A/N Watching season 6, I couldn't help myself.
The story is set after ep.6.17
Enjoy it!
He gazed down at her creamy white skin. He sat up, looking down at her. Her body fully exposed to him. She was perfect. What an angel she was. Her breasts were full, swollen, her nipples hard as rubies. It was all the invitation he needed. He kissed her lips, softly at first, then with more pressure. Then parting them with his tongue and tasting her. It was sweet, almost like honey. The taste of her mouth made him grow a bit dizzy with his own desire. He nibbled up to her sensitive earlobes and softly traced the outline of her delicate ears. His kisses trailed all the way down her neck, until found a tender spot, and he continued to explore it .His hands traveled around to cup her breasts, massaging them gently .He kissed both breasts thoroughly, feeling their weight with his hands. His tongue swirled around one nipple, then the other. Slowly his tongue traveled to her navel and there he spent some time kissing, sucking and licking in and around. He couldn't believe he held such a beautiful creature in his arms. She was so delicate, so feminine and soft. Her body was so hot and sweet, melting against his every curve, her full breasts pressed against his chest.
"The last time I saw that specific look on your face was when I was under you… naked." Callie's voice startled him." She stood before him, holding a tray of various dishes. Her gaze occasionally clung to the lower part of his body. Although he was seated, she could see the evidence of his arousal, pushing out the front of his bottom scrubs.
"Oh my…. God!" She goggled at him, "This is… this is…" She couldn't even finish the sentence.
"What?" Mark looked at her questioningly, and then looked down. "Oh, shit!" He cursed. He took the tray from her hands, and shook its contents into the table covering his awkward condition. Holding the tray in front of him, he ran across the cafeteria. At the exit, he ran into Derek, who looked at him in astonishment.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, but Mark didn't answer, heading for the nearest bathroom.
Cristina, Meredith and Lexie were sitting at a table near the door.
"Is that what I think it is?" Cristina smirked.
"We don't know what you are thinking." Meredith said.
"Sloan had an erection in the cafeteria." Cristina grinned.
"No!" Lexie ejaculated.
"How could this happen?" Meredith wondered, "I mean…there was no object causing the "rise"…"
"There were two apples on the table." Cristina observed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "God, he is a pervert."
"Mark is not a pervert." Lexie protested.
"Isn't he?" Cristina chuckled.
"No, I mean… he is good in bed, very good, "Lexie emphasized, "he has some naughty ideas, but that doesn't make him pervert."
"I'm concerned about his mental and sexual health."
"Cristina," Meredith snapped her.
"What?" She smiled innocently, "I'm telling you what I saw."
"Could it be something else?" Meredith suggested.
"What else?" Cristina demanded.
"Maybe he had to go make pee…" Meredith said timidly.
Mark was standing at the nurse's station, holding his head in hands. This morning he woke up, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He kept his eyes shut tight in a hope that he would go back to sleep and continue dreaming. Even now, he couldn't get that image out of his head. The dream had felt so real. It was so vivid that he truly thought he was awake and it really happened. There were plenty of women around and he Mark Sloan was totally possessed by a sexual dream. The cold shower this morning really just did very little to help him. He wanted to remember her face but he couldn't. Why?
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Derek's voice brought him back to the reality.
"I…uh nothing." Mark uttered.
"Is there something I should know?" Derek insisted.
"I don't think so."
"Hm…" Derek muttered not very convinced and then he lowered his voice, "Listen, I need a favor."
"A favor?" Mark repeated, rubbing his hand across his beard.
"Yeah… "Derek mumbled, "Can you cover me up for tonight?"
"Do I know her?" Mark gave him an impish smile.
"Who?"Derek frowned.
"The dirty mistress." Mark replied.
"There is no mistress."
"One night stand then?"
"I'm not you, Mark." Derek hissed.
"It's obvious you'll become very soon." Mark grinned. "Want to bet?"
"You are being silly, now."
"Ok, if I'm just being silly, bet me."
"Mark!"
"Not so sure, huh?" Mark smiled, amused.
"I asked you a favor once and you are pissing me off." Derek annoyed.
"You can rely on me. " Mark calmed him," It's almost like old times. What do you want me to do?"
"I have a date tonight. I mean, it's a business date." Derek pointed out.
"I see." Mark smirked.
"Why do I still talk to you? In case Meredith asks, you are my alibi."
"Fine." Mark couldn't stop smirking.
"Thank you." Derek said and turned to leave.
"And Derek, I wish you luck on your date, business date." Mark emphasized.
"God!" Derek groaned and headed for the elevator.
Mark looked at the surgical board looking for his name.
"OR1, breast augmentation." He said with a grimace, "That's just perfect. I needed exactly that-more breasts." He growled.
Sensing someone was there, he turned his head to see Lexie staring at him.
"What?" He scowled at her.
"Uh… nothing." Lexie blushed.
"Fine." He returned his gaze back to the surgical board, but Lexie continued to cast secret glances at him. Mark felt a little annoyed. "What's your problem?"
"I don't have any problem. What about you?"
"Neither do I."
At that moment, Cristina joined them carrying a tray of apples.
"Does anyone want one of these?" She kindly offered," Or two?" She giggled looking at Mark.
Derek gave the car keys to the porter, and headed straight for the lobby bar. He entered inside and looked around. A satisfied smile flickered across his face as he saw the woman who was sitting at the bar.
"Sorry I'm late." He apologized, putting his hand on her shoulder.
She turned to face him, "Hi, Derek."
"You look great." Leaning closer, he kissed her cheek.
"Thanks! You look great too." She smiled.
"What is that you are drinking?"
"Wine."
"Mmm… I'll take scotch on the rocks." He ordered.
"You haven't changed your drinking habits." She observed cheerfully.
"I haven't." He agreed, and then said softly, "Thank you for coming."
"I was very surprised when you called me." She said sincerely.
"No one knows about that." He warned her.
"You would get into trouble because of me." She noticed.
"I asked Mark to cover me up."Derek explained, "You look really great." He said again, staring at her.
"Everything is thanks to you. I owe you my life."
"No, you don't owe me anything," he shook his head, "You are a fighter, you have always been, and you'll always be. Moreover, you are a great doctor, and I want you back."
She nearly choked on her wine, coughed and then blurted, "You aren't serious, are you?"
"I'm interim chief now, and I want you to come back at Seattle Grace." He stated.
"Derek… I … I'm not sure that I'm ready for this." Her voice trembled.
"You are born to be a surgeon. Don't tell me you'll destroy your career and your dreams like this. I won't let you ruin your life. You must be in the hospital. This is your place. You must wear scrubs, and you must save lives."
On the next morning
"Why is that meeting?" Cristina asked gloomily.
"Derek didn't say anything." Meredith replied. "He came home late last night, and left home early in the morning."
"I'd die to know what's going on." Lexie admitted.
"I don't know anything." Meredith shrugged her shoulders.
"Why do you sleep with the boss as you couldn't give us any information?" Cristina wondered.
"Your remarks are more than inappropriate." Meredith observed.
Spotting Mark, Lexie quickly strode over him.
"Hi," she greeted him.
"Hi," he replied without turning his head.
"You ok?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He replied shortly.
"You look tired." She noticed. "Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Actually, I not only got a good night's sleep I got more." His own mouth started to lazily form a dreamy smile.
"Hey," Teddy greeted Mark, as she stood next to him. "I was looking for you this morning." She informed.
He changed his countenance immediately. Lexie noticed this, and frowned.
"I had an early surgery." Mark explained.
"Any idea what the meeting is going to be about?" Teddy was curious.
"No clue." He admitted.
"Dear colleagues, "Derek turned to the auditory, "Thank you for your attention. I won't take much of your time. I've called this meeting because I would like to inform you that." Derek made a short pause. The sound of a woman walking with high heels... Tap… tap… tap… overheard from the corridor. Mark was unable to stop his gaze from sliding up and down over her long legs, "Dr. Isobel Stevens will join the team of doctors at Seattle Grace again."
Mark's heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. There she was, the woman of his dreams. Izzie Stevens. He felt dizzy.
"Thank you, Dr. Shepherd."
"I'm glad that we'll be working together again, Dr. Stevens." Derek looked at Izzie, "Dr. Bailey will introduce you to the work."
Izzie nodded in agreement, and her eyes focused on Alex who was staring at her with serious countenance. As the meeting finished, everybody went their different ways. Cristina rushed towards Izzie, but Meredith stopped her, seeing Alex. Izzie stepped toward him.
"Hi Alex." She greeted him, but he didn't reply to her. "I… uh… I didn't warn you. Sorry." She uttered.
"Why I'm not surprised?" He said contemptuously.
"I wanted to call you but…." She couldn't continue, because he interrupted her.
"You don't owe me any explanation." He snapped her, "Not anymore."
"I know… I… Alex, wait…"
But he had already turned and left her.
"Great! What a good start to my day!" She sighed.
"Hey, Barbie is back!"
Izzie heard an exclamation behind her. She looked back at Cristina and Meredith.
"Well, here I'm." She smiled at them.
"Did they inform you that this is still a hospital, not a fashion show?" Cristina demanded, examining critically her, "You want to give some poor man a heart attack, don't you?"
"I'm glad to see you too, Cristina." Izzie laughed.
"I'm so happy to see you, Iz! But seriously, you look lovely." Meredith hugged her.
"Oh, I missed you so much." Izzie looked excited.
"You are such a girl." Cristina said with grimace.
"Shut up, Cristina." Meredith and Izzie snapped her and then giggled.
"Stevens!" Miranda cried out, and Izzie's blood chilled.
"Yes, Dr. Bailey?" She looked at her, startled.
Miranda smirked. "Good reactions, Stevens! Just checking! Come here." She smiled widely and opened her arms, waiting for a hug. Izzie's heart pounded wildly. Miranda gave her a big hug.
"Does someone have a photo camera?" Cristina asked, staring at the warm welcome that Miranda gave to Izzie.
"Welcome back, my girl." Miranda said softly.
"Thank you, Dr. Bailey." Izzie's eyes brimmed with tears.
Miranda frowned, looking at Meredith and Cristina, "What are you staring at? Oh, let me guess! You probably expect me to give a hug to you too. No hugs for you." Miranda stated.
"No hugs for us? It's pure discrimination." Cristina protested.
"Don't you people have any work to do? Move your asses, now!" She hissed.
"Yes, Dr. Bailey." Meredith and Cristina didn't need a second invitation, and left as soon as possible.
"Stevens, I'll be waiting for you at the surgical board. Be there in 15 minutes. Now go into the nurse's office and take a key to your locker. It might be a good idea to change into scrubs. This hospital is full of men who fall in love easily, and most of them are surgeons." Miranda noticed and smirked at her.
Izzie walked quickly toward the nurse's station, as her heels clicking loudly on the floor and echoing throughout the corridor.
Mark Sloan was at the nurse's station scanning over some paper work, when he looked up and saw Izzie Stevens.
"Hi, girls." She greeted them.
"Dr. Stevens, it's great to see you. " Olivia smiled.
"Wow, Dr. Stevens you look … you look absolutely stunning." Nancy exclaimed honestly.
Today, Izzie had chosen her outfit with even more care and panache than usual. "Thank you, girls. I'm happy to see you, too. I'm here to take my locker key and some scrubs."
"One moment, please." Olivia said.
Mark's eyes devoured her body wantonly. Gosh, she looked fantastic. He had forgotten to write, staring at her with his mouth open.
Izzie caught his eye. "Dr. Sloan?"
"Stevens, you back!"
She was so damn sexy.
"Yeah." She smiled lightly.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off her. Izzie caught his eye again. She looked at herself embarrassed, "Is there anything wrong with me?"
"Uh…Yes… uh… No… It's just…I haven't seen you in a long time… and…" Mark stammered. God she looked gorgeous. Some pictures from his dream came into his mind. Some hot… very… hot pictures.
"Dr. Sloan?" Izzie looked at him questionably.
Her breasts were full, swollen, her nipples hard as rubies…
Say something you idiot. "I just… I'm glad you are back, Stevens." He said finally.
Izzie blushed, "Thank you."
"I gotta go." He said.
Izzie stared after him and some unknown excitement overwhelmed her body.
"God, I must have lost my mind. I behave like a teenager." Mark groaned.
"Are you talking to yourself?" Callie asked, meeting him on the corridor.
"I don't feel very well recently." He admitted.
"I can see that. What's up with you?" She looked at him suspiciously, "Are you nervous about the date with Teddy?"
"Teddy?"
"Did you already forget about Saturday?"
"I… uh… Shit! I did." He cursed.
Callie shook her head, "You are hopeless."
"Last night something crazy happened." He told her.
"If you are telling me you have tried gay sex, it's ok! I'm still your friend."
"Are you out of your mind?I like women."
"So do I..." Callie chuckled.
"Listen," he began, rubbing his hand across his beard, "Have you ever had a dream that felt so incredibly real and you just can't get it out of your head?"
"I don't dream at night." Callie admitted.
"You don't." He astonished.
"Nep." She confirmed.
"Shit." He cursed.
"Wait, don't tell me you have had wet dream last night." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
"That's bullshit!" He stated.
"I don't think so." She grinned.
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" He annoyed.
"Why are you so touchy?" Callie demanded.
"I'm not." He frowned.
"Oh, you are." She teased him.
"Shut up, Callie."
Few hours late
Izzie was in the OR assisting Derek. Mark was sitting up in the gallery watching carefully… her. Izzie Stevens, there was definitely something about her... something special. He smiled to himself, as flashbacks ran through his mind.
BAILEY: Stevens you are to-
IZZIE: Look and not speak or touch or breathe. I got it.
MARK: So this is the crack team?
BAILEY: Feel free to take one.
MARK: I think I'll take the one who doesn't speak or touch or breathe.
IZZIE: Thank you...for picking me. Even just observing...
MARK: I thought you might be fun to look at while I work.
IZZIE: Will you be working on both the skin graft and the nerve reconstruction?
MARK: Yes. And I think I'll handle both better with a little caffeine in my system. Get me a blueberry scone, a bone dry cappuccino, and a little something for yourself.
IZZIE: There's a cafeteria on the second floor, and a coffee cart in the lobby.
MARK: Feisty. Cappuccino.
IZZIE: You can kick me back to Bailey if you want. I don't do coffee. So how will you be handling the skin graft and nerve reconstruction?
ZZIE: I got your page.
MARK: I need another cappuccino.
IZZIE: Did you think I was kidding before?
MARK: I am your attending. And if you want in on my surgery, you're going to learn to fetch, and stay... and heel.
IZZIE: Fine.
MARK: Don't fetch angry.
IZZIE: If you think this means I respect you... If you want me to respect you, you have to do something worth respecting.
MARK: Dr. Bailey, I'd like my intern to observe from a better vantage point.
BAILEY: Dr. Stevens?
MARK: Yes, she is my intern today. And I'd like her nearby not up in the gallery if that's okay with you.
BAILEY: No problem
CHIEF: Dr. Bailey, Stevens is without privileges.
BAILEY: Oh cause she messed up? Yang messed up and she's over in OR two right now. (She goes to the intercom.) Hit that for me will you? Stevens, I take it you remember how to scrub in? Come on.
He still couldn't explain to himself why did he even let her scrub in. Because she was sexy blonde with long sultry legs and big breasts or because he had wanted her respecting him.
"Hey."
"Teddy? What are you doing here?" Mark startled.
She looked at him, raising an eyebrow."This is a gallery. The doctors come here to look surgeries."
Mark smiled faintly, "Right."
"You ok?"
"I'm fine."
"How is the surgery going?" Teddy asked.
"Stevens is great." Mark blurted out.
"What?"
"Uh…" Mark confused," It's going well."
"That's good." She observed.
After an awkward silence Teddy asked, "Are you still on for Saturday?"
"I'm." He confirmed.
"So, we'll definitely get to know each other." She bit her lip with excitement.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable, "I hope so."
"I … can't wait…" She said her voice soft and low.
Mark gulped nervously, trying to smile, "Yeah, me too." He turned his gaze back to the OR.
At that moment, Izzie looked up and their eyes met. A jolt of electricity passed between them.
In the locker room
Pulling her scrub top over her head, Izzie tossed it into her locker. The door swung open and Meredith walked in.
"Congratulations, rock star!" Meredith smirked. "You were great in the OR."
Izzie laughed. "Thank you. It was amazing. It had been so long since I held a scalpel in my hand… But seriously, I'm back in the game!"
"We must celebrate this! Are you up for tequila tonight at Joe's?" Meredith asked.
"Let's make it other time. I'm really tired." Izzie sighed.
"Ok, tomorrow. You promise?"
"I promise." Izzie nodded.
"Iz, "Meredith began a little confused, "Where have you stayed?"
"In the hotel." Izzie replied.
"How do you feel there?" Meredith looked concerned.
"It's not bad. Of course I miss your home, I mean our home. Mere, in this house I spent the best days of my life. Your house was my first real home."
"It will always be your home, Iz. I want you to know that." Meredith said softly.
"I know, thank you." They hugged each other, "I love you so much, Meredith."
"I love you, too. And I miss you."
"Me or my baking?" Izzie chuckled.
"Both." Meredith laughed. "Izzie, about Alex…"
"I don't feel like talking about him right now." Izzie said her voice trembled.
"I see." Meredith nodded.
Izzie's hotel room
Izzie undressed and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good on her skin, her muscles ached from all the working. After she took a long shower, she slipped into the sheets. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
He lay on his back, his hands touching her, and she touched him. He gently caressed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumb. His eyes watched her intently, measuring each of her reactions. She leaned down and kissed him in the middle of his chest, then moved her kisses down across his abdomen. He closed his eyes and sighed as she explored his body. He was breathing deeply now, fully aroused beneath her. He rolled on top of her and her legs grasped him tightly .His breath warm on her neck sent shivers of pleasure through her body. He leaned down, and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Her body arched toward him, inviting him to continue. She felt a wave of dizziness pass through her as she watched his hot mouth sucking from her areola, teasing with his tongue, laving lazy circles across first one breast then the other. He entered her slowly, gently, watching her face. She pressed herself to him, wanting all of him inside her. She moaned softly, enjoying the feel of his body and hers together .Slowly… ever so slowly, he moved inside her, until she begged for more. He increased the tempo, and she moaned with delight, as he rubbed against her sensitive area, sending waves of pleasure. Her heart had never fluttered so wildly. Their kisses became more inflamed and their breathing more erratic. She felt her body spasm with pleasure…
His whole world collapsed into what he felt at that moment. She was the entire world. And it was over.
Mark woke up sweating, "God, I need a cold shower!" He groaned helplessly.
Izzie woke suddenly. Her heart was pounding. "God, what was that? Another dream?" The same one she'd been having for days now. Every night, the dream became more and more detailed every sound and touch leaving an impression on her mind. God, this time she saw his face.
She got out of the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. She washed her face with cold water. "Mark Sloan? Seriously? Derek should order another MRI scan to see my head. There is something wrong with my head. Mark Sloan? God, I'm sick! Please help me!"