the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13slybrunetteMay 11 2009, 22:03:41 UTC
“No.”
“No? Why no?”
“Because this,” she fiddles with buttons on the small but dangerous piece of equipment sitting in her lap, pressing them in order, trying to find the one that switches the red light off, “this is the kind of thing that will end up on Youtube or the adult film equivalent of that, and I’m already infamous for breaking your…” they both simultaneously clear their throats, “and I really don’t need this too.”
He gets it out of her hands with surprisingly little effort and she falls against his shoulder, watching him easily turn it off, with her face half buried in the crook of his neck like she’s hiding. “Happy?”
“No,” she whines, again, and pulls back from him now that she’s sure that the video camera is in fact off. “Please tell me that the box of unlabeled videos that’s in the closet isn’t a box full of sex tapes of your former conquests.”
“You think,” he stops, in order to compensate for the laughter that stilts his words, pressing his lips together to muffle the sound a bit as he looks down at the camera, “you think those are sex tapes?”
For someone who isn’t inside his head this isn’t nearly as funny as it is to him, because this might just be the first time someone’s ever accused him of being dirty or perverted in one way or another and been wrong about it. But he can tell by the look he receives that this is definitely not funny to her. “And you don’t find this even slightly disturbing.”
“Because they aren’t sex tapes.”
She raises an eyebrow, like she doesn’t believe him. “Then what are they?”
There is no pause, no wavering on his answer. “I’m vain, Lexie, but I’m not that vain. They’re surgeries.”
“Surgeries?” The eyebrows do not lower. “Seriously? Who keeps videos of old surgeries?”
“Your sister. Among others.” He replies, suddenly glad for that conversation he’d had with Derek regarding the mass amounts of memorabilia left over from Ellis Grey’s golden days, memorabilia which happened to include no less than thirty surgeries, possibly closer to fifty surgeries, on tape. “And it was a med school thing. Derek and me and Addi - it was a med school thing.”
“Must be some old tapes,” she remarks, with a teasing smile, seeming momentarily to forget why she was so perplexed earlier and then, almost as quickly, remembering. “So why were you trying to make a sex tape now?”
“I wasn’t,” he insists, “I lent it to...I lent it to a friend, and I guess my finger must have slipped when I put it down.”
“Uh-huh.” There’s something that sounds akin to growing suspicion in her voice. “Don’t you think that excuse sounds just a little too neat and tidy and harmless?”
Mark weighs the pros and cons between telling her something that the friend in question probably didn’t want her to know, and not telling her and having her refuse to have sex with him until she sweeps the room for other cameras or quite possibly never again. He decides solving the latter is more important than any injury that could come from the former. “I lent it to Callie.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks turn an interesting shade of red-pink and she stops him before he has to do anything more but imply what he means. “Okay. Well. That’s…that’s a nice thing of you to do.” Slowly, after the initial bout of shock at his explanation, the teasing smile comes back and she asks, “What did you ask for in return? A copy?”
He nudges her with his shoulder, giving her a look of mock-hurt, and she smiles and straddles his lap, moving the camera to the side of the bed, making damn sure it’s off. It’s teasing, the way she makes sure to stay mere inches away from his lips as she waits for her answer. “Now why would I need that when I’ve got my own entertainment?”
Re: the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13slybrunetteMay 12 2009, 01:31:07 UTC
See, you've started a dangerous thing with this ficathon, because all I can do is write, write, write, and I so have other things I'm supposed to be doing. But this is more fun.
He has. He lied. I think they both know that. But according to previous fics of mine, so has she, and, well, I mix my fanon with canon a little too much, and so I've arranged it in my head that it doesn't matter so much.
Re: the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13slybrunetteMay 12 2009, 01:41:02 UTC
Exactly. Even if I have a backlog of fic and people who actually are paying for me to write them fic, lol.
LOL. Jeez, I take that as a serious compliment. I do that a little too often though; i'll look at a scene and think that we've been here and done this.
Re: the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13littleone87May 12 2009, 02:22:45 UTC
This was fantastic. More than I expected! LOL. I think it's hilarious and so Mark to want to create a sex video! Hahaha! Plus, that Lexie thought all of his tapes were sex videos. (I can definitely see her thinking that!) :P
Re: the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13citron_presseMay 12 2009, 16:48:52 UTC
I loved this. I loved all of it - unqualified - from start to finish. But I just have to quote this: this might just be the first time someone’s ever accused him of being dirty or perverted in one way or another and been wrong about it. because it's such a brilliant line.
Re: the sex tape incident - mark/lexie - pg-13shiparkerMay 13 2009, 02:43:53 UTC
The last setence? Freaking gold. I liked the use of youtube on this one (Interesting request BTW). You can nail every character of this show and I am glad you're on the bright and shiny side of the force hehe. There is some easiness on their interaction that comes across really well in your fanfiction (Making it very in character). I also love your dialogs and how there is nothing forced and too sugary sweet. You're brilliant :)
“No? Why no?”
“Because this,” she fiddles with buttons on the small but dangerous piece of equipment sitting in her lap, pressing them in order, trying to find the one that switches the red light off, “this is the kind of thing that will end up on Youtube or the adult film equivalent of that, and I’m already infamous for breaking your…” they both simultaneously clear their throats, “and I really don’t need this too.”
He gets it out of her hands with surprisingly little effort and she falls against his shoulder, watching him easily turn it off, with her face half buried in the crook of his neck like she’s hiding. “Happy?”
“No,” she whines, again, and pulls back from him now that she’s sure that the video camera is in fact off. “Please tell me that the box of unlabeled videos that’s in the closet isn’t a box full of sex tapes of your former conquests.”
“You think,” he stops, in order to compensate for the laughter that stilts his words, pressing his lips together to muffle the sound a bit as he looks down at the camera, “you think those are sex tapes?”
For someone who isn’t inside his head this isn’t nearly as funny as it is to him, because this might just be the first time someone’s ever accused him of being dirty or perverted in one way or another and been wrong about it. But he can tell by the look he receives that this is definitely not funny to her. “And you don’t find this even slightly disturbing.”
“Because they aren’t sex tapes.”
She raises an eyebrow, like she doesn’t believe him. “Then what are they?”
There is no pause, no wavering on his answer. “I’m vain, Lexie, but I’m not that vain. They’re surgeries.”
“Surgeries?” The eyebrows do not lower. “Seriously? Who keeps videos of old surgeries?”
“Your sister. Among others.” He replies, suddenly glad for that conversation he’d had with Derek regarding the mass amounts of memorabilia left over from Ellis Grey’s golden days, memorabilia which happened to include no less than thirty surgeries, possibly closer to fifty surgeries, on tape. “And it was a med school thing. Derek and me and Addi - it was a med school thing.”
“Must be some old tapes,” she remarks, with a teasing smile, seeming momentarily to forget why she was so perplexed earlier and then, almost as quickly, remembering. “So why were you trying to make a sex tape now?”
“I wasn’t,” he insists, “I lent it to...I lent it to a friend, and I guess my finger must have slipped when I put it down.”
“Uh-huh.” There’s something that sounds akin to growing suspicion in her voice. “Don’t you think that excuse sounds just a little too neat and tidy and harmless?”
Mark weighs the pros and cons between telling her something that the friend in question probably didn’t want her to know, and not telling her and having her refuse to have sex with him until she sweeps the room for other cameras or quite possibly never again. He decides solving the latter is more important than any injury that could come from the former. “I lent it to Callie.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks turn an interesting shade of red-pink and she stops him before he has to do anything more but imply what he means. “Okay. Well. That’s…that’s a nice thing of you to do.” Slowly, after the initial bout of shock at his explanation, the teasing smile comes back and she asks, “What did you ask for in return? A copy?”
He nudges her with his shoulder, giving her a look of mock-hurt, and she smiles and straddles his lap, moving the camera to the side of the bed, making damn sure it’s off. It’s teasing, the way she makes sure to stay mere inches away from his lips as she waits for her answer. “Now why would I need that when I’ve got my own entertainment?”
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He has. He lied. I think they both know that. But according to previous fics of mine, so has she, and, well, I mix my fanon with canon a little too much, and so I've arranged it in my head that it doesn't matter so much.
I'm glad you liked it hun! Thanks!
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LOL. Jeez, I take that as a serious compliment. I do that a little too often though; i'll look at a scene and think that we've been here and done this.
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Thank you for this. =)
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I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Thank you for writing! =)
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Awesome!
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“I’m vain, Lexie, but I’m not that vain. They’re surgeries.” <-- Gave me quite a laugh!
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