The two dirty ex mistresses

When she woke up she was surrounded with complete darkness. Her left hand groped its way towards the lamp that was supposed to be on her nightstand but instead of feeling the switch or the lampshade her hand's way was blocked by something hairy and soft. She withdrew her hand quickly but after a few seconds of hesitation she carefully reached over to her left again and touched the ... thing that had apparently replaced her nightstand. Yes, it was definitely hair. Soft, disheveled and kind of curly short hair. She didn't need to go through her mental list of female friends to know that this wasn't Izzie or Cristina. She bit her lip worriedly and slid her hand a little bit further down. As intended her hand came into contact with the stranger's face and although she had known it since the moment she felt the stranger's hair, she gasped quietly and her hand shot back as if it had been burnt. This was not Derek. His hair was longer and his face was in an awfully lot of ways different from the one next to her. This. Was. Not. Derek. She bit her lip again. Who was it then?

This time she hesitated a while longer before touching the unfamiliar face again. A little beard just above and below his mouth. Her hand moved upwards. A straight nose, very not Derek. Upwards.

''Ouch!'' She pulled her hand away in surprise. She felt him sit up next to her.

''You just poked me in the eye! How did I deserve that?''

She groaned and let herself fall back onto the bed. She knew that voice. What she didn't know was why the hell he was doing in bed with her. She groaned again. Scratch that, she did know what he was doing in bed with her. She felt his weight lift off the bed and barely a few seconds later the room was filled with light. She blinked at the sudden light but then her eyes widened. This wasn't her room also. This was a freakin' hotelroom! He sat down on the bed again and gave her his best grin. She stared at him for a moment and then grabbed a pillow next to her and threw it at him. He dodged it easily but looked at her with feigned hurt.

''Well, ... I think the night was great, too.'' She glared at him and sighed heavily.

''What am I doing here, Dr. Sloan?'', she asked him, receiving a hearty laugh from him.

''A few hours ago it was Mark, you know. And I think you know pretty well what you're doing in my bed in my hotelroom, Meredith.'' Meredith grimaced and slowly lifted the heavy covers upon her body. She gasped when she saw herself naked and let the covers drop back onto her form.

''Oh come on, don't act like it's a surprise to you! We have chemistry, it was meant to happen someday ... or some night.'' She gave Mark her best dirty look and threw her legs over the edge of the bed, her body wrapped in the thick covers.

''So, Mark, mind if I use your shower?'', she asked, stressing his name.

''Mind if I join you?'', he asked back and wiggled his eyebrows seductively. Meredith ignored his question and slammed the bathroomdoor shut behind her.

Mark grinned and leant his head against the back of the bed.

''What a woman, what a woman ...''

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