For legal purposes let's assume I don't own anything
I wrote this little diddy because I am avoiding the next chapter of Faking It. Thought this could help me get rid of my writer's block
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Mark stared at her as she worked. He loved her. The way she would brush back her hair or crease her forehead when she became frustrated. The determination she possessed in everything she did. Her desire to save every patient, her unwillingness to admit she was wrong, her ability to see good in everyone and everything. He wanted her. The dim light cast a slight shadow on her worn features. She took the bobby pins out of her hair and let her tresses cascade down her back. He imagined running his fingers through her silky locks. He wondered what she tasted like as she stretched her neck. She placed her pen on the desk and began to rub her temples.
She lifted up her head. Their eyes locked. "Mark, I . . ." she began.
He walked into the room and placed his finger on her lips. "Don't say anything." He pressed his lips to hers. He was surprised that she didn't resist. He devoured her mouth, her neck. She moaned as his hands caressed her breasts. He tugged at her blouse, exposing a lacy bra.
Needing to satisfy her own burning desire, she tore feverishly at his shirt. She didn't care when the buttons popped, she needed to feel his skin against her own. It had been too long since she last felt the touch of a man. "Oh God!" she cried as his hands began roaming beneath her skirt. With one swift pull, he removed her panties. He placed her on the desk. He stood over her, his eyes wild with hunger. He greedily suckled her neck. She reached for him as he bent lower, stopping at her center.
Fisting her hands, she held on as his tongue dared to travel her inner thigh. She screamed as he feasted on her flesh. She needed him. She yanked and tugged at his pants, desperate for him. Placing his hands on the desk, he drove himself into her. She arched her head back, giving him access to her neck. Pumping, he rested his head in the crook of her neck. He felt her tighten around him, his own release leaving him exhausted.
Looking around his office, Izzie sighed. What had she done? His lamp was overturned, papers scattered on the floor. She focused her attention back on the man in front of her. His eyes were illuminated with an intense lust for her. No not lust, love.
Her eyes remained fixated on him, his muscles flexing as he put his clothes back on. She quickly did the same, picking up the papers as she gathered her clothing. The silence had become uncomfortable and Izzie let out a nervous laugh.
"I love you," he stated flatly after his heart rate had slowed.
"I love you too," she said quickly. Too quickly. She stopped, dropping the lamp. She turned and looked at him, aware of her feelings. With two strides, she was in his arms. She was his.
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What did you think? I hate writing stuff like this but I figured I'd give it a shot.