almost crimes {mark/lexie}
Title: Almost Crimes
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Lexie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 932
Prompt: Written for abvj for the Alphabet meme (a is for absolution).
Summary: Spoilers for 5.20 - Sweet Surrender. Now that they don't have to hide and she doesn't have to be nervous all the time, she's got this feeling like they got off too easily.
It’s probably a little late, not to mention a bad thing, that Lexie is just now finding it kind of weird when she doesn’t have to sneak kisses when Meredith and Derek are upstairs, almost definitely sleeping or doing other things, or, you know, avert her eyes and keep at least a foot of distance between her and Mark every time one of the two of them is in the same room.
There was that whole forbidden aspect that they were still running off of and, even though it had her freaked out and stressed and just generally a mess by the end of it, she’d gotten used to it, in one form or another. Being without that kind of makes it feel too easy, like something else is going to go wrong.
“You’re paranoid,” he says, brows knit together in a frown, as he pulls back the rest of the way from that kiss that she’d broken because she felt like if she didn’t say something she might explode at that very second.
“Maybe.” She replies, watching the steam rise off of the mug as he pours coffee into it, losing the rest of her sentence for a few seconds as she fixates on that, stuck on some extended lack of sleep related time delay. His now raised eyebrows bring her back again, causing to cover with a little less finesse and a little more honesty than she would’ve preferred. “Maybe I’m just being realistic.”
“You need to relax.” He tells her. Footsteps thunder down the stairs; a beat later the front door slams shut. Alex, she knows, thanks to that now being the third time he’s made sure everyone is awake before five. Under his breath, he mutters, “Everyone needs to relax.”
“It’s nice that you finally managed to say that without turning it into a sexual innuendo.” She observes, cocking her head and giving him a smile that’s maybe trying to make up for the fact that, yes, she probably is paranoid, and she’s probably going to make him crazy if she keeps talking like this. But, like everything else, he’s taking it in stride, and if she said she wasn’t surprised then she would be lying.
She thinks that has a lot to do with Derek though, probably more than he’d like to admit. She knew he missed Derek, whether or not he wanted to admit that. He was happier now.
“I try.” He says, but they both know better than that. “Besides, this is like…absolution.”
Lexie frowns at the word. “Okay.”
Off her look, he asks, “what?”
She looks at her hands on the counter, tries not to laugh at the absurdity of what she’s about to say, as she points out, “I feel like I’m in church now.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t going for the innuendos then.” She does smile at that. “And that’s not what I meant.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He gives her this intense look that makes her equal amounts nervous and turned on, and she isn’t absolutely sure which feeling she wants to go with right now, so she just bites her lip and waits for whatever explanation he’s got. It comes after a moment. “I meant that we’re off the hook. No more secrets, no more guilt.”
“All because you whipped out a stitch faster than Derek could think about even doing it?”
“I didn’t say I understood it.” Mark says, with a shake of his head, but she’s fairly sure he doesn’t care about the whys. You don’t ask with the good things, you just go with them. “I just said we’re free.”
“Absolution huh?” But she can’t help but wrinkle her nose at the word still, even if she’s just mimicking him. He nearly rolls his eyes, coming back to take his seat next to her again, leaning in to kiss her full on the lips, the kiss that she interrupted earlier. She smiles against his lips, her hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck.
Which is when they hear footsteps again. They break apart on pure instinct, and Lexie starts doing this nervous fidgety thing as soon as she realizes it’s Derek who’s just walked into the kitchen.
“Morning,” he manages with a smile that she figures is only half-faked, and at least he’s trying. Either way Mark’s oblivious to it, falling into easy conversation with him, his hand on her leg, warm fingers through her jeans. She thinks it would be a lot more of a statement if Derek could actually see it.
Two minutes later, when Derek’s gone back upstairs to shower, and it’s the two of them again, she looks him dead in the eye and tells him, “We need to move.”
“He’s fine with it,” Mark tells her.
“Maybe. But still.” She gives him these wide, pleading eyes that work on him more often than not, and adds, “And it’s not all about him or…this. I just think we should. I mean, you really need to move out of that hotel at some point anyway, and I need to move out of here…”
“Okay.” It comes as a surprise, just how easy that was. “We’ll look at apartments then.”
“Seriously?” She asks, eyes still wide, but unintentionally so now.
He shrugs. “Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?”
“Yeah, I just…didn’t think you’d go for it.”
“You underestimate me Little Grey.” He presses his lips to hers again, quicker this time, so that he can pull back and say, “but I still think you’re paranoid.”
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Lexie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 932
Prompt: Written for abvj for the Alphabet meme (a is for absolution).
Summary: Spoilers for 5.20 - Sweet Surrender. Now that they don't have to hide and she doesn't have to be nervous all the time, she's got this feeling like they got off too easily.
It’s probably a little late, not to mention a bad thing, that Lexie is just now finding it kind of weird when she doesn’t have to sneak kisses when Meredith and Derek are upstairs, almost definitely sleeping or doing other things, or, you know, avert her eyes and keep at least a foot of distance between her and Mark every time one of the two of them is in the same room.
There was that whole forbidden aspect that they were still running off of and, even though it had her freaked out and stressed and just generally a mess by the end of it, she’d gotten used to it, in one form or another. Being without that kind of makes it feel too easy, like something else is going to go wrong.
“You’re paranoid,” he says, brows knit together in a frown, as he pulls back the rest of the way from that kiss that she’d broken because she felt like if she didn’t say something she might explode at that very second.
“Maybe.” She replies, watching the steam rise off of the mug as he pours coffee into it, losing the rest of her sentence for a few seconds as she fixates on that, stuck on some extended lack of sleep related time delay. His now raised eyebrows bring her back again, causing to cover with a little less finesse and a little more honesty than she would’ve preferred. “Maybe I’m just being realistic.”
“You need to relax.” He tells her. Footsteps thunder down the stairs; a beat later the front door slams shut. Alex, she knows, thanks to that now being the third time he’s made sure everyone is awake before five. Under his breath, he mutters, “Everyone needs to relax.”
“It’s nice that you finally managed to say that without turning it into a sexual innuendo.” She observes, cocking her head and giving him a smile that’s maybe trying to make up for the fact that, yes, she probably is paranoid, and she’s probably going to make him crazy if she keeps talking like this. But, like everything else, he’s taking it in stride, and if she said she wasn’t surprised then she would be lying.
She thinks that has a lot to do with Derek though, probably more than he’d like to admit. She knew he missed Derek, whether or not he wanted to admit that. He was happier now.
“I try.” He says, but they both know better than that. “Besides, this is like…absolution.”
Lexie frowns at the word. “Okay.”
Off her look, he asks, “what?”
She looks at her hands on the counter, tries not to laugh at the absurdity of what she’s about to say, as she points out, “I feel like I’m in church now.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t going for the innuendos then.” She does smile at that. “And that’s not what I meant.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He gives her this intense look that makes her equal amounts nervous and turned on, and she isn’t absolutely sure which feeling she wants to go with right now, so she just bites her lip and waits for whatever explanation he’s got. It comes after a moment. “I meant that we’re off the hook. No more secrets, no more guilt.”
“All because you whipped out a stitch faster than Derek could think about even doing it?”
“I didn’t say I understood it.” Mark says, with a shake of his head, but she’s fairly sure he doesn’t care about the whys. You don’t ask with the good things, you just go with them. “I just said we’re free.”
“Absolution huh?” But she can’t help but wrinkle her nose at the word still, even if she’s just mimicking him. He nearly rolls his eyes, coming back to take his seat next to her again, leaning in to kiss her full on the lips, the kiss that she interrupted earlier. She smiles against his lips, her hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck.
Which is when they hear footsteps again. They break apart on pure instinct, and Lexie starts doing this nervous fidgety thing as soon as she realizes it’s Derek who’s just walked into the kitchen.
“Morning,” he manages with a smile that she figures is only half-faked, and at least he’s trying. Either way Mark’s oblivious to it, falling into easy conversation with him, his hand on her leg, warm fingers through her jeans. She thinks it would be a lot more of a statement if Derek could actually see it.
Two minutes later, when Derek’s gone back upstairs to shower, and it’s the two of them again, she looks him dead in the eye and tells him, “We need to move.”
“He’s fine with it,” Mark tells her.
“Maybe. But still.” She gives him these wide, pleading eyes that work on him more often than not, and adds, “And it’s not all about him or…this. I just think we should. I mean, you really need to move out of that hotel at some point anyway, and I need to move out of here…”
“Okay.” It comes as a surprise, just how easy that was. “We’ll look at apartments then.”
“Seriously?” She asks, eyes still wide, but unintentionally so now.
He shrugs. “Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?”
“Yeah, I just…didn’t think you’d go for it.”
“You underestimate me Little Grey.” He presses his lips to hers again, quicker this time, so that he can pull back and say, “but I still think you’re paranoid.”