Pairing: Mark Sloan/Lexie Grey
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Thanks to Liz, I was inspired to write another one of these. Just something short and sweet and very much needed with all of the angst that I am writing in Everlong at the moment. If you haven't read the others in this series, and are interested, you can click on the tag and read the previous movies Mark and Lexie have watched together. I hope everyone enjoys this one! (written in about twenty minutes)
She is the only one in the locker room, changing from her scrubs back into her jeans and sweater, when two strong arms suddenly slide around her waist from behind and she instantly breaks into a smile. He brushes some of her hair off to the side and then his face is to her neck, his beard scratching the delicate skin there and his lips gliding down. She smiles faintly and closes her eyes, her body instantly feeling warm and her stomach fluttering as it usually did when he was around.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” she says softly, wondering what someone would think if they walked in right now and saw her standing there in jeans and a bra with him standing behind her, clearing wanting her to take off clothes rather than put more on.
“I’m an attending,” he smirks against her shoulder. “I can be anywhere I want to be.”
“The sooner you let me finish changing, the sooner we can get out of here,” she points out to him, reaching into her locker and pulling out her tank top to layer underneath the sweater. “Have you thought about what you want for dinner?”
He grumbles something and his arms squeeze around her waist. With one more kiss dropped to the top of her shoulder however, he steps back and she turns around to look at him, smiling as she tugs her tank top on and then her sweater.
“What movie are you torturing me with tonight?” He asks and she laughs when his hand glides up her top and squeezes one of her breasts. He really doesn’t care if someone walks in and sees.
“It’s a surprise,” she says, taking a step towards him and pushing up on her toes, she gives him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m sure you’ll hate it though. It’s black and white.”
He frowns. “I can’t decide which is worse. Black and white, musical or chick flick.”
She laughs again. “None of the above. Alien is the worst.”
He smirks as his hands go to her cheeks and he gives her his own quick kiss. “You know the only reason I go along with your movies is because I almost always get sex afterwards, right?”
“I am very well aware of that,” she nods, grabbing her coat and purse and slamming her locker shut behind her. “And actually, you’re a very good boyfriend for being so honest about that.”
He grins as if he is quite pleased with himself for that and she smiles in return before he slings his arm around her shoulders as they walk out of the locker room together.
“Jesus Christ,” Mark mutters through a mouthful of pizza as Lexie toes out of her shoes and then takes slips her movie choice into the DVD player. “I’m getting a blowjob too tonight for this. Just to let you know.”
Lexie rolls her eyes and walking around the coffee table, she plops down on the couch next to Mark, lifting the remote and hitting the ‘play’ button. She looks at him as he hands her a plate with two slices of the sausage and mushroom pizza they had picked up before returning to his hotel room.
“Just to warn you, I am going to cry,” she says. “This movie always makes me cry.”
“Great,” he sighs, leaning forward and grabbing his bottle of beer from the coffee table. He shakes his head as the opening credits begin, Casablanca appearing on screen. “I’ll never understand why girls watch movies when they know it makes them cry.”
“Just part of our wonderful nature,” Lexie smiles. “Besides, sometimes people are just in need of a good cry. Don’t you ever cry?”
“Yes,” he gives her a solemn look. “Every time they kill Joe Pesci in Goodfellas and Robert DeNiro has his breakdown in the phone booth. It gets me every single time.”
He grins then and Lexie rolls her eyes before whacking him in the arm with a pillow, making him laugh.
“If you came into my bar with your husband and asked for my help after you broke my heart, I wouldn’t,” Mark informs her bluntly as they watch Rick seeing Isla.
Lexie smiles. “Like I’m capable of breaking your heart.” She means it to be a joke but Mark looks at her then and her smile fades. She shakes her head slightly and then leans over, kissing him gently on the lips. “Do you want me to promise you that I will never abandon you in Paris?”
“Unless I really deserve it,” he says, making her smile again, and this time, he smiles too, before sliding his hand onto the back of her head and pulling her in for another kiss.
“With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love.”
Lexie sniffles and Mark rolls his eyes, standing up. He goes into the bathroom and returns a second later, handing her a box of Kleenex.
“I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.”
Lexie is crying now, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Mark looks at her for a moment before he lifts his arm and wraps it around her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his side. Her arms wrap around him and she hugs him, still watching the movie, still crying, and Mark rests his lips to where her forehead and hairline meet.
“Rhett Butler was pretty fucking badass for walking out on Scarlet like he did,” he muses out loud. “But… Rick Blaine is kind of a badass for letting Isla go.”
Lexie sniffles, nestling closer to him. “What would you do? If you were in love with a woman, would you walk away from her or would you let her walk away from you?”
He’s quiet for a moment and then sighs softly. “I don’t think I could let you walk away even if that’s what you really wanted.”
She freezes at that and then slowly pulls her head back, tilting it up, looking up at him. That’s as close to an I love you that either of them have ever said and she feels her heart crashing into her ribcage, it is beating so rapidly. He’s staring at her, waiting for her to say something, but she can’t think. Instead, she lifts the hand that isn’t clutching a balled up tissue and she touches his cheek.
She begins reciting from the movie and Mark stares at her intently the entire time.
“It’s about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she’d heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.” Lexie pauses and Mark is still staring, his own heart pounding wildly in his chest. “It is love, Mark,” she finishes in a whisper.
She isn’t able to say anything after that as Mark pulls her into a hungry kiss – passionate and deep – and as he slowly pushes her back, lowering her down onto the couch and covering his body with hers, he feels her open her mouth to him and his tongue enters. She moans and one of his hands goes to her cheek, still wet with tears but she isn’t crying anymore. He can feel her lips curved up into a smile and he smiles, too.