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It ain't about the kissin' and huggin' cause this is a physical lovin'
Straight sweatin' our bodies are rubbin'
Gotta hit that spot just right work me like a 9 to 5
Izzie Stevens shook out her coat as she entered the Emerald City Bar. The rain was starting to pick up outside but that wasn't the reason that she was miserable. No, she liked the rain but she hated her life. She had tried to make it work with George. She tried for three months to connect with him on a more intimate level. But no matter how hard they tried, the two of them still had no chemistry in the bedroom. They decided to call it quits one week ago, leaving them both bitter and alone
She was tired of all the gossip. She was tired of all the stares. But mostly, she was just tired. Her life had taken a wrong turn somewhere. She was sure that she could find that precise moment when her life veered off course. Some would say that it was when she cut Denny's LVAD wire. But she knew better. Others would say that it occurred when she got drunk and slept with her best friend George. But that wasn't it either. No, her life started spinning out of control the minute she stepped foot through the doors of Seattle Grace Hospital. The moment she became an intern, she was no longer in control of her life. Others dictated what she did, when she did it, and who she did it with. But not anymore; she was taking back control of her life.
She had a plan. It was simple really. Of course if she ever told anybody her idea, they would call her crazy. Except, she didn't think that asking someone to be her lover was insane. It was the best way to take power over her life. She was in charge of the when, the where and the who. People may be able to tell her which attending she would follow that day. On whose service she was assigned. But there were no mandated instructions on which attending she would spend the night with. She smiled when she spotted the only person who would be able to help her.
"I think we should have sex," Izzie said as she sat in the empty chair next to Mark.
He cocked an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. "Not going to happen," he replied. He sipped his scotch. "You're drunk."
She scooted closer to him, her lips inches away from his face. She stopped centimeters from his lips before bringing her mouth to his nose and letting out a hot breath. "I'm not drunk. I haven't had anything to drink."
He smirked. What had gotten into Stevens? He had never seen her aggressive like this before. Not that he was complaining either.
"Then why do you want to have sex with me? You don't exactly respond well to my flirtations at the hospital. Is this some kind of dare?"
This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought it would be. He was supposed to say yes. He was supposed to jump at the chance to have sex with her. She had to try a different approach.
"George and I broke up."
"And you needed a sympathy fuck?"
"I needed a new lover."
"I don't date."
Izzie smiled. That's exactly why she chose him. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend.
"Good. All I want to do is sleep with you."
He smirked. "What's the catch?"
"One day a week, you are my lover. From twelve a.m. one day until twelve a.m. the next, I am the only woman you are allowed to be with."
"I'm listening."
"You can't flirt with other women. You can't look at other women. And you can't have sex with other women for that twenty-four hour period of time. But the other six days a week, you can do whatever you want with whoever you want."
He liked the sound of this already. Sex with a hot blonde once a week and he still could have other women. What's not to like about this plan?
"I can deal with that. When do we start this thing?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "You pick the day."
Mark looked at his watch and smiled. It was only 10:30. "How about today? Tuesday can be our day."
She was hoping he would say that.
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Mark slammed Izzie's body against the wall, his mouth fused to her neck. She moaned as he caressed her nipples through the soft fabric of her shirt. She pushed him away from her. She quickly tore off her shirt and removed her pants. She stood in front of him, the black lace of her bra snug around her breasts.
Mark didn't say anything. He just stared at her as her fingers traced the outline of her bra. Her hand stopped at the strap. She dragged it slowly down her right shoulder. Mark swallowed as her other hand traced the same path as the first, stopping at the strap on her left shoulder. She pushed the strap down. She reached around behind her and unclasped the bra.
Mark's eyes darkened as she sauntered up to him. Placing her hands against his still clothed chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. Straddling him, she placed a deep kiss on his lips, eliciting a deep groan from within his chest.
Mark grabbed Izzie and flipped them so that he was on top. Izzie laid her head against the soft mattress and smiled up at him. He took off his shirt before bending down to suckle her neck. Izzie dug her fingernails into his back. That was all the encouragement that he needed. He trailed kisses down her abdomen, stopping at her bellybutton. He dipped his tongue into her navel, the thin sheen of sweat on her body making it taste salty.
"Do you have protection?" she moaned before things went too far.
"In the night stand." He got off the bed and got the nearly full box of condoms. He took one out and handed it to Izzie. He stood over her as he unzipped his jeans and took them off. "You put it on."
Hooking her fingers in his silky blue boxers, she easily slid them down his legs. She licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed his ample manhood. She looked into his eyes as she sheathed him in the thin layer of latex.
He lowered her back onto the bed. He slipped her panties down her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance. "Are you sure?"
She nodded her head. She needed this more than she needed anything else in the world. She needed him inside of her. She needed to feel something when she was with a man. She placed her foot on his butt and forced him inside of her.
He smirked at her. That's the way she was going to play. He thrust inside of her. This wasn't about gentleness. This wasn't about love. This was about instant gratification. This was about a quick release. A mindless fuck.
Izzie groaned as the familiar sensations began building up in her abdomen. She cried out Mark's name as she came, her body milking his release.
Exhausted, Izzie laid her head on Mark's chest. "That was…"
"Amazing," he finished for her.
She smiled as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. "Yeah."
Mark wrapped his arms around Izzie as she snuggled closer to him. He pulled her closer to him and kissed the top of her head. "You can stay as long as you want." It's not that he wanted her to stay he just didn't want to be that guy that kicked a woman out of his bed after sex.
Izzie looked at the clock. It was 11:45. "I should go." She got up and got dressed. She stopped at the door and turned around. "I'll see you next Tuesday." She closed the door behind her.
Mark stretched his legs over his bed, his arms crossed behind his head. He could definitely get used to this.
We have a physical thing
We make love, but don't fall in love
We spend time
Just enough so you get yours and I get mine
No strings attached
I want your body
Not your heart
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I hope you guys liked this. I don't like writing this kind of stuff but it's necessary for the purpose of this story so I tried.
Anyhoo... For those of you that have reading Faking It, I'm almost done with the next chapter and it should post some time tomorrow. This story will be updated whenever I can, but may not reguarly until after I finish my other story. (Sorry)
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