Free: A Grey's Anatomy Fanfiction. Jackson Avery X Fem!Reader

Chapter 2: I Guess You Know Me Better than He Does... (Word Count: 3,713)

"You know... I've always wanted a trophy wife..." Mark slurs in your ear as he wraps his arm around your waist. Even though the surprise party was a dud, there was still free booze, and you knew how much Mark liked free booze.

"Well, I don't know if I'd make a good trophy wife. I don't know if I'd even make a good wife..." You say back to Mark.

He giggles and stumbles, and you hoist him up, and drag him to the On Call room, and you set him down on one of the beds, and lay him down on the bed, and tuck him in.

"Kiss me goodnight?" He slurs and you smile down at him, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you..." he trails off as he falls asleep.

You get up from the bed, and turn to leave, when you see Avery standing by the door, a beer in his hand. "So, are you dating Sloan now, or..."

You laugh, and shake your head. "No. He's my best friend. I've known him for years. He was an attending while I was an intern all throughout Med School and after. There couldn't be anything between us," you wave off. "Besides, he's too much of a slut for me," you snort and Avery laughs quietly.

"So then, why does he get to flirt with you, and... I don't?" He says, though it was more of a question.

Your face goes slack, and you look at Avery with cold, [E/C] eyes. "No. Because I don't know you. Mark knows me. He's known me almost my entire life. You'll never know me like he does."

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You feel lips on your neck, running down towards your clavicle. Hands, strong, steady, around your waist as you feel your back pressed against a wall. The smell of booze, beer, hot on his lips as they come back to yours. A smile, no... a smirk, playing on lips you should not be touching. You smirk back, your breath mingling with his.

He lifts you up, placing his hands underneath your ass as he moves you to a bed. People have probably had sex in this bed before. Who cares. You hope they washed the sheets. First the shirt. You takes it off his body as he breaks the kiss, and stares his warm, melting green eyes into yours.

He brings you back in, and you squeak, letting him lift you off the bed to take your shirt off as well. As he does, he pins your arms above your head and captures your lips in his once again. You smile into the kiss as his one free hand grabs your breast and you gasp into his lips. He swallows it, making you quiet as he reaches around your back, and you arch your back to help him. He deftly undoes your bra and let's go of your arms for a moment, letting you slip out of your bra. As soon as you do, he throws it to the floor and pins your arms again.

He moves his lips down and runs them over your neck, down your clavicle, and down your chest, capturing your nipple in his mouth, his free hand grabbing at your other nipple. You gasp again, and your back arches. He grins and looks up at you, his green eyes filled with mischief. You try and move your hands to run over his shaved head, but he presses your wrists harder into the mattress.

You groan and he looks up at you, smirking. "No," he says and you sigh as his lips go back to your nipple, biting, licking, and sucking at it. Your hands try and grab at something, but they just meet air as your breathing quickens.

He moves up again, he mouths at your jaw as his hand moves down your side and to your belt, which he undoes, and you lift your hips to help him unthread the belt. You go to move your hands again, but he stops you once more. "No. Tonight is about you," he whispers and you moan, your hips twisting at the thought of it. He grins and undoes his own belt, throwing it to the side. He uses his hand to slide your pants for you, and you help kick them off. He grins at you and captures your lips against his again, and he shucks his own jeans, but not before taking a condom out of his back pocket.