.Lexie Grey.

Lexie Surgical resident. Mark Sloan is the love of my life. [mun & muse 21+]

[lexielittlegreymd]

It had been so long since he’s seen Lexie Grey naked. It’s been over years, and somehow it oddly doesn’t feel that way at all. His SON is sleeping in his own bedroom, while the mother of his child is naked. His own hues scan over her body, she’s pale. Just like before. Her body was different, a good kind of different. It’s the same, yet different at the same time. Fingers roam along her frame, her body was still wet from the shower. 

The moment her back hits the bed, he’s pulling his grey shirt off his frame, tossing it to the floor, in a pile that will only continue to add. Her body bounces, and he’s in complete awe. How did he ever let her slip away? Without even trying to fight for her? Blue hues go dark, while he crawls onto the bed, hovering over her. Grinning lightly, he anchors his mouth onto her shoulder, moving towards her collar bone. Hands are running along her body yet again, the ache to touch her had been growing. 

   “You’re beautiful, Lexie Grey.”

He should’ve known. The moment he had gotten the call, he should’ve known that this was the outcome. A crazed fan. How could he have been so blind? So clueless? Having them so far away from him… He was an idiot. Through, and through. Mark’s glued to his cell phone, praying to god his assistant is working her magic to getting something out of this woman. Fingers wrap around her arms, gripping them lightly.

    “She’s a fan, for awhile. Bridget had the     bright idea to write to her, get her off the     mailing list. She hadn’t sent anything in     lately, I should’ve known.”

The phone goes off, and they get an address. He tells the police, looking over at Lexie with pleading eyes. She has to forgive him. 

She watches him take his shirt off and she’s in awe of what’s underneath. She hasn’t seen him shirtless in years, and she can’t say he’s changed much, other than the amount of muscle he’s put on, and managed to keep on despite his surgery. He’s broad, fit, and she feels small underneath him as he crawls over her...and she loves it. Her hands move automatically to his sides, her tiny, cold fingers grazing his warm skin, as his hands make her feel alive.

She tips her head back, letting out the softest of moans as his lips find her shoulder. She fights shutting her eyes, can’t bear the thought she’ll open them and he’ll be gone. She needs him here, has wanted him here for years. Regrets leaving again. Adding to the millions, billions, of times she’s regretted it thus far. This feels so natural--their son in the other room, fast asleep, his father between her legs, still half-clothed, with his mouth on her skin. His words make her suck in a breathe, and she feels five years younger again.

Her hands reach for his sweatpants. She doesn’t want to rush it but she can’t stop herself. She wants to feel him entirely against her. She starts pushing them down with her toes, down his thighs as best she can.

“Thank you.”

Heartfelt murmurs, she means it. She hopes he means it.

Lexie has a moment of fear as he’s telling the police the address, is she dumb enough to have given her return address on her letters? Is this a trap? She doesn’t entertain the thoughts too long because the police are wrapping up their ripping apart of her apartment, and packing up to find this crazy fan’s house. She catches his eyes, those blues she can’t ever let go of, the one’s he shares with their child.

“How crazy is she? What kind of things did she say?”

Lexie doesn’t know why she asks, doesn’t know if she really wants to know. Something inside her tells her she doesn’t, but she also wants to be prepared for what they might find.

“Is she the kind of person who would...hurt someone? Do her letters make her sound that crazy?”

She’s torn between being upset about his lifestyle and the fact that in the end that’s what made this happen, and being mad at herself for ever leaving him so long ago, because maybe if she’d never left, they’d be safe in a house in the suburbs with security 24/7 in a gated community. More tears fill her eyes. This is her punishment, her payback. She looks up at him. This is her fault for living in an unsafe place, for leaving their son at risk.

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She’s surprised when he’s reaching for the shirt–she wants to wear it, for half a second doesn’t understand why he’s taking it from her. When he kisses her, the shirt is forgotten, and she is completely lost in it. She’s drowning and there is no chance she’s coming up for air. Whatever resolve she had has dissipated completely. Nothing has changed. It doesn’t shock her. They always had that fire.

Her hands on his chest, gripping his shirt, pulling him close. She’s transported back in time, feels younger, but yet they have that same cosmic pull between them. It almost feels stronger. Like the years they were apart stoked this fire between them. And now it’s taking them over. Hands are at his sides now, pulling on his shirt. They have a mind of their own, she can’t stop them. She needs to feel his skin against hers. She tries not to think if this is a good idea or not. It’s a bad idea to think about it, that much she knows. Their child is asleep in the other room. There’s no way he’ll wake up, right? She tries to shush her mind as she pulls his tee shirt over is head. The second her fingers land on the bare skin of his torso, she’s spurred on. Maybe they should slow down…maybe she should slow down. For him, it’s probably been a week. For her, its been years. She needs this, needs him.

She selfishly wishes they had a moment to themselves to lay some things out there, to set up some boundaries, to sort some things through. They don’t have that kind of time, this isn’t about them, and that’s the painful truth. But that doesn’t stop the sharp wonder of what this person is talking about.

The police are talking amongst themselves, and she has a slight bit of panic that she just implicated him as a suspect. Or that he might know the person who did this. She mentally takes a step back as she can see how on fire he is. But she also logs away the fact he says he hasn’t been with anyone since her, because if it’s true…

“Okay, okay. Let’s regroup. Who do you know that is angry at you? Or in love with you? Do you have crazy fans?”

Hands on his chest, she’s standing between him and the officers. Trying to focus his attention on her. She thinks he has the key to this.

“Think, Mark! Who would have written that?”

Magnets. That’s what they were to each other. Through and through. Every single time she was near, he has the constant p u l l to be near. To touch her. To breathe her in. GRAVITY. Even when he was greeted with her after so many years in that hospital bed. The want was there, the need was surely there. And then there’s the emotional connection they share. It’s so intense it almost hurts. Fingers thread through her dark soaking wet locks, were comforting. The kiss is full of sparks, that has his lips were enchanted. 

Lungs scream for air, he won’t allow it. Mark won’t allow him to think, won’t allow him to go there. Right now, he aches for this. He has for over five years. With a simple tug, her towel is dropping to the floor. Her fingers are prying away at his shirt, eagerly throwing it to the floor. As they separate, his eyes are devouring her, taking in her naked form. From what he can see, not a lot has changed. If anything, he can spot a few stretch marks along her hips. He welcomes them. Fingers run along her frame, chest rising then falling quickly. Sloan is backing her up against his bed, when he knows the back of her knees hit the frame, he pushes her down against it, watching her bounce. In awe, of Lexie Grey.

All eyes are on them, on him. The famous Yankee baseball player that has yet to return to the game. In fact, he returns to practice next week. Now it’s the farthest thing from his mind. He needs Parker to be found now. Both of his hands are cupping his face, rubbing and squeezing. This cannot be happening. This has got to be some sick nightmare. Pulling his hands down, looking at Lexie Grey, mother of his child. He was missing. Because of what? Because of who? Of course he’s going to have a fan base. 

He remembers Bridget telling him how much of a fan he had. Almost every month would be flooded with letters from this fan. Groaning, fingers threading through his long grey hair. He pulls out his phone from his pocket, scrolling down his contacts for his agent, quickly typing her a message.

     iMessage: Bridget: I need to know that fan we sent a few letters to. ASAP. My son is missing.

     “There’s this fan, she would send thousands of letters.       This has to be her. It has to be. If it’s her and something       happens to him… I won’t be able to forgive myself. This       is all my fault.”

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She’s letting the kisses consume her, letting them intoxicate her. There’s something about this man and the history and the desire and she can’t stop herself. When he pulls the towel loose and it drops, she feels exposed, but instead of backing away, she buries herself in him, his warm, familiar skin. She’s in need of air, even if she doesn’t want it, and when they mutually pull back, she feels his eyes sweep her frame and she feels nervous in the slightest bit, because after all, he’s an amazing pro ball player who can get any woman he wants, definitely women who don’t have stretch marks and who do have the flattest stomachs around.

But as he touches her, she feels her nerve endings combust, shivers up and down her spine, and her insecurities are lost. She finds the bed at the back on her knees, falling back to settle on his bed, comfortable and springy, and she feels five years younger, staring up at him. A smile slides across her features and she’s backing up so her whole body is on the giant bed. Knees slightly parted, elbows propping herself up, her eyes dark and lusty, her whole being completely naked for him, she’s beckoning him with her body.

“Come here.”

Whispers. She doesn’t want to break this spell, ever.

She’s watching him type away on his phone, is dying inside with every second that passes that they wait for answers, for news. She’s hoping whoever he is texting has those answers. She listens as he tells her about some crazy fan, and her heart drops. The crude, violent reality of having a child with a celebrity athlete. Everyone wants a piece of him. Especially of Mark Sloan. She feels like her heart is ripped once more and she wants to throw up.

“Who is she? Do you know her? Where can we find her? We have to find her!”

Lexie is adamant as she’s gesturing to the police to come closer. They have a clue. Finally! She’s terrified for her son’s safety. If this woman is crazy enough to steal him, is she crazy enough to....she can’t even think the words without tears beginning to fall.

“Please tell me Bridget knows who she is, or has a return address or something! How long has this been going on?”

She doesn’t realize she’s gripping his arm so tightly her fingers are white.

[lexielittlegreymd]

Some Cute Sentence Starters

"I'm sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes"

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars"

"You're all I've ever wanted"

"You're...magnificent"

"I think I might be falling in love with you"

"Everything about you can be described in one word. Perfect"

"My life would be so boring if you weren't in it"

"I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I...got food."

"Your lips look so soft. I could kiss them all day long"

"We should get a puppy!"

"We should get a kitten"

"He/She is nothing compared to you"

"I need to choose a pet name for you. Any ideas?"

"I hate seeing you unhappy so now I'm going to do everything I can to cheer you up. Even if it means making a fool of myself"

[farhampton]

[gifgreys]

I understand why you’re doing it. I just don’t understand why I’m doing it.

[transisstor]

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

[lexielittlegreymd]

Sloan’s chest is tight, he feels like it’s about a thousand pounds as of now. Everything was starting to go….. right? Normal? He wasn’t entirely sure on what they were. But here they are. After all of these years. After all of the endless countless amounts of yearning for this woman. Now she’s here. Standing in his condo. In his room. In his towel. With his shirt in hand. Nothing else. He wonders if the want and need will overcome him, it has in the past. God, has it. 

He thinks about Parker. Would it be fair? He’s ought to stop thinking so damn much. If this would’ve happened years ago, he wouldn’t even be thinking so hard. He would’ve just reacted. Would’ve taken the matters into his own hands. He breathes in, out, eyes still on her frame that is having a soft flush across her pale skin. He smiles at her words. He probably had told her the same thing. He means it entirely. Now then ever. It means so much more now. They have a child together. A child which he adores. It was almost not enough to have him just for the weekends. Not even that. 

    “I’ll always mean it.”

He glances down at the floor, less then a foot between them. It’s a pull, really. He can’t even try and fight it off. Without hesitating, he’s closing the small distance between them, pulling the grey shirt out of her hands– tossing it to the floor. When his mouth connects to hers, he melts. As if nothing had changed at all.

          You lead me on. Now it’s time for me to win the game.

Mark looks over at Lexie, eyes wide. What did you do? He takes in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly. Trying to make sense of this letter, the game? Both of his brows are pinched together, shaking his head at Lexie. She had it all wrong. Completely wrong.

     “I didn’t do a single thing. I haven’t been with      anyone since you. Lexie, I have no idea what      this means.”

Officers and detectives take the letter from him, giving him side glances. Making sly comments under their breathes. All he can see is RED. He’s pissed, furious, his breath is short, skin is red. They were insane if they think he had something to do with this. His son was missing for crying out loud!

She’s surprised when he’s reaching for the shirt--she wants to wear it, for half a second doesn’t understand why he’s taking it from her. When he kisses her, the shirt is forgotten, and she is completely lost in it. She’s drowning and there is no chance she’s coming up for air. Whatever resolve she had has dissipated completely. Nothing has changed. It doesn’t shock her. They always had that fire.

Her hands on his chest, gripping his shirt, pulling him close. She’s transported back in time, feels younger, but yet they have that same cosmic pull between them. It almost feels stronger. Like the years they were apart stoked this fire between them. And now it’s taking them over. Hands are at his sides now, pulling on his shirt. They have a mind of their own, she can’t stop them. She needs to feel his skin against hers. She tries not to think if this is a good idea or not. It’s a bad idea to think about it, that much she knows. Their child is asleep in the other room. There’s no way he’ll wake up, right? She tries to shush her mind as she pulls his tee shirt over is head. The second her fingers land on the bare skin of his torso, she’s spurred on. Maybe they should slow down...maybe she should slow down. For him, it’s probably been a week. For her, its been years. She needs this, needs him.

She selfishly wishes they had a moment to themselves to lay some things out there, to set up some boundaries, to sort some things through. They don’t have that kind of time, this isn’t about them, and that’s the painful truth. But that doesn’t stop the sharp wonder of what this person is talking about.

The police are talking amongst themselves, and she has a slight bit of panic that she just implicated him as a suspect. Or that he might know the person who did this. She mentally takes a step back as she can see how on fire he is. But she also logs away the fact he says he hasn’t been with anyone since her, because if it’s true...

“Okay, okay. Let’s regroup. Who do you know that is angry at you? Or in love with you? Do you have crazy fans?”

Hands on his chest, she’s standing between him and the officers. Trying to focus his attention on her. She thinks he has the key to this.

“Think, Mark! Who would have written that?”

[lexielittlegreymd]

Eyes are sweeping across her frame, it was pure torture, really. He was almost begging for it. To just rip the white towel off of her body. Yeah, he caught a peak– but it’s been years since he’s seen her naked, truly. Mark had wondered for so long if she looks the same. If she feels the same? Maybe not. Maybe she was different. A child changes your body. He supposes, she’s young. She bounced back. Taking a deep breath in, he finally meets her eyes for a brief moment. Nearly having to rip his gaze away. Her fingers were fingering the grey shirt he offered her to wear, instead of the white towel wrapped around her. 

Water droplets were creating a pool on his nice hardwood floor. He could care less. She’s bring it up to her nose, and he’s utterly taken back. Maybe they were just being to cautious. He still hurt. He’s ought to put it past them. To move forward. As he promised. His elbow is finally healing, he had gone to a few practices. In about a month, he’ll be good as new. All thanks to her. Sloan grins, eyes wider then ever. 

      “You’re welcome here, Little Grey.        Always.”

Blue eyes are wandering in the apartment. It was trashed. Someone obviously had a plan. Someone took his c h i l d from his mother, and father. His heart hammers against his chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. It was like he was back in the hospital bed, unsure if he would ever play ball ever again. This time, it was so much more worse. Lexie’s grip is tight, and he holds her closer, encouraging her to breathe slowly. Dahila is on a stretcher, she’s covered in her own blood. Brows are pinched, with each second passing by he’s growing more pissed by the second. She’s asking all kinds of questions, he doesn’t know. Whoever did this will pay. Bending slightly, getting eye level with her. It breaks his entire heart. 

    “I don’t know Lexie, I really don’t. There are      sick people in this world. We will find him.”

It was a promise he would make for the rest of his life. He shifts slightly, eyes are stern on the detective that’s asking him several questions. Swallowing hard, shaking his head, palms are sweaty letting go of Lexie he stands straight. Furious. 

    “How dare you. You think this is my fault?      You think I set this up? This is my son that’s      missing. Don’t you have a kid? Would you       like it if I were questioning you?”

Mark whips his head, looking at the officer. Hues are glancing at the white letter, Mr. Sloan across it. Slipping the gloves on, he’s trying to be careful when opening it. He reads it over and over again, heart down to his ankles.

              You lead me on. Now it’s time for me to win the game.

Always? Her cheeks are flushing again but she can’t take her eyes off his. She doesn’t know what to do-is so torn. Does she turn away, to put the shirt on? Or step toward him, which is what she really wants? It’s been years since them. But she can still feel something there. Can he? He just told her she was always welcome in his home. Once before she was too. This feels almost like history repeating itself. She knows what happens next, if that’s the case. Though...are they ready for that? Has he forgiven her?

The bathroom is past him, she takes a step toward him, feeling the water under her feet, the puddle she’s left. She doesn’t look down though because she can’t. She’s entranced. Her heart is racing. knowing there’s just a towel separating her body from his. It’s been years. Would he even want her? He can have anyone he pleases. Whatever strikes his fancy. She’s just Lexie.

Less than a foot between them, she’s holding the soft shirt with both hands.

“I think you told me that once before. Years ago. It means just as much now As it did then.” 

She’s probably too close. But she doesn’t back up. He’s a magnet. She’s drawn in.

Lexie’s reading the note in his hands, feeling sick to her stomach. Reading it over and over again. It’s a woman’s handwriting, that’s evident by the neatness of the cursive. “You lead me on.” The words ring out in her head. She doesn’t want to assume the worst, but this is her son that is missing, their son. Eyes narrow and she’s jumping to conclusions, so many conclusions she might actually vomit.

“Who’d you lead on, Mark? What did you do?”

Staring up at him, she’s overcome. Not that things were great between them, they were still working through their issues, but she was shocked. Was is possible he was doing something in New York, while she raised their son in Boston? Crossing her arms, she’s waiting for an answer. She shouldn’t be jealous, she had no reason to be. He wasn’t hers, by any means, despite whatever had happened between them. But something about him sleeping with someone else still stung. Someone who would steal their son no less. Nice choice in women, Sloan. She wants to spit the words in his face, but holds on to them, waiting for his response.

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“You could’ve tried harder!”

‘ i did the best that i could. ‘

[lexielittlegreymd]

“Yeah, well, it didn’t really seem like it. At least to me. ”

[lexielittlegreymd]

“You'd best sit down..”

“Oh Amelia, I don’t know if I want to,” Lexie’s voice was laden with worry. “Anytime anyone tells someone to sit down before they tell them something, it’s never good news.”

[hurricanexamelia-blog]

“Oh, no it’s not- um..” Amelia didn’t exactly know what to say or how to say it, this was insanely awkward and highly complicated. “It’s just, I.. I’m just gonna say it. I know you’re living at Meredith’s too, but long story short there was two pregnancy tests in the bathroom trash can and one of them was mine but I didn’t get the chance to wait out the five minutes to look at the result because someone knocked so I just threw it away.” This was not the conversation she’d like to be having with her sister in laws sister. “Anyway I went back to look and one of them is negative and one is positive, but I don’t know which one is mine.. I was just wondering if the other one was yours since Meredith has only had Ellis and I kinda need to know which one was mine.”

[lexielittlegreymd]

Lexie’s face flushed as she stared at Amelia. She should have been more discreet, she thought, wanting to disappear. “I…,” she wasn’t ready to have the conversation with anyone, let alone her brother-in-law’s sister. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? I didn’t want anyone to know I was taking a test, because you know how gossip gets around this hospital. I just….wanted to cover all my bases, you know?” She finally sat down on the bench in the locker room, looking down at her hands. “It’s mine.”

[hurricanexamelia-blog]

It hadn’t exactly been the best mid morning talk, but Amelia really needed to know. She didn’t know if it was hers that was positive or Lexie’s. If she hadn’t needed to know which was which and she’d just found Lexie’s, she need would have confronted her about it - who was she to judge anyway? “I’m not, I’m not here to like out you or something. It’s your life, your news, absolutely nothing to do with me.” Amelia had always been a hands on stubborn nosey person, but right now she wasn’t going to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. She was still standing when Lexie sat. “So.. The other one was yours. The..positive one was yours?”

[lexielittlegreymd]

“Yeah, the positive one is mine,” she said, her eyes coming up to meet Amelia’s. “Thanks for not saying anything. I’m sorry if you were hoping it would be yours...we could always do a blood test on you, just to be sure. Run the results under Jane Doe.” She felt bad if Amelia had been hoping the positive test was hers, she wasn’t even sure she was happy about her own positive result. She could keep a secret, and she would help Amelia if she wanted her to. “Besides, anything to not have to think about mine for a little while.” She definitely wasn’t ready to come to terms with that just yet. 

[lexielittlegreymd]

“You'd best sit down..”

“Oh Amelia, I don’t know if I want to,” Lexie’s voice was laden with worry. “Anytime anyone tells someone to sit down before they tell them something, it’s never good news.”

[hurricanexamelia-blog]

“Oh, no it’s not- um..” Amelia didn’t exactly know what to say or how to say it, this was insanely awkward and highly complicated. “It’s just, I.. I’m just gonna say it. I know you’re living at Meredith’s too, but long story short there was two pregnancy tests in the bathroom trash can and one of them was mine but I didn’t get the chance to wait out the five minutes to look at the result because someone knocked so I just threw it away.” This was not the conversation she’d like to be having with her sister in laws sister. “Anyway I went back to look and one of them is negative and one is positive, but I don’t know which one is mine.. I was just wondering if the other one was yours since Meredith has only had Ellis and I kinda need to know which one was mine.”

[lexielittlegreymd]

Lexie’s face flushed as she stared at Amelia. She should have been more discreet, she thought, wanting to disappear. “I...,” she wasn’t ready to have the conversation with anyone, let alone her brother-in-law’s sister. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? I didn’t want anyone to know I was taking a test, because you know how gossip gets around this hospital. I just....wanted to cover all my bases, you know?” She finally sat down on the bench in the locker room, looking down at her hands. “It’s mine.”

[lexielittlegreymd]

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕ : Holding hands

♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse

♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙ : Sharing a bed

♚ : Head scratches

♛ : Sharing a dessert

♜ : Shoulder rubs

♝ : Reading a book together

♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟ : Patching up a wound

♤ : Taking a bath together

♧ : Your muse playing with their hair

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together

♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses

♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣ : Back scratches

♥ : Your muse crying about something

♦ : Slow dancing

[lexielittlegreymd]

“You'd best sit down..”

“Oh Amelia, I don’t know if I want to,” Lexie’s voice was laden with worry. “Anytime anyone tells someone to sit down before they tell them something, it’s never good news.”

[kunnskat]

Pregnancy Sentence Meme

“Are you sure?” “Can you come to the hospital?” “Do you want to know the gender?” “Don’t touch me, this is all your fault!“  “I am pregnant.” “I don’t want you anywhere near this baby when it’s born.” “I lost the baby.” “I had an accident.” “I… Miscarried.” “I can’t do this.” “I don’t want to do this.” “I don’t know if I can do this.” “I want the gender to be a surprise.” “I would be a terrible parent.” “I’m so sorry, but..” “I’m not keeping it.” “I need you here.” “I need your help.” “It isn’t yours.” “It is yours.” “It can’t be mine.” “It’s mine, right?” “My water just broke.” “Oh God, I’m bleeding.” “Should we keep it?” “The condom broke.” “We’re having more than one.” “We’re keeping it.” “Why do I need to sit down?” “You’d best sit down.“  “You’re on your own.” “You’re pregnant?”

[hurricanexamelia-blog]

Pregnancy sentence memes

[lexielittlegreymd]

noapolxgies said: "I think I might be pregnant."

“Wow, Mer. I mean, that’s great, right? Have you and Derek been trying or...?”

[lexielittlegreymd]

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

“Breakfast,” Lexie shot him a grin over her shoulder as she bent down to pull the slightly over-cooked bacon out of the oven. Her intention had been to surprise him with breakfast, though unfortunately, she wasn’t the greatest of cooks. She slid a few crispy pieces on his plate, beside eggs and toast, a steaming cup of black coffee on the counter. “I was trying to make you breakfast,” she said with a small laugh as she set the pan on the stove and turned back to him to catch his reaction. 

[lexielittlegreymd]

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