A/N I wrote this a while ago just as general one-shot for any ship, but decided it really fits with Slexie, so here it is. Set sometime before Mark tells Lexie that Callie's pregnant.
Everything They Were.
Eyes so dark a blue they appeared almost black shined up at him from under her reddish-brown curls. Stretched out across his lap, she absently trailed her slender fingers up and down his arm. She was by no means dressed up as she lay there clad in dark denim jeans and a black jacket, though she was so utterly stunning that she took his breath away anyway.
Once- a time that seemed so long ago he could hardly remember it- he had asked why she always wore black. Solemnly, she'd replied that it was a manifestation of her inner self. But he'd never agreed with that statement. To him, her personality was like a supernova of light, a rainbow bursting into millions of brilliantly coloured shards; so vibrant and so beautiful that she drew all focus and awe from anything and everything else for miles without even realising as she did so.
Scrunching her lightly freckled nose as she laughed at something on the TV, she flashed him a fleetingly wondrous smile, an expression of sure purity and rarity he swore that if he looked away it would be gone before he ever got the chance to look back. She was like a shooting star that way; the kind of beauty that only ever came around once and if you lost it- truly, completely lost it- you'd never be able to find it again. Not for the first time and not for the last, he found himself wondering how the hell he had gotten so lucky to meet a girl like her. It wasn't a regular occurrence for even the most saintly of men, he was certain.
The late afternoon sun crept its way through the open window and flooded the dark room, shrouding everything in light. Flecks of gold danced across her toenails, illuminating the pale pink polish. Her porcelain-like face lit up in amazement and she wiggled her toes, seemingly transfixed by the rays of light the movement threw around the room. Laughing that same childish laugh, he- as usual- couldn't help but laugh along with her. Just her very being was addictive and her every emotion so infectious it was almost always reflected in him and everyone else around her.
"I love you," he murmured into her hair. Although it was by no means the first time he'd told her this, her eyebrows still lifted a little in a way that suggested she had no idea why. Honestly, he felt it was the other way around; how could someone so pure and so good and so very real ever be bothered with someone like him? He'd never say this out loud, though, because while he thought the world of her, he knew that for some unfathomable reason she thought the stars and the moon of him.
And because he so cherished this fact he knew that- someday, somehow- he'd have to let her go. While the two of them were so great together, it would never be completely right. Whether it's bad timing or just who they happen to be, something would always be standing between the two of them. But he had always been just a little too selfish for his own good, so he couldn't say goodbye just yet. He wouldn't. Even though he needed to turn his back, he needed something else, too. He needed to drown himself in every moment with her, to hold her as close as he possibly could, to breathe in everything that she was and keep it locked away inside of him forever- the memories always just past the surface of his mind so as to not forget them. In short, he needed her.
So when Lexie replied that she loved him too, Mark held his tongue, basking in the glory of everything she is and everything they were.
A/N Short, I know, but whatever.
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