Written for my friend, Erin, who wanted the words Coca-Cola, John Wayne and snooze button found somewhere in the story. This makes no sense - just a bunch of vignettes strung together - and was written in ten minutes but this is what I wrote so Erin, I hope you like it.
You learn things about her outside of bed. Your knowledge of her begins to expand past what makes her moan or cum. You learn she loves peppermint ice cream and is allergic to eggs. She prefers crime dramas - which is something you never would have expected - and you have found a companion to watch the Martin Scorsese film marathon on AMC one Saturday when you both miraculously have the same day off.
She isn't a morning person. She likes to hit the snooze button of the alarm clock and burrow deeper under the covers. She also seems to prefer your chest to her pillow. You don't tell her that you get so used to it that when she isn't able to sleep over, you have trouble falling asleep and even when you do, when you wake up, not having her next to you, more than half of her body draped over yours, just feels... wrong.
She has this blueberry-scented body wash that finds its way into your hotel shower and she laughs as you join her one night and you let her wash you with it though you grumble the entire time about how this is completely emasculating. She says something about John Wayne and bubble baths and she is smiling against your mouth as you push her under the warm spray of water and kiss her.
She bites her lower lip and blushes when you come up behind her at the nurse's station and whisper something suggestive in her ear about on-call rooms and how hard she makes you but you don't do that in the hospital anymore - at least not since the penis incident but it is a game between you. One you both love playing. And when you both get back to the hotel room, the sex is always some of the most intense, passionate sex you have ever had and you know, deep in the back of your mind where you're not ready to dwell on it too much yet, that if it was with anyone besides Lexie, it wouldn't be nearly as good.
She doesn't like to drink. She goes to Joe's like everyone else after her shift but she only ever gets one drink and spends most of the night nursing it, never finishing it. You've heard about her dad and you understand. You used to go to your room and take the bottle of scotch from the mini-bar before leaning back in the couch and just relaxing. But since Lexie has started coming back to the hotel with you practically every night, the mini-bar remains locked and you start to develop a taste for Coca-Cola like her.
You know all she wants to do is to please everyone around her and to be the best so someone, anyone, will take notice of her. You don't tell her but you know exactly how she feels.
It's been almost two months but people still stare when you kiss her outside of the hospital after driving both of you over in the morning for your shifts. They still stare when she sits at the same table as you in the cafeteria. They stare when you leave at night with your arm slung around her shoulders. And there are always whispers about how this thing between you two can't possibly last because you're you and Mark Sloan can't possibly stay faithful to one woman because everyone in the hospital knows you so well and honestly, what do you see in someone like her?
And you realize that if they knew her like you know her, they wouldn't have to ask that question.