Goes Without Saying by Lemonstar

..Mark/Lexie.. AU. Picks up after episode 5x18, "Stand By Me". Now that everyone at Seattle Grace knows of Mark and Lexie's relationship, everyone seems to have their opinions and no one wants to keep quiet about it.

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"Damn it!" Lexie Grey hissed as quietly as she could after her toe came in contact with one of the legs of the coffee table.

She glanced over at the bed to make sure that she hadn't woken him before falling down onto the couch, rubbing her injury and looking around the hotel room, searching for her other shoe. She thought she had taken it off near the door the night before but somehow, it had disappeared and she couldn't find it anywhere.

She had to get out of there soon if she didn't want to be late to the hospital. Her rounds that morning started at six o'clock and he didn't have anything scheduled until ten with a tympanic membrane repair surgery, which she hoped to have the time to watch from the gallery.

Lexie loved watching Mark Sloan during any of his surgeries even if she wasn't able to scrub in. Every incision, every stitch Mark did was meticulous and absolutely perfect. He moved with an easy, natural confidence that oozed out of every pore and she wished she could say the same thing about herself.

When Mark entered a room, everyone paid attention while Lexie got the feeling that she could scream in the middle of the crowded hospital lobby and still have no one hear her.

Well, actually that might not have been true anymore. Someone would hear her. More specifically, he would. He always heard her. Even when she wasn't saying anything, he still knew exactly where her mind was going.

It was an incredible talent and one that she didn't know how he had developed already considering they had only been together for a month. She hated that he already knew her so well and she was stuck still trying to scale just the first brick wall that he had surrounding himself.

"It's underneath the chair," his voice – deep and smooth and causing delicious goose bumps to flesh across her skin – informed her, still nestled comfortably in the bed.

Lexie remained on the couch and leaned back slightly, craning her neck to the side and seeing her missing boot underneath the chair. She sat up again and looked towards the bed.

"How do you do that?" She asked.

"Do what?"

"Always know what I want even if I don't say it?"

He didn't answer immediately and she saw him shift underneath the covers before slowly sitting up. He let out a yawn as he rubbed the ball of his hand in his eye, slowly waking himself up though neither had gotten much sleep the night before. After his successful face transplant surgery, they had returned to the Archfield where they had picked up from where Lexie had left off after kissing him in front of her annoying, gossiping fellow interns.

Needless to say, it had been an extremely pleasurable, but exhausting, night.

"You can never find your shoes in the morning," he explained while biting back another yawn. "I guess I'm just getting used to your routines."

His answer made Lexie smile widely and the pain instantly faded in her toe.

"Want breakfast?" He asked, already reaching for the phone on the nightstand table next to the bed to order room service.

"I can't. I'm going to be late," she said, slipping off of the couch onto the floor.

She reached underneath the chair and grabbed her boot, tugging it on and zipping it up before standing up again. She tucked strands of her dark hair behind her ears and began collecting his clothes from off the floor where she had ripped them from his body and threw them aside in a sexual frenzy.

It had been such an incredible night. He was incredible but it was back to work now though it was going to be drastically different today than it had been yesterday.

Yesterday, people only had a small inkling that something was happening between the plastic surgeon/sex god Mark Sloan and the young intern known as Little Grey. The fight between Mark and Derek started the rumors and when Mark openly began being nice to her when being nice to interns was something he could never be accused of doing, it only added more fuel to the gossip fire.

Lexie had wanted their relationship to be out in the open instead of being kept hidden within the four walls of his hotel room like some dirty, forbidden secret, but she was already sick and tired of hearing the whispers of the other interns following her wherever she went.

So she did the only logical thing.

She grabbed Mark and kissed him right there in the open, in front of anyone who wanted to see.

He had been shocked but she could tell that he was also already incredibly aroused by her take-charge attitude as he stared at her. When she had walked away, she had felt his molten eyes on her and how all he wanted to do was pull her into the nearest on-call room but after the penis incident, they no longer had their quickie trysts in the hospital – something which made Lexie grateful and yet drove her crazy at the same time.

Short, rushed lovemaking in a call room with anyone listening on the other side of the door – though it was hot and naughty – wasn't what Lexie wanted when she was with Mark. His sex techniques were like his surgeon skills. He liked to be meticulous and take his time, kissing and touching every square inch of her body and he could only do that while they were in his bed at the Archfield, able to take their time with one another.

"You gotta eat," Mark said. "I need you to keep up your strength."

Lexie rolled her eyes and he grinned.

"Is that all you think about?" She asked.

"You know it is."

"And here I was, thinking I was dating such a romantic."

He glanced at the red glowing numbers of the digital clock. "You still have a half hour. You can eat."

"I don't want to be late," Lexie explained, grabbing her coat from where he had tossed it onto the back of the couch the night before. "I don't want to walk into the locker room last and have every single intern staring at me because they will be staring at me enough today as it is and I don't want to make the situation even worse than it already is going to be."

"So kissing me made this suddenly turn into a bad situation?" He asked with a frown.

"No," she instantly denied with a shake of her head. "I will be kissing you the instant I get another chance to no matter who's around but I hate people talking about me. I mean, Megan is pregnant and you and me are still going to be the only thing everyone will be talking about today."

"Who's Megan?"

"An intern." When he stared at her blankly, she almost smiled. "Tall, red-head. Wears glasses. I think she was on your rotation for a week."

Mark took another minute to think about it but then shook his head. "I have no idea who that is. What kind of idiot gets pregnant while still an intern? Doesn't she have enough on her plate?"

"You shouldn't call her an idiot. Things happen. If I was pregnant, would you call me an idiot?" She asked him.

She had spoken without thinking as she sometimes tended to do and Mark had now gone completely still at her words, staring at her, deer-in-the-headlights style, panic seeping into those steel cobalt eyes of his.

"Not that I am pregnant," she quickly scrambled. "Because I'm not. I am so not pregnant. You wear condoms and I take my birth control religiously. I am not pregnant. I promise."

He was still staring at her but his face was no completely blank – no expression whatsoever – and she couldn't tell what he was thinking anymore.

She went to the side of the bed and bending down, pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss. "Will you eat lunch with me today?" She asked.

Mark smirked, which relaxed her entire body upon seeing it.

"Starting the "Sleep with me, Lunch with me" rule again?" He asked.

He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

"No sense in hiding anymore," she murmured against his lips.

"I have that surgery today," he said. "We can eat after that." She nodded and he kissed her again. "Want to scrub in on it with me?"

Yes, she almost answered but instead, she shook her head. "I better not. I scrubbed in with you yesterday. The interns already think you're playing favorites if you pick me two days in a row."

"I am picking favorites. Interns are idiots," he said, his voice growing lower, raspier, and she knew from the sound of it that he was no longer hungry for breakfast.

"I'm an intern," she reminded him as if he forgot.

"You're my intern."

It amazed Lexie just how distracted he could make her just from a few spoken words. But that was exactly what he did to her. He could say one thing and all other thoughts flew from her mind.

He kissed her and she slipped her hands around his shoulders, the short grey hairs on the back of his neck sliding through her fingers. He pulled her closer to him and then maneuvered her body until she was laying down on her back and he was above her, his lips barely leaving hers.

"Mark," Lexie gasped breathlessly, arching her back off of the bed as he latched his lips to the pulse point on her throat.

She was going to be late for rounds. She should push him away and leave as quickly as she could before this escalated more than it already had. She couldn't be late.

Everyone now knew that she had left the hospital the night before with Mark and everyone would assume that their relationship was a sexual one – which was, in fact, putting it lightly considering just how much sex they actually had together. But just because they knew these things, Lexie didn't want to be the center of the gossip mill.

Despite telling herself all of this though, she clung to him and didn't stop him as he kissed her and began peeling her clothes from her body, tossing them carelessly away. She knew that she would have to search for them yet again when they were done.

"You're going to get me in trouble," she whispered breathlessly, her chest panting from his kisses and her body tingling, knowing that there was still much more to come.

He smirked, pushing himself up on his knees and leaning over to retrieve a condom from the box on the nightstand next to the phone.

"Want me to stop so you can go?" He asked.

"I will kill you if you stop."

"I didn't know my girlfriend was so violent."

She smiled upon hearing him say that word and she put her hands on his cheeks, grabbing his head and pulling him down for a hard kiss on the mouth.

And the instant Mark slid into her body, every other thought except him and what they were doing, flew from Lexie's mind.

Being the center of the gossip that day at the hospital suddenly didn't seem all that important to her.

..XX..

She quickly changed her mind though. Sadie was the only one of the interns to not stare at her and then immediately start whispering. She had been assigned to Dr. Hunt that day but as much as she tried to ignore it, it was growing increasingly hard.

"You know it will never last," one intern whispered to another as Lexie and Sadie passed them on the way to the cafeteria to grab a quick bite of lunch. "He didn't get the reputation he did at this hospital by sticking with one woman."

"Woman?" The other one laughed softly. "She's a girl."

Lexie tried to roll her eyes and not have it bother her but she couldn't seem to.

Sadie sighed. "I've decided that I hate people."

"Says a person who wants to become a doctor," Lexie replied, a hint of a smile finally pulling at the corners of her mouth.

"I didn't say I hated patients. I said I hate people," Sadie clarified and Lexie laughed.

"Again. Says a person who wants to become a doctor. Patients are people last time I checked."

"Fine," Sadie sighed again, pretending to be exasperated though she was wearing a bright smile. "I've decided that I hate interns. Except you and me. We're the best."

The cafeteria was crowded and Lexie and Sadie went to stand in one of the lines snaking throughout the room. Lexie's eyes immediately started to scan the people, trying to spot Mark but she didn't see him. The board had said that he was out of surgery but maybe he was with the patient or he had gone back to his office.

"You must tell me one thing though and then I promise that I will never bring it up again," Sadie said and Lexie looked at her, waiting. "Is he as amazing in bed as he seems like he would be?" She asked in a low voice so no one could overhear.

Lexie felt her cheeks flush a bright red but she was unable to keep that wide smile from off her face as she took her time answering. She looked straight ahead, trying to see what the cafeteria was offering that day for lunch, and she felt Sadie staring at her, her eyes narrowing with each passing minute.

She laughed slightly. "Better than amazing," Lexie finally answered.

Sadie burst into a smile too. "I knew it! I mean, just look at him. He is the perfect male specimen."

"Not that you ever will but you should see him naked," Lexie laughed.

"You better be talking about me," Mark said, suddenly appearing behind them, slipping into the line and cutting in front of a group of other interns.

Lexie turned her head and looked up at him, her heart instantly thumping madly in her chest. He was wearing his dark blue scrubs sans white lab coat and just looking at him, she began fantasizing about how long it would take her to get him out of those scrubs so she could feast on the body she was just boasting about.

"Actually, we weren't," Lexie said with a nonchalant shrug, sending a quick smile to Sadie before looking back up at him. "We were talking about Dr. O'Malley."

Mark's eyes narrowed at her. "Not. Funny. Not at all," he said.

She couldn't help but laugh though she tried to stop herself when he clenched his jaw, the muscles twitching in his face.

She made good on her words that she had said earlier in the hotel room. Not caring who was around or what else people would say about it, Lexie pushed herself up on her toes and threw her arms around his neck. His eyes widened in surprise for just a split second before she pressed her lips to his, kissing him. He wound his arms around her waist and she was amazed that he would participate in public displays of affection like this.

"Please don't turn into one of those sickeningly cute couples," Sadie pleaded, almost groaning though there was amusement heard in her tone. "Especially when I'm moments away from eating."

Lexie slowly separated her lips from his and smiled as her eyes instantly locked with his. His face didn't show how pleased he was but his eyes did.

"How was your surgery?" She asked, feeling out of breath.

"What surgery?" Mark asked. "I can't remember."

He kept his arms wrapped around her, her body pressed tightly to his.

"I think we should get lunch to go today," he suggested, his voice husky and it sent shivers down her spine. "I can show you my office."

"I've already seen your office, Dr. Sloan, " Lexie said, pretending that she wasn't following his innuendo.

"Have you seen the couch in my office?" He asked and she laughed. "Because it is a really comfortable couch."

"I bet," she nodded. "What about the "Sleep with me, Lunch with me" rule you promised we would do today?"

Mark smirked and then brushed his lips across her cheek until they were right over her ear. "The only thing I want to eat right now is you."

She didn't have to say anything to that. Through the scrubs she wore, he could feel her body temperature instantly spike and without another word needing to be exchanged, he grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the line.

"What about lunch?" Lexie finally managed to find her voice as he led her from the cafeteria towards the elevator. "And everyone is going to know what we're doing."

"It's not the first time someone's gotten lucky on their lunch at this hospital," he answered, his body tight with his want, his need for her.

"Gotten lucky?" She echoed. "Is that what you're going to be getting?"

"I'm not even going to look at you right now," he informed her, his thumb permanently attached to the up arrow button on the wall, wishing it would make the elevator arrive faster. "If I look at you, I'll do things to you right now that, trust me, you do not want anyone seeing."

"I thought we weren't going to be having sex in the hospital anymore," she teased, extremely entertained at seeing how hard he was trying to control himself.

"We're taking the stairs."

He grasped her hand and she laughed as he pulled her through the door leading to the stairwell.

"I think you want me," she said, following him up the stairs to the upper floor where his office was located.

He hoped he didn't run into anyone. The erection in his scrub pants was becoming painfully obvious – painful in more ways than one.

"I always want you, Lex," he said, now practically growling. "Stop forgetting that."

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A/N: Thanks for reading and please review.

This is going to be an alternate universe. More to come…