Forever and a Day
Warnings: Established Mer/Mark with some hinting at sex
Disclaimer: If I did own Grey's Anatomy, Mark would be with BIG Grey and not her little sister.
Summary: She picked him, chose him, loves him, but what happens after forever? A Mer/Mark medical story [Sequel to Pick, Choose, Love]
Notes: I suck. I know. Hate me, but hate college more (and subsequently, my mother). Also, about Mer, everyone is all 'She's Preggers!', but she's not. Just to ruin your fun. Expect updates bi monthly. I hate college, with a loathing passion of a million flames. Also, writing style changed. Sorry kiddos.
Her First Mistake
Three Months Previous
Meredith Grey awoke to the feeling of fingers reverently touching her skin. The movement was smooth and feather light as it ran up and down her spinal cord, making her shiver. Smiling into her pillow, Meredith relaxed and allowed the feeling to continue, secure in the knowledge of who it was. Because no one touched her like he did.
The fingers went up and down, tracing the contours of her body. Words were traced into her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake; words of love, futures they could have, and an eternity he had etched in his mind. Meredith Grey lay in her bed, wearing nothing, and felt the words being traced into her skin, believing, for maybe the first time in her life, in forever. In her happily ever after. Their happy ending.
Lips replaced the fingers, sucking, nibbling and worshiping her skin. No longer could she play sleeping, allowing a moan to escape her throat and echoing in the silence of the room. The feeling left her skin, and she felt at loss of the intimacy before rolling over. Sleepily, she smiled at him, his cheeky grin making her own lips stretch as well.
"Morning," she whispered, taking in the sight of her boyfriend.
He never looked anything but immaculate. His hair was handsomely peppered with grey, with a lean body that was solid muscle and handsome as he shifted to be directly over her comfortably. He was her perfect counterpart, her dark and twisty opposite who made her light, her forever.
He was Mark Sloan.
"Good morning, you mean," he beamed roguishly, leaning down to kiss her.
She knew she looked like crap, hair everywhere, half awake and with morning breath to boot, but he made her feel beautiful, and if he could take her morning breath, than she was more than willing to kidd him. She pulled up; kissing him with everything she had, reminding him that she loved him with every ounce of emotion in her body. That she was his and he was hers.
He forcibly reminded her that his feelings were right where hers were. He pushed back on the bed, comfortably laying some of his weight on her. Their tongues danced the ancient dance, and bodies melted together before they separate for air.
"Good morning indeed," Meredith muttered, tracing Mark's cheekbone.
He leaned down for another kiss before his pager went off. Grapping the device as he pulled back, Mark glanced at the number before cursing. "I have to run," he sighed, placing one more kiss on her lips, lingering as long as he could.
She nodded, knowing that their lives were complicated and time limited because they were doctors, and people depended on their response time. She couldn't help but feel his loss intimately when she watched him leave.
But she was Meredith Grey. She had dealt with her busy mother, an absentee father, and Derek Shepherd.
Pulling herself from her bed, and her sheets that smelt like Mark, she walked into the bathroom, as naked as the day she was born. She stumbled over a pair of scrubs on the floor, falling into the sink area. She cursed before standing up, and Meredith caught sight of her herself in the mirror.
A vivid bruise was already forming on her shoulder, darkly contrasting her pale skin. Running her fingers over the discoloration, she winced at the throb of pain it gave. It was ugly, but she needed to shower. "Well, that's ugly," she said, or at least, she tried to.
Her voice broke in the middle of her sentence, turning breathy, different from her usually strong tone. It was different from when she had simply been speaking moments beforehand. Placing a hand on her throat, Meredith opened her mouth and stated, "Hello."
The tone and voice range was back to normal, and Meredith smiled at herself in the mirror. It was all normal; just sleep wearing on her in different ways. It was always like that, even though she had had a sore throat on and off for the past few months. It must be some lingering infection in her system from some variation of a cold.
Rolling her eyes, she walked to the shower, letting the steam from the water settle her throat, soothing the irritation instantly. Her mind flew away from the here and now, thinking about her upcoming surgeries and her days ahead. She ignored her throat, and all the insinuations that could come from it.
That was her first mistake.