A/N- AU. Completely AU. No matter how much I wish it wasn't. I'm so in love with idea it's insane. My heart is beating SO fast. EEEEEEEEP. Please review; tell me if I should continue it.
-M
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He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't look at her, day after day, week after week, month after month. He couldn't bear to see her move on. His heart twinged with guilt. That's what he was putting her through. He was forcing her to see him move on. Well, at least it's what whatever he was doing appeared to be. Moving on. Would he ever really move on? He hated to admit it, or maybe he didn't. One of his top five favorite moments of his entire forty-four years was when Lexie hit Julia with that softball. It used every single ounce of self control in his body to refrain from leaving with her while everyone was too caught up in his girlfriend. Girlfriend. He hated that word. It was never enough for Lexie, and it was too much for Julia. He couldn't think about her anymore. It wasn't healthy. Everyone loved Julia. Well, everyone except for him. He loved Lexie. He'd always loved Lexie. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Callie, I've already told you, I can't… Babysit." He said, laying eyes on her. He had changed her. She wasn't daring. She wasn't daring until she showed up in his hotel room that one night. Kind of like this.
"I'm in love with you." She said pushing past him and standing a few feet past the doorway. "I really, honestly tried not to be. I tried sleeping with Jackson. That didn't work. I tried to focus on my work, that didn't work because; I can't stop thinking about you. You're my drug. You are all I can think about. You walk into a room and all I can focus on is you. And how much I love you. So, pick me." She said, reminding him even more of that night. She removed her gray-blue sweater, revealing a white long sleeved shirt. It was tight. It was so, so tight.
"Lex, what the hell are you doing?" he asked closing the door. But there was no need to ask. He knew what she was doing. And he wasn't going to stop her. As much as he wanted to say he'd changed, he hadn't. He was the same man. She took off her sear sucker-jeans, leaving her standing in her shirt and a pair of grey lace panties.
"Lexie, please, you don't want to do this." He said, running his fingers through his hair. She took off her shirt, now only standing in her under wear. She had taken it a step farther than the last time. She had made it that much harder to resist. Because this time, he knew what he was getting into. He knew if he kissed her, he wouldn't be able to stop. Until they broke each other's hearts again. And again. And again. If he just took that step.
"Pick me" she said, unhooking her matching grey bra. She looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that were cutting so deep inside her soul.
She looked so, so different. So different from the last time he'd seen her like this. She was skinnier. Maybe too skinny. Her hair was darker and was wavy, and was much longer. She seemed taller, as if she'd grown. Maybe she had. Her skin was whiter, her lips redder, and her cheeks pinker. He stood there taking her in. Memorizing her body, as if he'd never see it again.
"I'm so, so sorry" he murmured, stepping forward, placing one hand on the small of her back, the other tangled through her hair.
He kissed her softly, but it began to get heated as she slipped her tongue into his mouth to intertwine with his. She moaned softly into his mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss even more. He felt her heart beat quicken against his chest, and soon he felt her fingers on the buttons of his dress shirt. He heard her grunt with frustration when the buttons were too complicated of a task when she clearly had her mind on something else. Somebody else. She began to tear at the gaps in his shirt and managed to rip it open, and he shrugged it off. She started to work on removing his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. Without their lips parting, he removed his hands from her body and reached down to his belt. As he unbuckled it with one swift motion, her hands darted to his pants and quickly unbuttoned and removed them.
Once free of their clothes, it all happened so quickly. Him grabbing her hips, her wrapping her legs around him and entangling her fingers in his hair, her hitting the wall with such force that knocked a picture right off the wall. He quickly entered her, thrusting quickly and hard, it wasn't about taking in every inch of her body anymore. No, it was about paralyzing each other with sex. No time for talking, no time for thinking. Even though it was what they both wanted, even though all that Lexie wanted was for him to torture her with excruciating slow thrusts and earth shattering touches. But that would be more than what was acceptable.
As he went harder and faster, she dug her nails into his back muscles, scraping them down as she started to feel her orgasm. He pushed them harder against the wall, resulting in another picture smashing against the ground. She moaned loudly, and his teeth dug into the soft skin above her collar bone, and she let out a scream of both pleasure and pain. She began to shout his name, over and over again, and he pulled her ass closer, and tightly held onto her waist as he felt her walls clench around him.
He lowered them onto the floor, both naked and sweaty, the cold hard wood feeling good against their backs. Before she drifted into a sleep, she glanced to her side, seeing the cracked picture frame. It took all the energy she had left, but she reached out and grabbed it. The picture was of Mark and Julia at a park. The long cracks in the glass all lead to a center point, of which the picture was completely cracked. The last thing she saw before falling into a deep sleep was Julia's face, cracked and broken. Lexie saw it as a good omen, showing that it would all be okay.
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She woke up under his perfect body, him sucking and biting her neck and chest. The sensations of pain and pure passion made her body throb. His teeth nipped at her jaw line, slowly moving down to the crevice in between her head and neck. His teeth scraped against her smooth skin, eliciting a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. She dug her nails deep into his back muscles, and he bit her lower lip. He slid his hands under her back securely and lifted her up in one swift motion. He cleared off the coffee table, breaking a glass bowl and scattering a stack of paper in the process. He threw her onto the table, and climbed on top of her.
"I love you so much, Lex" he whispered almost inaudible, before thrusting into her. She began to scream and moan. As she writhed under his body, he sucked on her neck, moving from either side, and up and down her throat. She ran her hands across the creases of her abs, slowly wrapping them around his neck. As they both began to lose it at the same time, -a chorus of grunts and moans and screams being able to be heard a mile away- the old coffee table collapsed under the weight of the two of them. She began to laugh, and he joined in.
"Now," he chuckled, "That just won't do" he swiped her up with one hand, like a toddler on his hip. "But a bigger table, well, that's a brilliant idea."
He set her ass on the edge of the kitchen table, and she leaned back, brushing various dishes, a newspaper and a stack of mail onto the kitchen floor. He leaned down and captured his lips with hers. She turned them over, shifting her weight. She ran her hands over all of his muscles, kissing a select few. She ran her tongue up his neck to his ear. She traced it with the tip of her tongue, and then bit his earlobe, eliciting a deep grunt from him.
"You don't really think you're gonna get away with that Little Grey?" he asked, flipping them back over. "You know I like to be on top." He said, pulling forward to the edge of the table. He placed his tongue at her belly button, and licked up her body. She softly moaned and he placed his hands on the insides of her upper arms and pressed them against the table. He pressed his lips to her ears, and at the contact she loudly moaned. That was her kryptonite.
"Tell me how much you want me, Little Grey. Say it. Say how much you want me in you. Tell me."
"Please." She moaned, her back arching as his thumb ran circles over her clit.
"Say it, Lex." He encouraged, dipping a finger into her core. She screamed loudly with lust, and he slid another into her, the desire excruciating.
"Tell me Alexandra Grey. Tell me." He slowly breathed against the inside of her ear.
"MARK!" she screamed, her pelvis thrusting against his hands.
"You need to say it" he teased, grabbing her hips. He slowly bent down, taking his fingers out of her extremely slow. Her muscles began to clench as he slid his tongue into her opening, screaming in pleasure, lust, pain, torture and passion. Her screams became louder and louder.
"I. I-I WANT YOU. I WANT YOU SO BAD, I NEED YOU. I NEED YOU MARK SLOAN, AND I NEED YOU NOW!" she screamed as he slid into her, right before she let go.
"Now, Lex," he whispered, her arousal heightening with every word. "Was that really so hard?" her chuckled, biting her ear. She moaned loudly, still shaking from her orgasm. He picked her up gently, lying her in his large king size bed. He climbed in and pulled her close to him.
"I love you so much, Lexie" he said softly.
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He woke up feeling like hell. Mark Sloan never got sore, but she had that effect on him. He would do anything for her. So where the hell was she? He turned on the light and saw a note the place where she should be.
I took one of your shirts. I didn't want mine I couldn't find mine it hurt too much. The blue and white one. And I'm REALLY sorry about the mess.
Pick me
-L
What mess? He stood up, walking into the kitchen. Oh. That mess. The broken coffee table, the nail marks on the kitchen table, the shattered glass, the stains on the carpet, the paper that was scattered across the floor. She had left everything behind. Her mess, her clothes, him. The 'pick me' on the note in her perfect handwriting was etched into his brain.
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A/N- Please Review. Is it worth updating?
-M