn't remember what had happened last night, but she was definitely hungover. All she remembered was drinking with him, on an empty stomach. She trudged her way into the bathroom, starting the shower. When Lexie realized she couldn't muster enough strength to stand up for that long, she sat on the floor of the shower, letting the cold water pour over her. God, she thought, he was just so… nice. It wasn't what she'd been expecting. The way he talked to her, the way he treated her, the way he'd paid for all her drinks. The way he held her waist while they played pool. At that point, they were completely intoxicated. That was the last thing she remembered. His, big, rough hands placed softly on her waist, body pressed against hers, guiding her. She could still feel the friction of his hips against hers when they moved.
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