Pairing: Mark Sloan/Lexie Grey
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Summary: I’m always pretty happy when I’m kicking back with you.
Lexie Grey sighed with complete contentment, leaning back against an old tree behind her and sipping on one of the bottles of beer that he had brought with them for their afternoon picnic. She had been shocked when he had admitted to her days earlier that he had never been on one and she had promptly planned one for the two of them to enjoy in the park across the street from the hospital. Mark Sloan lay sprawled out on his side on the blanket she had spread out for them in the grass, watching her as he held his own beer bottle in one hand, the condensation forming on the glass from the warm afternoon wetting his palm. The remains of their lunch were spread out between them, almost everything eaten, and they were both stuffed and sleepy.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to do this though.”
She smiled faintly around the top of the bottle as if she had been expecting him to say that. They had only been dating for a handful of months now but Lexie liked to think that she was learning more about him than anyone that had come before her. And one thing about Mark Sloan was the man craved affection and attention and acceptance despite his rather distant and often cold behavior towards everyone around him. Though he wanted those things for himself, he certainly never expected them and every gesture Lexie made for him, he hardly was ever able to believe it and accept it graciously. He always had to remind her that she didn’t have to do things like that for him. Lexie only ever smiled though and shrugged her shoulders – much like she did now.
“Was our first picnic everything you hoped it would be?” She asked, smiling but completely serious, hoping that she hadn’t disappointed some unspoken expectation.
He smiled in return. “This was amazing. Thank you,” he said again. “Although…” he looked around the park before back at her, smirking. “This makes me miss Central Park.”
She laughed a little and setting her beer bottle aside, she scooted down until she was reclining back on her elbows. Streams of sunlight filtered through the green leaves above them, casting spotlights onto her skin exposed from the light purple sundress she wore. Mark became distracted for a moment as he looked at her body stretched out before him. She had long ago abandoned her shoes and her legs were bare and smooth. His hands begged him to be greedy and touch her. Of course, she was his girlfriend. He had every right to give into his lust and touch her if he wanted. But he refrained. They were in a public park, right out in the open and though Lexie loved to be touched by him – her moans of pleasure always in his ears – he knew she wouldn’t want to do something of that nature where they currently were.
“Did you spend a lot of time there?” She asked him.
He nodded, pausing to take a sip from his beer bottle. “I lived on the Upper West Side and I would go running or sit on a bench and people watch. It’s amazing. You can sit in the middle of the park and it doesn’t even feel like you’re in the city anymore.”
“Do you miss it?” She turned on her side towards him, facing him. She plucked away a blade of grass that was stuck to the yellow cotton fabric of his tee-shirt and then her hand came to a rest on his chest over his heart.
Mark couldn’t take his eyes off of her and he took another sip of beer before he set the bottle aside and his hand then slid onto her hip. He nodded. “I miss that city so damn much.” Lexie bent her elbow and rested her head in her hand. He smiled a little. “Do you miss the east coast at all?” He asked her.
“Of course,” she nodded, shifting a little closer to him. “But I was born here and grew up here and I love it here.” Her finger drew random patterns on his chest. “Is Seattle truly that horrible?” She tilted her chin up and locked with his eyes.
He smirked. “Are you trying to manipulate my answer by doing that?” He glanced down at her finger before back into her eyes.
Lexie’s mouth fell open in mock indignation. “Are you suggesting that I would stoop down to that low level and use such a tactic?”
He grinned and his hand rubbed her hip. “I think we both know by now that I would do or say anything for you, Little Grey.”
“You shouldn’t let someone, especially a woman, know that they have so much power over you,” she teased and he saw this spark in her eyes that he was beginning to recognize. She was happy. For Mark, it was still taking some getting used to. He wasn’t used to making a person – especially a woman – happy like Lexie always seemed to be when she was around him.
“And are you going to be using that power against me?” He asked.
She grew solemn so quickly and she stared right into his eyes. “Never,” she whispered.