Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or it's characters.
Dr. Mark Sloan sat in his lonely hotel room while flipping the tv channels absentmindedly. It was a Friday night and he wasn't on call for the whole weekend. Normally he would be at Joe's trying to pick up a woman to scratch what was becoming a permanent and unconquerable itch.
'I'm sitting home alone like some depressed teenage girl' he thought.
If he was being honest with himself, he was a little scared of going to Joe's. He didn't think he could trust himself not to go near Little Grey. It was frustrating. Self-restraint was not something he was familiar with.
There was a knock at the door.
He thought that as long as he was acting like a depressed girl, he might as well eat like one.
He pulled open the door 'It's about tim-' he then frowned 'You're not room service. Little Grey, what are you doing here?'
Suddenly he panicked. Little Grey should not be here. Not in little (no, BIG), big Sloan's empty hotel room.
Lexie walked in nervously wringing her hands.
'I just wanted to tell you that you did an amazing job today. It was like a miracle! You were able to make that woman talk again!'
Mark nodded 'Yes, I know. I was there.'
Lexie smiled 'Of course you were' and then laughed in that cute, breathless way she did when she was nervous.
'No. Not cute' he scolded himself.
Mark closed the door behind him even though warning bells were ringing in his head. But he couldn't help it; he was curious.
'Curiosity killed the cat' he though humorlessly, 'So you came all the way over here just to tell me how amazing I am? Something I already know?'
'That's not why I came here.'
Mark's heart began to pound in his chest as she pulled her jacket off, revealing a tight purple tank top.
'I came here because I want you Dr Sloan.'
Mark felt his throat go dry at the look of mischief in her eyes. Who was this sexy confident woman and what did she do with Lexie Grey?
'I think you need to leave.'
He moved to open the door when it was like he was suddenly paralyzed. In a single motion, Lexie pulled off her shirt and was now standing in just her jeans and a bra. He snapped out of her spell when he watched her hands move towards the bra clasp, which was teasingly in between her breasts. On instinct, he rushed toward her and held her hands to stop them from completing their task. If that bra came off, it would be the end of him.
'Underwear stays on'
After a couple seconds, Mark's hands felt like they were on fire. Looking down, he realized that he had not removed his hands from Lexie's chest. He quickly pulled away, causing Lexie to smirk.
'They don't bite you know.' Lexie wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest up against his 'I've wanted you for so long.'
'No. You want O'Malley...'
'O'Malley's just a boy. What I need is a man.' She smiled 'A man like you.'
Mark leaned in to smell for alcohol, which looking back, probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. Lexie took his movement as a form of consent and softly pressed her lips against his.
He wasn't surprised to feel that her lips were warm and soft against his. They felt better than he had ever imagined. Mark parted his lips to exhale and Lexie deftly slipped her tongue through the small opening. He moaned as her velvet tongue softly began to massage his. The next thing he felt was her hands move underneath his shirt, tracing lazy circles across his abdomen. Cradling her face in his hand, Mark softly pulled on her left earlobe and he continued the assault on her lips.
'That feels good' she moaned as he kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her cinnamon shampoo.
'Little Grey was even sweeter than he imagined'
Little Grey. The nickname caused a slight opening in the fog he was quickly slipping into. He was not supposed to be touching Little Grey. He was not supposed to be kissing Little Grey and he definitely knew Little Grey's hand should not continue it's journey south.
Mark abruptly took a couple steps back 'I'm your boss' he gasped out.
Lexie slowly sauntered over to him and let her hands rest lightly on his chest.
'Then teach me Dr. Sloan. I was a bit slow in sex education.'
He tried. He really tried as hard as he could to put some distance between them but the minute he looked down, he was a goner. How did he never notice how beautiful she was? Cheeks and lips stained red from kissing. Dark brown hair messy from running his fingers through it. But it was the warm chocolate eyes that broke the last of his willpower. Who did Derek think he was? Mark Sloan was no saint. Why should this girl be any different from the countless others? They were both consenting adults fully aware of the consequences of sex.
The tension that had been flowing through his body since she walked through the door, seemed to vanish. With the tension gone, his confidence began to fill his veins. He smirked back at Lexie and suddenly felt like he wasn't lost anymore. Seducing a woman was familiar territory.
'Luckily for you, that was a subject I was very good at'
'How good?' Mark laughed deeply and swept her into his arms.
'I wrote the book.'
Lexie pressed her lips to his ears and whispered 'Dr. Sloan.....Dr. Sloan.....DR SLOAN!...'
Nothing Else Matters by Metallica