Author's Note - Heyy friends, here you go chapter 6... and yes, it's M rated now, be warned... I'm really excited to post this, hope you enjoy!

Maria (Guest): Will this story be long?... Well, I really enjoy writing this, and I already have a lot planned for it, sooo yeahhh... Also, seeing you guys how much you like it's just a plus, so thank you so much...

Mojotom: Trust me, I'm more than happy to share all of this with you guys, and I can tell you I have a lot of Slexie ideas for the future, so get ready for me! I'm already preparing another multi-chapter Slexie fic with completely different settings and I can't wait to start posting that as well... Thank you for your beautiful words...

"You like that?" Mark whispered into her ear, his voice scattered with an undeniable passion, as his teeth nibbled over her ear shell, demanding an answer. A soft whimper escaped her mouth in confirmation, as she wasn't able to create any actual words, and he began trailing kiss after kiss down her neck, licking over her collarbones, and sucking on the skin at the hollow of her throat.

One of his hands was between her legs, slowly caressing over the inner side of her thigh. He moved it upwards, his finger gently tracing between her wet folds, down and then back up, repeating and repeating his action. She was ready, that was out of the question, but he just couldn't help himself. He wanted to take his time with her.

His other hand was cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip with the tip of it dipping into the wet heat of her mouth.

Hovering above her, for a moment he simply just gazed down at her, taking in the shape of her face in half-dimmed room... her parted mouth, her eyes that reminded him of chocolate, all creamy, smooth and delectable, and now lustful for of him, her flushed cheeks, her quiet panting... Mark couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight.

Pleasingly grinning, he lowered himself down to ferociously capture her lips, as his erection against her thigh still impatiently strained, desperate for attention.

He couldn't even remember how she got there, or how all of their clothes disappeared… but that wasn't important at all.

I can give you a ride home.

That much he could remember. And that was enough for all that he cared. His body felt warm and on the edge, like it was itching to get closer to her, to get buried inside of her, cause that was everything he thought about lately. And all the reasons he tried to think of, why that wouldn't be a good idea, only made him want her more. It only made him more desperate.

She was young. A lot younger than him. Younger enough for people to find it inappropriate. But Mark never cared what people think. And there was something thrilling in putting the word inappropriate in the same thought with Lexie Grey. There was also something more about her being so much younger. Something he desperately craved for, he just couldn't figure out what it was yet...

He entered her in one slow thrust, smothering a gasp that left his mouth into her shoulder and despite the overwhelming urge he was feeling to move, he held himself still within her, concentrating on the way she felt like, hot and slick around him, just like he'd imagined. Just like he'd hoped she would feel like. He tried whispering something about how amazing she felt, how hot and tight, but there were no words leaving his mouth, just gasps and whimpers.

Next on his list was the fact that she was an intern, and he was her attending. That fact just sounded scandalous. Nothing more. And also, in his mind... completely irrelevant…

He felt the heat building up in the pit of his stomach and he hovered over her again, pressing wet kisses to the valley between her breasts as he continued moving in a steady rhythm. Soon, feeling his lungs burning and rattling as he became unable to catch his breath, Mark buried his head in the crock of her neck, closing his eyes, his thrusts getting faster. He enjoyed the feeling of her smaller body panting under his. He adored the silkiness and warmth of her skin, as his hands roamed over her sides and thighs. Every sound, every gasp that was falling out of her lips was like the pure music to his ears… He loved the way she panted his name. He never heard her calling him by his name before, which was of course, understandable. Expected. Until this… she never felt like she was allowed to.

It sounded gentle, angelic, exactly like she was, and still pleading, alluring… hearing it, Mark shut his eyes tighter and thrust his hips harder. She'd been whimpering since he had his hands on her, and because of that sharp strike it was the first time he heard her cry out at the sensation.

Mark knew she was going through the rough patch. That was one more thing on the list. Everything he heard about her from Derek, everything she'd told him herself. But she was surely giving her best not to look like that…

His fingers firmly curled into the skin of her waist as he felt one of her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer. Maybe that was exactly what she needed. Closeness. Intimacy.

He felt her other hand on his chest, the heat of her palm against his muscles, lightly pushing him back. Breathlessly wrenching his mouth from her neck, he gazed at her face again, now damped with glistering sweat, and even more beautiful. His eyes fell down to stare at her neck next, the region where his lips were attached to, in particular. The darker shade of the bruise his teeth had left, just below her ear, was impossible not to notice. He wondered would it be visible tomorrow as well. He wished for it... It would be the perfect contrariety to that always prim and proper image of hers.

In a split second, she shoved him with a stronger force and flipped him over. He closed his eyes and fell down on his back, his head welcomed by the softness of the pillow. A wave of anticipation rushed all over him as he waited to feel her body over his and her lips to fuse with his again, but instead, all of a sudden, Mark opened his eyes with a jolt.

The atmosphere of the dimmed room disappeared, as well as the mesmerized warmth that was surrounding him. Instead of that, against the bare skin of his chest and abdomen was nothing more but a usual, soft blanket. Smooth darkness was replaced with the sharp beams of the morning sun that were lighting up the room, and heavy silence was all Mark could hear around him, while breathless moans and whimpers and pleas slowly faded away.

His arm instinctively stretched across the bed, even though he'd already become conscious enough to expect nothing but emptiness there. Unpleasant emptiness that wasn't anything more than just another reminder of an unwanted truth. Last night, he came back home alone. There were no clues or signs that could deny that.

Breathing deeply in and out, in harmony with his rapid heartbeat, Mark blinked away the remnants of sleep. His eyelids felt heavy, and he found himself wishing to immediately fall asleep again and continue… or finish what was happening. He inhaled sharply at the thought of finishing it, his groin aching for the release that was denied from his dream.

"Jesus…" he whispered to himself, rubbing his hand down his face and then landing his palm onto his chest. One after the other, strong and determined strikes of his heart were trumping hard against his ribs. Another deep groan escaped his throat as he looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was early in the morning, too early... and he still had more than half an hour before an alarm.

Slowly and carefully gazing around the room, just to make sure there were not any clothes on the floor, Mark ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He rolled over with a huff, burying his face into the pillow, ignoring the prodigious urge to grind down into the mattress.

I really can't let myself ruin your evening.

Well, you did... he thought to himself as his body began responding to the sounds in his head he could recall even as his mind begged him not to.

All of those small, intangible moments, noises, feelings... that he could remember were swimming around in his brain until he was actually in real pain caused by the annoying erection that was now at full mast in his sweatpants. Every little piece of the dream that he could think of was pulling him further and further underwater until he was drowning completely.

Mark knew he should've tried to stop all of those steamy thoughts from taking over, he should've forgotten about the dream, but he couldn't. He didn't want to. He wasn't upset, let alone ashamed or filled up with guilt because of it. And there was whispering and kissing and moaning and fucking and Mark just couldn't bring himself to forget about it. He liked the thought of it. He liked it a lot.

But there was something else that was bothering him. Except the annoying fact that it was still… just a dream, just a product of his imagination… Even considering all the effort he put into trying to figure it out, to imagine it in the best way he could, he still had no idea how it would actually be like to take her to bed. To kiss her, to undress her, to play with her body, to see how she would react to all the little tricks he had. All of that was one big issue to him, one huge problem... this lack of information. Not knowing... It was driving him crazy.

He had no actual facts. Something based on real occurrences. Because there were no real occurrences. It was just a fantasy.

…

Two days somehow passed a lot faster than Lexie wanted them to.

And a few hours before their plane back to Seattle, both Derek and Meredith were at the hospital, checking on their patient and making sure he was okay to handle a six-hour-long flight back home.

Lexie was settled on the bench in front of the hospital for her lunch break, playing with the empty juice box. The truth was… nothing has changed in those two days.

There was nothing really surprising about it, but Derek's two days are enough time theory was apparently wrong. It was easy to be optimistic about it at first, especially considering Derek's promise about talking with Meredith.

But part of her really hoped all of this would be easier. Having a sister shouldn't be something a person cannot deal with.

It was supposed to be that exact thing that makes everything easier.

She didn't know what else she could possibly say to Meredith and not make the situation even worse than it already was. Two days just weren't enough.

She thought about calling Molly and asking for an advice, she even thought about calling dad. Which would probably end up being the worst idea ever. Like the actual worst of all the worst ideas she's ever had.

Thinking about how there wasn't really anyone else who could maybe at least try to tell her what to do made her realize how lonely she actually was. Not lonely like she felt when she moved to New York a few weeks ago... that was completely different and much worse kind of lonely. But this was still... lonely. There was still something missing. There was still craving for something more.

She wanted to call her mom.

If there was a person on this damn planet that would know what to do in this particular situation it would be her. If there was a person on this planet that would know what to do in any situation it would be her.

But she couldn't do that. She couldn't call her. And the reason for that was more than horrifically obvious.

A second later Lexie was hunched down on the bench with her elbows tiredly resting on her knees, and hands lightly pulling at the roots of her hair. She tried to breathe deep and steady, focusing on the waves of air that were slowly but surely going in and out of her lungs. Her knuckles turned white as freshly formed tears burned her eyes and her lower lip trembled.

"You're okay?" It was the feminine, gentle voice that made her head snap back up. It was the voice she could recognize. Lexie was doubting for a moment would it be better to smile or to start crying even more. Cause she felt like both. A million of emotions ran through her body in that one moment. All different, but all mixed in and chaotic. Overwhelming.

"Yeahh, I'm fine. It's just..." Her voice broke, and she swallowed a big lump in her throat, quickly wiping her eyes. "I'm fine." she cleared her throat, and looked up again at Meredith.

Meredith, the same person who literally told her to get lost two days ago, now stood right in front of her, the expression on her face brooding. She chewed her lower lip and studied her from under lowered lashes.

One little, confusing detail drew her attention more than the rest of the picture though. There was a little chocolate cupcake in her right hand.

Swallowing again and pointing at the chocolate treat in her hand, Lexie tried to sound as calm and measured as possible as she asked in confusion, but in curiosity as well, "What's with the cupcake?"

"It's for you." Meredith mumbled spreading her arms and Lexie hesitated for a moment, narrowing her eyes at her face, then at her stretched hand. Well, it's not like she wants to poison me, right?

"Take it or leave it Lexie." she added sharply, obviously already annoyed by her sister's uncertainty... Obviously gathering a lot of inner strength and compassion to even speak to her as well.

"Thanks... I guess." Lexie cautiously took the cupcake, a tiny smile spreading her lips, grimace on her face still baffled though, as Meredith sat down on the bench next to her, inhaling deeply and tucking her hands in her coat pockets.

The next few minutes were quiet, but the silence was a surprisingly comfortable one, only becoming awkward when Meredith cleared her throat in an attempt to say something. But every time she tried to, there were no words getting out of her tongue.

"I probably wouldn't be able to live with myself if I leave everything like this." she managed to begin, her voice as quiet as a whisper. "I know that would be unfair to you and unfair to me..."

The fluttery nervous stomach feeling inside of Lexie grew every incoming second, as she impatiently waited for whatever Meredith was about to serve her. And honestly, she was prepared for everything. Literally everything. All the worst case scenarios already went through her head more than once. But there was nothing on Meredith's face or in the way she spoke that alerted her it was going to be one of those scenarios.

For the first time actually looking at Lexie, Meredith continued, "Your mother somehow managed to be more of a real mother to me in those few weeks that I knew her... than my own mother was my whole life. So take this as a thank you I own to her. And a little something that I hope it would make her happy…" her voice then turned more careful and serious, "But I still don't know you for real. And two days are... not enough no matter how much we wanted them to be."

"I told him that." Lexie noted, slightly chuckling at what she thought was Meredith's reference to Derek. It made her feel good though, the fact he actually tried to talk to her and mentioned their talk from a few nights ago.

But even this… what she got in those two days, what only two days managed to pull out of Meredith was enough for her. It was more than enough. Mention of her mother in this contest was definitely not one of the scenarios Lexie had in her head.

A sane person would think Meredith hated her mother. But her mind just refused to believe that. And she was right. Without saying anything, she just slowly nodded. And apparently... and thankfully, her calm acceptance encouraged Meredith to even say something more.

"But if you want, if that's enough for you... and as long as you're not overly..." she paused, searching for the right word and smiling slightly, "...stalker-much about it, we can... stay in touch. Or whatever. From time to time. If that's okay."

"Yeah... I'd like that." she breathed out, happiness and delight more than evident in her voice. If the phone number was everything she was about to get... she was about to get a lot.

"Okay."

Looking down at the cupcake between her hands on her lap, Lexie felt the need to share something too. Her body still hasn't absorbed what just happened, but that didn't matter. The fact that Meredith was probably about to get up and leave mattered. So Lexie blurted out the first thing she could think of. Anything that would make her stay just a little bit more. "I dug up my mom's cat."

"What?"

"My mom didn't leave any instructions cause it was so...unexpected." she began with a heavy sigh, suddenly realizing what she was about to say. If it was anyone else, she would probably be super-embarrassed and shut her mouth immediately. Actually, she was embarrassed in front of Meredith as well. But she wanted to tell her the story anyway. "So... we had to figure out on our own what she would have wanted. And my mom loved that cat. So... I dug her up... the cat, from her little grave in our backyard. And I snuck into the cemetery in the middle of the night and reburied her right beside my mom. And...it was creepy and morbid, carrying around a dead, decaying cat in the cemetery in the middle of the night, but...it made my mom really happy. At least... I like to think it did."

Despite the seriousness of the situation and her sister's weird speech, Meredith couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle. "Okay... Walks through the cemetery in the middle of the night? Check. I'm glad I know you a little better now... Never thought you would be so edgy."

"Thanks... For the cupcake, I mean." Lexie told her shyly, biting her lip, and then added with a smirk on her face. "Chocolate one... is my favorite." And to her surprise and indescribable delight Meredith's reply came right back. "Mine too."

Maybe there were some similarities between them after all.

…

Avoidance has never, ever been his thing. Mark has never been an avoider. He was never that person who deals with things by not dealing with things. There was no point in that. Ignoring something or someone was never enough for him to want it less. To the contrary. Ignorance only made him want it more. And he always went after things he wanted. No questions asked…

It was a nice evening… or it was supposed to be a nice evening despite the fact that Derek left back to Seattle a couple of hours ago, but at least he left with them being on a good note. On a better note... And he promised there'll be less missed calls and unanswered texts in the future. That would be a good start. And a good enough reason for a celebration drink.

But the whole bunch of interns were in the bar as well, whining over their drinks, playing darts and making a lot more noise that Mark wanted to hear.

Lexie Grey was one of them too, sitting at one of the booths, while he was at the bar, pretending to listen to some boring and exhausting stories a few other doctors near him were babbling about. Like he actually cared about them. But he kept nodding, he kept widening his eyes in fake amusement and delight, and he kept slowly sipping his drink as his mind wandered somewhere else. And his eyes soon followed.

In the most casual manner he could possibly manage, his glare nonchalantly flew back to the interns crew. But the search for the beige sweater he'd already noticed she was wearing was unsuccessful. Scanning that part of space again, this time completely turning around on his stool and paying more attention, Mark felt a lump forming in his throat and a clenching feeling increasing at the pit of his stomach as his obsessive checking still had no results. The seat at the booth where she was settled was empty.

"Hey..." His eyes quickly shifted to the other side at the sweet greeting. And there she was. With the empty beer mug in her hand, asking the bartender for a refill.

Mark felt his stomach clench even more at the sound of her voice. Especially now. But not because his mind was giving its best not to picture her naked and panting in his bed or not to search for the hints of lust in her voice, but because there was something different about her appearance. Different from the last time he saw her. When her eyes were tired and her movements tipsy, when she could barely walk by herself let alone stride across the bar like this, joyfulness and cheer literally visible in her steps. Her hair was loose, beautifully falling over her shoulders, which only made her look even harder to ignore. Mark tried to remember if he actually ever saw her happy like this.

"You're in a better mood than the last time I saw you here." he noted pleasantly, not being able to resist to mention their last encounter. And of course, announcing her undeniable demeanor-glow-up.

"Umm Meredith brought me a cupcake." Lexie awkwardly exclaimed with a tenuous giggle that evoked a confused grimace from Mark, but it turned into a curious smile seconds later.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Mark tried to sound teasing, but his question fall of his lips in a much softer way than he originally intended to.

"It means..." she spoke gradually, grabbing back her filled beer mug. "I had a dream."

Mark couldn't blink, he couldn't move a single muscle for an unbelievably long intense moment. "A what?" he wondered out loud, almost choking on his drink, even though he heard very well and very clearly what she just said. A dream. It probably won't be such a good idea for them to start talking about dreams. But he for surely had a lot to talk about. To share. To explain. No, not to explain. He didn't own anyone any kind of explanation for anything. Especially not for something that hasn't even left his bedroom. Or his shower.

He bit the side of his tongue, almost hard enough to draw blood, but even that didn't stop his mind from spinning, his heart from racing or his palms from sweating, as he impatiently waited for her to continue. Tell me. Tell me about it…

"Dream, fantasy, whatever... when I found out about Meredith... my mind came up with this beautiful fantasy of having a big sister."

But of course, she thought about the other kind of dreams and fantasies. A lot different from the ones he had. He almost rolled his eyes in anger and disappointment, he almost groaned to her how he wasn't interested to hear about that. But that would be a lie.

"And no matter how stupid or pathetic it sounds, now it actually feels like there's a chance of that becoming a reality." Lexie quickly continued, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I mean, I know you should get that, since... you and Dr. Shepherd patching things up became a reality as well, right?"

"Right..." he affirmed in a quiet tone, stunned and struggling to react in any different way, and before he could manage to say anything more his eyes were following her route back to the other interns after she'd muttered a gentle bye.

Avoidance, ignoring, not paying attention, attempts to think about something else... how does that work again? Cause it was not working. It was not working and Mark immediately became aware of that when it didn't take him more than a mere second to recognize the look on one of the other interns face. The mischievous look, along with a flirtatious smirk, and there was no need for more signs in order for Mark to identify the well-known spit game. And that intern was handsome, no doubt, with his short, dirty blond hair and muscular build, and he was the one who welcomed Lexie back to their group.

Mark's jaw clenched at the scene, as well as his grip around the rock glass in an involuntary reaction. His mouth felt dry, and he forced annoyance to take the place of anger, but that wasn't enough for him to tear his gaze away from the small of her back where that annoying brat placed his hand.

Mark couldn't see Lexie's face, her reaction either, but he was sure she was listening to him politely and smiling back, at least for the sake of good manners. She could not possibly really like this douchebag... Mark huffed bitterly at the possibility, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Suddenly a very unpleasant prickly feeling was settled in his gut as well.

It got even worse when blondie leaned over with his hand dangerously lowering down her back, and whispered something in her ear. It wasn't so hard for Mark to throw out a few guesses what that could be, and every single one of them disgusted him in a whole new level. Hey, you wanna get out of here?... was the first thing that came up in his mind. He said it enough number of times himself to know what it could bring those seven words.

Then it could be some let's-pretend-to-be-charming compliment. Which would, of course, again lead to the getting out of here thing. And despite that, which would also bring up the perfect pink color to her cheeks that Mark was so fond of. But he fucking couldn't see it. And he hated how envious that made him.

But for God's sake, he didn't even have to watch this. He could be flirting too. He could be whispering hey you wanna get out of here in someone's ear and roaming his hand over someone's back as well. Maybe that was exactly what he needed. A chance for an escape, a hot distraction, someone who would erase all inappropriate dreams and fantasies or whatever that somehow wiggled their way deep down his body. Yeah, he definitely needed that... but he didn't want it. He didn't want to erase them. He doubted he could.

So he let the idea of picking up some random woman fade away even considering the number of occasions when that move made him feel a lot better. He hailed the bartender for another refill, earning the worried look from the young man who had already served him multiple previous ones. "I hope you're not drowning down the sorrow, Dr. Sloan." he commented with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Nope. Just fantasies." Mark mumbled under his breath, turning around once again, but this time without the slightest care was it obvious or not.

His sigh was a mixture of contentment and relief, as when he looked towards her again, there was no blond guy or his shameless hands or his filthy whispers which made Mark believe she thankfully turned him down for whatever he was up to. Suck that, blondie.

Mark briefly wondered, would she immediately look down if she caught him looking at her like this. If this fixed, curious, obsessive, analytical observation could be even called just looking. His eyes were literally devouring her. Her body, her face, her actions… And as if the universe actually heard his silent doubts, Lexie nonchalantly swiveled her head for a moment towards him, her eyes immediately boring into his.

She didn't look down.

She didn't look away. Her face didn't swamp with the usual wave of shyness nor her eyes widened at the overwhelming attention. She actually took it in a pretty bold way. Confidently. A corner of her lips curved into a sultry grin. Her hand gracefully tucked back the strand of her hair that was half-covering her flushed cheek and neck. Mark watched as she uncovered the area of her neck that he could so vividly remember, revealing more and more of her smooth skin for him to be able to see, and that was more than enough.

That flit of quick passion in a split second while it lasted brought back the amazing way he felt a few nights ago… even that being only a dream, and even more increased the wonder how fantastic would it feel if he gets to have her for real... When he gets to have her for real.

Yes, I had to mention Lexie's graveyard adventures.

Soooo about the dream thing... sorry if you had hoped it was real... I have to say it was kind of hard to write since I could focus only on Mark, and everything only he felt at the moment... in an attempt to make it be like one-sided, non-real atmosphere, so I really hope it turned out good and dream-like in the end. Let me know what you think... And don't worry... it's only the matter of time before Mark gets sick of just fantasizing and being jealous.