A/N: Seriously do not know where this came from.. I just ship them a whole hell of a lot. ;) I own nothing. Enjoy!

She had tried, really she had (because she did not want to get tangled up even more in the mess that was Addison and Derek) but something about Mark Sloan made it difficult for her to focus on much of anything. And she told him that, when she sucked it up and gave him a call. Flat out informed him that if he didn't get out of her head she was going to end up killing a patient with the wrong medicine or something. He had just chuckled and told her that he'd see her at work the next day.

Bastard. His eyes had followed her all day, had caressed the outline of her body backwards and forwards while she talked to patients and comforted families. When Bailey had stuck her on his service, she had all but went out of her way to beg the woman not to.. which only made it worse. She'd be on his service for the next week, longer if she wasn't careful.

Ignoring him worked best, though it barely helped when her hands shook while doing a simple IV. He had made an innocent comment, coming to stand behind her on the pretense of showing her how to do it the right way. He was too close and not close enough, leaving her to battle the urge of moving closer or pulling away. The teenage boy that they were working on flat out asked if they were screwing and when neither of them answered, told them they needed to. Meredith had fled the room, cheeks burning red as Mark's booming laughter chased her down the hall.

She managed to avoid him for the half an hour that was left of her shift, doing boring paper work in Coma Guy's room while he blissfully continued to ignore the world around him. She envied him, only slightly, sometimes.

As soon as her shift had ended, and she was sure they wouldn't be trying to get her to stay for a double, she had went straight across the street to Joe's and ordered herself five shots of Tequila immediately. Her serenity at the bar had only lasted a grand total of three hours.

"You're in there and I want you out," she told him as she poked him hard in the chest.

They were standing outside of Joe's bar, off to the side a bit where the night left them in the dark. He had been staring at her all night from the corner table he had been sitting at. When she'd finally had enough and stormed out of the bar, he had followed her. Pure instincts had her turning around and backing him into the darkened corner.

"You know, Grey, that could be a metaphor for something else." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, chuckling when she stomped her foot in annoyance at him.

"This isn't funny, Sloan," she poked his chest again and crossed her arms. "You are Derek's ex-best-friend. You slept with his wife!"

"I'm not the one watching you like you're naked and covered in chocolate," his eyes lit up at that and she watched as he indulged in a moment of pure imagination before she thumped him on the shoulder.. hard.

"But you are watching me like I'm naked and covered in chocolate," she pointed out as she threw her hands up. "At work, at Joe's. I can not do my job with you staring at me like I'm a piece of candy you just want to eat up."

"Well, maybe if we.."

She clamped her hand over his mouth before he could utter another word, eyes wide as she shook her head at him. "No. No way. We are not.." She shook her head more and let her hand drop away. "I am not getting myself even more tangled in this mess."

"It doesn't have to be a mess," he offered. "It can just be two adults having fun."

"You're my boss. Or my boss's boss." She shook her head, confusing herself in her slightly drunken state. She did not have the patience to work out the semantics of the situation. "And you're my ex-boyfriend's ex-best-friend. We can not do this."

"Actually, we can. You just don't want to."

"Don't want to," she laughed a sick little laugh before turning away from him and running a hand through her hair. "Seattle Grace does not need another reason to keep me in the gossip mill."

"So we don't give them a reason," he shrugged. "We keep it between us."

"Nothing ever stays between two people in this place," she muttered before sighing and looking back at him. "Plus, we'd be breaking the Dirty Mistress Club rules."

"The Dirty Mistress Club needs to have a meeting. My hotel room. Tonight. Right now." He had moved closer to her and was now close enough to reach out and play with a strand of loose hair, a cocky grin pulling up the corner of his lips.

"We can't," she half-heartedly told him as she turned slightly away. "If we do, everything will change and I can not have Bailey on my ass again over an Attending. The last thing I need is everyone thinking that I'm trying to sleep my way to the top."

"So if I sleep with you, I'm going to start giving you all my good surgeries?" He tilted his head at her and she knew right away where he was going with this.

"I don't have an interest in Plastics, I know." She groaned and rubbed her hand over her face.

"I'll even let you say it was because you were drunk," he smirked as he tugged on the stray blond hair, pulling her closer to him.

"I am drunk," Meredith pointed out with a stern look towards him.

"Lining up your excuses already," Mark simply nodded before holding his hand out to her. "Either way."

She stared at him hard for a good minute before taking his hand, rolling her eyes at his wide smile. "I don't like you very much right now."

"If I wanted to be liked, I doubt I would have came to Seattle."

"Touché," she muttered as they stepped out of the shadows and he waved a cab down. She had tried to stay away from the walking disaster that was Mark Sloan, had tried to keep away from the temptation of McSteamy.. but, honestly, she knew from the beginning there wasn't any staying away from him. Derek be damned. He lost all rights to be mad at her when he forgot to mention he was married. It wasn't like she hadn't slept with inappropriate men before.

This would be just like all the other times.. A good time with no strings attached. It would be simple. Right?