Memories

[chatai]

Title: Memories

Prompt: Fall

Rating: PG13?

Word count: 612

Author’s note: Just a short oneshot from Alex’s POV. Standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own anything, if I did there would be slash! R&R I very much appreciated, in fact it makes my day, so please do, concrit is always welcome.

It was hard to say, when it happened. I mean. I suppose it was a gradual thing.

I mean, I remember the first time we had sex.

It had started, the way these things do, with a dumb amount of tequila. And, of course, a bar. But then the bar had shut, and we had to find somewhere else to drink. I’m not sure what in the hell possessed me to ask George to go home with me, or why he said yes instead of laughing in my face, but we both had the next day off, and it had seemed like a good plan at the time.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on George’s face when he woke up the next morning, legs tangled with mine with nothing but the sheets of my bed covering us. The transition of his expression from shock, to realisation, to surprise, to maybe this was ok was rapid and would have been kind of funny if I hadn’t been so damn nervous. Cos the strange thing? I wanted it to be ok and I mean really wanted. We made pancakes, well George made them and we ate breakfast together. It was then that I had realised that I wanted more. I didn’t want another meaningless one night stand. In fact what I wanted, right then at that very moment was George. So we kept going, kept having sex and breakfast whenever they had the opportunity, keeping this… whatever it was quiet, without really talking about it. It was just rught.

And the first time I asked him on a date, ’cos it made me feel sixteen years old again.

“I know this is retarded, ’cos we’ve been having sex for weeks, but do you want to go get something to eat?” I asked one morning.

“We just had pancakes.” George had replied.

“Dude, I just asked you on a date and that how reply. God Bambi why do I bother?” I had growled, and stormed off to shower. He followed me, pushed me again the cold bathroom tiles, and kissed me. Then told me we had the most messed up relationship ever and that we were supposed to date before we started having incredible sex. Which is, you know, true, but still.

And unfortunately I remember the first time we ever got caught

We were on the floor in George’s room; we’d missed the bed, having that really franticneedyounowneverstoptouchingme sex that you have after a 30 hour shift of brushing against each other in the hallways and me trying not to drag him into the nearest linen closet, ’cos we’d agreed not to have sex at work,  when it happened. Izzie threw the door open, hitting us both in the side and then beat a hasty retreat when she realised what she had walked in on. She ran down the stairs and out of the house slamming the front door on her way out. Because she didn’t know that her evil spawn ex was sleeping with her male best friend. Because no-one knew. We had to be the best kept secret at SGH. I remember untangling myself from him, finding and handing him his boxers and making him go after her. Because… well that was the good boyfriend thing to do. And then lying on my back on his bed staring at the ceiling, praying that this wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be; we’d only just gotten started.

But the actual fall in love moment? I can’t remember it. There weren’t fireworks or a parade, it just happened, quietly, almost without bothering to let me know. But I wish I knew when.