Chapter 7:

(Feel free to skip this rant)

First off, I'd like to say that after watching this week's ep, I'm on a real hate parade with this show. Seriously, I am legitimately pissed off. I don't think I'm even watching the next one. Or at least I'm skipping past (SPOILER) Mark sleeping with Callie. I mean, seriously? This is why I hate this show sometimes. Argh. But I did like protective Avery :) That was awesome. And the whole Derek/Christina conversations on the roof were great. I'm very worried about a Lexie/Avery thing popping up, though…I mean, why wasn't April nursing his wounds or whatever? All I can say is I'm worried. Very worried. For everything. …This isn't even going into drunk bar whore Christina…Oh, god.

Onward to happier times:

A/N: Beware if you don't like super sappiness…I went a little overboard here. :) Just so you know, this is why I changed the rating to M; it's my first lemon/sex scene so I hope you're not too disappointed. ;)

Also, if you've ever heard the song "Never Be Ready" by Mat Kearney, (it's amazing) I've been listening to it obsessively, and that's kind of what a bit of this is based off.

Mark can't stop grinning as he carries her through the apartment, her legs wrapped securely around his waist. Lexie kisses his neck, smiling back. He kisses her hair softly.

"Welcome back," he whispers into her once-again brunette locks.

"Hm, thank you," she sighs, pulling back to look into his eyes. As they stare at each other, Mark stops moving, holding her tightly in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Lex, I just need to know," he begins quietly. Before he can finish, though, she puts a hand to his lips.

"Mark, I am sure about this. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. I know what I'm doing here," she says seriously.

"Oh, do you now?" A moment later, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he tosses her lightly onto the bed, amid her shouts of laughter.

"Mark!" She shouts amid her laughter, pulling him down with her.

"Yes, Little Grey?" He asks sweetly, laughing as well. She lies back, tugging him towards her so they're face-to-face.

"I love you," she says simply. He ducks down, kissing her deeply. When he pulls away, she's almost sure she can see tears in his eyes.

"I love you," he responds.

"I'm glad we finally agree on something," she smiles, licking her lips lightly.

"I can think of other things we agree on," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss her lips. She happily opens her mouth for him as his tongue slips between her parted lips, exploring her mouth. They kiss softly for a time before Lexie puts her hands on his shoulders, shifting her weight so they roll to the side, putting her on top.

"Did you really mean that about Plastics?" He asks suddenly, leaning back against the pillows and looking up at her.

"What?"

"What you said, implying that I don't save lives," he quotes, watching her expression. "Well, you didn't really imply it…," he corrects himself.

"Mark," she murmurs. "Come on," she says, leaning down and taking his face in her hands, kissing him deeply. When she pulls away, he smiles at her. Neither of them speaks for a moment until—

"So what did you really mean?"

"Oh my god, seriously?" Lexie asks, falling backwards till her head hits the bedspread. "Are you really going to interrogate me about this? Now?"

"Not unless you can think of something you'd rather we were talking about."

"I'd rather we didn't talk," she says with a smile sitting back up and kissing him again. He grins up at her, his mind flooding with memories. She lifts her hands up, pulling her blouse over her head, leaving her only in her jeans and a lacey purple bra.

"Jesus, Lex," he moans, looking up at her. She just smiles down at him, leaning down to kiss along the length of his jaw, her lips coming in contact with his beard, making for an extremely sensual feeling. He hands circle around her waist, pulling her tighter to him, never wanting to let go. Her lips travel along his jaw line until they meet his own lips; he kisses her enthusiastically and he smiles into the kiss when he feel her tongue exploring his mouth. He moves his hands up her sides, travelling to her back. He quickly unhooks her bra and she moves her arms so he can slip it off her body. Mark tosses her bra across the room, taking her beautiful face in his hands and shifting upwards, so they're in a sitting position.

"I love you, Lex," he rasps, looking into her eyes.

"And I love you," she responds, taking his hand and putting it over her heart. Feeling her heartbeat, Mark takes her hand in his and presses her hand against his chest. Their two hearts beat rapidly, excited with arousal, love, and desire. They keep the same time, and Mark and Lexie know that this is it. This is them. They sit there for a moment, feeling each other's heartbeats and just relishing in the closeness and togetherness of this one perfect moment.

Soon, though, Lexie's hands wander impatiently to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently. He ducks his head, helping her pull it off. Now that they're both shirtless, Mark leans forward, letting her lie on her back gently. He kisses her sweetly on the lips before moving downwards. He kisses her cheeks, chin, and neck before his lips brush along her breasts.

"Mark," she moans, looking down at him. He grins up at her, kissing a soft path to her right breast. He envelops her hardened nipple within his mouth, sucking on it expertly. His other hand wanders to the left, rubbing and plucking her other rosy nipple between his fingers.

"Oh, god," she groans as he switches sides, his mouth now licking along her left breast, giving the same treatment with his hands to her right nipple. "What you do to me…"

"It's magical, right?" He says mockingly, grinning like an idiot up at her as he removes his mouth and hand from her breasts. He kisses and sucks back up to her face, looking in her eyes.

"You're such a dork," she says, taking his face between her hands.

"Ah, but a dork you love," he whispers against her lips. She doesn't say anything, just kisses him harder in response. Her hands drift from his face down to his muscles chest, exploring along his pecs and abs. When her hands meet the hem of his jeans, she works quickly to unbutton and undo the zipper at the front of his pants.

Mark breaks the kiss for a moment to pull of his pants before pulling her towards him, kissing down to her stomach. He kisses along a ticklish strip of skin below her belly button, causing Lexie to giggle despite her deep state of arousal. His hands follow his lips, unbuttoning her pants just as quickly. He leans back, pulling the jeans from her body quickly before yanking her towards him.

She yelps in surprise, but is quickly cut off as his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss. They kiss enthusiastically, her hands cupping his face as she wraps her legs around his waist. He kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and kisses her swollen nipples lightly before travelling lower. He leans her backwards so she can lay on her back as he kisses down towards her center, stopping only when he meets the flimsy excuse she's wearing for panties.

"Where'd you get these, Lex?" He murmurs into her skin, arching his eyebrows at her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She smirks, doing her best to control the aroused flush in her cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her skin.

"Mm, I would," he murmurs, kissing down to the panties in question till he meets her damp center. Her body jerks towards him as his lips come in contact with her clit, sucking through the thin fabric.

"Jesus!" She yells, looking down at him.

"Excited, are we?" He grins up at her.

"God, you have no idea," she moans, running her hands through his hair.

"I think I have some idea," he says, pushing his boxer-clad erection towards her leg.

"Maybe you do," she says sweetly, smiling down at him. Not a second later, Mark has pulled her panties down her legs and his head had resumed its place, nestled between her thighs, licking softly along her slit. He tastes her leisurely, missing this so much, before he moves his hand to slowly slip one finger inside of her molten core. Lexie hisses loudly, her hands raking across his skull in desperation.

"More," she moans, jerking her hips towards him. He adds another finger, thrusting them inside of her.

"Fuck, Lex, you're so tight," he moans, thrusting his fingers harder within her as she groans in pleasure. A second later, he's removing his fingers to lick along her slit, tasting her juices. "And so wet," he says seductively. Its all Lexie can do not to fall apart at the sound of his hoarse voice, but she manages to contain herself. Mark is watching her, though, and he won't have it.

He thrusts three fingers within her core now, smiling as she cries out in gratification. It's not enough, though, he realizes, and he leans down to suck on her clit.

"Fuck, Mark," she yells, her back arching involuntarily towards him. He can feel her legs shiver beneath him, and he knows she's close. Determined, he thrusts his fingers harder within her and flicks his tongue softly against her clit, tasting her juices as they flow over his hand. She comes like a freight train as he ever-so-slightly grazes his teeth against her over-sensitized nub.

"Oh, god! Mark, Mark, Mark," she shouts, her walls tightening in release around his mouth and fingers. He removes his hand from her core, gives her slit one last, long, lick and then moves back up her body to kiss her hard on the mouth.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that, Lex," he murmurs into her lips.

"Mm, you have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that, Mark," she whispers back, tasting herself on his lips. Breaking their kiss, she closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against his as the two try to catch their breath. When she opens her eyes, they're a shade darker, blackened with lust.

"Remember what you taught me?" Lexie asks seductively, pushing him backwards onto the bed.

"God, I could never forget," he moans, watching with anticipation as she slinks down his body, kissing her way down his musculature.

"Jesus Christ, Lex," he groans as she pulls his boxers down his legs, allowing his erection to spring free. She wraps one small, warm hand around his large and hot cock, rubbing it gently.

"Damn, you're hard," she murmurs, feeling herself getting wet all over again.

"Shit, Lexie," he mutters, knowing that she knows what it does to him when she talks like that. His hands grip the sheets around him in anticipation, knowing what's coming next.

She takes his penis in her one hand, leaning down to give its head a tentative lick, spreading his precum. Mark hisses swear words as she flips her hair, leaning toward his body to go down on him. When her lips come in full contact with his erection, Mark does everything in his power not to buck his hips up towards her mouth. He grips the sheets tightly, his mind devoid of all thought except how much he's missed this.

Missed her.

Her lips enclose tightly over his cock, sucking as hard as she can while her hands spread over his abdomen, helping to hold his body in place. She removes her mouth for a moment, simply licking up and down his length before taking his whole erection within her mouth.

"Fuck, Lex," Mark groans, watching her. It's intensely erotic; feeling and seeing what she's doing to him. She looks up at him, and he knows there's a smug look in her eyes. "You never needed me to teach you anything," he grunts, and he can feel her lips quirk upwards around his hardness.

He knows she relishes being able to reduce him to incoherent sentences with the pleasure she can give him. He looks up to the ceiling, groaning at the bombardment of sensations. Since he's looking away, he's caught completely off-guard as she scrapes her teeth against the sides of his cock, causing him to come immediately.

"LEXIE!" He bellows, shocked by the intense force of his orgasm. She swallows him instantaneously, giving his erection one last lick before sliding up his body.

"God damn, Little Grey," he murmurs, still short of breath as he kisses her deeply. "You really know what you're doing down there."

She smiles into the kiss, and he can feel more than hear her laughter through the vibrations shared between their molded lips. He grins back, too happy to be with her to know what to think. Mark slips his tongue within her mouth, sweeping within and dueling with her own tongue. He pulls back as her tongue slips into his mouth and he hoists her up, trying to get closer and closer.

"Mark, please," Lexie whispers, positioning her wet core close, oh, so close, to his throbbing erection. He takes her hand, enclosing it within his, and in one fluid motion, he slides himself into her. They both moan contentedly at the ultimate intimacy, each other's names falling from their lips. He continues thrusting into her, never breaking contact with her eyes or her hand. His other hand travels to her neck, drawing her closer for a kiss.

"Harder," Lexie moans into his lips. He obliges her, thrusting as deeply as he can. He knows he's hit her sweet spot when her breath starts coming in gasps. She's so close, and so is he. He hand moves from her neck down to her clit, squeezing it gently. Lexie's breath starts and stops again, and her hand goes down to meet him. They pleasure her together, their hands intertwined beside them and within them. She flicks her core as he squeezes her clit, and she closes her eyes, knowing her orgasm is only mere seconds away.

"MARK," she screams a second later as she comes, lurching forward to kiss him soundly on the lips. Mark yells her name as he comes, emptying himself inside of her, but his voice is lost within the fire of their kiss.

Afterwards, they lay together, entwined and exhausted. Lexie is curled up on his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. They're both awake, but too tired and happy to move. Every few minutes he'll kiss her hair or she'll squeeze his hand, just to make sure the other is still there. And even though everything's been resolved, there's still one things nagging in the back of Mark's brain. He knows he shouldn't break this perfect moment they're sharing, but…

"So…" Mark starts casually. "About that conversation we were having earlier…"

"My GOD, will you just give up?" Lexie laughs, looking up at him. "Mark," she says slowly. "No, I did not mean what I said. I was angry and wanting revenge. I think you're an amazing doctor and yes, you do save lives. You don't just fix people, you give patients a reason to keep going—you rehabilitate burn victims, successfully complete facial transplants, reattach babies' arms and do plenty of other things that I'm sure no other surgeon could," she tells him, meaning every word.

He breaks his thoughtful mask with a smug smirk. "Please, keep going."

"You're an ass." She glares at him, but they both know her tone is loving. She rolls over, laying her head on a pillow but still holding his hand within hers. "Mind if I shower?" She asks gently, glancing towards him.

"Yes," Mark murmurs, tugging on her hand. She arches her eyebrows at him. "I don't want you going anywhere."

"I'm just going to the shower," she chuckles.

"Still," he says, leaning over to kiss her. "It's too far."

"You're pathetic," she giggles, getting up.

"That's my line," he says, rolling over to follow her movements with his eyes.

"Not anymore," she responds, glancing back as she approaches his closet, looking for a towel. He used to keep them in there all the time, but since she moved out…Lexie smiles as she opens the door. They're still there.

"Lex, why don't you…" Mark starts nervously, having forgot what's inside. She's searching for a towel, but before she finds anything, a vibrant red catches her eye and she reaches forward to pull the garment off the hanger. Mark doesn't wear bright red…

"…Check in the bathroom," he finishes lamely as she pulls her red blouse out of his closet. She studies it, confused. She glances back to the corner of his closet where she uncovered it, finding a purple turtleneck and a dark blue blouse. Three articles of women's clothing. Three articles of clothing Lexie thought she'd lost when she moved out.

"You kept all these?" She asks, looking from the closet back to him.

"I, uh…"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, her back to him, examining the clothes. She recognizes the turtleneck from the night she asked him to teach her…And the blue blouse was from when he'd stayed at her house for the first night, after telling her they couldn't ever see each other again. Remembering all of this cause her to smile widely, surprised that he'd remembered it as well.

"Well, I…Wait, are you mad?" "No, no," she reassures him. "I just…I can't believe you…kept all this."

"Why not?" He asks softly.

"Well, I just…I figured you'd have given it back to me. You know I've been looking for this shirt for months?" She asks excitedly, pulling on the red blouse. He grins, remembering the failed surprise party for Arizona.

"Sorry," he says.

"No, it's…" She turns around to face him. "I'm just surprised you remembered, is all."

"Remembered what?" He asks gently, looking at her.

"What happened each time I was wearing these shirts. That's why you didn't give them back, isn't it?" She asks softly, glancing to him. He doesn't say anything, so she holds up the purple one. "This is from when—"

"You asked me to teach you," he fills in, smiling. She nods, holding up the blue one. "And this is when—"

"I asked you if you wanted to go to Denver with me," he chuckles. "Had to explain that one a bit, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I remember," she answers. "I had no idea what you were talking about at first, but then I realized. And I believed."

"Believed what?" "Believed that we were together—in the loosest sense of the word at the time. But now I know it means more—it means we'll really last."

"We will, Lex," he says softly, looking into her eyes. "We will."

"I know," she smiles down at him. She turns to put the three shirts back from where she found them. "You know," she beings offhandedly, "You're not the only one who kept things."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," she chuckles. "You, um, you left a shirt in the attic one time, and you didn't have time to find it before you had to go so—" "—So I left in just my jacket," he finishes, smiling. "I remember." He rubs his chin for a moment, reminiscing. "Thanks for that, by the way. It was freezing."

"Well, it's not like I found it and hid it," Lexie defends herself. "I noticed it a couple days later, under the bed. And besides, just a t-shirt wouldn't have helped against the cold much."

"And you didn't give it back because…?"

"I could ask you the same question," she grins, glancing pointedly to his closet.

"You first."

"Fine," she says, rolling her eyes. "Well, it was back before we had told anyone, let alone were that serious…I just…" She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "We were so secretive, you know? I think I wanted some proof that it wasn't all in my head."

"It's not," he reassures her, standing up and kissing her softly on the lips. "This is real. This is true."

"Good," she smiles. "Because I wasn't planning on thinking anything else."

He watches her expression for a moment before giving into a nagging thought in the back of his mind. "What did you used to think we'd do?"

"Hm?"

"Before. You said that you used to love me, used to think we would do…something…but you stopped talking. What were you going to say?"

She shifts so she can look at his face, gauge his reaction. "I used to think we'd be together forever," she whispers, almost shy. He doesn't say anything, simply staring at her. "I know," she scoffs after a moment, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Its naïve and stupid and immature, but—"

He cuts her off, putting a finger to her lips, something he'd done once before, so long ago.

"I don't think it's stupid, or naïve, or immature," he argues softly. "I think it's the truth."

She smiles tentatively back, and the couple stands there silently for a moment before he reaches behind her for two towels from the closet. "Shower?"

"Definitely," she grins, taking his hand and heading to the bathroom.

*the end*

Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who's stuck with me through all this. Since I started writing it, I was hoping I'd finish…Now that I did, it feels great. ;) I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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theeyedoesnotSEE