Rain

The Return

"Why can't you walk like a normal person?"

"Sex," Emily managed to say as she limped to the nurse's station.

"So you and Sloan finally did it?" Cristina asked, glancing over from the nurse's station's office chair. She had her legs propped up on the desk as Emily rubbed at her neck with a held back flinch. Her neck was completely marked with red and a slight purple and if her scrub shirt shifted too far to one side, one could see the bite marks along the planes of her shoulders.

"All weekend," Emily sighed helplessly. "I feel like we christened everything in that hotel room. Twice." Taking out the binders, she felt the muscle underneath her arm that ran near her ribs protest. "Ow."

"When was the last time you had sex?" Cristina smirked and Emily rolled her neck, trying to keep herself awake. "To be honest, I thought you were a virgin."

"Thanks." Emily glared at her friend who proceeded to poke at the styrofoam cup with her paperclips. "Cristina, what is going on?"

"Do you ever think Sloan's gonna cheat on you? He's done it before," she said, "so what's stopping him from doing it again with you? He says he's serious but what makes you take him seriously? Honestly, if I were you, I'd run fast and far away. No one wants sloppy seconds, especially after Mark Sloan's done with you, 'cause then you're just pining over someone who never wanted you in the first place."

"Cristina-" Emily stopped before she could say anything. She swallowed a knot in her throat and took a deep breath. "You know, I hope you feel better about the Burke thing soon," she said instead, taking the binders and leaving.

"When was the last time you called a woman after having sex?"

"That's changed. Don't need to call the woman when she basically lives in my hotel room. I'm turning over a new leaf."

"What was wrong with the old leaf? So they called you a whore. You're a happy guy with Em."

"Are you okay?" he whispered, kissing her shoulder as she burrowed closer. His hands played with her hair as he pressed another kiss to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "Em?"

"I don't want you to go," she said quietly into his bare chest. His legs caught on hers and he tugged her closer. His hand ran over her shoulder and hugged her close as Emily closed her eyes. The skin to skin contact burned and he sighed against her hair, trying to find a way to mould her closer to his body.

"I won't go." He knew it was one of her moods where she became insecure in herself. He simply held her as she let out a sharp breath against his chest. "We should take a shower, and then order some food, and then we can watch your favourite movies." Her arms wrapped around his middle. "Sound like a plan?"

"Okay." Tossing off the covers, he pulled her up and guided her to the bathroom, their naked bodies pressing together like two pieces that had found their right place on the puzzle.

Emily swirled the glass of red wine as Callie groaned, burying her face in a pillow. "Honestly, does Mark make you think of Erica that much? With her blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. Her strong, strong hands..." A sly smile curved her lip as Callie threw the Archfield pillow at her. Yelping, she managed to move the glass of wine out of the way, taking the blow to her face. Pulling the pillow off, she smacked Callie's legs with it. The brunette let it stay on the woman's legs as she leaned back into the headboard. The Latina, meanwhile, head near the end of the bed, just poured herself more wine.

"Shut up about Erica Hahn. Both of you are exactly the same. You and Mark are exactly the same." There was something about her complexion, cheeks dusted with rose and her pupils dilated that made Emily narrow her eyes.