What Did We Do Last Night?
She woke up slowly, not realizing the painful extent of doing so until it was too late. Ugh. What in the world did I do? And how much did I drink? The intern knew it had to have been a good deal-right now it felt like she had downed an entire handle of vodka. She groaned and re-closed her eyes, not having any desire to move. Probably not having much ability to do so, either, but knowing that she would have to eventually. Especially she had to go to work later that afternoon. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Mentally berating herself for her drunken binge, it was in that moment that she realized two things: first, she was naked; second, she was definitely not alone. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse… They did. Of course, because life's like that. Not only had this particular intern overindulged alcoholically, apparently she decided to pair that with a dose of overindulgence of the flesh, just to balance things out. Then again, that combination is not particularly rare, so she shouldn't have been that surprised. But she normally wasn't like that, not the type to pick some guy up and drink and then sleep with him. Last night she had though, so now she had to figure out how to get rid of him. Who he was didn't even cross her mind, though it would shortly, whether or not she wanted it to. It was then that the bleary-eyed, sore intern realized something else: she wasn't at her own place. That could be a problem. Not if I sneak out before he wakes up. Again, that would require movement, which really wasn't so much on her agenda right now. Instead she turned over to her stomach, clutched a cream pillow and fell back asleep…
On the other side of the bed…
Her male counterpart halfway awoke to see her turn over and go back to sleep. Not worth waking her up right now. Though he had never slept with her before, given her personality, he had a feeling he was better off leaving her be. He grinned wickedly to himself, thinking of how he had so not let her be last night, nor she him. She was an aggressive little vixen, his fellow intern. And he had, naturally, enjoyed it. What would happen when she awoke from her drunken stupor was anybody's guess, but he had no complaints, not about last night or this morning, either. They had done it again this morning, multiple times, in fact. Life is good. This intern would bet, despite their intimacy, she still didn't know who it was she had been with last night. Her reaction would be…something else, he guessed.
It was just as those thoughts crossed his mind that his bedmate and fellow surgical intern began to wake up once again. Not thinking, she turned over and came face-to-face with last person she had ever expected to wake up with. "Evil spawn? Seriously?" Her voice was husky but nonetheless filled with the disbelief he had been expecting.
"Yeah, Yang. Seriously." Alex Karev returned Christina Yang's look of shock with his usual lecherous smirk, and for once, Ms.-Know-it-All had no answer.
A/N: Yet another unlikely/impossible/crazy GA couple… I'm really enjoying these wacky pairings that keep popping up in my head. Can you tell?