Happy 4th of July guys! So, since I now know you lovely people read these authors notes, I have a favor to ask. I remember reading a story a while back where Mark and Lexie are in the hospital after the plane crash and Mark sent Jackson(?) off to get an engagement ring, eventually involving Callie and possibly Meredith (or was in Alex?). If anyone knows which story I'm talking about, can you please direct me to it? I can't seem to remember what it was called. Happy reading!

"Hell yes!" Mark cried as the river came in. That was his fourth Texas Hold 'Em win in a row, and he was now up over twenty thousand dollars. "God bless Caesar's Palace." He laughed.

"Hey, how's my big roller doing?" Lexie smiled as she came up to him, a half drunk cocktail in her hand.

"Well it turns out surgery and women aren't the only things Doctor Sloan is exceptionally lucky at." Mark winked as he sorted his growing pile of chips. "You having fun?"

"I did alright." Lexie smiled. "I always did have a way with the slot machines. You good here?"

"You kidding? I'm fantastic!" Mark told her as he went in for another hand.

Lexie smiled and rolled her eyes. As she looked around the room, a thought struck her. "Hey babe, I'm feeling tired so I think I'm gonna head on up. Try not to bet the Porsche." She kissed him and made her way towards the elevator with an idea in her head and a twinkle in her eye.

It was almost an hour later when Mark got off the elevator on their floor with a shopping bag in his hand. He'd cashed in a little over 21,000 in chips and had been making his way through the lobby when his eye had been caught by a three strand diamond necklace in the window of Tiffany's.

Now his winning were gone, but in their place was that necklace which he thought would look amazing around his wife's neck.

He tried to enter the suite as quietly as possible and set the bag with the necklace in it down behind a chair so he could surprise her with it later. Lexie was likely sleeping, so it would be advantageous not to wake her. Maybe if he was lucky she would still be slightly awake so he could hold onto her as she fell asleep pressed against him. That sounded like a pretty good plan to him.

That is, that was the plan until he made his way into the bedroom.

Mark gulped at the sight in front of him.

On the bed lay Lexie, wearing her hair pinned atop her head, a white fur blanket draped over her just so, and, from what he could tell, not much else.

"Lex?" He stammered, him mouth suddenly very, very dry.

"You once told me that you were a fan of Hitchcock." She purred, tracing patterns in the fur with her finger. "How about Bond?"

He nodded, his jeans growing tight.

"Good." Her mouth curved into a sexy smile. "Wanna guess who my favorite Bond girl is?"

Mark tried to make his brain and his mouth cooperate. Of course he knew Bond, hell the first time he'd gotten off was to that picture of Ursula Andress in a bikini. He knew he knew which girl she was pretending to be, he could almost see her in his head. But right now, looking at his scantily clad wife lying in front of him, he couldn't name a single one.

"You want a hint?" She leaned forward, the fur slipping just enough to make his mouth water. "Go blow up your pants."

Marks breath hitched as his pants began to become uncomfortable, threatening to execute her command. Of all the lines in all the Bond movies she picked that one.

"No?" She set her mouth in a little pout. "Well alright, one more hint."

She clutched the fur around her, got to her feet, and walked over to him, letting the blanket trail behind her like the train on a wedding dress.

"Diamonds are forever, forever, forever." She began to sing softly. "Diamonds are forever."

She let go of the fur, allowing it to drop to the floor, and encircled her arms around Marks neck.

"Yep." Mark thought. "Nothing underneath."

"Wanna guess?" She whispered as she swayed her hips back and forth, deliberately keeping every body part off of him except the arms around his neck. That was it, he couldn't take it.

"No." He growled and smashed their body's together, his clothed, hers not.

Fusing their lips together, Mark pushed her back towards the bed as she made quick work of his button down shirt and jeans, leaving him only in a pair of thin boxer shorts. Mark growled and pushed her naked form down onto the bed, eliciting a little squeal from Lexie.

"Stay there." He ordered and walked quickly out of the room. He all but sprinted to where he'd stashed the necklace before taking it out of the box and hid it behind his back as he quickly returned to the room where Lexie lay on the bed, looking at him with lustful eyes.

He got on the bed behind her, pressing his bare chest into her back as he began to kiss and suck on her neck and collarbone.

"Oh, oh Mark." Lexie moaned as she closed her eyes and tangled her hand in his hair. Mark extracted the necklace from behind his back, the dim lighting of the room setting the stones on fire.

Lexie's eyes opened and her hand moved from his hair to her throat as she felt him slipping the diamonds around her neck.

"That's quite a nice little nothing you're almost wearing. I approve." Mark whispered in her ear.

Lexie laughed gaily at his quote and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him, while running her fingers over the necklace.

"Why, Peter!" Lexie giggled. "There's much more to you than I imagined!"

"God I love Las Vegas." Mark smirked.

So this one's a little shorter, sorry. I'm a big Bond fan, no prizes for which girl is one of my all time favorites. Review for me, if you would be so kind.