A/N: Okay, you win. The Make-up sex.
Also, no update tomorrow. Look for one on Christmas Eve. Later All!
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Mark could feel Lexie grin against his neck, and he allowed himself a smile of his own. When had this happened? When had he gotten to the point where her happiness superseded his own? Telling Lexie that he loved her tonight had been a release of the purest kind, but hearing that she loved him? That had nearly destroyed any semblance of self-control that he had. He loved this woman in the purest and deepest way possible. She had found her way into not only his life and his heart, but his soul as well. Mark had never been one for romantic sentiment, but he quickly realized that that was the only way he could express the complex emotions that Lexie stirred in him. He knew that only now was not good enough. He wanted her with him for always.
For once, forever sounded like a promise instead of a curse.
He wanted to be good at this. He didn't want to mess it up. He wanted Lexie to always be as happy as she was at this moment. If only there was a way to insure that.
Mark soon became aware that Lexie was crying into his shirt. "Hey," he said, cupping her face, "What's wrong?"
Lexie shook her head, smiling. "Nothing at all. It's just…you love me."
Mark smiled quizzically. "Yes, I do."
"No one… no one has ever said that to me before when I wanted to hear it. Never someone that I loved back. And never someone that I loved back so desperately."
"No one has ever said it to me before at all," Mark confessed, wiping the tears on her face with the pads of his fingers. "This is a first for me, Lex."
"Oh, Mark," She said, grabbing his head and kissing him.
"Not here, Lex," Mark mumbled. "The things I want to do to you are not meant for a hospital."
"Please, Mark," Lexie said, taking on her jacket and pulling off her scrub top. "I can't wait." Her pants and underwear soon followed.
Mark backed her to the table, and lifted her so she was sitting on it. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and when he pressed against her, he swore, "God, you're soaking."
"I want you," she said, with shyness in her eyes.
Mark realized then that one of the million things he loved about Lexie was the fact that she hadn't lost any of that wide-eyed innocence. She still had it all; in fact, a little might have rubbed off on him. He was now able to believe in happily-ever-afters for the first time.
They quickly began to move against each other, and Lexie started moaning against his neck, whispering, "Closer, closer." Mark tried to make it last, but this was destined to be a quick and desperate thing. And when they finally came in a fast explosion, neither of them remembered ever being so connected before.
Mark eased Lexie down on the table, and quirked his lips.
"What?" She asked, seeing his expression.
"I have a meeting in here tomorrow," Mark said with a laugh. "Somehow I doubt I will be able to focus."
Lexie grinned. "Sorry."
"No, you're not," he said, kissing her cheek.
"No, I am really not," Lexie murmured.
"Let's go home," Mark whispered against her hair. "Are you done for the night?"
Lexie checked her watch. "Ten more minutes. I think the chief can forgive me if I leave early. Come on, Mark." Her eyes got dark as she looked at him. "Take me home."
Mark and Lexie swiftly left the conference room, observed by only two nurses who shook their heads at Dr. Sloan yelling at that nice and sweet Dr. Grey.
On the way home, Lexie and Mark said little. The rain was pouring outside their car, but neither of them noticed. The desire which had been temporarily sated in the conference room was hot and heavy between them, but they were also both thinking about the significance of what had just transpired. They had said they loved each other, and that changed everything.
When they got back to the apartment, Lexie and Mark dropped their coats and boots in the front hall, and walked slowly to the bedroom. Once there, Mark took her hand and led her over to the bed. Lexie trembled when she saw the look on Mark's face. This was beyond need, beyond reason. This was love. Lexie knew somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind that this night had started out about passion, but she couldn't remember when it had turned into more than that. She stood still and closed her eyes, as Mark slowly dragged his fingers down the opening of her shirt. Gently, he undid all the catches, button by button, with only his forefinger and middle finger. He didn't kiss her, but his hot breath blew warmly against her forehead. He placed the flat of his hand across her chest, above her breasts. His other hand joined it, and then he pushed the remaining fabric off of her arms.
He said nothing, but each action was more tender and loving than the last. He wrapped his right arm around her ribcage and undid her bra, pulling it off her gently. Instead of immediately touching her, Mark kissed the tops of her shoulders where the bra had left indentations. Lexie slid her hands into his hair, and pulled his mouth to hers. His lips slid across hers in a drugging dance, and it was only when she felt as though he had traced every curve of her lips that his tongue entered her mouth. Pressing his tongue up against her own, Lexie felt as though all her nerve endings were exploding at once. This was compounded by Mark's hand which had made the journey to her breast. As he kissed her, his thumb was circling her nipple with gentle and tender flicks.
"Mark," Lexie cried against his mouth. "I want to feel you too."
He stopped his torment, and Lexie used the opportunity to gently drag the hem of his t-shirt up over his head. As she did, her hands spread across his chest running trough the springy hairs she encountered. And when she began to touch him the way he had her, Mark pulled her flush against him kissing her again.
His hands moved down to the button of her jeans as she kissed him, and soon she was shimming out of them, clad only in her lace underwear. He then lifted her in his arms, settling their bodies at just the right angle so that when she wrapped her legs around his hips, she felt his hardness against her.
"Lexie," he murmured against her lips. "How do you do this to me?" His voice was filled with as much wonder as he had that first night they were together. And as he settled her on the bed, Lexie realized she felt the same way. This was just as fresh for her as it was for him. They must have been together fifty times at least by now, and yet every touch seemed to be one of exploration, every kiss seemed to be meant to learn, and every moment felt better than the previous. Lexie wondered if it would always be like this. If they had the power to be forever young in these moments together.
Lexie popped open the buttons on his pants, and helped him rid himself of them. Mark tossed them behind him, and settled back on top of Lexie. Their underwear was the only barrier now, and Lexie soon discovered that two scraps of fabric did nothing to deter Mark.
His lips found hers again, as he then kissed his way down her body and settled at her right breast where he teased and tormented the hard bud with eager flicks of his tongue. Mark repeated the torment on her other breast, while his hand slipped down under the lace of her panties. His fingers found her hot and ready flesh, and he began to stroke her with lazy touches of his fingers. Lexie began to toss her head as he touched her, unable to reach that peak without him inside her. As she felt herself fill with desire, Lexie reached into his boxers and cupped his hard length. She stroked it slowly, only stopping when she heard his answering groan.
"Please, Mark, I need you," She said, her eyes dark with desire.
Mark pulled his boxers off, and her panties followed. He then settled against her hot flesh and touched her very center as he began to move forward. With a gentle thrust, he was taken in up to the hilt, and he groaned as he felt her tight heat close around him. Mark looked down and cupped her face in his hands, as he began to move against her. There was no technique, no practiced moves. All that flew out the door when he was with Lexie. Mark could hardly understand it, but when he was with her, he couldn't think at all. There was no way he could remember all the moves he had used over the years. They were simply not necessary with Lexie. With other women it was an itch, with Lexie it was a need. And when they came together, their bodies reacted in the most elemental way possible.
Lexie was panting now, and Mark felt his hard won control slipping away. He thrust into her again and again, trying to angle just the way that she liked. And when she came, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she let out the sexiest scream he had ever heard. He soon followed her with a moan and a shudder, as he let the waves take him.
Mark collapsed on top of her, and stayed like that for a long time. He moved to his side later, pulling her with him as he did. Mark stroked her back as he stared at the ceiling of their home, and he wondered how this wonderful chance had been given to someone like him. When he felt the chill in the air, he began to move to pull the blankets over them.
"No, don't," Lexie murmured, when she felt Mark shift.
"Relax, Little Grey," he said as he kissed her forehead, "I am just covering us up." He reached down and pulled up the comforter which had pooled around their feet. As soon as it was wrapped around them, Mark pulled Lexie back into his arms.
"I like it when you hold me like this," Lexie whispered.
Mark smiled against her hair. She was sprawled in his arms, one leg over his hips and her upper body tucked up against his side, half on him and half off. "You just like using me as your pillow."
"True," Lexie said. "But there is something about you which feels safe, Mark. It makes it nice to lie in your arms."
"And here I thought I was so intimidating," he said. Their voices were hushed, as if in deference to the rain pouring outside their window and onto the balcony.
"You were; when I first met you, oh, you were." Lexie's words were laced with humor as her head lay on his chest. "You were big bad attending Mark Sloan who ate little interns like me for breakfast."
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Was I really that bad?"
"Was? Babe, I hate to break it to you, but with the exception of me you are still scary." Lexie smiled against his skin. "But then I realized there was more."
"When?" Mark asked. "With Mrs. Patterson?"
"No," Lexie said. "I realized long before that." She shifted and moved her head so that she could look at him. "Remember that case we had when the three husbands and three wives were in separate accidents? We were treating the man who damaged his vocal cords, and he had cheated on his wife."
"I remember," Mark said.
"Well, that was when you first started joking with me, and you didn't get mad when I told you to shut up."
Mark was laughing really hard then, "Is that why?"
"No," She said, shaking her head. "You were trying to get me to tell George how I felt."
"I remember that," Mark growled.
Lexie smiled at his thunderous expression. "Well, when I asked you about what if he didn't like me back, do you remember what you said?"
Mark shook his head, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness. He could remember how impressed he had been with Lexie back then, the way she had with her patients and her knowledge of obscure medical facts and trivia he had discovered right after. But he also remembered the way she had seemed to be annoyed to be in his presence in the beginning, but that had changed…what had he said to her? "What did I say? Tell me," Mark requested.
"You said, 'Then he's an idiot'," Lexie confessed, her eyes shinning. "I knew then that there was more to you. Even if you were just saying that to spare my feelings, which I suspected, I was glad you were willing to do that for me. It doesn't matter why you said it, cause I am Meredith's sister, or whatever, you still said it and I knew then that there was more to you."
Mark cupped Lexie's face in his hands. "I didn't say it because I was trying to be nice to Derek's future sister-in-law; I said it because I meant every word." Mark smiled at her tenderly, "Lexie, I don't think you know just how glad I am that O'Malley was an idiot. How grateful I am to his blindness when I wake-up in the morning and find you lying next to me. He was an idiot Lexie, and the thought that he might have seen you, really seen you, and caused me to miss my chance makes me want to break out in a cold sweat. I don't know what I would do without you, Little Grey. I am just glad I never had to find out."
"Oh, Mark," Lexie said, her eyes filling with tears. "That was so sw—"
"Don't say sweet," Mark said, cutting her off. "I am not sweet at all."
Lexie laughed, her throat thick with emotion. "You are to me, Mark Sloan. You are to me." She then leaned up and kissed him. In no time, Mark had her pinned beneath his body as he assaulted her mouth with endless kisses which made her toes curl.
When he pulled her mouth from hers, with her still pinned under him, Mark said, "Do you know when I started seeing you differently?"
Lexie shook her head.
"When you started reciting that damned periodic table. I had never gotten hot for science before," Mark said sheepishly.
Lexie began laughing hysterically. "You are kidding me!"
Mark shook his head. "I didn't put it all together until much later, but that was when it started for me. I always thought you were beautiful and intelligent, but until that moment I didn't know just how much that appealed to me."
Lexie grinned wickedly at him. "You know, that was really only the tip of the iceberg. You wouldn't believe the things that I have learned to recite."
Mark smiled at her. "Then perhaps it is time you gave me a lesson, Dr. Grey."
"By all means, Dr. Sloan," Lexie said as she began to whisper in his ear.
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