Standing in front of the surgery board, Mark Sloan was lost in his thoughts. All were about a certain Forbidden Fruit he's slept with last night.

He was feeling dirty, yeah, and Derek was going to kill him, slowly, and painfully. But the reason of his unease feeling was elsewhere : Lexie Grey, this devilish brunette, has played with him the whole day. Double meaning words, invasion of his space, her deviousness had no limit.

"Dr Sloan?"

A voice. Her voice. He knew before looking at her that the person who called him was Lexie. God, she will never leave him in peace. She was here to torment him once more, wasn't she?

"Dr Torres is waiting for you in the operating room number two. And I'm not wearing any underwear at the moment."

It took him a few seconds to understand her last sentence. When he did, he turned towards his 'sexed-up stalker' and stared at her.

"What?"

"Just saying..."

He didn't know what was the most disturbing : the things she said, or her surprising self-confidence.

"You know, in case it would... interest you," she added with a nearly shy smile. He sighed. She was everything but shy or innocent.

"Not interested. Go away, Little Grey," he growled, but then realised that his voice was not angry at all, it sounded even a bit horny. He wanted to be disagreeable with her, but he couldn't, and she knew it. With a kinky smile, she turned away from him. She had what she wanted. Yes, he was definitely troubled by her presence, and she loved that.

Following her with his eyes, he couldn't help but realise that she was telling the truth. Under her blue hospital cloth, the Devil wears nada...

THE END.


Hi!

I hope you liked this drabble, this is the first one I write about Grey's characters. As you have probably noticed it, English is not my mother tongue. I hope I didn't make too much mistakes... But if you see one (or ten), tell me and I'll correct it as soon as possible :)

Thanks for reading!