The taming of a man-whore
Chapter 1
Kate Sanford watched from afar as the bride and groom shared their first dance as a married couple. A single tear escaped her eyes. She was envious of their happiness. She took a tissue out of her designer purse and tried to dry it without messing her make-up.
"Sad, isn't it?"
She turned around and found Mark Sloan sitting at a table, staring at her.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, look at Shep: the poor guy definitely can't dance! You should be able to see it. Wasn't your mother a ballroom dancer?"
The young woman nodded. "Yes, she was. And you're right. Derek obviously can't dance. But tell me Doctor Sloan, what do you know about dancing?"
He got up from his chair and took her hand leading her to the dance floor.
"Mark what are you doing? Everybody's looking at us!"
"It's time for the Best Man and Maid of Honor to show what they can do. But if you want we can wait for a mambo or maybe you'd prefer a salsa? I'll be honest with you: I got a thing for tango."
"Like you know how to tango!" laughed the young woman.
"Mother made me took ballroom dancing classes when I was in high school. It was some sort of revenge for joining the football team. She would have preferred if I had been a band geek like Shep."
"Obviously you weren't the geek type. I bet you didn't like ballroom dancing either!"
"At least it wasn't ballet! But I got to admit that the ladies do appreciate a man who can make them twirl around the dance floor."
"Probably the Dirty Dancing syndrome" joked Kate as they waltzed through the floor. "Wow you really are a good dancer!"
"I told you so! But when you have the perfect partner, Katie, everything is possible."
The young woman smiled. Normally she wouldn't allow anyone to call her Katie. Her mother had been the last one to do so. But coming out of Mark's lips her childhood nickname almost sounded like a sweet melody.
"Oh my God!" said Kate, hiding her face in her partner's shoulder. "Nancy must have wanted to dance with you 'cause she look like she's going to kill me."
"Let her be jealous. What happened between the two of us was nothing more than a one time thing."
"You slept with Nancy?!" asked a rather shock Kate.
"Not too loud please! Shep and Helen don't know and I want it to stay like that."
"I knew you were that kind of guy but still…"
"What kind of guy sweetheart?" whispered Mark in her ear.
He was so close she could feel his warm breath on her skin. She took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. It was a fabulous mix of the smell of the cigar he had smoked earlier, of the double scotch single malt that he had drank and of his after-shave. It was almost intoxicating.
"The kind that… you know… sleep around. But it's just an impression… that you're some sort of… I don't know… a man-whore? But I don't… I mean I don't think… I just have the impression that you are…"
"You know you're really cute when you're babbling."
"Me? Babbling? No, I'm not. I'm merely stating…"
She was interrupt by his lips gently pressed on hers. She felt as if the world was fading around her. She closed her eyes and got lost in the sensation. Slowly she answered to his kiss. After what seemed like an eternity Mark ended it. Kate finally realized that the music had stopped and that all the guests were watching them.
"Our dance's finished Katie, but for the two of us it's only the beginning."
He escorted her back to the honor table, kissed her hand and went back to the bar where he ordered himself another scotch. Still shock by what had just happened and unable to do anything else, Kate sighed loudly. It was indeed the beginning of something.
Author Note: Thank you for reading me. It's my first Grey's Anatomy fanfic, so please be kind ;) Don't forget to review!