Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and its characters belong to Shonda. If it were mine, there'd be more sexing and no medicine.
A/N: This is what happens when lizadizzle and I start talking about all the different pairings on our shows that would be totally hot but would never happen, and I can't get the ideas out of my head. This was written in about ten minutes, so blame her for any early morning/non beta'd mistakes.
Why did things like this always seem to happen to her?
Apparently, Lexie was just an innocent bystander in Callie's crazy world. Because, there's no way she could've seen this coming.
One minute she'd been talking with Dr. Torres over a set of patient's x-rays, actually teaching her in a way that Cristina would have never taken the time to do, and the next she was being pushed against the wall and kissed with such vigor that she almost forgotten to breath.
At first she'd been shocked. Since when was Callie into women? Not that it really mattered or anything, she just usually she noticed things like that. Had she missed something?
But then she felt soft lips gliding along hers, coaxing her into deepening the kiss, and whens and hows and whys didn't seem to matter all that much anymore.
Palms cupped her jaw, tongue teasing hers just enough to make her whimper and arch into the other woman's touch. Strong hips had rolled subtly against her own, one hand trailing down her neck and over her chest. Her body buzzing in anticipation when fingers just barely brushed across her breast...
And then suddenly, she was gone.
Confused and disoriented, she just barely managed to open her eyes before Callie started apologizing.
"Oh, God!" she whispered in a panic, pacing back and forth, "I don't know why I did that!"
"Well, I didn't-" Lexie shifted uncomfortably, "I mean, it wasn't... These things happen, right? It's okay."
Callie stopped abruptly, looking at her as if she'd grown a second head. "What do you mean, 'It's okay?' I practically mauled you! There you were, learning about tibia fractures and methods of casting like you should be, looking all-" the older doctor gestured toward her, grunting in a way that only suggested a long list of naughty thoughts had been running through her head, "and then I couldn't think, and there was kissing, and almost groping...
"This can't happen again. You know that, right?"
She wasn't sure if Callie was just trying to convince herself, or if it was a warning, but she nodded dumbly and agreed anyways. "W-whatever you say, Dr. Torres."
Apparently satisfied with her answer, she turned and swept out of the room, mumbling 'No hot interns!' under her breath as she went. Leaving a trail of uncertainty and questions in her wake.
All Lexie could do was bring a hand to her mouth, eyes wide, brow furrowed.
Why did things like this always seem to happen to her?
"Seriously ?"
End.