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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Rating: R
Pairing: Mark and Lexie
Timeline: The day after All By Myself
Previous Chapter: Ch 1 - Unlocking Doors

The Demise Of The Dirty Mistresses Club



Ch 2 - Learning But Not Knowing

The interns yawned sleepily though pre-rounds, each gathering every scrap of information about their respective resident’s patients that they could find. Since Sadie’s botched appendectomy, rounds were conducted formally. Though no one in their class would admit it, they lived in fear of screwing-up, when called upon to present, so they showed up early and usually stayed late.

Thanks to her unusual memory, Lexie didn’t have to scrambling for medical knowledge, as a number of her peers did. All she needed to do was check for updates and verify results. It left her with time to contemplate the ramifications of the information she had stored in her vast intellect. At least that was what she told herself she was doing, as she leaned against the counter, sipping the last of the coffee Mark had given her that morning.

She bit her lip to keep from grinning, as she thought about him. Mark, she mentally repeated his given name. It reminded her of the scratch of his beard as his mouth moved over her skin and the expressions that had flashed unexpectedly across his face as they’d…they’d… She still couldn’t put a name to what they’d done the night before and that bothered her. With a quick shake of her head, she took one last swallow of the now cold coffee and tossed the paper container in the recycle bin. It wouldn’t due to have Dr. Yang catch her daydreaming she chided herself.
Dr. Hunt borrowed Lexie from Cristina for the day. He’d discovered the intern had not only passed her Advanced Cardiovascular Life Support class, but that she was certified to teach it. She was perfect to participate in a pet project of his. He was adding First Years to each of the five Code Teams. Up until now, they had consisted of a second year surgical and anesthesia resident, and the ‘on call’ respiratory therapist. If Owen Hunt had his way, very shortly there would be interns added into the mix.

Lexie wasn’t sure if she should be happy to be removed from Yang for the day, or terrified at being the lone representative of her class. If she did well, others from her group would be brought on board, if not…well…if the challenging glint in Dr. Hunt’s eyes was anything to go by, failure was not an option.

Hunt had them running stairs with crash bags and doing practice drills until Alex Karev, Tom Middleton from anesthesia, Merna Soyer from respiratory, and Lexie were exhausted. The new Trauma attending made sure that each of them did their assigned job flawlessly. Then he went back over everything, having them do each other’s jobs.

Lexie never realized how large Seattle Grace was, or how much its interconnecting halls resembled a large rat maze, until that day. She was an active person. All through college and medical school she’d run and practiced yoga. She still did, every chance she got, but by mid-afternoon, her legs shook and her thighs ached as she dashed up the steps to the ninth floor carrying a twenty-five pound bag. She knew when she got there; they would each be doing hundreds of chest compressions on STAN. Just the though of it made her back and shoulders cramp.

The exacting drills forced her to keep her mind on her work, with no time for reminiscing. Though when she took stairs two at a time, or bent in a certain direction, her body reminded her that she’d spent the previous night in Mark Sloan’s bed. Each time it happened, it was as if it was a new thought. She wanted to linger on the memories and hold them close as she savored the slight pain in feminine muscles that hadn’t been used in far too long.

She wasn’t sure how she’d found the nerve to go to his hotel the night before but she was very glad she had, even if he wasn’t the kind who…never…well…she shook herself, that was where the dangerous, distracting memories lay. She’d heard the rumors about him. He was a one-night stand type of guy, even if she wasn’t usually that type of girl. So what if she got a funny little catch in her stomach thinking about him? She refused to let her emotions make a fool of her.

Dr. Hunt finally sent them on their way at 10:00 pm, with a reminder that the new Code Team call schedule would be posted on Monday. Lexie only nodded. Her arms, legs and hands hurt and she could hardly stand up straight. She was moving slowly through the dimmed corridors on her way to the locker room when she bumped into Mark coming out of surgery.

“Hi.” She smiled.

“Little Grey.” He nodded and began to move around her.

“That’s all you have to say?” She looked up at him with big brown eyes that caught at his chest and reminding him of a long list of things he had no business knowing. Like the fact that there was an enticing beauty mark under her left breast and that her nipples were so sensitive that he’d been able to make her climax without touching her anywhere else. He knew what his name sounded like as it tumble from her lips, when she was on the edge of passion and how she gasped it raggedly as she exploded into a million pieces in his arms …thinking about the night before made him want to tumble her to the floor and take her again and again until he had his fill of her.

He shook his head to clear it of memories. He couldn’t go on like that – mooning over a girl. That was not how Mark Sloan conducted his life. The women swooned over him, not the other way around.

“What do you want me to say, Lexie?” He didn’t like confrontations, they always got messy with emotions flung every-which-way, but he knew there was no getting out of this one, at least not if he wanted to cut her from his life before she wised up and cut him from hers.

“I…I don’t know.” She watched his face harden as she searched for words. “I guess I don’t want what happened to change the way we conduct ourselves at work.”

“You don’t?” He eyebrows rose coolly. “How very mature of you.” Mark knew he was being rude, but she was stealing his lines and he didn’t like it. They sounded much better when he said them.

“Well…yes…we were two consenting adults…” As she said it, she was rocked with the memory of his touch, the feel of his skin and the taste of his mouth.

That was his line, damnit. Didn’t the girl know the rules? Things were going to get messy, very messy. Mark decided it would be better to continue their discussion in private, despite the late hour and quiet halls. He gripped her arm and ducked into an empty room with her in tow.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, Dr. Sloan?” She was angry and hurt and smart enough to know that being alone with him behind a closed door wasn’t a good idea.

“What were you trying to prove last night?” he growled, ignoring her question as if she hadn’t asked it and her eyes as if they weren’t kaleidoscopes of feelings. She tied him in knots and did strange things to his emotions. It felt like he was holding a bottle of pink champagne that had been shaken. Any moment the pressure would become too much for them and they’d erupt just like that bottle. When that happened, he doubted either of them would care where they were; they’d be all over each other.

“I wasn’t trying to prove anything…I just…I trust you.” She was close enough to him that she caught the scent of his aftershave mingled with scrub soap from surgery. The combination was the most erotic thing she’d ever smelled.

“Damnit, Lexie, don’t you listen to the gossip around here? You know what I am.” All the while he was talking, running himself down, she was shaking her head, denying everything he said. Shaking that bottle of champagne just a bit harder.

“I don’t believe it.” She felt herself flush to the tip of her nose. “Well…not all of it anyway.”

“You better believe it, Grey.” He began to back her up against a wall. “We both know why you showed up at my door last night.” His voice got lower and quieter, as it vibrated from deep in his chest. He refused to listen to what she was saying. It would be too easy to get lost in her large brown eyes. She was sweet and young and deserved so much better than a man like him. Derek had gotten that much right, even if Mark resented his friend’s tactics. “You had an itch,” he accused, “And decided to let the man whore scratch it.” His eyes shot daggers into hers, as he pressed closer. Shaking that champagne bottle more with every step.

“No,” she gasped. “It wasn’t like that.” She was sure it wasn’t, though something had snapped inside of her when Sadie had said, ‘he likes you’. Then her mind went blank at the feel of his hard body against hers.

“Sure it was,” he prodded as he pressed tighter against her. “You were looking for a goodtime and I’m a goodtime type of guy. There’s nothing wrong in admitting it.”

“Stop it. Don’t say things like that.” It was difficult for her to equate this angry, callous man with the one she’d known for almost a year. She knew that he was tough as they came, professionally. He demanded perfection from himself and those around him. He could be rude when he chose, and snide, but she’d never heard of him being just plain mean.

“Why not? It’s the truth, or was there something more?” He squinted down at her, caught between his chest and the wall. One of his hands was on either side of her shoulders, trapping her in place. “You thought you could change me, turn the big bad wolf into…what…prince charming?” His mouth turned up on one side into a twisted version of a smile.

“I…I…wasn’t trying to change you. God, Mark why would I ever want to do that?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pushed. His parents had been attorneys and he’d learned early that if you didn’t like the premise of a question, you didn’t answer it. He was damned if this slip of a woman was going to play that game with him. “Why the hell did you come to the Archfield last night?” He hated tearing her apart, but he’d had all day to think and knew it was better, safer, to do it now. She was a tempting morsel and he wanted her all to himself…until…well…he didn’t want her anymore.

During fleeting moments of complete clarity over the long day, he recognized that their night together had already cost them far more than either of them realized, but he was Mark Sloan and he never looked back on the emotional train wrecks he was so skilled at creating. He never entertained the possibility that he was caught in the middle of one of those wrecks.

The one question he hadn’t thought to ask himself, all day, was why, if he wanted her, he didn’t simply take her. He’d never had trouble using a woman until boredom set in and he blithely moved on. Why was Lexie Grey different?

“I don’t know!” she cried out. “I don’t know why I went to your room.” Tears filled her eyes. She was too tired to go up against him like this.

“Wrong answer.” He knew if he called her ‘Lassie’ as he had last time, it would seal the deal, but he couldn’t demean her that way. “Try again and this time I want the truth.” He leaned his full weight on her, pressing her back against the wall, wanting to do so much more with her.

“I like you and trust you,” her voice broke at the disbelief that was written on his face. She knew she was making a fool of herself, like all the other women in his life, but she cared too much about him to lie. “After what you did for Mrs. Patterson, I wanted to…to…I don’t know. We’d spent the day planning the surgery and I watched from the gallery.”

A small part of him cried out in pain, when he heard her answer. He’d rather have her yell at him in anger, than have a crush on him because of his surgical abilities. “You’ve got a huge case of hero worship going on there Grey, but I’m no hero. It’s time you learned that OR gods have clay feet outside the hospital.”

“No, you’re the one who needs to learn a thing or two.” She couldn’t believe that he thought her so shallow as to sleep with him because of his abilities as a surgeon. “I enjoyed spending time with you and didn’t want it to end. I hadn’t planned on…well…on taking off my clothes,” she bit her lip in embarrassment but he only frowned. “It was the look on your face when you answered your door. That’s what did it,” Lexie whispered. She stood on her toes and cupped his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him.

“That’s the biggest load of childish schoolgirl bull crap I’ve ever heard.” His voice was low and quiet and slid over her icily, though his warm breath brushed against her lips inches from his. He saw the moment his insults hit home and knew they had the power to sting as if he’d slapped her across the face.

“Shut-up, just shut-up and leave me alone!” the words he should have wanted to hear burst out of her as she clawed at him to push him away. She was a champagne bottle filled with her anger and passion exploding, raining tiny bubbles down around him.

He knew in that moment that he didn’t want to let her go.

Mark pulled her close and covered her mouth with his. His tongue swept past her lips. The taste of her went to his head like a bottle of Dom. He wanted her badly, but not here in this room, where he’d verbally savaged her or anywhere else in the hospital. He’d be damned if Lexie Grey would be known as another one of Sloan’s Women.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he murmured as he kissed her eyes and cheeks. The amazing thing was that she let him. By all rights, she should have walked away and never spoken to him again.

“Don’t do that to me again,” she sniffed. “If you want me gone, just tell me and I’ll leave, but not like that. Please, Mark, don’t try to make me hate you.” She was still holding on to him and his arms were still wrapped around her. She didn’t want to let him go, but they needed to straighten things out between them before this went any further.

“I had to try and not just because you’re Little Grey.”

“What does who I am have to do with it?” She leaned against him absorbing his warmth against her tired shaking muscles. She’d never admit it, but she loved it when he called her that.

“You’re off limits to me by order of Big Grey. She sent Derek as the messenger.”

Lexie looked up at him, a stricken expression on her face. “I embarrass her so much, that she wouldn’t want me to be friends with her boyfriend’s best friend?” It hurt her more than she thought possible to realize that she had so little worth to her half-sister.

“No, sweetheart, you’ve got it backward.” He gently removed the ponytail fastener from her hair and watched some of the tension leave her neck. He told himself he’d only done it so he could enjoy the feel of her soft hair felling over his hands. It had nothing to do with his deep need to touch her and sooth away her hurts. “Meredith knows me for what I am.”

“She knows you and she still used Derek against you,” Lexie’s voice rose indignantly. “That’s so wrong. He’s well… he’s your family.”

Marks pressed his forehead against hers, as her words sunk in. They warmed him and made him feel appreciated. “It wasn’t as if he threatened me.”

“Mark, don’t, don’t take their side in this.” She was too tired to think straight and terrified that she was going to cry again. It hurt her that someone would try and hurt him.

“There’s no other side for me to take.” God, he wanted her. She was angry for him. It made it all the more important that she understood what kind of man he was. “I’m not a nice person. You’ve got to have figured that out by now.” His eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. “I’m not nice at all, because as much as I want you, no one can know about it.”

“As long as I get to know about it, I don’t care,” she whispered and kissed him lightly on the chin. “And you’ll never convince me that you’re such a bad man. If you were, you’d have had my scrub bottoms off and taken me against this wall half an hour ago.” She flushed and pressed her hips against his, leaving no doubt in his mind that she’d felt his need for her from the moment he’d leaned against her.

“If we were anywhere but the hospital I might have.” Mark’s eyes held hers. He owed her the truth.

“If we were anywhere but the hospital, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” Deep brown eyes met intense blue ones and Lexie thought her chest would burst until she realized that she’d stopped breathing because of the way he was looking at her.

“Come home with me,” he whispered as he ran his hand along her delicate jaw. He didn’t know how long this would last before he screwed it up by cheating on her. He didn’t even know what it was, but he wasn’t leaving the empty patient room without her.

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“You won’t need it.” Mark grinned lazily.

“That’s all fine and good for tonight, but I can’t very well show up here tomorrow in the buff.”

“It might be interesting, but it would definitely raise a few eyebrows. Grab an extra pair of scrubs and you’ll be fine. We’ll figure out the rest as we go along,” he suggested. “I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes.

Nine minutes later Lexie came around the corner wrapped up tightly in her coat, and slipping a neatly folded light blue swatch of clothing into her purse.

“Ready,” he mouthed the word and nodded for her to go out ahead of him. He followed close behind so he’d know she was safe getting to his car. It was a new experience worrying about a woman. He’d had a taste of it with Addison, but it had never been like this.

“I have to warn you, I’m exhausted. It won’t be like last night…I can’t…” She flushed to the roots of her hair and forced herself to go on. “I have to get some sleep tonight because I’m in the clinic tomorrow. I don’t want you to be disappointed.” She tried to smile, but it faltered. She was worried he would send her away if she couldn’t promise a repeat of the night before.

“Lex…don’t. After the way I treated you tonight, you owe me nothing.” Mark engaged the engine and turned on the heater full blast. He could see her shivering and remembered her telling him that she was always cold, since returning to Seattle.

That new unusual feeling moved through his chest again. It took him a moment to recognize it for protectiveness. The second he did he realized she’d probably bite his head off if he verbalized it. He knew it was important to Lexie Grey to stand on her own. He’d let her do just that, but he was damned if he wasn’t going to stand close enough to catch her if she happened to fall.

That night was different from the previous one. That night they slowly undressed each other, savoring each moment. There was nothing hurried or frantic about their coming together. An uninformed third party, who didn’t know that Mark Sloan wasn’t capable of such feelings, would swear the two people in that room at the Archfield were making love.

To Ch 3 - Living Under The Radar


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 22nd, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC)
I liked this chapter--especially the last line. Keep up the good work, I'm interested to see where you take Lexie and Mark.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:43 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked the chapter. I've been having fun with the story. Mark has a few things to work out. I've got a specific few things planned to help him figure them out.

Dec. 22nd, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
I love how you have Mark refuse to sleep with her in the hospital. In the show, everyone always has sex in the hospital and it drives me nuts. I think it shows class for them not to be together in that way while at work. Good job! I can't wait to keep reading. Too bad the show probably won't live up to your story...they always screw up the happy endings. lol
Dec. 23rd, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)
LOL there are no secrets in a hospital and even less in an OR. I specifically had them not want to sleep together in a call room. It is the first of many ways he is going to treat Lexie different.

I appreciate the lovely review. It's good to know what I'm doing right.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 06:15 am (UTC)
Loved the last line and loved the scene in the room. It was so intense and I could visualize it. Mark's pressing of the body against her's as he yelled at her was so immensely hot!!
Dec. 23rd, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you're liking my story. It's good to hear it worked. I wasn't sure if I was going too far with that part.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 07:48 pm (UTC)
you hava no idea how much i've been waitingf for U to update. i fell in love with this story and i loved it. the scene in the room was HOT AND INTENSE. U have to update fast and keep up the amazing work
Dec. 24th, 2008 03:09 am (UTC)
I'm really glad you're liking my story. I'm loving the Slexie teaming and it is a thrill to write them.

I'll be updating as soon as possible, but I work full time (I'm a real life operating room nurse) and have family in for the holidays. I'll do what I can, but writing fast and well don't always work together. I find that careful editing may add a few days to the process, but it is time well spent.

Just know that I am writing and hopefully you'll enjoy what is coming.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 09:00 pm (UTC)
I'm loving this, the champagne metaphor described the situation beautifully! Looking forward to the next part!
Dec. 24th, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
LOL the champagne metaphor seemed to write itself, so the only credit I can take for it is that I ran with it.

I'm working on the next chapter, and the fourth and probably final one is outlined all ready, it is the idea that started the whole thing.
Dec. 24th, 2008 02:52 am (UTC)
I love this story. I read chap. 1 & 2 together and it just got better and better as I went through it. Thanks for more development of Mark, he's so under used and under explained on the show.
Dec. 24th, 2008 03:14 am (UTC)
Thank you so much.

I usually link chapters when a story is more than a one-shot, so I'm glad you read them together.

I agree that Mark needs more development. I hope we'll learn more of him in the coming episodes.
Dec. 24th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC)
oh i read chapter 1 and 2...
great story.
i wanted them together since before this season.
my frienfds thought i was crazy.
Your story is amazing.. love how Mark is really contradicted by what is happening and how he feels about Lexie.
Waiting for chapter 3
Dec. 24th, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
You are not crazy. Mark and Lexie make a great couple. They compliment each other and in odd ways are very much alike.

Yeah Mark is having to face some truths about himself and his feelings...ooops did I say Mark had feelings....But then we all know he does, but hides them well.
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