Warning: Rated M for sexual content and strong language. Please be advised before reading.

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy.

Chapter 15

Lexie

As Mark's strong arms carried her into her bedroom, he barely had to shift her in his arms before flipping on her lights and stopping at her bed. Her body hummed with need, like the sound of a car sparking to a hum as it started to roar with power.

She thought he would just drop her on the bed—caveman style—and have his way with her, but she shouldn't have expected anything less from Mark Sloan. He looked at her like she was the most decadent and rare treat out there and he wanted to savor every minute like it would be his last.

Her breasts were still barred to him, and they were aching for his hands and mouth again. After feeling his warm hands on her to then being exposed to the cold air, her nipples were so hard and begging for the need of his expert hands to work them again. As it was, she was teetering on falling down to the bottom of a chasm.

He stopped just before he reached her bed, letting her slender body lower completely down his body, her pelvis feeling how hard and turned-on for her he was as she was for him. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, as her feet finally hit the plushness of her carpet coming back to solid ground. Even though she felt anything but solid at this moment.

All of his muscles tensed under her touch, as if he was trying to hold back from letting himself completely go. She wanted him just as untamed and wild as she was feeling inside. She felt this tug inside of her, pulling her towards him as if he was her only source of oxygen for her next breath.

He was built for power. His hands strong, his arms and chest powerful. There was something to be said about being attracted, wanted, and needed by an alpha male. She could understand with his presence looming over her, why some averted their eyes, and others like her, couldn't seem to look away from him. He oozed power and sex appeal.

"I am going to enjoy touching and kissing you everywhere. Taking my time, and bringing you to the brink of madness, until the only thing you can do is scream my name," he said, each of his words came out like a throaty rumble, making every cell in her body come to life.

God, yes. Please…

There was an evil gleam in his eye, making her swallow, heady and desired all at the same time. "Take off your pants. Slowly," he ordered, stepping back so that he would have the best seat in the house as she did as he requested.

She had never been asked to do something like this before, and she had never wanted to be bossed around by any partner. Maybe that was because none of them had ever been Mark Sloan. The thought of him dominating her in everyway that would bring her to the brink of pleasure she had never known fully until now was too good to pass up.

She figured she was playing with trouble, but wanted to torture him as much as he was going to do with her. She ran her hands down her chest over her own breasts, her stomach, until she reached the hem of her sweatpants. She stopped there, gripping them and looking back up to his eyes before she pushed them from her hips. His eyes darkened and blazed with heat at her deviation from his request. It only made her wetter and hotter. She had to stop herself from wanting to squeeze her thighs together under that gaze.

Realizing he was only going to afford so much patience, she did as he asked, and slowly pushed her grey sweatpants from her hips, down her legs, until they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She suddenly was so glad that she had not changed out of the underwear from earlier. Her only pair of black laced thong keeping her from being completely naked.

Mark's eyes traveled down her body landing on her black underwear. She tried to hide her smile knowing that he yet did not know that she was in a thong, and picturing the look on his face when he realized that would be the case.

She tried not to squirm under his gaze, but even without touching her, only just looking at her, he was making her crazy and wanton with need.

"You are fucking gorgeous," he breathed.

She grinned. "So are you."

He stepped forward towards her again, almost so her breasts were touching his chest. She tried to bite back the moan because she wanted to feel it so badly.

"Turn," he demanded, his voice thick and filled with lust.

She sucked in her bottom lip, knowing that as soon as she did…things were about to escalate, and she couldn't wait.

She heard the primal growl first, once she half-turned her bare ass cheeks now visible to him. As soon as her back was completely to him, his hands came to her waist stopping her from turning the rest of the way. She was fighting for control as his fingers gripped at her flesh, almost to the point where he could leave bruises, before his palms ran over her bottom, his fingers digging in firmly. She felt a raw need inside of her to have him now. She couldn't take anymore separation.

Almost as if he sensed her need, he spun her quickly, his hand reaching down to touch her. He cursed, having felt how soaked she already was through the thin black material.

"All for me," he said gruffly and more as a statement.

She nodded anyway, her hips bucking forward into his palm. "All for you. Always for you," she whispered.

She saw the moment his resolve cracked. His hands quickly stripped her of her black panties, lifting her at the same time to place her on the bed on her back. She was completely bare to him, and seeing the fire in his eyes only made her want it that much more. Now.

Mark shucked off his pants and boxers in record time, kneeling on the bed in front of her. His hands came up to her knees, spreading her legs apart. This was the most vulnerable she had ever been with anyone, and although she figured she would want to snap her legs shut and hideaway, she found herself in the opposite situation. She all of a sudden wanted to be bold and sultry as Addison had been when she stepped into Mark's home. She spread her legs further, giving Mark complete and full view. His eyes flashed, before another growl left his lips. That had now become her favorite sound of his.

He loomed over her, his knee pressed just up against her, but without the pressure she so desperately needed. She felt that if she did not come and soon, she was going to singlehandedly combust from the inside within.

"Mark…"

A grin formed on his lips, telling her that he wasn't done yet. The man deserved a medal for the self-control he was having, because one look down and she swallowed seeing how hard, long, and ready he was for her. It started to make her dizzy wondering if she would even be able to handle someone as large as he was.

Her thoughts left her when his lips captured hers again. First gentle, then roughly as his kisses turned to one that told her he was marking her. Her lips parted, her breath coming out quicker as soon as she felt his fingers running up and down her slick folds. His other hand coming to stroke around her breast. She was feeling a lot and fast, bringing her right to the edge and almost over the cliff. She wanted it, but she also wanted to come when he was inside of her.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth making her hard again, while his fingers continued to tease at her bringing her to the edge, but never letting her go right over the edge.

"Mark, please…" she moaned.

He released her nipple, his mouth coming back to her ear, leaving a kiss just under ear. "What do you want?"

"You…" she whispered.

"You have me," his tightened response came, completely filled with lust. He was just as turned on just by what he was doing to her.

"Not enough," she groaned. "I...I…"

"Tell me what you need, Lex, and it's yours. I'll give you anything you want," he said.

This had never been anything she had done before. She had never been into dirty talking. No one she had never been with had ever asked her what her needs were, or what she wanted. It was always a quick exploration to get to the end and move along. Half the time, she never even got anywhere where she was in this moment. So, hot, ready, needy, and begging for a release. It was a new experience for her. Something she realized only Mark Sloan would be able to give her.

She bit her lip, before her response became a hoarse whisper. "I want you to make me come."

He kissed her ear again, and then smiled against her lips. "Your wish is my command."

They both let out a moan in unison when he slipped his first finger into her wet heat. She was there, almost there…and then his finger and hand were gone. She almost protested, but his lips were back by her ear.

"How often have you thought about me doing this to you? My fingers, my mouth, my cock," his voice deeper, more gravelly, then she had ever heard him before.

Oh god.

Her eyes closed tightly. "Since…since I first laid eyes on you," she admitted.

She felt her own ass starting to grind against the bed, because she needed the last touch to send her over, but she realized what he was doing. He was so cocky and skilled—damn him—that he was challenging to get her off without even a touch, just his words. It was working.

"Give it to me," his throaty demand came. "Come for me," he said.

"I…I…can't," she replied frustrated, trying to ease her own hand down to her swollen nub.

He thwarted her hand away, and she let out another groan. This time, when his voice was at her ear, it was dangerously low and deep. "Imagine me in this moment taking you right now, and taking you hard."

"Do it. Just do it," she pleaded.

She felt his lips spread into a further grin. If she wasn't so turned on and in need of him, she would slap him. "Slow your breathing. Imagine me like I am now, holding you open, right at your entrance and…"

He didn't need to finish his sentence, because a flash of white came behind her eyes, the stars exploding in front of her as she screamed out his name so loud, she didn't even know that was possible for her. His lips took hold of hers as she let her powerful orgasm ride through, his knee applying more pressure there.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said.

Her eyes fluttered open, seeing his white-hot desire. The last and final string of his control snapped, as he paused right at her entrance. Their gazes held, and then he was pushing inside of her, stretching her like she had never been stretched before. The entire weight of his body was on her, his mouth into her neck, as she wrapped her arms around his back, her legs around his waist.

"God, you are so wet and tight," he groaned. "You're driving me fucking crazy."

She bit his shoulder. "Ditto, baby."

He started to move. She didn't think she could be ready as quickly as she was again, since she had just had the best orgasm of her life only seconds ago, but as Mark moved in her, stretching her to the point where she didn't even know she could anymore, his pace quickened. He was taking her fast and deep, and she was happily along for the ride.

She closed her eyes, but that lasted only seconds.

"Open your eyes, Lex," he demanded.

She obeyed, her eyes opening and looking back into his darkened blue ones. "I…Oh! Oh, Mark…I'm…"

"I know," he grunted. "I want to see you this time. Keep your eyes on me," he said, his thrusts coming faster.

Her legs gripped him even tighter, her nails digging into his back, which only seemed to turn him on even more. Every thrust, every skin-to-skin contact set her ablaze. She had never been this turned on this wild before. It was a silly feeling to have, but she couldn't help in that moment wonder if it was more because of the man, she was with and the real possibility that his body was made for her.

"Mark..." she gasped.

"Again," he ground out.

He pulled out almost all the way out before he thrust hard back into her, making her almost come off the bed. She felt that feeling again in her toes that was almost as if they were curling and anticipating what was about to come.

"Lex," his voice was strained and rough.

"Yes, Mark…Yes…"

She had thought her first orgasm with him had been perfect, but as she looked into his eyes, she had been wrong. This one, this one had pleasure exploded from every faucet of her body, making every muscle in her body constrict. She tightened around him, his hand coming down under her ass, lifting her pelvis off the bed as he pulled out and in one more time, before he too found his own release.

That one single movement brought her to a third impressive release her hands digging into her comforter, twisting as he continued to move within her until she rode out all of the pleasure, screaming his name over and over again, until she was spent.

He collapsed on top of her, his throaty groans subsiding by tiny pants of breaths. He lifted up on his elbows to roll off her, but her arms around his back tightened keeping him there.

"I'll crush you," he said.

She shook her head. "Stay. Just stay," she panted.

She didn't want to let him go yet. She couldn't let him go yet. She felt water at the back of her eyes, and streams down her cheeks. Never in her life, had she ever experienced anything as thrilling and as emotional as what she had just experienced with Mark.

After a moment, he finally withdrew and rolled to his side. She wanted to protest, but his arm was around her waist, pulling her to his side, so her cheek was resting on his chest. She could tell the moment he felt her tears on his skin based on his gasp.

He pulled away a little, looking down into her eyes. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

She laughed, and shook her head, finally wiping a tear away from her eye. "No. No. far from it. I'm sorry, I don't mean to freak you out—"

"Freak me out," he interrupted giving her a perplexed expression. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I am crying during sex," she said, her expression and tone turning embarrassed.

His fingers came down to her chin to lift her eyes to meet his. "Don't ever apologize for feeling anything when we are together." He paused. "Are…are they happy tears?"

She smiled and felt him visibly relax. "Yeah. Yeah, it was so good."

"Good," he said, pulling her back to his side.

She nestled in there, content and happy. "Can I ask you something?" He ran a hand up and down her side, already making her turned on again. "Is…is that how it always is for you?"

His hands stopped, and she tried not to panic. She put on her best poker face as she looked back up at him, needing to look him in the eyes, when he responded. "Never," he breathed, his voice firm and gruff. "It's all you, Lex. Only you."

She sighed, and placed her cheek back on his chest. "Me too," she said, through a yawn. After what they had just done, she was sedated and sleepy now.

"Sleep," he said, his hands resuming their graze up and down her body.

"Mark?"

"Yeah."

"Will you stay the night?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes," he answered.

Her eyes started to blink, as she tried to fight to keep them open. She hadn't remembered what it felt like to be held by someone. To feel the heat when their bodies pressed together. She hadn't really had time for relationships and boyfriends—with always trying to get the best grades in medical school, or be the best doctor in neurosurgery—but suddenly, for a moment, she wanted to really feel what it would be like. She was sure, being held by Mark Sloan, would be like nothing she had ever felt or experienced before.

Her eyes closed again, and she felt the drift of sleep taking her over. Just as she was on the edge of the darkness, she swore she could hear him whisper into her ear as he placed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll stay forever."

Lexie's head was pounding. Her wrists hurt, and as she looked down at them, she wondered why there were red marks all around them. They looked like burns as if she had been tied up with some kind of wire or rope.

She felt a pain in her leg. As she looked down, she noticed a large slash in her jeans on her leg. It had been a nasty cut, her upper part of her jeans covered in blood. She bit her lip as she did her best to pull the material apart to look at the slash. It would definitely need stiches, but at least there hadn't appeared to be any damage to her nerves or muscles.

What the hell was going on?

She grimaced through the pain, as she tucked her good leg underneath her to give her the strength to get up off her bottom and to a standing position. It had taken her a few times, but she had finally gritted through the pain and found a stance that allowed her to get to her feet. A burst of pain shot through her leg, but she ignored it at the whimper in her throat.

She had to figure out where she was and what was happening.

"Lexie!"

Mark.

"Mark," she called turning in both direction trying to call out to his voice.

She didn't know where she was. All she could see was that she was in a room. A room with four grey walls, a single chair that was on it's side in the middle of the room, a steel toilet that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years, and a single blub illuminating just a little light within the four walls.

"Lexie!"

She swallowed back the panic, limping towards the closest wall to give her support as she tried to move towards the front of the room with the door.

"Mark!" she called louder, her voice still coming out weak and coarse.

She reached the knob of the door, turning, but it didn't budge. She pulled again, and again, but nothing happened. She was panting, in pain, and tired, but the adrenaline was still pumping through her.

She leaned her head against the door, hearing faint voices and footsteps. She didn't know if it was Mark—or worse—whomever had put her here in the first place. It was a risk, especially if hearing Mark calling out her name was all in her head, but she would take the risk.

She clenched her hands into fists and started pounding against the door.

"Mark! Mark! Help!"

"Lex, I'm here," he called.

She sagged against the door, relief flooding through her. "You're here," she repeated already starting to feel better.

"Lex, get away from the door," he ordered.

She hobbled to the other side, moving away not sure what he had planned to do in order to get the door opened. "Ok, I'm away."

She felt two large rumbles against the door, all of the walls shaking, before the door snapped into two, pieces of the lock and handle flying everywhere. She brought her hands to her face, turning away.

"Lex," Mark breathed, reaching for her instantly.

She collapsed into his arms, the fear leaving her now that Mark had her safely in his arms. She was always safe as long as she was in his arms. He pulled her up so that he could look at her, both his hands coming to either side of her face, pushing her hair away.

"Are you ok?"

She nodded. "I'll be ok."

He scanned her for her injuries, the blue flecks of his eyes deepening with each new injury he found on her. When his eyes came to her leg, and he saw the blood and the gash, his face transformed into a murderous rage.

It was her turn to put both of her hands to his face, making him look back up at her. "Hey…I'm ok," she said.

His lips pursed, his jaw tightening. "We gotta move."

"Where…where are we?"

Mark didn't get to answer the question, over the sounds of rapid fire happening. Lexie brought her hands to her ears, trying to drown out the sound that seemed to sound like it was ricocheting in the confines of the small room they were in.

He placed his arm around her back the other underneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly against his chest. He started to run from the room, only to start a jog down a long corridor. The sounds of bullets grew louder all around them.

"Mark Sloan!"

The shout came from behind them, just at the opposite end of the corridor. A gun was leveled at his back, as she stiffened in his arms. She couldn't make out who the figure was, but even she knew that if he moved an inch, he would be shot before they rounded the corner.

He looked down at her, his look full of regret and longing. She could see what it was that he was about to do written all over his face. She clutched at him, shaking her head as tears sprang to her eyes. She resisted as he slowly started to lower her back to her feet, his hands on her arms to keep her steady until she could find her stance with her injured leg.

His entire frame was blocking her from whomever it was that was calling out to him. He was planning on sacrificing himself for the opportunity that she could get away.

"Go," he mouthed.

She shook her head. "Not without you."

They both could hear the footsteps coming behind them. If she didn't turn and run, his attempt at trying to save her would be for nothing. Standing there, seeing the determined look on his face, made her lip tremble. She didn't know if she wanted to be saved if that meant he wouldn't be coming with her.

"Lex, go," he urged.

Tears sprang from her eyes. "No. I won't go without you."

His hand came up to her cheek, and even though they had no time, and she could see the concern and fear on his face, he touched her so gently that she could feel her heart breaking in two.

"I wish we had more time," he whispered. "I love you. I will always love you."

"No. Mark, no. I love you."

He gave her a sad smile. "I know." His hand fell from his side, nudging her on the shoulder to turn. "Go."

Her lips quivered, as the tears flowed freely. "I…"

"Don't turn back. No matter what you hear. Run. Survive. Live. Promise me," he pleaded.

She sniffled. "I promise. Please don't make me do this."

His hands clenched into fists at his side, and then he stepped back. "Go!"

This time his voice was hard, cold, and closed off. She took one last look, her heart already broken as she turned and ran. Then came the rapid fire of the bullets, and she knew the love of her life was gone.

Lexie gasped, shooting upright in her bed, the sheet clutched to her naked body. She was panting, streams of tears rolling down her eyes, as she shoved her tasseled hair from her face. She looked down at her bed, her eyes closing and sighing with relief with Mark's sleeping form lying next to her.

A dream. Just a dream.

She sat there for a moment, her sheet clutched to her clammy skin, as she attempted to get her breathing back under control.

What the hell was that?

It had felt so real. It had felt so vivid. She looked back down at Mark, his body relaxed, his expression peaceful. He stirred slightly, until his hand connected with her thigh, him touching her bringing him back to being content.

She sat there for a moment, letting her breathing come back under control and her mind play back through the vivid dream. She had dreamed before, and even woke up sometimes questioning whether it had been real, but this was different. This…this actually felt as if it happened. She felt cold and scared all over, but tried to swallow it back.

She turned, laying back down, pressing her body firmly against Mark's. Her head rested on his shoulder and chest; her arm snaked over his taut muscles of his abdomen. Just feeling his warmth and being next to him started to make her feel better, even if the images of what had happen still went through her head.

"I wish we had more time," he whispered. "I love you. I will always love you."

"Lex?"

She blinked away the memory, lulling her head back so she could see his face looking down at her, his expression forming a frown. She could see that he knew something was amiss, even without having ask.

"I'm ok," she lied, forcing a smile on her lips.

He let out a long sigh. "I thought I asked you not to lie to me."

She tore her eyes away, resting her head back on his chest and looking out into her bedroom out at the window and the blackness of the night. She didn't know what time it was, but considering how dark it was and the fact the sky was absent of any stars, she figured it must've been very early in the morning.

"I had a bad dream," she said softly.

His hand came back around her waist and pulled her to him even more. Just that small action, was already making her feel better. Feel safe and protected. He was here with her, and neither one of them were in danger. She didn't have an injuries and he wasn't asking her to run away from him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head slightly, because it was bad enough that she was still reliving them in her head, she didn't want to put them out in the open. She was also worried that if she voiced them out loud to him, that he might pull back again. Worry about her safety because of his job. After last night, the last thing she wanted was space between them.

She tried to level her voice and make it sound stronger than she felt. "I'm fine now."

She should've known that he wouldn't believe her. The man was nothing if not entuned to her and her every thought and emotion before she herself could put it into words.

His hand left her waist, slowly moving upwards to her back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers caressed around her neck, until they wrapped around a handful of her hair and gently tugged it back so that she had to look up until his eyes.

Looking into his blue concerned ones, she couldn't hide her emotions as easily as when she faced away.

"Talk to me." he pressed.

She couldn't. Not yet. Not about this. It was too much, too fast. They had barely known each other, but that dream, that thought that she could lose him made her feel cold and stripped to the worse kind of vulnerability that anyone could feel.

She understood why her sister had been questioning her so persistently about her date. She first thought it was because it had been a while since she had dated and wanted to make sure she wasn't a complete and utter disaster, but Meredith knew her better than anyone.

"I'm worried about you," Meredith said over the phone after Derek had dropped her back off at her apartment after Addison had showed up.

"There's nothing to worry about. I told you the date went well," she replied.

Well, the date had gone extremely well—that is until Addison showed up and had to pull Mark away from her again. She had worried in that moment that whatever Mark and her would've done, because for all of his efforts to hide her and keep her separate from his job…his personal and professional had collided.

The way he had stood in front of her to block the red-head's scrutinizing gaze, the way his body tensed anytime Addison looked at her with a mixture of a gleam and pure hatred, told her this had been everything Mark had feared about with them having any interaction together.

She knew it was serious to him, when he asked Derek to see her home safely. Mark was getting ready to go and face all of his crime bosses and needed his number two; but yet, instead he was having to send him away to tend to her. It made her worry and nervous about not having Derek with him, especially after what Sergei had done to him.

"Imagine my surprise, when I am eating lunch in the cafeteria with Derek and he suddenly gets a call that makes him bolt as if I just told him he bathed in Ebola. I could tell something was wrong, and then sure enough…your date magically is cut short," Meredith said, bring her from her thoughts.

"Mer…"

"Your date was with Mark Sloan, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Mer, please just trust me to know what I am doing. I can handle myself."

There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone. "I love you…and I don't mean this as a way to insult you…but Lexie, your heart lives in your vagina. If you think you are just scratching some kind of itch, you and I both know what wouldn't be true."

Lexie sulked. She wanted to argue that it wasn't true, but she was already sure that whatever feelings she was having for Mark Sloan were not just about lust.

"Lex," Mark said again, pulling her from her thoughts.

She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think. She just wanted to feel. And right now, the only thing that she was sure that could calm her fears and block out that horrific images from her nightmare was the man holding onto her for dear life.

She moved quickly, urgently, as she pushed to her side, swinging one of her legs over until she was straddling his waist, and looking down at him. Her sheet had fallen off her, her entire body exposed as he looked up at her. Instantly she could see the return of heat in his eyes, but he controlled it knowing things were unfinished. Her searched her eyes, but the slight shake of her head told him what she needed. Just him.

Her hands came up and rested on his shoulders, as she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, before both their mouths opened, their kisses becoming more urgent. She did the one thing that would give her that comfort—she raised her hips before coming back down and settling herself on him.

She stayed there frozen for a minute, letting the feel of him give her the strength and comfort. His hands came around her waist, his palms flat against her back as he ran them smoothly up and down her back adding to her comfort.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes, forcing herself to keep the water from pooling back there. His gaze never wavered, one of his hands coming up to push her hair back from her face, the back of his fingers grazing her cheek.

"I'm here Lex," he said quietly.

He understood there was something that was deeply troubling her, but realized in that moment that his touch, his comfort was the only thing that could force back the demons that were threatening to take over.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed.