Author's Note: I know, I know I have no business starting a new story. But I'm so in the need of Slexie happiness. I have had this idea for a couple years now, and I finally decided to write it. If you read, please review.

Near to You

Mark Sloan thought back at the different names he had been called by women after sex. Amazing. King. Fantastic. Astounding. Astonishing. Sex God. Then he thought of the names those same women called him after he didn't call. Asshole. Jerk. -whore. Heartless. He had never thought much about it. He knew they were probably right.

But after seeing Addison Forbes Montgomery and Alex Karev sneak of the on call room he was sure one of those names was untrue. He wasn't heartless. He couldn't be heartless. He swore he felt his heart break when he saw Addison leave the on call room only moments after Karev. He quickly recognized the signs. The small smile that played on her lips. Her hair was hair was frazzled and out of place. The 'I just go laid' grin Karev was sporting confirmed his suspicions.

He looked down at his feet, suddenly knowing what all those women he had screwed and dumped had felt. And it didn't feel good.

Lexie Grey was having a bad day. Scratch that. She was having a terrible week. She had never felt so lost. Her mother was dead. She had talked to her three days earlier, telling her to go to the doctor because her hiccups just wouldn't stop. And now she was dead. Three days ago Lexie felt like she was punched in the gut and she still couldn't breathe.

She never felt so lost. And she needed to get out of the house. Her father crying over a bottle of scotch was becoming too much.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye as he walked past. She took notice immediately. It would have been hard to. The man was gorgeous. His salt and pepper hair was the first think she noticed. Then the scruff of his beard. Even under his long sleeved black shirt she could see his arms and chest were well defined. Grabbing her purse off the table, she followed him to the bar. "Hi." She greeted him with a small smile, leaning against the bar.

His blue eyes looked with her before he scanned her body, "Hi."

"Can I buy you a drink?" Lexie asked before the anxiety of rejection stopped her. Her breath hitched as she waited for an answer. Her palms began to sweat and she began to almost worry about how hard her heart was beating.

The man smirked, "You're forward." He signaled the bartender to come over.

She smiled instead of crying, "Bad day. I get to forward today." She took the seat next to him, placing her purse on the bar in front of her. She brushed some hair behind her ear she looked over at him.

"I've had a bad day too." He admitted. "I'm going to say no to you buying me a drink, but I will buy you one."

"What will it be Mark?" Lexie looked up at the bartender, who stood in front of the man, whose name was apparently Mark.

"I'll just have a Heineken, Joe." Mark gestured towards Lexie, "And whatever she wants."

"A rum and coke please?" Lexie requested.

Joe nodded, "Coming right up."

Lexie adjusted herself on her bar stool. "Thank you." She thanked Joe as he handed her her drink order. She took a drink before looking back at Mark, "Thank you for the drink…" She paused, "Lexie." Lexie introduced herself, holding out her hand.

"Mark." He shook her hand. "And you're welcome." He took a swig of his beer, while studding her features. She was beautiful. She had large soft brown eyes and her brunette locks flowed just past her shoulders. She was dressed rather nice for just being out at the bar. She was wearing a simple black dress with a pair of dress shoes and silver necklace that had a delicate cross charm that just above her cleavage. "So, you're having a bad day? Wanna talk about it?"

Lexie shook her head before taking a drink. "No. What about you?" She asked him. "You want to talk about your bad day?"

"Nope." Mark fell silent, taking another drink of his beer.

"So you live here? Or are you just visiting?"

Mark was not sure how to answer that question. He had been working at Seattle Grace for about six months now yet he still had no permanent residence. He was still living in a room at the Archfield Hotel. "Just visiting." He told her. It wasn't really a lie. Half of his possessions were still in New York in a storage facility. "What about you?"

"I was born here, but I've been living in Boston for the past four years. Presently, I am moving back." She stirred her drink with her straw. "Where are you from?"

"New York." Mark looked over his shoulder when he heard the front entrance of the bar open, he nearly groaned out loud when he saw Addison walk in, "Do you want to get out of here?" He asked. "My hotel room is only a couple blocks from here. We can drink at the bar there. It's a lot quieter there."

Lexie nodded, "Sure. I would love to get out of here." Mark threw a five and one dollar bill on the bar and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the back entrance, so Addison wouldn't see him. He couldn't deal with anymore of her drama.

"So I take it your bad day had something to do with that woman." Lexie said after a few moments of silence as they walked to his hotel room.

"What woman?" Mark asked he looked over at her to see her shiver from the cold breeze of night. "Come here." He took his arm around hers and pulled her closer against him. "You look cold."

Lexie smiled sheepishly, "Thanks…I'm always cold. Especially my hands and feet. They are always freezing." She half leaned against him while they walked. "And I was talking about the red head. She came in and you wanted to leave." She ran her fingers through her hair as the wind blew it out place. "Is she why you are having a bad day?"

Mark looked down at her, surprised she actually did seem genuinely concerned and curious. "That was Addison. She cheated on me." And aborted my baby, he thought, but didn't say it out loud, deciding it would be best to leave that part out.

"I thought she looked like a bitch." She nudged him, while giving him a small smile.

Mark laughed, "Thank you for that." He opened one of the glass doors leading into the Archfeild for Lexie, "So we could either have a few drinks at the bar or I have some beer in the mini fridge in my room. It's up to you."

"Let's go to your room." Lexie was surprised with herself. She wanted him. She really wanted him. She never had a one night stand before. She knew if they ended up in bed together that is what it would be. He didn't live Seattle and she did, so most likely she would never see him again. "Is that okay with you?"

Mark nodded, "Of course." They walked together to the elevator, "So you know why I'm having bad day…Why are you?" He asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator it made its way to the 15 floor.

"My mom died a few days ago." She told him, looking down, "Today was her funeral." She didn't look at him in the eye, in fear she would burst into tears.

"I'm sorry." He told her as the elevator doors opened. He took her hand and led her to his hotel room. "Was she sick? Or was it unexpected?"

"Unexpected." Lexie answered. "Honestly it still doesn't really feel real. We put in her the ground today. I guess it just hasn't really sunk it yet." She explained.

"My mom died a couple of years ago." Mark confessed. "It wasn't unexpected though. She had breast cancer for two years before she died." He used his key card to open his hotel room door.

"I'm sorry." Lexie told him as she walked into his hotel room. "It must have been hard to see her so sick. I'm glad I didn't have to see my mom suffer."

Mark shrugged, "My parents and me aren't exactly close. It was sad when she died, I just…" He paused, "We weren't close." He wasn't sure why he just told her that. He barely ever talked about his relationship with his mother or her death with anyone. Not even Derek. "Were you close to your mom?" He grabbed two beers out of the mini fridge.

Lexie nodded, "Yeah I was." She nearly laughed, "It is so weird to talk about her in past tense." Mark opened the twist top of one of the beers and handed it to her, then opened his own. "Thank you." There was a moment of silence as they both took a drink from their beer. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye; she took a deep breath, deciding to make her move. Her fingers went to his cheek, as she leaned in and kissed him.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he kissed her back. But then he pulled back, "Are you sure?"

Lexie nodded, "Yes." She kissed him again as her hand grabbed him over his jeans. He moaned he lay back on the couch and Lexie climbed on top of him, pressing herself against his crotch. His hand snaked its way down her back and up her dress, he flipped her around, so she was beneath him. He pulled up her dress before his hand found her panties. Even with them on he could feel the heat and moister from between her thighs.

Over the fabric of her underwear his thumb caressed the spot between her thighs. She moaned his name loudly before he thumbs hooked themselves around the waist band of her panties and pulled them down to just bellow her knees. "Mark!" She cried out when two of his fingers found their way into her very wet pussy. Her back arched as he continued to pump his fingers, occasionally scissoring them.

Her finger dug into his shoulder when his fingers twisted and curled inside her wetness. Lexie screamed in surprise mixed with pleasure when he suddenly added a third digit. "Mar…k!" She moaned loudly when he began to wiggle his fingers inside her.

She was close. He knew this was true when her eyes closed, her breathing quickened and every muscle in her body seemed to tighten. He dipped his head down as his thumb pressed against her clit. He removed one finger and replaced it with his tongue. "Ahh!" Lexie moaned and arched her back as came.

Mark sucked Lexie's juices off his fingers before climbing back on top of her, kissing on her on the lips. His chest resting against hers as she seemed to struggle to catch her breath. "Wow…" She propped herself up on her elbows, "You are really good at that." She sat up, her fingers tangled into his hair as she pulled him into a kiss.

Slowly, he pulled away, "So I've been told." He told her with a smirk.

She said nothing as she turned slightly, so her back was facing him. "Can you unzip me?" She asked, moving her hair out of the way.

"Gladly." His fingers caressed her back as he pulled down her zipper, Lexie stood up and her dress fell into a pool around her feet. She shimmied down her panties, stepping out of them. Now she stood in just her bra.

"You're wearing too many clothes…" She startled his lap, each knee on either side of him. Her hands went to his shirt and she pulled it off over his head. Her hands trailed down his pecks then down to his rock hard abs. Her hands stopped at the sides of his waist as she leaned in to kiss him again.

His hands went to the small of her back then trailed up to the back of her bra. He quickly unclipped the back of her bra and pulled it off. His hands went to her breast, squeezing them softly. "You have nice boobs." He told her as he took a hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinched lightly. Lexie moaned into their kiss.

His hands went to her ass lifting her as he stood up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was thankful that his bed was close. He felt as if his erection was going to burst out of his jeans, which grew much tighter in the past ten minutes. He placed her on the bed before he quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. He kicked them off as he climbed on to bed where Lexie was waiting for him.

"I want you." Lexie whispered, as she grabbed his hard cock. Mark moaned as she rubbed it, her thumb brushing its head, removing a line of pre cum. He moaned again when she popped her thumb her mouth, sucking off his cum.

"I want you." He told her, kissing her neck and parting her thighs. He locked his eyes with hers as he pushed the head of his cock into her slit. Lexie moaned as she arched her back, in effort to push more of him inside her. "Fuck." He cursed as he felt her tightness around his cock for the first time.

"Harder…" Lexie requested in a moan, "Please!" She cried out when he complied. "Mark!" She lifted her ass from the bed, pushing him deeper inside.

"Lex!" Mark moaned, and he stopped thrusting for a moment, before slowing his pace, knowing if he continued he would cum before she did. "You need to stop that…I don't want to cum before you." He told her, before kissing her neck, his beard tickling her collar bone.

She moaned his name in response. "So close. So so so so close." She cried out when Mark's cock hit that certain spot. "MARK!" She screamed again as her hands shot to the bed sheets grabbing them so hard her knuckles began to turn white.

"Fuck." Mark cursed again as he buried his head between her neck and shoulder as he felt her vaginal walls squeeze around his cock. He couldn't take it anymore and released himself deep inside her with a grunt. He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. He kissed her naked collar bone before resting his head on the pillow next to her.

The only sound between the two, before they both fell asleep was the sound of them catching their breaths.

Lexie woke up early the next morning. She looked over at Mark, who was still sleeping. She quietly and slowly sat up and slipped out the bed. She tiptoed to her purse, collecting her clothes on the way. She opened her purse and fished out her cell phone. She sighed as she looked on it. Two miss calls from her father, three from Molly, and two voicemails.

She looked back at a sleeping Mark, deciding not to wake him up. As quiet as possible she got dressed. She noticed the Archfield stationary near the TV, deciding to leave him a note. She thought a few moments before writing him a quick not.

I had and I didn't want to wake you up. Thank you for last night. I was amazing.


She then jotted down her phone number below her name.

She wasn't surprised when he didn't call.

It was two days later when Lexie started her intern year at Seattle Grace Hospital. She was only there for a half an hour she made a complete idiot of herself in front of Meredith, the half-sister she only found out about a few years late.

She sighed as she pushed the Pepsi button on the Pepsi machine a few hours later. She bent down and grabbed the can of soda from the machine. She looked up as she opened the can and felt her jaw literally drop in surprise.

She saw him at the same time he saw her. She knew her expression matched his. They both had the same deer caught in the headlights look, both thinking the same thing…

What. The. Fuck?

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