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Fic - And I Know Ugliness (now show me something pretty) (Lexie, Mark/Lexie) pg-13, 1/1
Title: And I Know Ugliness (now show me something pretty)
Summary: There are some things Lexie is still in the habit of keeping as closely guarded secrets, tucked away in her bock pocket, meant to be forgotten.
Rating: pg-13
Author's Notes: 722 words. Set in season five, definitely post 5x10. All mistakes are mine. These characters, however, are not. Con-crit is both appreciated and welcome considering I'm a bit rusty when it comes to these two. Title borrowed from Patrick Park.
Summary: There are some things Lexie is still in the habit of keeping as closely guarded secrets, tucked away in her bock pocket, meant to be forgotten.
Rating: pg-13
Author's Notes: 722 words. Set in season five, definitely post 5x10. All mistakes are mine. These characters, however, are not. Con-crit is both appreciated and welcome considering I'm a bit rusty when it comes to these two. Title borrowed from Patrick Park.
“I have to ask,” he begins one night early on with his fingers trailing between her thighs, mouth hot on her breast and she breathes and shifts into him, a reflex of sorts.
Already this is a habit, a routine they’ve created and she loves breathing in the familiarity. He has very nice hands, and a very nice mouth, and smile that is beautiful and serene when absolutely genuine, when it crinkles the edges of his eyes.
Somehow she finds herself reveling in the fact that she knows these things.
Lexie’s fingers ghost over the skin of his shoulders, his back, left leg bending at the knee without thinking twice, opening herself to him.
“Hmm?” She sounds out blissfully, eyes falling closed.
Mark trails his lips along the valley between her breasts, the hollow of her throat, her cheek. She sighs and breathes him in, presses her eyes shut tightly and makes a memory. She doesn’t want to let go.
“When you showed up that night,” he starts and her eyes slide open lazily to meet his. Her smile is slow, but present, calm and full of contentment and he kisses her just once near the corner of her mouth. “What the hell were you thinking?”
It is one of those moments – inexplicable in significance, and she won’t remember much later, everything blurred by the feel of his fingers against her skin, the touch of his lips to hers. He does these things to her, and Lexie likes that when she is with him, even now, even in the beginning, she’s really with him. It’s just him and her with nothing but time and the gentle hint of something that is budding and lingering between them.
A breath hitches in her throat and she’s not exactly sure how to answer that, isn’t sure exactly what sort of answer he is looking for. They’ve talked about things, a lot of things, really, and that memory of that first night with the talking and breathing and being is a fond one, something she will probably end up taking with her for years to come, a keepsake of sorts.
They have talked, sure, but there are some things Lexie is still in the habit of keeping as closely guarded secrets, tucked away in her bock pocket, meant to be forgotten.
There are some things she is just at a complete and utter loss as to how to explain.
It’s lost on her just exactly how to describe to him how consumed with exhaustion and loneliness she had been, how she had showed up on his doorstep just looking for any way to just feel. Doesn’t know how to explain the emptiness she feels here in Seattle, the way she feels that she is losing bits of herself amongst the gloom and the rain and the trial that is her life filled with shadows.
Lexie isn’t sure how to explain that she saw something in him (absolution, maybe, she thinks on her worst days) and how when he’d kissed her it was almost as if she was something resembling whole again. How maybe, just maybe in the beginning she was using him for things she wasn’t even aware she needed.
Mark’s face is expectant as he watches her, and she drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiles, reaches up to palm his cheek for a brief, fleeting second. His face turns inwards, eyes falling closed as he presses his lips against the skin of her hand and she forgets how to breathe for a lengthy stretch of time.
There is a loss as to how to explain this too.
This tenderness, these moments, the way they’ve become people she never thought they would. How in this short distance of time since that night and now she has come to depend on him, on his presence in her life.
“That?” she asks, because she tries for the right words, the truth, but they get lost and this is easier. She chuckles softly. “I was just trying to get laid,” she says and he laughs and laughs and the sound is as wonderful as the feel of his weight settling over her.
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” he breathes, grin curling across his lips.
Her smile is beautiful when he kisses her.
Already this is a habit, a routine they’ve created and she loves breathing in the familiarity. He has very nice hands, and a very nice mouth, and smile that is beautiful and serene when absolutely genuine, when it crinkles the edges of his eyes.
Somehow she finds herself reveling in the fact that she knows these things.
Lexie’s fingers ghost over the skin of his shoulders, his back, left leg bending at the knee without thinking twice, opening herself to him.
“Hmm?” She sounds out blissfully, eyes falling closed.
Mark trails his lips along the valley between her breasts, the hollow of her throat, her cheek. She sighs and breathes him in, presses her eyes shut tightly and makes a memory. She doesn’t want to let go.
“When you showed up that night,” he starts and her eyes slide open lazily to meet his. Her smile is slow, but present, calm and full of contentment and he kisses her just once near the corner of her mouth. “What the hell were you thinking?”
It is one of those moments – inexplicable in significance, and she won’t remember much later, everything blurred by the feel of his fingers against her skin, the touch of his lips to hers. He does these things to her, and Lexie likes that when she is with him, even now, even in the beginning, she’s really with him. It’s just him and her with nothing but time and the gentle hint of something that is budding and lingering between them.
A breath hitches in her throat and she’s not exactly sure how to answer that, isn’t sure exactly what sort of answer he is looking for. They’ve talked about things, a lot of things, really, and that memory of that first night with the talking and breathing and being is a fond one, something she will probably end up taking with her for years to come, a keepsake of sorts.
They have talked, sure, but there are some things Lexie is still in the habit of keeping as closely guarded secrets, tucked away in her bock pocket, meant to be forgotten.
There are some things she is just at a complete and utter loss as to how to explain.
It’s lost on her just exactly how to describe to him how consumed with exhaustion and loneliness she had been, how she had showed up on his doorstep just looking for any way to just feel. Doesn’t know how to explain the emptiness she feels here in Seattle, the way she feels that she is losing bits of herself amongst the gloom and the rain and the trial that is her life filled with shadows.
Lexie isn’t sure how to explain that she saw something in him (absolution, maybe, she thinks on her worst days) and how when he’d kissed her it was almost as if she was something resembling whole again. How maybe, just maybe in the beginning she was using him for things she wasn’t even aware she needed.
Mark’s face is expectant as he watches her, and she drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiles, reaches up to palm his cheek for a brief, fleeting second. His face turns inwards, eyes falling closed as he presses his lips against the skin of her hand and she forgets how to breathe for a lengthy stretch of time.
There is a loss as to how to explain this too.
This tenderness, these moments, the way they’ve become people she never thought they would. How in this short distance of time since that night and now she has come to depend on him, on his presence in her life.
“That?” she asks, because she tries for the right words, the truth, but they get lost and this is easier. She chuckles softly. “I was just trying to get laid,” she says and he laughs and laughs and the sound is as wonderful as the feel of his weight settling over her.
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” he breathes, grin curling across his lips.
Her smile is beautiful when he kisses her.