I'm supposed to be studying, so obviously I did this.

"9:37 pm." he whispers against her neck as he deposits a cup of coffee beside her chart.

"What?" she gasps,nearly knocking over his offering as his breath stirs her hair.

"At 9:37 pm tonight, the sixty days will be over .Meet me in the lobby at eight; I'll even take you out to dinner first."

Eleven hours.

Eleven hours until its just them, locked in a room for a record breaking, earth shattering, mind-blowing...

She slumps against the scrub sink with a sigh.

She'd never let him get around to describing that part.

She clears out early and spends far too long agonising over a dress,heels ... underwear, before she wanders down to the hotel lobby fifteen minutes late.

She'd rather not be wearing anything at all, but she's humoring him.

"Looking good, Red." His eyes are fixed shamelessly on her dipping neckline.

She smirks because that's why she chose it.

"You don't look too bad yourself."

"You know,we could go straight to the hotel." she purrs in the way she knows drives him wild.

"No way."he smirks. "I don't want you fainting on me in the middle of what I have planned."

Oh my.

Dinner is exquisite torture, watching her delicately lick the sauce off a shrimp, and he slips a hand onto her thigh below the table.

She pulls away.

"9:37 pm." she reminds him.

Two can play that game,baby.

You're back at the hotel by 9: 30 .

" Seven minutes." he grins lasciviously.

She swipes the key card to his room and smirks as she steps inside.

"You're not coming?"

"Not right now." he says, leaning comfortably against the doorframe,and she can't tell if he meant the double entendre or not.

"Five minutes." he calls through the door she's slammed in his face.

You're doing it right, this time.

"Four."

"Come on already!" she yells,and he chuckles in amusement.

"I didn't mean to be so...exact. I meant sixty days." she complains .

"It's not sixty days yet. It's only fifty nine days, twenty three hours, and fifty seven minutes."

"Fifty eight ." she snarls on the other side.

"Frustrated, are we?"

"You aren't?" she counters, and he can hear her sliding to the floor on the other side.

"You're worth the wait, remember? You bet your ass on it. I'm taking you up on that, you know."

He can hear her swallow through the door and it takes a lot not to laugh out loud.

"Fifty nine."she singsongs.

He gets up off the hall carpet and gets in position,sliding his hand into his pocket.

"Forty seconds." she growls,and he wants to knock down the door but he manages to restrain himself.

"Thirty ." he growls back,and imagines the look on her face when she sees him on the hall floor .

"Twenty." she whispers.

His fingers close around it in his pocket , rock hard and exactly what she wants.

"Ten." she giggles,turning the lock.

He tightens his grip.

"Nine. Eight, seven , six , five , four, ..." he trails off at four and lets her continue .

"Three, two, one." she flings the door open.

"Oh my god, Mark!"

"Marry me?" he grins, holding out the ring .

Four carat, princess cut, rock hard, exactly what she wants.

Review, pretty please !

Should I continue or leave it a one shot?