The Taste of Love
Seattle, Washington 2011 - S7E12
Lexie tossed the contents of the pan with a wooden spatula and tried to unstick pieces from the bottom. She wasn't the best cook in the world. Mark knew this, but he liked to let her loose in the kitchen every so often. Just to see what would happen. Usually it was edible. He watched her almost dance around the space. Neat when she was paying attention, messy when she accidently knocked things off the counter. She never needed a recipe book because she had the ingredients memorised.
Mark was sitting on the other side of the counter, "you know you could add-"
"Shush, I've got it." She interrupted him, not even turning around to look at him. "Photographic memory, I know what I'm doing," she said. He rolled his eyes, standing up and walking around the back of her. His lips hovered beside her ear as he put one hand over hers on the spatula. "Hey, what are you-?"
"Just relax," he whispered. She leaned back into him, letting her head fall back against his chest. She sighed wistfully, then remembered what she was supposed to be doing.
"Hey, I'm cooking, you can't just- just... do that when you're bored."
He kissed her neck, "why not?"
She tried to find the words but found her head suddenly empty. Only the feeling of his lips against her skin, she couldn't concentrate with this sort of thing going on. She had to fight her every urge to push him backwards, but then he just sat on the counter behind her and watched her cook. It was some sort of stir fry thing with vegetables, that was burning in the bottom of the pan because all she could think about was his hands.
Mark observed her every slight movement and knew he had her on the end of his hook, so to speak. He was licking his lips every few minutes just waiting for her to burst. For the lust to overcome her. He was like a drug, once someone took a look at him, took a taste, they could no longer resist. The only reason he was still with Lexie was because he was equally as bewitched when she looked at him.
"Stop it," she said, pulling the pan off the heat and turning around to face him.
"Stop what?" He replied smirking.
"Stop pouting. I can see right through you, Mark Sloan." She pointed her finger into his chest and stood between his legs. When she looked up, he was poised, his mouth at the perfect angle to claim hers. He felt light-headed, her kisses were powerful enough to make her lose all sense of her bearings. She pulled away softly, leaving a part of him lingering when she tasted her lips.
"You know that you have me in the palm of your hand Lexie Grey?" He said, his words rounded and luscious. Like he prized every one of them.
