Stuck With You

Break the Silence

"Common, Stevens! Pucker up!"

Though there was a certain red head Mark had been hoping the pager would land on, he decided kissing Izzie Stevens wasn't the worst scenario. After all, it could have landed on Yang.

After releasing a dramatic sigh, Izzie accepted her fate. Climbing over outstretched legs, Mark closed the gap between them. It took a second, but Izzie pecked a quick kiss to his lips before they both shuffled back to their spots.

"Wait, did you guys already kiss? I must have blinked," Callie mused.

Laughter started around the room as Arizona gave the woman a high five. Callie welcomed the quick touch of Arizona's warm hands.

"Guess not everyone can be as hot as you and Robbins," Mark replied, winking at the Latina.

"Who's next?" Arizona quickly asked, desperate for a change in subject.

"We'll go clockwise... So Derek is up," Callie informed, thankful for the change in conversation.

"I have so many reasons not to play," Derek explained.

"I'm a reason," Addison whispered to Alex. He couldn't help but blush at having her lean in so close to him again. She hadn't moved away after kissing him.

"Either play or leave the elevator, there's no other option," Mark informed, grinning at his friends obvious discomfort.

Accepting the pager, Derek begrudgingly spun it. In circles it turned, tension reaching its climax before slowly stopping at Derek's left.

The horror was visible on Marks face as his fate was laid out before him. For what felt like the first time in the surgeons life, he was at a loss for words. Mark stared blankly at the pager pointing directly at him.

"You did this," Derek murmured. "'Spin the pager or leave the elevator', that's what you said!"

"Common guys..." Mark tried. He knew it was hopeless. "I just went."

"No, I think we all want to see this," Callie grinned.

"Definitely," Meredith agreed, a bright smile plastered across her face.

"Let's just get this over with," Derek mumbled.

Both surgeons leaned forward and pecked the other on the lips. Immediately after pulling away, both men ran their coat sleeve over their mouths as the room broke out into laughter.

"I'm happy you all enjoyed that," Derek grumbled.

"Who's next?" Mark huffed.

"I'll go," Cristina volunteered.

For the fourth time that day, the pager spun. Derek couldn't contain his enjoy in watching who it landed on. It seemed fitting.

Cristina, upon realizing the small box had landed facing Meredith, was taken by surprise. Immediately, she reminded herself how lucky was she didn't have to kiss Mark. It could have been worse. Making eye contact with the woman across the elevator, they came to a wordless agreement. She couldn't help but grin.

Shuffling forward, Meredith leaned in, taking Cristina's lips. Though there were no sparks, it was an understatement to say the kiss did not disappoint. After a couple long seconds, they pulled apart, faces blank as they shuffled back to their spots.

"Who's up next?" Addison pondered.

"We're clockwise right?" Callie questioned.

Both women did everything in their power to keep a straight face.

"Wait, so we're just not going to talk about that?" Derek questioned in disbelief. Mark had an equally dumbfounded look plastered on his face.

"What can we say? Guess we're just a little more sure of our sexuality then you two," Cristina deadpanned.

"Why does everyone have to pick on us?" Mark whined.

Once again laughter filled the room, though it died out much too quick. As the lights above flickered and the elevator softly groaned, everybody was reminded where they were. Trapped. It took only moments of silence for heart rates to pick back up and breathing to quicken.

As the silence grew, Mark found himself in search of something to break it. Looking around the room, Arizona's purse caught his attention. As the blonde shifted, an all too familiar glint caught his attention from within her bag.

"Hey Robbins," Mark called, an innocent expression shinning from his face.

"Yes, Mark?" She replied, mentally preparing for whatever the Plastic surgeon had planned.

"Truth or Dare?"

"We're not even playing that any—"

"Truth or Dare?" He repeated.

"Truth," Arizona conceded. She glared at him warily.

"What's in your bag?" Mark asked. He was on a mission.

Panicked, the blonde finally met his determined eyes. "Dare," she sputtered.

The surgeon smiled, he had her right where he wanted her, "I dare you to take the bottle—"

"—Mark!" Arizona exclaimed.

Blue eyes challenged each other in a stubborn battle.

"No, Mark," she scolded.

"Yes, Arizona."

Izzie, upon watching the exchange, was beyond confused. "What's going on right now?"

Although Callie was just as confused, she couldn't take her eyes off of Arizona long enough think anything of it. For whatever reason, the way Arizona's chin jutted out in defiance was oddly intoxicating.

"This is so not a good idea," Arizona tried to reason.

"Either you say it or I do," Mark informed, nodding his head toward the bag.

After a deadly look in Marks direction, Arizona reached inside her purse and begrudgingly pulled out the large bottle he was referring to. Confidently, she held it out before her, though running through her mind were all the awful things that could happen if they dared open it.

"Is that..." Cristina couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth. In that moment, Arizona held everything she wanted. "Oh God, yes."

"It is," Arizona sighed, "Whisky. Aged Thirty freaking years."

Well, I hope you enjoyed! If you ever have any ideas or speculations I'd love to read them in the comments!
~M♡

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