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Title: Sex in Supply Closets Really Does Make Everything Seem Better
Author: __inadream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Addison/Mark
Summary: Set after 3.02, so spoilers for that. Addison-centric about the morning/day after, and then they meet up in a supply closet.
Word Count: 2,745
Author's Notes: Apparently, I'm joining the ranks of all the Maddison fics. But whatever, I love them. Um I was inspired by the new YouTube clip, cause HI HOT. So yeah. This was kind of written for rainblows, cause I wuff her and she is my Mark/Addie bff and stufffff. ANYWAYS. Thank you to prettyin_prada for beta-ing. And this is for all my Mark/Addie loversss. ♥
Also: I'm posting this at the new Mark/Addison community I made, letmyself_fall. I'm going to get the layout up tonight, and I literally just made it, so join & promote it if you would, please! :)
Addison walked into the elevator and leaned against the wall, sighing as it shut behind her. She had gotten up early enough so that she knew Mark would still be sleeping - after years of friendship and multiple occasions of having mind-blowing sex (like the kind they had had the night before), she knew his sleep schedule. She had showered quickly and dressed quietly and neutrally - a light blue cashmere sweater, a black skirt, and Prada heels. Nothing too offense, and something that would hopefully help her blend into the crowd, since she was sure everyone knew about her call to Mark and what followed.
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought of what was ahead of her - gossiping nurses, cocky interns, and trying to avoid Derek, Mark, and Derek and Mark. Sometimes she wished she'd stayed in New York, or at least transferred to another hospital where the rumor mill wasn't one of the best she'd ever worked in. Her personal business was never just hers, because no matter what it was, it would be around the hospital in days' time, and it made it difficult to keep her professionalism and try to practice medicine with all these rumors floating around.
Really, it wasn't like she had planned it. She had seen the Derek and Meredith thing coming for a while, and prom was just the breaking point. Actually, finding another woman's panties in Derek's tux pocket was the breaking point. But she played the stoic wife, not yelling or crying or anything, instead she chose to escape the one place she couldn't ever really escape, and try to drown her sorrows in liquor. Which of course made it worse, because she'd had a history of being a drunk-dialer, and she was sad - a combination that meant sure disaster.
But when Mark showed up at the door to her hotel room, all of that seemed to disappear. Because here was Mark, a man who loved her, who didn't think about something else while they were having sex, who actually wanted to take her places and do things and be seen with her. So when she tripped and Mark caught her, she didn't pull away when their faces got dangerously close. She just leaned in and closed her eyes, feeling Mark's breath against her lips before he finally kissed her back.
She had pulled away after a few minutes of (mostly) chaste kisses, determined to not let it go any further. But then she saw how dark his eyes were, and felt how swollen her lips were. And really, it was inevitable. She was drunk and horny, and he was hot and available. She just didn't really exactly how hot the standing-up-in-a-too-small-hotel-shower would be, but it turns out? Extremely hot. So hot in fact, that they did it twice. Well, only once in the shower, but then again with her on the sink before she could even make it out of the bathroom.
And then Derek showed up. And she hadn't meant for him to find her like this, especially not with Mark, but it was kind of convenient. Because after all, it did make the break faster and quicker and easier. He had his Lusty Intern and she had her McSteamy, so they were equal now.
But that still didn't lessen the pain over the fact that her marriage of 11, almost 12 years, was over. And when she woke up this morning, with Mark's hand slung over her hip and her legs intertwined with his, she felt sick to her stomach.
She exited the elevator as the bell above her head dinged, and she slipped on her sunglasses as she entered the lobby. God, the one day that she needs it to be rainy, the sun actually decides to shine in Seattle. She made it to her Lexus and unlocked the door, sitting with her hands on the wheel for a minute before she started it and sped off to the hospital.
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She made it to the locker room and through her morning rounds, which made her breathe a small sigh of relief. That relief quickly faded when she saw Dr. Bailey and found out that Alex Karev was at home, taking care of Izzie Stevens, which left her short an intern. And guess which intern was the only one available?
Sometimes, Addison thought that life hated her. This was one of those times.
She shoved the chart and Meredith and rattled off the current diagnosis and tests she needed ran, and watched as the intern scuttled off. Was this how it was going to be? Was she going to play the bitchy ex-wife, tossing around orders and acting cruel, yet feeling like a geeky sixteen-year-old who didn't get invited to the cool kids' party inside?
She sighed and turned back to the counter, finishing some pre-op notes on a patient when she felt an arm slip around her middle.
"I missed you this morning." She shivered as his breath hit the back of her neck, sending a warm flush throughout her body.
"Yeah, well, I had some patients I needed to check on," she said and tried to keep her face neutral and her focus on the words in front of her.
"Addison," Mark started, and she could hear the frustration in his voice. She turned around and his arm dropped to his side.
"Not now, Mark," she said, picking up the chart and returning it to the rack before starting to walk away.
"Addison!" She heard him call her name as she walked down the hallway, but she kept walking.
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Karma really was a bitch.
It was two in the afternoon and Addison was sitting on an over-turned bucket in one of the supply closets, rearranging the swabs and binders and boxes of office supplies, anything she could do to keep her mind occupied.
She had spent the better part of her day (unfortunately) with Meredith, consulting on her patient and then performing her scheduled C-section, which Meredith scrubbed in on. As if that wasn't bad enough, there had been a five-car pileup on the highway, and she got sent a mother who was pregnant with twins and 28 weeks along. Upon her examination, Addison had realized that she had hit her head pretty hard and needed a neuro consult. She was forced to page her husband and then endure the analyzation of the patient's CAT scan, which of course included a lengthy discussion about possible treatment options, all with Meredith, Derek, and Addison stuck in one small room that Addison was sure was getting smaller by the second.
So she had told the nurses at the desk she was taking her lunch, and she had fled to the supply closet closest to her office but farthest away from the interns' gathering spots. And here she was, her heels flung off to the side and her face tear-stained as she counted and counted, hoping that maybe she could disappear in here until everything was okay again.
But her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She didn't say anything, because really, who would think that Addison would be hiding out in a supply closet?
"Addie, it's me," she heard Mark's muffled voice. Of course, he would know she was in there. "I know you're in there, one of the nurses saw you going in." He paused and she hoped that meant he was walking away, but she heard the soft click of the doorknob as it turned open. She kept her hands busy with the alcohol swabs she was counting on the shelf and didn't acknowledge him.
"Addie?"
She ignored him. Sixty-four.
"Addison."
Seventy-eight.
"Addison, what are you doing?"
She sighed, "Counting." She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Mark's expression softened and he kneeled down next to her, his hand on her arm. "Add, are you okay?"
She looked up at him. He was blurry and she couldn't figure out why until she blinked and felt the tears cascading down her cheeks, wet and hot and fast. She dropped the swabs into the box and leaned back against the shelves, covering her face with her hands. "Mark, I - I can't, I just - I…"
She trailed off as her sobs grew, and he sat on the floor next to her, tugging her arms and legs over so that she was cradled in his lap. They sat like that for a long time, her sobs shaking both of them and fading out until she was just hiccupping and breathing heavily. He rubbed her back until her breathing grew steady, and she sat back, bracing one hand against his chest to look at him. Her eyes were red and she wiped at them, expelling all of the leftover tears onto her fingers and wiping them on her skirt.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, turning her face down as she played with the hem of her shirt. "It's just… hard." She looked up at him quickly, and then her eyes darted away again. Sitting here in his lap was just like the old times, when her and Derek would get into a fight and she would grab a taxi to his apartment and they would sit up until late at night, talking and eating ice cream, her head in his lap as he stroked her hair.
"Addie," he started, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and lifting her chin with his finger. "You don't have to apologize."
"But Mark -"
"No 'but Marks'. You know I'm here for you, Add, I always have been." She looked into his eyes and saw how genuine they were. It was true; Mark was always there for her. He was her best friend in New York, the one she could always turn to, and she had missed that. But here he was now, in front of her, after flying all the way across the country at the sound of her voice.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his experimentally, waiting for him to pull back. But he didn't. He just shifted so that she was straddling his lap and his hands were on her waist, thumbs stroking her hipbones through her skirt, and pulled her closer so that her lips were tightly pressed against his. She gasped quietly and felt him slip his tongue between her lips as his hands moved down to caress her thighs. She pulled back as he did that, searching his face.
"Mark, are you sure…?"
He leaned forward and kissing her softly, his hand coming up to trace the outline of her jawbone. "Absolutely," he said, his voice lower than usual.
She nodded at him and stood up, reaching her hand out towards him as he gave her a puzzled look. She kissed him again and braced herself on his shoulders as he lifted her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall. He captured her lips again and their tongues found each other. Addison shifted her weight flicked her tongue out again as Mark groaned at the contact.
She pulled away and Mark braced one arm on the wall next to her shoulder, the other resting very low on her hip. She started unbuttoning the front of her sweater and smiled as Mark watched her fingers dance over the front of her chest, hearing him breathing heavily. She finally got the sweater undone and flung it to the side, unclasping her lacy bra and throwing it along with the shirt. She moaned as she felt Mark's hot breath against her chest and again when he took one of her breasts in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her breast in circles that grew smaller and smaller until he suckled her nipple. She arched against his mouth, banging her head on the wall behind her, and fisted her hand in the material of his shirt. He moved to the other breast and paid it equal attention as he pushed her even farther against the wall, freeing up his other hand to pinch and tease the other nipple.
She cried out softly when she suddenly felt his mouth and hand gone, but smiled appreciatively when she opened her eyes and saw that he had taken off his shirt. He set her down and kissed her again, his fingers threading in her hair and tracing tiny circles up and down her naked sides. Her hands drifted down his chest, her fingernails trailing gently before they settled at his belt buckle. She undid it quickly and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and off. His fingers roamed over her stomach and back before deftly undoing the zipper at the side of her skirt and pulling it down, leaving her standing in her black lacy thong. He ran his hands over her hips and under her bottom, pulling her up against him again as he stepped forward, pinning her between him and the wall.
He kissed her shoulder, leaving wet kisses along it and her collarbone before finding her mouth again. He kissed and kissed her until the next thing she knew, three of his fingers were in her, pumping and curling up against her. She gasped loudly and her head fell forward against his shoulder as she moved against him, finding their rhythm. His thumb massaged her clit as his fingers moved and she moaned as she came, hot and fast over his fingers. She lifted her head to kiss him again, and pulled down his boxers with her toes as he pushed aside her thong with his already-damp fingers. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers and allowing her to taste herself, before he thrust up into her, filling her completely. He relaxed and brushed some hair from her eyes, kissing her forehead as they stood, breathing heavily and adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her again.
He kissed her again and looked into her blue eyes, making sure she was ready before he started moving. He started slow, rocking against her in a careful rhythm. But then she slipped a hand between them and accidentally brushed a finger against where he was meeting her, and his breath hitched. He started thrusting harder and deeper, and her foot was pressing against his back, pulling him closer to her. He batted her hand away from in between them and replaced it with his own, making slow circles around her clit but never really touching it. She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted up, almost pulling him out of her, but then he thrust again and they both moaned as he went deeper. She started writhing in front of him and clenching her muscles, and he knew it wouldn't be long. He kissed her sloppily - all tongues and teeth - and started thrusting harder and faster and deeper and massaging her clit and suckling her left breast with his mouth as he braced one hand against the wall and there. Her muscles tightened around him and he felt her tense up and then relax, her orgasm hitting her full-force. He thrust into her one more time and came, her pulsating muscles bringing him over the edge.
They both moaned loudly as they came and he kissed her again as they stood there pressed against the wall. Her head rested in the crook between his head and shoulder, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest. She kissed his neck and lowered herself to the ground, his hand resting on her hip to make sure she was balanced. He pulled on his boxers and watched as she got dressed with her back turned to him. She hadn't felt this good, this complete, in a long time, and it scared her that it was coming from Mark. So she got dressed hurriedly, and didn't say anything when he softly said her name.
She reached for the doorknob to leave, but she heard him sigh and she turned around.
"Mark." He looked up at her, his eyes still darkened but with a trace of sadness in them. "Thank you." She smiled and leaned over to kiss him softly, lingering for a few seconds before kissing him quickly again and walking out of the supply closet.
Maybe things were starting to look up.
Author: __inadream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Addison/Mark
Summary: Set after 3.02, so spoilers for that. Addison-centric about the morning/day after, and then they meet up in a supply closet.
Word Count: 2,745
Author's Notes: Apparently, I'm joining the ranks of all the Maddison fics. But whatever, I love them. Um I was inspired by the new YouTube clip, cause HI HOT. So yeah. This was kind of written for rainblows, cause I wuff her and she is my Mark/Addie bff and stufffff. ANYWAYS. Thank you to prettyin_prada for beta-ing. And this is for all my Mark/Addie loversss. ♥
Also: I'm posting this at the new Mark/Addison community I made, letmyself_fall. I'm going to get the layout up tonight, and I literally just made it, so join & promote it if you would, please! :)
Addison walked into the elevator and leaned against the wall, sighing as it shut behind her. She had gotten up early enough so that she knew Mark would still be sleeping - after years of friendship and multiple occasions of having mind-blowing sex (like the kind they had had the night before), she knew his sleep schedule. She had showered quickly and dressed quietly and neutrally - a light blue cashmere sweater, a black skirt, and Prada heels. Nothing too offense, and something that would hopefully help her blend into the crowd, since she was sure everyone knew about her call to Mark and what followed.
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought of what was ahead of her - gossiping nurses, cocky interns, and trying to avoid Derek, Mark, and Derek and Mark. Sometimes she wished she'd stayed in New York, or at least transferred to another hospital where the rumor mill wasn't one of the best she'd ever worked in. Her personal business was never just hers, because no matter what it was, it would be around the hospital in days' time, and it made it difficult to keep her professionalism and try to practice medicine with all these rumors floating around.
Really, it wasn't like she had planned it. She had seen the Derek and Meredith thing coming for a while, and prom was just the breaking point. Actually, finding another woman's panties in Derek's tux pocket was the breaking point. But she played the stoic wife, not yelling or crying or anything, instead she chose to escape the one place she couldn't ever really escape, and try to drown her sorrows in liquor. Which of course made it worse, because she'd had a history of being a drunk-dialer, and she was sad - a combination that meant sure disaster.
But when Mark showed up at the door to her hotel room, all of that seemed to disappear. Because here was Mark, a man who loved her, who didn't think about something else while they were having sex, who actually wanted to take her places and do things and be seen with her. So when she tripped and Mark caught her, she didn't pull away when their faces got dangerously close. She just leaned in and closed her eyes, feeling Mark's breath against her lips before he finally kissed her back.
She had pulled away after a few minutes of (mostly) chaste kisses, determined to not let it go any further. But then she saw how dark his eyes were, and felt how swollen her lips were. And really, it was inevitable. She was drunk and horny, and he was hot and available. She just didn't really exactly how hot the standing-up-in-a-too-small-hotel-shower would be, but it turns out? Extremely hot. So hot in fact, that they did it twice. Well, only once in the shower, but then again with her on the sink before she could even make it out of the bathroom.
And then Derek showed up. And she hadn't meant for him to find her like this, especially not with Mark, but it was kind of convenient. Because after all, it did make the break faster and quicker and easier. He had his Lusty Intern and she had her McSteamy, so they were equal now.
But that still didn't lessen the pain over the fact that her marriage of 11, almost 12 years, was over. And when she woke up this morning, with Mark's hand slung over her hip and her legs intertwined with his, she felt sick to her stomach.
She exited the elevator as the bell above her head dinged, and she slipped on her sunglasses as she entered the lobby. God, the one day that she needs it to be rainy, the sun actually decides to shine in Seattle. She made it to her Lexus and unlocked the door, sitting with her hands on the wheel for a minute before she started it and sped off to the hospital.
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She made it to the locker room and through her morning rounds, which made her breathe a small sigh of relief. That relief quickly faded when she saw Dr. Bailey and found out that Alex Karev was at home, taking care of Izzie Stevens, which left her short an intern. And guess which intern was the only one available?
Sometimes, Addison thought that life hated her. This was one of those times.
She shoved the chart and Meredith and rattled off the current diagnosis and tests she needed ran, and watched as the intern scuttled off. Was this how it was going to be? Was she going to play the bitchy ex-wife, tossing around orders and acting cruel, yet feeling like a geeky sixteen-year-old who didn't get invited to the cool kids' party inside?
She sighed and turned back to the counter, finishing some pre-op notes on a patient when she felt an arm slip around her middle.
"I missed you this morning." She shivered as his breath hit the back of her neck, sending a warm flush throughout her body.
"Yeah, well, I had some patients I needed to check on," she said and tried to keep her face neutral and her focus on the words in front of her.
"Addison," Mark started, and she could hear the frustration in his voice. She turned around and his arm dropped to his side.
"Not now, Mark," she said, picking up the chart and returning it to the rack before starting to walk away.
"Addison!" She heard him call her name as she walked down the hallway, but she kept walking.
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Karma really was a bitch.
It was two in the afternoon and Addison was sitting on an over-turned bucket in one of the supply closets, rearranging the swabs and binders and boxes of office supplies, anything she could do to keep her mind occupied.
She had spent the better part of her day (unfortunately) with Meredith, consulting on her patient and then performing her scheduled C-section, which Meredith scrubbed in on. As if that wasn't bad enough, there had been a five-car pileup on the highway, and she got sent a mother who was pregnant with twins and 28 weeks along. Upon her examination, Addison had realized that she had hit her head pretty hard and needed a neuro consult. She was forced to page her husband and then endure the analyzation of the patient's CAT scan, which of course included a lengthy discussion about possible treatment options, all with Meredith, Derek, and Addison stuck in one small room that Addison was sure was getting smaller by the second.
So she had told the nurses at the desk she was taking her lunch, and she had fled to the supply closet closest to her office but farthest away from the interns' gathering spots. And here she was, her heels flung off to the side and her face tear-stained as she counted and counted, hoping that maybe she could disappear in here until everything was okay again.
But her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She didn't say anything, because really, who would think that Addison would be hiding out in a supply closet?
"Addie, it's me," she heard Mark's muffled voice. Of course, he would know she was in there. "I know you're in there, one of the nurses saw you going in." He paused and she hoped that meant he was walking away, but she heard the soft click of the doorknob as it turned open. She kept her hands busy with the alcohol swabs she was counting on the shelf and didn't acknowledge him.
"Addie?"
She ignored him. Sixty-four.
"Addison."
Seventy-eight.
"Addison, what are you doing?"
She sighed, "Counting." She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Mark's expression softened and he kneeled down next to her, his hand on her arm. "Add, are you okay?"
She looked up at him. He was blurry and she couldn't figure out why until she blinked and felt the tears cascading down her cheeks, wet and hot and fast. She dropped the swabs into the box and leaned back against the shelves, covering her face with her hands. "Mark, I - I can't, I just - I…"
She trailed off as her sobs grew, and he sat on the floor next to her, tugging her arms and legs over so that she was cradled in his lap. They sat like that for a long time, her sobs shaking both of them and fading out until she was just hiccupping and breathing heavily. He rubbed her back until her breathing grew steady, and she sat back, bracing one hand against his chest to look at him. Her eyes were red and she wiped at them, expelling all of the leftover tears onto her fingers and wiping them on her skirt.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, turning her face down as she played with the hem of her shirt. "It's just… hard." She looked up at him quickly, and then her eyes darted away again. Sitting here in his lap was just like the old times, when her and Derek would get into a fight and she would grab a taxi to his apartment and they would sit up until late at night, talking and eating ice cream, her head in his lap as he stroked her hair.
"Addie," he started, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and lifting her chin with his finger. "You don't have to apologize."
"But Mark -"
"No 'but Marks'. You know I'm here for you, Add, I always have been." She looked into his eyes and saw how genuine they were. It was true; Mark was always there for her. He was her best friend in New York, the one she could always turn to, and she had missed that. But here he was now, in front of her, after flying all the way across the country at the sound of her voice.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his experimentally, waiting for him to pull back. But he didn't. He just shifted so that she was straddling his lap and his hands were on her waist, thumbs stroking her hipbones through her skirt, and pulled her closer so that her lips were tightly pressed against his. She gasped quietly and felt him slip his tongue between her lips as his hands moved down to caress her thighs. She pulled back as he did that, searching his face.
"Mark, are you sure…?"
He leaned forward and kissing her softly, his hand coming up to trace the outline of her jawbone. "Absolutely," he said, his voice lower than usual.
She nodded at him and stood up, reaching her hand out towards him as he gave her a puzzled look. She kissed him again and braced herself on his shoulders as he lifted her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall. He captured her lips again and their tongues found each other. Addison shifted her weight flicked her tongue out again as Mark groaned at the contact.
She pulled away and Mark braced one arm on the wall next to her shoulder, the other resting very low on her hip. She started unbuttoning the front of her sweater and smiled as Mark watched her fingers dance over the front of her chest, hearing him breathing heavily. She finally got the sweater undone and flung it to the side, unclasping her lacy bra and throwing it along with the shirt. She moaned as she felt Mark's hot breath against her chest and again when he took one of her breasts in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her breast in circles that grew smaller and smaller until he suckled her nipple. She arched against his mouth, banging her head on the wall behind her, and fisted her hand in the material of his shirt. He moved to the other breast and paid it equal attention as he pushed her even farther against the wall, freeing up his other hand to pinch and tease the other nipple.
She cried out softly when she suddenly felt his mouth and hand gone, but smiled appreciatively when she opened her eyes and saw that he had taken off his shirt. He set her down and kissed her again, his fingers threading in her hair and tracing tiny circles up and down her naked sides. Her hands drifted down his chest, her fingernails trailing gently before they settled at his belt buckle. She undid it quickly and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and off. His fingers roamed over her stomach and back before deftly undoing the zipper at the side of her skirt and pulling it down, leaving her standing in her black lacy thong. He ran his hands over her hips and under her bottom, pulling her up against him again as he stepped forward, pinning her between him and the wall.
He kissed her shoulder, leaving wet kisses along it and her collarbone before finding her mouth again. He kissed and kissed her until the next thing she knew, three of his fingers were in her, pumping and curling up against her. She gasped loudly and her head fell forward against his shoulder as she moved against him, finding their rhythm. His thumb massaged her clit as his fingers moved and she moaned as she came, hot and fast over his fingers. She lifted her head to kiss him again, and pulled down his boxers with her toes as he pushed aside her thong with his already-damp fingers. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers and allowing her to taste herself, before he thrust up into her, filling her completely. He relaxed and brushed some hair from her eyes, kissing her forehead as they stood, breathing heavily and adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her again.
He kissed her again and looked into her blue eyes, making sure she was ready before he started moving. He started slow, rocking against her in a careful rhythm. But then she slipped a hand between them and accidentally brushed a finger against where he was meeting her, and his breath hitched. He started thrusting harder and deeper, and her foot was pressing against his back, pulling him closer to her. He batted her hand away from in between them and replaced it with his own, making slow circles around her clit but never really touching it. She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted up, almost pulling him out of her, but then he thrust again and they both moaned as he went deeper. She started writhing in front of him and clenching her muscles, and he knew it wouldn't be long. He kissed her sloppily - all tongues and teeth - and started thrusting harder and faster and deeper and massaging her clit and suckling her left breast with his mouth as he braced one hand against the wall and there. Her muscles tightened around him and he felt her tense up and then relax, her orgasm hitting her full-force. He thrust into her one more time and came, her pulsating muscles bringing him over the edge.
They both moaned loudly as they came and he kissed her again as they stood there pressed against the wall. Her head rested in the crook between his head and shoulder, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest. She kissed his neck and lowered herself to the ground, his hand resting on her hip to make sure she was balanced. He pulled on his boxers and watched as she got dressed with her back turned to him. She hadn't felt this good, this complete, in a long time, and it scared her that it was coming from Mark. So she got dressed hurriedly, and didn't say anything when he softly said her name.
She reached for the doorknob to leave, but she heard him sigh and she turned around.
"Mark." He looked up at her, his eyes still darkened but with a trace of sadness in them. "Thank you." She smiled and leaned over to kiss him softly, lingering for a few seconds before kissing him quickly again and walking out of the supply closet.
Maybe things were starting to look up.