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"You're going to be fine," Mark's voice came from the half-litten bathroom.

"It's my last night here and you're busy shaving?" her voice was full of distress and disbelief.

"I know you hate my stubble," he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his mouth with a hand towel. "And I want you to kiss me fully when I say goodbye to you tomorrow."

"You'll miss me, right?" she looked so fragile, sitting on their bed. He walked over and joined her.

"Of course I'll miss you," he smiled as he pulled her so that she was on top of him. He looked up at her and kissed her slowly.

"I'll miss you too."

"Why can't you just take your internship here in New York?" he sighed as he stared at her face, trying to memorize it before they part their ways.

"Cos' they all know you here," she reminded him. "And Mom has a house in Seattle."

"So what if they know me," he shrugged as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"You know why..." she smiled. "Being the wife of New York's best plastic surgeon wouldn't do me any good, they'd all think I get everything because of my connections."

"Does it matter? We both know you're good, in fact, you're the best too."

"We're just about to find that out, sweetie."

"You promise not to get drunk, right? Cos' I won't be there to take you home safely."

"I promise," she nodded with a soft chuckle. "And you promise not to get drunk too?"

"I'll try," he smiled widely as he kissed her completely and made love to her for one last time.

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-review, please?-

This is my 2nd GA fic, yay me!