For all you Team Layla-ers out there. This chapter, I have had planned since Tuesday night, but I just got a chance to write it [by hand] last night because I had surgery on Wednesday! Yay! So this chapter got very well developed while chillin in recovery. Also, I did some killer research in lmao.
WARNING : This chapter is pushing the boundaries of 'T' ratings. =) Enjoy!
I stayed in the on-call room even after my head stopped spinning. I didn't realize until I sat down on the bottom bunk how exhausted I was. Trying to seduce a taken man was a lot of work. But I didn't get much rest.
The doorknob began jiggling furiously. Thankfully I had locked the door because whoever was on the other side was not interested in knocking. Sighing, I pulled open the door, fully prepared to tell the person outside off. I didn't get a chance to do any such thing.
Mark Sloan was on the other side of the door. He shoved me further into the room before I had even opened the door all the way, quickly following me and re-locking the door behind him. He paced in front of me in an agitated manner, his left hand playing absent-mindedly with his hair.
"Yes?" I asked, feigning annoyance. Actually, I was thrilled he was in here. Excitement and tension pulsed through me, raising the hair on my arms and the back of my neck. I could feel a storm coming and that made me very happy. I love storms.
"I'm not stupid," Mark suddenly stated. I sat down on the bed again, confused.
"Okay. I don't think I've ever said you were…."
"I know what's going on, I know what you're doing," he continued, completely ignoring the fact that I'd spoken. "And I don't want this. Okay? I don't want us. I want Lexie, I have Lexie, I'm happy. I'm very happy with Lexie. I don't want us." He stopped pacing and turned to me, his eyes pleading with me to solve his problem. "But for some reason, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts to see you and not be able to touch you. You're driving so god damn insane. I don't just want you; I need you."
And then it happened.
Mark Sloan walked forward, bent down, and kissed me.
It was harsh, hard, and hot. Very hot. I loved every second of it. I loved the way he pushed himself against me. I loved the way his tongue and mine danced like experienced lovers. But what I mostly loved was that Mark Sloan was hungrily, desperately, kissing me.
Soon layers of clothes were impatiently pulled off and thrown into a collective pile on the floor. I lay back onto the bed, my head sinking into the soft pillow. Mark was on top of me on his hands and knees, his head bent towards mine. Neither of us had anything more than underwear on and the feel of our skin brushing together sent shivers throughout my body.
My fingers softly explored his muscled chest and the feel of his hair. I wrapped my legs around him, the need to be as close as possible growing almost unbearable. I could hardly wait for the moment where I would feel him inside of me, when we would be as close as two people possibly could be, when we would merge into one being.
His right hand lightly traced down the side of my body, coming to rest on my bare thigh. Goosebumps sprouted along every one of my limbs. It felt like fireworks were exploding inside of me, threatening to burst out of me. I could feel that Mark was as excited as I was. Both of us more than just wanted this, we needed it, like a drug addict needs his fix.
Suddenly he pulled his head back and stared at me with his intense ice eyes. I glared back at him, wanting to feel his lips on me again.
"God I hate you," he said.
"Then leave," I whispered in response. But I knew what he would say. I pushed my head forward as far as it could go, kissing my way down his neck. Mark moaned softly.
"I can't." I could hear both miserable self-loathing and desperation in the way he spoke. "This is wrong. So why the hell do I want it so badly?"
I had no answer for him. I felt the same way as he did. Why did I want him, why did I need him so much? It wasn't love, I knew that. Plus I knew that he meant it when he said he hated me. But this was more than just attraction we were feeling. I can't describe it as anything but lust and ecstasy.
I moved my mouth back up to his, needing to feel its heat again. Mark eagerly kissed back, but we were both growing bored with this. We were restless. We wanted more. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
"Mark! Mark, open up. I know you're in there," a voice called through the door. Lexie's voice. Insistent knocking punctuated her every word. Mark jerked away from me, whacking his head on the top bunk.
"Shit!" he breathed. I opened my mouth to say something, but he quickly pushed his hand against my mouth, preventing any noise from coming out of me. He jumped from the bed as if electrocuted, digging through the pile of scrubs on the floor in search of his pants. "Hide!" he whispered to me, noticing I hadn't moved from my spot on the bed.
"What?!" I hissed. "Where the hell am I supposed to hide, under the bed?!" He gave me a look. "No. No way. Can't you just get rid of her?" Mark threw my scrubs at me in response, quickly pulling on his dark blue pants. "I hate you."
I flung myself under the bed, listening to Lexie calling through the door. I couldn't see anything but Mark's bare feet as they moved towards the door. That bastard owed me big time for this.
"Little Grey," Mark's voice said. He sounded tired.
"I told you not to call me that. My name is Lexie," Lexie answered. Her feet joined his as she entered the room uninvited.
"Sorry," Mark mumbled. I heard him feign a yawn. "What's up?"
"I've been looking for you all over. A nurse said she saw you come in here. How come you're only half dressed?"
"I was trying to sleep and it gets really hot in here with the door closed," Mark lied easily. Lexie took a few steps toward him.
"Yeah, it is pretty hot in here," she whispered. I could just picture her mouth, inches from his. Would she taste me when she kissed him? "Mind if I join you?"
"Uhm…" I could almost hear the gears turning in Mark's head, trying to think of an excuse to get her off him. Now would be a perfect time for his pager to go off.
Thankfully for him, I'm a genius.
I searched the scrubs in my hands as silently as I could, finally finding my pager hooked onto my pants. As fast as I could, I sent a 911 to Marks. That would give him an excuse to leave and then maybe Lexie would leave too, sex no longer being an option.
Sure enough when Mark's pager went off and he mumbled something about having to go, Lexie followed him out. I waited a few 2 minutes before crawling out from under the bed and getting dressed. I waited an extra 10 minutes before leaving the on-call room, not wanting to be seen leaving the same room as Mark Sloan and Lexie Grey. That was sure to get the notice of all the gossiping nurses. As I was leaving the room, I noticed that Mark had left his tee shirt on the floor by the door. I smiled and stopped to put it on under my scrub top, enjoying the feel of the cotton and the smell of Mark's lingering cologne.
FINALLY got this chapter out of my head on the computer for y'all. Most likely won't be back on till next week. I'm going to CT for the weekend.