Spoilers: Shiny Happy People, 6x22
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: All I know is I can't let you go again.
Between this short post-ep vignette and the newest update of The Long and Winding Road, I have written a lot today but I'm just so happy. This is sappy - just to warn you - as well as short and sweet. Enjoy!
It was almost two o’clock in the morning and Mark decided that the excessive knocking on his door wasn’t in his imagination. He threw the covers off of him with a tired groan and his entire body ached for some reason. He was drained. From everything. From work. From Teddy and that whole disaster – what the fuck had he been thinking being with her in the first place? – but most of all, from Lexie. Lexie wouldn’t leave his thoughts. She wouldn’t leave his heart – she hadn’t ever since she had crawled into bed with him and his broken penis and stroked his hair – and she wouldn’t leave the erection he got every morning between his thighs that had her name on it.
He had laid it all out for her. They still had so much to talk about and fix between them but he had said it. He had said what he should have said all along. I love you. I want to be with you. Only you. I want to be your husband. And as he walked away, almost smiling, just so damn relieved and proud of himself for having done that, he tried to keep calm. He didn’t try to imagine what he would do if she refused him. If she ignored everything he had said. If she continued being with Karev. It would crush him completely. Callie was right. Lexie was the love of his life and if he couldn’t be with her… he had meant what he said to her. He didn’t want to sleep around. He didn’t want to be with anyone if he couldn’t be with her. He had to be with her. It had taken him too long and too many women to finally figure out what he knew, deep down, all along.
As he shuffled tiredly to the door, he forced his eyes to stay open, but that wasn’t a problem for him when he unlocked the door and swung it open.
“Lexie?” He said, his voice hoarse from sleep even though he felt instantly awake.
She stood there in the hallway outside his door, in the clothes she had been wearing earlier, except her blonde hair had been pulled back into a slightly messy ponytail. He had a strong feeling of déjà vu; of her standing there with a toothbrush and panties in hand, smiling at him.
She wasn’t smiling now though. She wasn’t doing anything except staring at him and Mark braced himself for the rejection and the immediate pain he would surely feel afterwards.
“Lexie,” he began to say and she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his.
“Yes,” she said.
It was his turn to stare. “What-”
“Earlier… you said,” she was growing nervous. He could tell. “Didn’t you mean it?”
“I meant all of it,” he said firmly and without hesitancy.”I just need to know what you’re saying yes to exactly.”
“All of it,” she answered. “I still love you, too. I tried…” tears began gathering in her eyes. “After everything, I’m still in love with you, too. Tonight, I went to Joe’s with Alex and I was sitting there and… he doesn’t love me. And even if he did, it wouldn’t matter because I would never love him the way that I love you.”
She wasn’t able to say anymore. Mark had reached out, his hands on her cheeks, and he had tugged her towards him. His lips met hers for the first time in months and the tightness in his chest instantly faded. She tasted the same. The exact same that he remembered. Thank god.
“And yes,” she murmured against his lips, her hands flat on his bare chest, her body pressed to his. “If you meant-”
“I did,” he assured her, his fingers sliding back into the hair growing loose from her ponytail.
And she kissed him this time, harder, hungrier, and she moaned softly as one of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind them. Her clothes were lost as they stumbled towards the bedroom, neither wanting to break the kiss for anything. Their hands ran over one another’s bodies, reacquainting themselves with what they hadn’t had in months though they both realized that neither had forgotten a single thing.
When they got to the bed though, Lexie put her hands on his chest, pulling back, both of them gasping, their chests panting.
“Not… please.” She glanced down at the bed before back at him.
He understood. He couldn’t have her again in that bed. Not when she hadn’t been the last woman there with him.
He fused his lips to hers in a hard kiss before he pulled away and crossed the room, going to the closet. Pulling down a blanket from the top shelf, he then shook it out and spread it out on the floor underneath the window. Lexie smiled and even in the darkness of the bedroom, he could see her blushing. Looking at her, naked, knowing that she wasn’t a dream, knowing that she was there and that she loved him as much as he loved her, the tightness in his chest returned but this was different. This, between them, had always been so different from anything else in his life.
Lexie went to him and he embraced her in his arms, binding them tightly around her, not letting her escape as if that was what she was planning to do, and he kissed her again. Lexie kissed back passionately, their tongues tangling, their hot, naked bodies pressed together and when Mark began to sink down, she followed. He splayed her out on her back and his body covered hers and the feeling of him on top of her again, she felt tears stinging behind her closed eyelids.
She couldn’t stop touching him and she felt his hands everywhere on her in return. One of his hands went to the inside of her thigh, pushing on it, spreading her open and when he whispered her name, she opened her eyes, finding herself immediately staring into his.
“Don’t look away from me,” he said and she nodded, swallowing the knot in her throat. “You’re here,” he then said, more to himself, awe in his voice and she smiled, about to start crying again.
“I’m here,” she said, her hand going to his cheek before sliding down and resting over his heart.
“I meant everything I said,” he told her again.
“I know,” she nodded. “And I want you to be my husband. I want to be with you.”
She couldn’t stop the one tear that slid from the corner of her eye and Mark kissed her, keeping his eyes open, keeping hers locked with his. When he slid inside of her, stretching her, feeling her tight wet walls squeezing him, they both moaned softly. It was like being welcomed home after a long time away and Lexie’s back arched slightly from off the floor, his name escaping in a gasp from the back of her throat.
“It’s still there,” he said, amazed, pushing his hips forward until he was buried completely and deeply within her.
“It never left, Mark,” she smiled up at him and when he lowered his head to kiss her again, she was smiling and felt like laughing with elation. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, keeping him right where he belonged, where he never should have left.
She stared up at him and he stared down at her and he brought his hips back, sliding almost completely out of her, before he slid back in, Lexie squeezing him with her inner muscles. Their soft sighs and moans and heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent night and their bodies moved together in that perfect dance between them that they had perfected a year ago during their first night together. Being with her again, on the floor of their bedroom, Mark felt as if they had never been apart.
“I love you,” Lexie panted, one hand curling around his waist as her other rested on his back between his shoulder blades. “And I’m sor-”
Mark kissed her, cutting her off. “I’m apologizing first, Lex. But it’s not going to be until after this. We have a lot to talk about.”
She smiled, nodding, and she lifted her head, pressing her lips to his in a short, yet firm and satisfying kiss. “We have so much to talk about… I can tell you one thing though.”
Mark stared down at her, at her smile, at the darkness in her eyes that always came during their lovemaking, and she was so fucking beautiful, he again, for a split second, wondered if he was dreaming this.
“What’s that?” He asked, his speed slow and steady, his hips pressing against hers, drawing gasps from her with each penetration.
“If I see even one post-it, I’m killing you,” she informed him and he laughed then.
He lowered his body completely on top of hers and kissed her as he sped up, her body rubbing with his, their skin starting to form droplets of sweat and stick together. When they both came, it was with calling one another’s names out and whispering love in their ears and as they laid there on the floor, tangled together, covering themselves with the blanket, they still couldn’t stop touching one another.
“Be here when I wake up,” he said, his face against her throat, his eyes closed and his arms tightly around her.
Her lips brushed across his forehead and her arms squeezed around him. “You and me… neither of us are going anywhere,” she whispered back, closing her own eyes.
And for the first time in months, both fell asleep, completely relaxed and knowing that they were right back where they both belonged.