Summary: She tasted like cinnamon.
Spoilers: Set sometime early in season 3.
A/N: This is my first time writing in the Grey's fandom, so be gentle. This was inspired by a prompt from my personal challenge request list, which anyone can add to HERE
She tasted like cinnamon.
It was probably her lip gloss. It had to be her lip gloss. People didn't naturally taste like cinnamon. But on this issue Alex ignored all logic, and ascribed the sensation to her directly.
It started after an argument. They argued a lot. But during one particular fight, she followed him all the way to the on-call room, yelling at him the entire way. He took it for awhile, not responding to her at all. Finally, he had had enough and whirled around to face her. They were nose to nose. She fell silent. They locked eyes.
And then she kissed him. In his mind, that was a rather important point. She
. She started it.
Of course he responded. How could anyone not respond? He may hate her. But she was still hot.
And just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. She pulled away and straightened her clothes. And before he could say anything she turned and left. Leaving him alone, confused, frustrated, but not just a little bit pleased at the new turn of events.
It happened more after that.
It wasn't every day. It wasn't after every fight. But Alex began to be able to predict when it would happen. Some days she'd come to work looking particularly hollow. And those were the days when fights would turn into something more.
When he first made the connection, he tried to stop it. Alex knew he wasn't the world's greatest guy. But there were things he wouldn't do. She had lost the love of her life, after all. She may be a strong woman, but of course there were going to be days when that still killed her inside. He didn't want to be the guy who took advantage of that, no matter how much he might enjoy their time together.
But when he had confronted her on it, she simply shook her head. She told him that she was the one taking advantage. She told him that no matter what he might think, this was actually helping her. She looked him straight in the eye and told him this, and he believed her.
He still hated her. But he also respected her. And not only as a doctor. He was pretty sure she felt the same way about him.
The things that happened in the on-call room, and in the supply closets...they were fun. They were stress relief and a nice break from the day.
But then Alex found himself feeling protective. He wasn't expecting it, but there it was.
He saw her by the nurses' station, talking with Doctor Shepherd. He wasn't close enough to hear what was being said, but he could tell that it wasn't anything pleasant. She left, tears in her eyes, and Shepherd just turned around like nothing had happened, and smiled at Meredith who had come into view.
Alex wasn't even sure of what he was going to say. He just knew he wanted to hurt this man. But when he saw Shepherd put a hand on the small of Meredith's back and whisper something in her ear, he realized he had something of his own to whisper.
He casually walked up to the couple, pausing just long enough to say what he had to say, low enough that only Shepherd could hear. But it was long enough to see the jealousy and anger flare in the surgeon's eyes. It was long enough to see the smirk fade from Shepherd's face, just as one that mirrored it crossed his own. Separated from her or not, the so-called McDreamy apparently hadn't completely gotten over her yet.
And then he was off down the hallway, leaving Shepherd to stew in the wake of five little words.
"Your wife tastes like cinnamon."