My Only One

When Lexie woke up Sunday morning, the first thing she was aware of was that her bed was incredibly comfortable. She stretched her arms out infront of her, yawning. It then dawned on her that she had no clothes on. Why would she sleep naked?

Very slowly, she turned around and almost screamed at what she saw. Alex was asleep next to her. Suddenly everything that happened the night before came flooding back to the surface of her mind. She slept with Alex. A week before her wedding.

Then she actually did scream. Alex jerked awake, looking around in confusion.

"What the fuck are you screaming for?" he asked dazed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"We - last night - we," she stuttered, breathing heavily, unable to make a proper sentence.

"I believe the sentence you're looking for is, 'Last night we had sex'," Alex said, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

"This isn't funny!" she shouted and pulled her sheet up more around her body, feeling the need to hide herself from him.

Alex saw her pulling the sheet and raised an eyebrow, "I've seen you naked, you know."

"I don't care!" she cried and then wrapped it around her and jumped out of bed, then rummaged around the room for her underwear and clothes.

Alex sat up in the bed, the sheets gathering around at his waist. "Why are you freaking out so much?"

"Because we slept together last night!" she yelled, picking her tank top from the floor, tucking it under her arm.

"I'm fully aware of that," he said, rolling his eyes. "But why has it freaked you out so much?"

"I'm supposed to be getting married next week, Alex! I've cheated! Oh my god, what am I going to do?" she said horrified.

Alex's face fell, "You're still marrying him?"

"I told you," she said quietly. "I made my choice."

She then ran into the bathroom, dropped the sheet and put her underwear back on. Then she caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped. She had sex hair, typically. But her bottom lip had a small cut on it, there was two purple marks along her neck and one on her shoulder. There was even one above her left breast. There was purple marks on her hips, too. But they weren't bite marks, they were handprints.

She gazed at her reflection, horrified. How was she supposed to cover this up? She opened the bathroom door, and Alex was leaning against the frame in just his boxers.

"What the hell have you done to me?" she asked, mortified, turning so he could see the marks.

Alex didn't seem troubled by it. "Well you seemed to enjoy it at the time. Alex, please... don't stop," he said in a mock imitation of her voice.

She just gaped at him, her mouth open then stormed past him in frustration, putting her clothes back on. Alex made no other comment, just stared at her, betrayal in his eyes.

When she had put her shoes back on, she groaned, "Now I have to do the walk of shame. Great."

"Do you only care about yourself?" Alex asked in disbelief.

"Well I'm sorry, but I'm too busy freaking out about the fact that I slept with you last night," she replied angrily.

"Are you seriously going to still marry him? You told me last night that you loved me more than him."

"I know I did," she said quietly. "But I shouldn't have admitted that and I shouldn't have slept with you. It was a mistake."

"You can't blame this on me," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's not as if I forced you into it. You were perfectly willing."

"I know I was, but I wasn't thinking right and I --"

"How can you still want to marry him after last night? You know I'm better for you, Lexie. Why can't you admit that? I bet you've never had a night like that with him."

"Alex, please don't --"

"You know I'm right," he said, walking slowly towards her. "Your relationship with him isn't passionate, is it? It's sweet, yeah. But passion? Not a chance."

She glared at him, "How would you know anything about my love life?"

"Because if your relationship with him had passion, you wouldn't have put so much into it last night. You're starved of it," he said.

She closed her eyes, trying to remain calm. "Alex, just stop please. I have to go."

"Fine," he said, throwing his arms up in the air. "You go back to London and run off and marry a guy you don't really love. That's fine by me."

She said nothing, just grabbed her things and left his hotel room. She checked that nobody was in the corridor of the hotel and dashed into her room. There, she quickly showered and got ready, then made sure all her things were packed and sat down on her bed, not quite sure what she was feeling.

She tried to take her mind off what happened between her and Alex and focus on something else. She tried to think about the wedding next week... except that only made her start thinking of Alex again. No matter what she tried thinking of, it just drifted back to the same thing. All she could think about was how Alex had devestated her body last night and how she wanted him to do it again.

After what was probably a very long time, she realised that she needed to go down to the hotel lobby to say goodbye to everybody and go to the airport with Isabelle. Lexie checked her reflection before she left. She had put on a black sweater, jeans and flat shoes. The jumper covered the mark on her shoulder, but not the ones on her neck, so she put a fashion scarf round her neck and hoped that nobody would question it.

With a last look in her hotel room, she pulled her suitcase along with her to the hotel lobby where everybody was already waiting to say goodbye. Lexie immediately noticed Alex, who was sitting in one of the lobby chairs. He looked up at her when she walked in and she thought that at first he was going to smile, but then his expression turned cold and she hastily looked away.

Lexie was then pulled into multiple peoples arms in hugs of goodbyes, where they all promised they would try and make it to the wedding. Lexie felt a lump rise in her throat and she willed herself not to cry. The wedding. What the hell was she going to do?

"I guess I'll see you sometime next week, then," Jack said, grinning.

"I guess you will," she replied, trying to force a smile.

Jack seemed to noticed because he said, "What's up?"

She knew that she couldn't tell Jack what was really wrong, so she said, "I'm just sad about leaving. I've had an amazing time out on tour with you guys."

Jack hugged her again and then she was being pulled away by Matt who said, "You guys need to get to the airport."

She nodded then hesitantly moved towards Alex, not quite sure what she was going to say to him.

"Alex, I --" she started to say.

"Have a nice flight," he said, bluntly and she just stared at him in disbelief.

"Have a nice flight," she repeated. "That's all you have to say?"

"Well what else do you want from me?" he hissed. "You don't fucking care anyway, do you? Just go home, get married. Get the fuck out of my life."

"Fine," she said quietly, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes but she held them back. "Goodbye, Alex."

He said nothing, just purposely ignored her and started playing with his phone. When she turned back around, she became aware that everybody was watching her. Isabelle was staring at her as if she knew a secret, smiling slyly.

Lexie said some quick goodbyes and followed Matt and Isabelle out of the hotel and into the car. Lexie did not join in with Isabelle and Matts conversation through the journey, nor did she say much when they arrived at the airport, other than to say goodbye to Matt.

Isabelle dragged her round the shops in the airport after they checked in and was talking to her constantly, but Lexie was only half listening. Even when they boarded the plane, she wasn't really aware of anything that was being said to her.

Infact, it was only until Isabelle was repeatedly prodding her in the arm did she realise that they were up in the air already.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or just act like a robot for the rest of the flight?" Isabelle asked impatiently.

"I've done something bad, Izzy," Lexie said, biting her lip anxiously.

"What is it?" she asked, but she had a knowing glint in her eye.

Lexie turned to look at her properly, "I slept with Alex last night." If Lexie was expecting Isabelle to be shocked or appalled, she was wrong. Isabelle was smiling. "Why are you smiling?"

"I knew that already," she said grinning.

"What?" Lexie asked in shock. "How could you possible know?"

"Oh please, the pair of you both stunk of sex this morning," Isabelle replied. "Then with the hostility he was treating you with? It was pretty obvious. I'm sure everybody has figured it out."

Lexie just stared, not really knowing what to say.

"So, how was it?" Isabelle asked eagerly.

"It was bloody fantastic," Lexie replied, then blushed. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No! I want details!"

"Well you're not getting details," Lexie said.

Isabelle bit her lip thoughtfully, "You told him that you're still going to marry Jonathan, didn't you?"

Feeling guilty, Lexie nodded. "I went to go talk to him and told him what I had chosen to do... then we talked, yelled a little bit... then it just happened. Then this morning I totally freaked out. I never meant for that to happen between us. I just got a bit lost in the moment..."

Isabelle sighed, "You are a huge idiot, you know that?"

"What?"

"He loves you!" she nearly shouted, exasperated. "He would do anything for you, yet you practically used him."

"It wasn't like that!" Lexie said defensively.

"Well that's how it seems," Isabelle told her. "But if I can't convince you to stay with Alex, I'll support you in whatever you do. I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to do that even if I don't agree with you."

"Thank you," Lexie said quietly. Then there was a bit of silence.

"Why are you wearing a scarf?" Isabelle asked abruptly.

"Oh um, Alex may have left a mark or two," she replied, blushing. She pulled her scarf down to show the marks on her neck, then moved the shoulder of her jumper to show the one there.

Isabelle gasped, "Damn, girl."

"That's not all," Lexie said grimacing. "I've got one near the top of my boob."

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, "Kinky."

"There's also this," Lexie said and lifted the bottom of her shirt up to show Isabelle the bruises there.

"Are those - handprints?" Isabelle asked, stunned.

"Yep," Lexie said, pulling her shirt back down.

Isabelle looked wistful, "You know how much I would give to have a man love me like that? To be holding you that tight... damn."

"It's not exactly a great thing at the moment," Lexie said worriedly. "How the hell am I supposed to hide them?"

"Oh," Isabelle said, sharing her worry. "Well the boob and the hip marks can be easily dealt with. Just make sure you don't change infront of him. But as for the shoulder and the neck..."

Lexie sighed in annoyance, "I can't wear polo-neck's and scarves all week."

"Make up might work," Isabelle suggested, then studied her a moment. "So that's what, four marks he left on your skin?"

Lexie thought about it for a second then said, "Yeah. Plus the hip bruises."

"That's really hot, I'm just sayin'," Isabelle said. "Damn, he seems like he'd be really good in bed."

"He is," Lexie said almost automatically, then blushed again. Isabelle just grinned. "Did anything happen with you and Jack last night?"

Isabelle frowned, "Not really. I went and hung out with him outside. We talked. He said that he really likes me but he doesn't really want to be involved with anyone right now. With the band and everything."

"I'm sorry," Lexie said sympathetically.

"It's fine," Isabelle said shrugging. "Your relationship problems are worse than mine."

Lexie was inclined to agree.

***

Lexie arrived home very late that night, but Jonathan was awake, he said he wanted to wait up for her. Isabelle and Lexie had stopped at a store on the way home and got some extra make up to cover up her bruises, which seemed to work quite effectively. Lexie kept the scarf on though, just incase.

"Hey," Jonathan said, hugging her. "How was America?"

She grimaced when his hands pressed down on the bruises on her hips, but thankfully, he didn't notice. "Can we talk about it tomorow? I'm jet-lagged and really tired."

"Of course," he said and took her suitcase upstairs for her.

Lexie got changed in the bathroom and desperately hoped that he wouldn't question it. He didn't, just gave her an odd look when she walked back in. His arms went around her when she layed down and had to resist the urge to squirm away from him, terrified that he was going to see the marks on her hips.

But then she fell asleep too quickly to care.