Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's anatomy!

A/N: Well here's a new thought. I'm trying something different with the first chapter of this. The first half will be in character POV's and then the second will be in third person. I thought I could write the whole thing in first person but I can't. It gets annoying. LOL!

Marks POV

Here I am, alone in the cafeteria, my tray sitting in front of me untouched. My mind was on other things and they didn't pertain to my lunch. My eyes are locked on the woman sitting just a few tables from mine. I can't believe that I'm here watching her and all I can think about is getting her in an on call room and ravishing her. She's slowly twirling a piece of her raven hair around her delicate fingers. I'm amazed how such beautiful hands could break a bone with ease. Her chocolate eyes are focused on the magazine before her, unaware of my gaze on her. I study her every move, right down to the way she would scrunch her nose when she had an itch and was too relaxed to actually scratch it. Her tray is settled between her and the magazine, completely organized and neat. I've noticed over the past few days that she would eat the same thing for lunch, a fruit salad, and turkey on wheat, milk and the occasional cup of coffee. I shift in my seat as she picks up her fork and stabs a piece of fruit, a chunk of watermelon, and brought it to her lips. She pauses for a moment letting the juice touch her lips, before putting the sweet food into her mouth. She slowly licks the juice that had escaped her lips and rolled down her chin. God she can even make eating fruit sexual. Does she live to torture me? I grip the bracing under the table to regain control. It's not working. I take a deep breath and continued to look at Seattle Grace's Chief Resident, trying to ignore the fire burning in my stomach. She closes the magazine and leaned back to stretch her back, running her hands through her long dark hair. I think I prefer her hair straight to her luscious curls. I watch as she lifts her hands above her head, causing her scrub top to rise, showing a small patch of her caramel skin. It's like she is trying to get me aroused. Our eyes meet for a brief moment and that causes the fire to burn stronger. I think it's better if I leave now before I loose control and take advantage of her right here in front of the entire hospital. I quickly grab my tray and flee the cafeteria, tossing my uneaten lunch in the nearest garbage can. This woman is going to be the death of me. I have to figure out what I'm going to do, before she kills me.

Callie's POV

I can't believe he doesn't know I know he's watching me. He's been staring at me like a dog at a chew toy for the past three days. It's not something a person doesn't notice. Not to mention the whispers and glare he gets from the nurses who aren't getting his attention. So much for the nurses against Mark Sloan, I guess it's ok when it's them he's looking at. I find it quite funny actually. I can sit here all day and make him sweat. He thinks I sit here and read a magazine, when I'm actually looking at him, pretending to read it. Men are so blind. Is he that oblivious to the fact that I'm flirting? Here I am seductively eating a piece of watermelon and I get up early every morning to straighten my hair, a task that takes forever due to my ridiculous curls, because I know he likes it. I watch him just as much as he watches me, but mine is more discreet. I've started watching his surgeries just to see him. He's starting to get a little agitated. What to do? I know. I shut the magazine and lean back in my chair, putting my hands in my hair and running them to the ends. I'm trying to hide the smirk that's trying to appear. My tactics are working. I lift my hand up and stretch out my arms, making sure that my top comes up a little. He has that look in his eye. I know he can't take anymore. He'll either come over here or he'll leave. My guess is he's going to leave. He's gathering his stuff and he leaves the cafeteria, not even bothering to eat his lunch. I pull my hands back down and I grab my fork. I giggle lightly to myself. He's so mine. Torres one, Sloan Zero. I know it's a matter of time before he breaks. I put my finger in my mouth and gently bite down on my nail, thinking of ways to torture him a little longer. I grab my tray and get ready to leave but I can't. Cristina has just walked in and she's coming my way. I sit back down and cross my legs, waiting for her to sit down. She tosses her tray on the table. I look up at her and raise an eyebrow.

"Bad day?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest. Cristina looks at me like I'm a total idiot. I raise my hands in defense.

"What?" I ask. She picks up her sandwich and takes a bite out of it like it were an animal at its prey.

"Spill it. If you don't tell me now I'll just ask you when you get home tonight? Or I could just with hold your dinner." I said, smirking at her. Moving in with Cristina was one of the best moves I had ever made. Once I got over the fact that she was a total slob I was fine. I will get her to clean if it's the last thing I do. I don't know how long I can go with it being a mess. She looks at me and sighs. Haha, I win.

"Hahn is killing me. She has Izzie on her service every freaking day! I'm the cardio guru! I do everything in my power to prove myself to her and she still won't let me in." she says. I knew it had to do with something relating to Hahn. That woman has been the conversation every night she arrived. Cristina comes home pissed every day, and clearly I'm sick of hearing about it.

"Well, I have a hip replacement in an hour, you can scrub in if you want but I know it's not as cool as cardio." I tell her. Cristina nods.

"Sure, I'm in. Anything that gets me out of the pit, where you put me!" she says sarcastically. I raise an eyebrow and look at her trying to be the superior. It's not working. I bust out laughing.

"Sorry, I'll pull Meredith out of the clinic and make her leave George in the clinic." I explain. Cristina laughs and takes a drink of her soda.

"Nicely done Torres." She says, causing me to roll my eye. I grab my tray and stand up.

"I'm going to go. Pick any of your interns to prep the patient. I have to get a few things before." I say and turn on my heel. Cristina hollers something to me but I can't make it out. Oh well if it's important she'll tell me later. I dump my tray and leave the cafeteria. Now what to do with Mark?

3rd Person

Mark paced the 3rd floor nurses station, trying to wrap his brain round what was going on with Callie. She was driving him insane. Just her walking by him gave him an almost instant erection. His body was reacting to her like never before. He was always ducking into a closet or bathroom to get rid of his problem. He found that thinking of old women naked was an instant turn off. He placed his hand on the back of his neck, trying to think but there was nothing there. His body was acting completely male. All he wanted to do was find Callie and get it over with. He groaned when he saw the Latina surgeon turn a corner. Callie looked up and smiled she had him. She was going to simply walk by him and accidentally bump into him. Too bad Mark had other plans. He walked up to her and grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her into a nearby supply closet. He shut the door behind them and leaned against it.

"What the hell are we doing?" he asked. Callie shrugged her shoulders and looked at him innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She responded.

"Like hell you don't. You can't stand there and tell me you don't know I watch you all the time."

"I may have noticed." She said. Mark groaned and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. He kissed her, pushing her back against the wall. Callie's hands fumbled to get her hands to his pants. She quickly untied them and pushed them down his hips. Mark quickly grabbed her top and pulled it over her head. He fisted a hand in her hair, continuing to kiss her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and groaned as her hands pulled his shirt over his head, causing their kiss to break. Mark reached between them and cupped a breast. His fingers played with an erect nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. He used his other hand to untie her pants and push them down. He ran his hand into her slick folds. She was hot and ready for him. His fingers found her swollen nub and he rubbed his thumb over it just before he dipped two fingers deep into her. Callie moaned and threw her head back as far as the wall would allow it. Mark couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel her around him. He pulled his fingers out, causing her to whimper. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him as soon as he entered. Mark began to pump hard into her, kissing her neck and breasts. Callie wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head in his neck. She bit down on his shoulder to soften the sounds of her moans. She bit down hard as she came, causing Mark to growl. He held her tightly as he body shook. He pumped harder and faster into her. He reached a hand between them and found her clit. He rubbed it and he came as her second orgasm rocked through her. Both of them trembled as they came down from their high. They remained still for a moment still connected, trying to regain the strength to move. Once they had got the feeling back in their legs, Mark pulled out and set Callie back on the floor. She grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf and handed it to him so he could clean himself up. She leaned over and grabbed her clothes and dressed, Mark just stared at her, a smile spread across his face.

"What?" she asked, pulling her top over her head. Mark walked over and ran his thumb over her cheeks.

"Your blush has to be the cutest thing I've ever seen." He said, before pressing a soft kiss onto her lip.

"Mark, that was amazing. You're the best medicine." She whispered. Mark smiled and then got that infamous McSteamy look.

"Well then I think I may have to prescribe a few more sessions for you. Say tonight, my place." He said. Callie rolled her eyes.

"Well Dr. Sloan, if you think it's best. I'll be there after my shift." She said, smirking before leaving him alone and naked in the room. Mark rolled his eyes. This was certainly going to be an interesting relationship.